9 comments/ 111755 views/ 52 favorites A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 00 By: lordodie A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette: Foreword Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. * Background Our story takes place in the not too distant future where the proper, conservative upbringing of respectable young ladies includes the ingrained obedience to authority figures of any type, whether it's teachers, bosses, parents, or significant others. In the case of heterosexual relationships the authority figure is obvious. In far more common lesbian relationships since, for some unknown reason of nature, women now outnumber men five to one, one of the two partners inevitably takes on the role of authority and the other quickly becomes the subservient. Both heterosexual and lesbian relationships are equally acceptable in the society of the day. Regardless of the type of relationship, one thing is consistent throughout all decent, socially acceptable pairings: the unyielding anal submission of the subservient female. The anal submission by the dominant female is totally at her own discretion. Young ladies are expected to be instructed by their mothers and older sisters from the time they come of age, which is the time they start having sex on their own, to accept objects into their anal cavities. This training continues into the girls' late teens and early twenties as they're taught to accept still larger and larger objects into their nether holes until they can't achieve sexual satisfaction without those holes being fully, and sometimes painfully, packed. That doesn't infer that anal training stops there. A proper young woman's anal education is a lifelong commitment by all members of society. This isn't to say that sexuality is publicly flaunted, as such displays are considered gauche and amoral in the future. In the privacy of the home, of course, anything goes and usually does; sexual depravity being the norm behind closed doors. But in public, what is considered proper social behavior has come full circle to what was acceptable maybe in the 1950's. A little bit of cleavage on display is okay but tits about ready to pop out of a top is too risqué. A skirt at mid thigh length is perfectly acceptable whereas if the ass cheeks are clearly visible below the hem line, the lady in question is likely to get arrested for solicitation. Equally, that's not to say that every passerby is oblivious to the very likely fact that all the conservatively dressed business women walking down the street have large plugs up their bottoms and maybe a set of tight nipple clamps crushing their aroused nipples, if the lady in question were so inclined. Quite the contrary in fact. It's just socially unacceptable to mention such things in polite company. A knowing glance at the cute girl in the next cubicle as she squirms uncomfortably in her office chair is enough to communicate that everyone knows the reason why. This is the way of the future world. And this is the world in which we find our main protagonists. Meet the Wilders family, consisting of the buxom Laura and her five beautiful daughters: Emily, Cora, Naomi, Mary and Amanda. Name:          Laura Wilder Age:          46 Occupation:     Bank branch manager Vital Statistics:     Tall, petite, 34FF cup breasts, dark red hair Laura is a very desirable cougar and socialite, and the mother to five lovely daughters. She was brought up in a strict, conservative family; which in today's day in age means the most strenuous anal capacity training imaginable. Laura insists on teaching strict anal discipline to her five daughters, which makes her a good mother by today's meter stick. She has a 'thing' going on with her young secretary, Tanya, while she looks for a new Mr. or Mrs. Right. Her husband, Dave, died of a heart attack a few years prior leaving Laura and her daughters to want for nothing; financially at least. But this has left Laura's other wants yearning for the strict discipline that she has enjoyed at the hands of her late husband ever since she was a teenager. Name:          Emily Wilder Age:          18 Occupation:     High school senior Vital Statistics:     On the short side, very petite, 32B cup breasts, fiery red hair Emily is the youngest of five daughters and a veteran of both the swim and tennis teams. She is the black sheep of her family in that she hasn't taken to extreme anal penetration as enthusiastically as her older sisters have; and nowhere near as much as her mother insists she does. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she really does get off on anal stimulation just as much as her siblings and mother. It's just that her teenage rebelliousness insists that she prove her mother wrong; even though she know deep down that her mother is right. Emily is currently pursuing Matt, the captain of the boys swim team. Name:          Cora Wilder Age:          18 Occupation:     High school senior Vital Statistics:     Medium height, athletic, 34D cup breasts, brown hair (dyed black) Cora is Emily's closest sister, being only 10 months older than her. While Emily is introverted, Cora was a social butterfly on the varsity cheerleading squad and is up to date on the latest gossip for almost everything and everyone. While she is just as athletic as her younger sibling, she has a slightly more curvaceous figure and larger breasts which she flaunts freely, much to the chagrin of her very conservative mother. Cora is currently in-between serious relationships right now but she has an on again, off again relationship with her best friend Stacy; who is also on the cheerleading squad. Name:          Naomi Wilder Age:          22 Occupation:     Waitress and aspiring model Vital Statistics:     On the tall side, petite, 34C cup breasts, brown hair Naomi relishes in her role as the middle, wild child. With a rock hard body very similar to her younger sister Emily's, but with larger breasts, she can turn heads whenever she wants to. Naomi is an aspiring model who holds down a day job as a waitress in a private, European style club in between gigs. She distinguishes herself from her mother and sisters by being masochistic almost in the extreme; which was saying something for a family of overtly masochistic women! She is currently dating Dale, the night manager of the club she works at; despite her mother's disapproval of him. She's also seeing Rebecca, a fellow waitress at her club, on the side. Name:          Mary Wilder Age:          26 Occupation:     Legal aid and secretary Vital Statistics:     Medium height, curvaceous, 36FF cup breasts, brown hair Mary is the second oldest sibling of Emily's and the only one of Laura's daughters to match her in the breast size department. Mary never had a problem in the lady department; being uninterested in men all together. When she was a junior in high school she was involved in a bad car accident and can't feel her legs anymore and is confined to a wheelchair, being incapable of walking. Fortunately, nothing is wrong with her lady parts and her desire to use them. She lives with and works for her fiancé, a 34 year old lawyer named Victoria. Victoria, for her part, finds all manner of interesting things to do with her beloved Mary and her chair bound condition. Name:          Amanda Wilder Fallon Age:          28 Occupation:     Small business owner and inventor Vital Statistics:     Medium height, curvaceous, 36DD cup breasts, dark red hair Amanda is the oldest daughter of Laura. She is the only one of her siblings to have graduated from college with a degree so far; which she earned in mechanical engineering. Amanda is just as curvy as her younger sister Mary, but with slightly more proportional breasts and her mother's dark red hair. Her husband, Todd, 31, is also a college graduate with a degree in computer engineering. Together, they own a company called Anal By Design, which specializes in sophisticated, high end computerized training aides designed for the use of extreme anal dilation and capacity training. Amanda really enjoys being self employed and insists on personally field test everyone their designs; for safety and liability reasons of course. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 01 A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette: * Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself at: lordodietheauthor@gmail.com. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Masturbation Eighteen year old Emily moaned softly to herself as she tried to jill herself off as quietly as possible in the soft confines of her own bed. She'd already kicked off her sheets and was lying, naked from the waist down, spread eagle for all the world to see; should anyone other than her sister, Cora, have been present in their large bedroom to observe her. She'd taken care to ensure the rest of the family was sound asleep fifteen minutes ago when she'd begun her nightly masturbation session. She knew Cora wouldn't have bothered her even if she had been awake; other than to maybe watch her performance quietly and lock the mental recording away for later use. But her sister almost always got herself off earlier in the night and slept like a very satisfied rock until Laura, their mother, woke them up in the morning. Emily glanced at the clock again. 3:24 AM. Good, she reassured herself. She should be able to orgasm at least once or twice, maybe even a third time if she was still feeling horny, clean up and be back to sleep without anyone being the wiser to her nocturnal activities. Emily was still wearing her old, faded, tight pink Hello Kitty T-shirt, which was her favorite nighttime sleepwear. And that was it. She glanced down again, past her perky, medium sized breasts, with the rock hard nipples clearly visible even in the dimly lit room's light, over her flat, athletic stomach to the empty doorway and out into the hall; it was a nervous "God, please don't let anyone be there" action she did repeatedly while she masturbated at night. She would have locked the door to their bedroom if any of the rooms in the house, other than a few of the closets, actually had doors on them. Her parents had firmly believed that a close and loving family had no secrets to hide from each other and therefore no reason to close any doors; and even less reason to lock them. The first thing Emily's father had done with all the doors in any house they'd ever moved into was remove all the doors and put them up in the attic, only to be re-hung if and when the house was resold. It was kind of a forward thinking concept, even in today's day and age, but Emily had grown up with it so it was as normal as normal got; even if it was a bit inconvenient when she attempted to get herself off in relative privacy. Emily returned her attention to the moist slit between her legs. If her mother ever caught her doing what she was doing to herself there'd be Royal Hell to pay. That was sure as death and taxes! Well, it wasn't as much as what she was doing to herself but how she was doing it. Emily's right hand was working her clit furiously; her left hand was busy plunging two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, trying, and succeeding, to tickle her G-spot each time she bottomed out in her sloppy front hole. While her fingers focused on the -- all too important -- task at hand, her mind was replaying her memory of the captain of the swim team's glistening, barley clothed body climbing out of the school's Olympic sized pool. Of course, in her version of events, the skimpy little Speedo he wore for competition swimming was conspicuously absent; the source of the large bulge in the front of said Speedos was not. Emily had been, not so subtly, pursuing Matt for over a month now and she'd finally succeeded in getting that elusive first date only yesterday. She couldn't wait for Saturday night to get here so she could be alone with him! She'd succeeded in winning his attentions where at least a dozen other girls who'd been fighting for them had failed. The race for Matt's heart, or at least his loins -- "those huge, beautiful loins" Emily obsessed longingly to herself --, had been ongoing ever since he and his longtime girlfriend had broken up a month and a half ago. A pack of starving wolves fighting for a succulent lamb lost in the woods was not an inaccurate metaphor for the weeks long contest. "And Matt thought he had faced fierce competition when he won state last year in the 100 meter butterfly!" Emily added mirthfully. Last night's masturbation session had been the most fervent in recent memory as she'd celebrated her hard won dating victory in her own, private way. "Tonight's is promising to be almost as spectacular" she thought to herself as she came closer and closer to losing herself over the peak of her approaching orgasm. Emily tried, again, to ignore the large hunk of latex buried up her bottom hole as her hips gyrated in rhythm to her expertly dancing digits. Tired and failed. She would have just taken the plug out before she started diddling herself but she'd long since realized that her orgasms didn't seem anywhere near as strong when she masturbated with an empty butt; Emily was just too well trained for that to be the case. "Damn my mother and her notion of a proper upbringing to Hell", she thought as the peak drew ever closer. "If it wasn't for her insistence on such a 'proper'" she vehemently cursed the word, "upbringing for a young lady I wouldn't have this need to have my butt packed just to get off!" she complained bitterly. Emily always told herself she kept the -- thrice damned -- plug up her bum while she masturbated just in case she got caught so that she'd have a readily available out. She didn't like admitting the truth; even to herself in the privacy of her own mind. Her mother had always insisted that her daughters, of whom Emily was the youngest, maintain a properly dignified amount of anal dilation; which meant that they were all required to sleep with a large, smooth plug buried deep up their backsides since they were old enough to have sex. Her older sisters had taken to it well enough, enthusiastically some would say -- very enthusiastically in her oldest sister's case --, but the young Emily was a stubborn child and had refused to accept her mother's anal administrations with anything approaching the gusto of her older siblings. For example: Her oldest sister, Amanda, was ten years older than herself, an intelligent, driven college educated woman with a degree in mechanical engineering, and happily married to a really great guy. And she still kept her back hole well stretched and open for anything her overbearing mother, or overly supportive husband, fancied to shove up there. In fact, if Todd -- her aforementioned husband -- wasn't around, she'd damn sure invent something to stretch her butt out still further just to satisfy her own craving for it; just because she could! It was all madness to the young woman masturbating quietly in the dark! Emily's mind lingered on her oldest siblings butt without her realizing she'd switched mental gears. The way it just gaped loosely open on the rare occasions when it wasn't being forced open wider still by her husband's cock, a large plug, a first, or something similar. The memories of that well trained posterior had always excited her more than she cared to admit. Just focusing on it now brought her to the peak of her nearing orgasm. "Wait, God damn it! I'm supposed to be thinking about Matt, Matt, not my sister's butt" Emily scolded herself; trying to get her mind back on track. "Damn my mother to the very depths of Hell for this entire anal fixation!" That was Emily's final though before a hand closed around her wrist and jerked it away from her throbbing clit just as the waves of orgasm where about to knock her off the very precipice of that very peak. Emily gasped in frustration and instant furry just long enough for her eyes to fly open and see her mother standing over her, grasping her arm firmly and with disapproval on her face. Emily's approaching orgasm immediately retreated in a full route from whence it came; her free hand frozen in mid plunge into her still spasming cunt. "Mother!" was all she was able to get out as she gasped for air. "I... I can explain!" she stammered in an attempt to justify her current state of arousal. "Explain what?" Laura asked sternly. "How I caught you red handed, or wet fingered as the case may be, getting yourself off and leaving that wonderful bottom of yours completely neglected? Is that how I raised you young lady?!" she demanded. Emily remained silent and looked down, not wanting to meet her mother's furious eyes. It was then she noticed that her hand was still half buried in her pussy; she quickly removed her fingers. "I thought not." her mother replied to her own obviously rhetorical question. "Now clean those evil fingers off while I get out you masturbation kit." Emily, ever the obedient daughter whenever she had no choice on the issue, immediately brought her soiled hand up to her mouth and began sucking the pussy juices off of her fingers while her mother turned on the bedside lamp to shine some light onto the situation. As the light was clicked onto its dimmest setting, Emily, who'd been happily going about her business from just the glow of the nightlight in the hallway, immediately squinted her eyes in sudden shock at the brightness. She realized she must be a sight for perverted eyes now that the entire picture was clearly visible in the increase light: a damn near naked teenager wearing only a ratty T-shirt that left very little to the imagination laying across her bed with her legs spread as wide as they would go, an empty, sopping wet front hole, the base of a obviously large butt plug nestled comfortably between her wide spread butt cheeks in her rear hole, and Emily sucking her cunt juice slicked fingers -- at her mother's command -- clean one by one; just the way she'd been taught to do. Any decent 20th century porn director worth his AVN awards would have given at least half a dozen money shots to film a scene like that. The panorama wasn't lost on Emily's mother who felt her own cunt moisten at the incredibly hot spectacle. Laura, for her part, was the picture of a MILF in her purple babydoll chemise. In her late 40's, she was determined to keep a hard body despite having given birth to five girls, and at this she succeeded spectacularly. She had to since she was officially back on the market after her husband's death three years ago. Sexy chemises were her usual nighttime wear. They were comfortable to sleep in, and hot as Hell to anyone catching an eyeful; which was normally only her daughters. The one she was wearing tonight was one of her favorites: a sheer three-quarter cup affair which came dangerously close to exposing her now hardening nipples and barley contained her still firm FF cup breasts. Like her wayward daughter, she too was naked from the waist down; she and all her daughters normally went this way around the house. Also like her youngest and oldest daughters, she was a red head. Oddly enough though, the middle three girls had all turned out to be dark haired beauties. All six of them also shared the same pubic hair style that was the norm these days: that being nonexistent. It was hard to hide things like that when they had always slept bottomless around each other for as long as each had come of age. But what brought all six of the women truly together was the glimpse of hard latex that was usually poking out from between all their bottom cheeks; in this, Laura was no different than her daughters. "Those that can't may teach, but those who can teach best" her mother had always said when she'd been growing up. Incidentally, her late husband's favorite saying had always been, "a pussy is for fucking and an ass is for stretching... and then fucking". They'd always agreed on the basic theory if not the exact wording. And that was one of the main reasons her parents had loved Dave when they'd all been around; God rest their souls! Out loud Laura said "I've been getting suspicious of your early morning activities, young lady, for a while now, but last night's little escapade confirmed my suspicions. You were nowhere near as quiet as I think you thought you were. So I figured tonight I'd just check on you to see how you were handling things. Imagine my surprise to see you jilling yourself with just your pathetic little nighttime plug in. What would your father do if he were still alive?" Laura demanded quietly so as not to wake Cora, who was sleeping on the other side of the room. Emily could say nothing to help her current plight so she didn't say anything at all; she just continued to suck her already clean fingers. "I'll tell you what he'd do. He'd take both of us down to the basement, and maybe all your sisters too just to emphasize the point, and shove punishment plugs up all our asses! And we'd be sleeping with those, or larger, for a damn week!" Despite herself, Laura felt a pang of desire at the thought. She hadn't been forced to wear one of her frighteningly large punishment plugs in years; there was no one around to punish her, after all. But as for her daughter, that would soon be corrected. "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to take charge of your nightly masturbation; which will be conducted when Cora does hers. You should be taking notes from her; she knows how to work a girl's asshole over!" Laura said glancing over her shoulder at her sleeping second youngest daughter. Emily glanced quickly over at her sleeping sibling; following her mother's gesture. Cora was only ten months older than herself. They'd always been in the same grade at school leaving most people to think that they were twins; even though they bore little physical resemblance to each other and even less of a resemblance personality wise. While Emily was mostly introverted and favored swimming and tennis as sports, Cora was a social butterfly on the varsity cheerleading squad and was up to date on the latest gossip for almost everything. While both were toned and athletic, Emily was very petite and proud of her perky B cups while Cora was a bit more curvaceous and often displayed way too much cleavage, for their mother's taste at least, with her much larger D cups; sizable assets which benefited her greatly when she's been competing for the cheerleading squad. And of course, for the boys and girls in the dating pool. Despite those seemingly outward differences the two sisters were as close as any two sisters could be and were almost inseparable. During the day they ate lunch together, hung out in gym class together and had the same circle of friends. At night, even with Emily's aversion to anal, they had spent many a happy evenings locked in a passionate 69 while they drove toys, fingers, and sometimes even whole fists, into each others' maternally trained nether holes. Their mother would often watch them -- quietly and approvingly -- play in that manner from their door-less bedroom entrance before returning to her own bedroom and her own masturbation kit. This was an act of loving, sisterly bonding that they'd been taught by their next older sisters Naomi and Mary when both of them had still lived at home. They in turn had learned it from their oldest sister and their loving mother. And if history was any teacher, Laura had been probably been properly instructed in it from her older sisters and mother. At this very moment, however, Cora was sound asleep on her front, half twisted up in her sheets, wearing a comfortable blue, cotton, sleeveless shirt. Conveniently, her derriere wasn't a part of her that was covered up by her bedding and she wasn't wearing anything other than her top either. This left the large round circle of the base of a butt plug, considerably larger than Emily's but equally considerably smaller than their mother's, clearly visible in the dim light. Even though Emily and Cora had come of age at about the same time, and had spent many hours lying on their mother's bed, side by side, spreading their butt cheeks apart with their hands while their mother ravaged their rear holes in turn with progressively larger toys, Cora had taken to a proper upbringing enthusiastically while Emily had only grudgingly suffered thought it. After Laura had considered her two youngest offspring sufficiently trained in the proper mannerisms of young ladies, she'd let them continue their training at their own pace. Cora had continued with gusto while Emily had gradually all but stopped her anal dilation; which lead up to tonight's predicament. Laura continued berating her youngest daughter, "I'd just always thought you weren't as interested in such things as a young girl should be. Imagine what would happen if you went off to college next fall and your roommate found you masturbating with such a small plug up your bum. You'd be socially ostracized! This is for your own good, young lady!" Emily diplomatically decided not to mention the fact that not all girls were brought up in the proper manner; some girls her age had never even so much as had a finger up their butts. The idea was absurdly odd to even her; she had no idea what her mother would say if she tried to use such an argument in her defense. Emily opted for discretion and so maintained her quiet finger sucking while her mother ranted her irritation. Laura reached down between her youngest's legs -- past the excitedly dripping pussy -- to easily extract the large, relatively speaking, plug from its hiding place. Despite the lack of regular stretching and workouts that the rest of the female assholes in the household subjected themselves to on a daily basis, Emily's sphincter was nowhere near as tight and resilient as it once had been. She only grunted softly as the widest part of the plug left her body, leaving her with a very temporary feeling of emptiness; and her back hole gaping open a mere inch and a half across. The plug was about two inches in diameter at the base, about two and a half inches at its widest point and about six inches long; a sizable toy indeed at some earlier point in ancient history. Laura just looked at it and shook her head, then looked down at her daughter's smallish gape and back at the plug. "The first thing that needs to go is all of your small plugs. We might as well donate them to Good Will tomorrow since you won't need them anymore." Emily wanted to protest but thought better of it. "Now open up and clean this off." Laura said as she lowered the slightly stained plug to her -- for the moment -- obedient daughter's quickly opening mouth. Emily, to her credit, didn't even flinch as her lips locked around the base of the soiled plug and her mouth and tongue got to the distasteful business of sucking it clean; it's not like it was the first time she'd tasted that part of a woman's body. Fortunately, the plug was only slightly stained since Emily still diligently maintained her regular enema regime; just because she wasn't a fan of butt sex didn't mean she didn't like to be clean. "And get those fingers to work doing something useful for a change." Laura demanded as she turned to get Emily's masturbation kit. Emily quickly readjusted herself so that her forearms were under her butt cheeks and her hands went to work inserting fingers into her momentarily empty ass. She easily reached inside with three fingers of each hand and pulled hard; preparing herself for what both women knew was soon to come. Emily grunted in quiet consternation at the self imposed, and very unwelcome, stretching of her nether hole. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 01 As Laura went to retrieve Emily's masturbation kit from under the bed, Emily was treated to the appealing -- despite herself -- sight of the base of a truly massive plug protruding from her mother's shapely ass as she bent over. "Damn!" Emily thought to herself. "A girl has to work hard at that for decades to take something like that up her butt and walk around like nothing was amiss." Which was exactly how her mother had accomplished such a feat. Laura had had just as proper of an upbringing from her parents as Emily and her sisters had had from Laura and Dave. As big as she knew the plug was up her mother's rear end, and only God knew how big it actually was, she knew that her mother was capable of taking much larger; much, much larger. She was just going easy on herself for her nighttime plug. Emily felt the familiar surge of lust and admiration she always felt when she saw her mother's distended ass from so close. The sight before her restarted her previously stalled arousal; all thought of Matt lost for now. A girl just couldn't grow up being personally involved in as much mother on daughter, or sister on sister, sex and not be turned on at such a view! She was her mother's daughter, after all, and despite her own preferences, there was anal work that needed doing. The fact that the 'anal' in question was in reference to Emily's own, uncooperative back hole was a minor point. "Ah! Hear it is!" Laura quietly exclaimed quietly, still trying not to wake Cora, as she hauled the large suitcase size kit out from under the bed. "There's actually dust on this thing! We need to spend a lot more quality time together, you and I, young lady!" Laura exclaimed. Emily's masturbation kit was pink with Hello Kitty stickers stuck all over it; she'd always had a thing for the franchise; even today. The fact that such a cute box held such sinister tools of anal education, inevitably targeted at the youngest Wilder daughter's illogically resistive anus, had always so turned on all of the other women in the Wilder household was no secret to anyone. And it was about ready to be opened back up to administer an aptly deserved lesson to the young woman in question. The well used kit was placed on top of Emily's nightstand and reverently opened, revealing the tools with which Emily's back hole would soon be abused with. The top of the kit contained a row of a dozen flesh colored, realistically veined, dildos ranging from two inched thick and six inches long to a whopping five inches thick and eighteen inches long, as well as a row of twelve similarly sized butt plugs just beneath. There was an empty spot in the lineup of butt plugs where the plug that was now being diligently tongue washed in the teenager's mouth would nominally be stored; it was the second smallest one. The bottom of the kit contained an assortment of miscellaneous tools: inflatable butt plugs, nipple clamps, anal beads of various and frightening sizes, magnetized dildo harnesses, magnetized chastity belts, magnetized suction cups, magnetized handles, several more specialized plugs and dildos, a few punishment catheters, ball and dildo gags, etcetera. Fun things like that. Although, there was nothing present in the kit that wasn't a common enough teaching aide for any young woman of proper, conservative upbringing. Laura selected the three inch wide, ten inch long veined dildo form its storage place and gently massaged it as if it was a real cock. "Ah. The veined dildo: A girl's first line of defense in the never ending battle against having an asshole that's too tight." Laura observed as she reached back into the kit for some lube and a magnetized handle. "We'll start with this one tonight and work our way up something more fun another night." She commented offhandedly. The plugs and dildos themselves were all magnetic and could be attached to a multitude of accessories. The handle Laura had selected and snapped onto the intimidating dildo was a sturdy two handed affair; perfect for getting a firm grip with both hands to drive whatever point had to be made home into whatever resistant hole happened to be available. Her tools selected, Laura moved to the foot of Emily's bed and crouched down between the reclining teen's widely spread legs as her daughter continued to finger her already slack rear hole. "Go ahead and get your fingers out of mommy's way, dear." Laura instructed. "Just pull your cheeks apart and help mommy stretch you out a bit more by staying relaxed." Laura continued and Emily immediately complied. Laura paused for a moment to appreciate the view and wonder if her own ass had ever had that small of a gape; certainly not for many, many years. Maybe when she was sixteen and had been having sex with her then boyfriend for almost a year, but certainly not long after that since her parents had found out about the affair soon thereafter and had started her anal dilation training almost immediately. The yawning black cave that was Emily's rectum was clearly visible in the soft light, just below her obviously moist pussy. Her hands were on each ass check pulling them apart as hard as she could but the open hole itself was only a pitiful two inches across at its widest point. That was just unacceptable in any daughter of Laura Wilder's! Laura set the formidable tool to the side for the moment to quickly dip two, then three, then four fingers of her right hand up her daughter's rear. In no time at all, she had half her hand buried into the quickly expanding back hole of the young woman; all the way up to her perpendicularly extended thumb. "Emily may not play with her cute little butt as much as I know she needs to for a girl her age, but her butt itself certainly remembers the lessons I've taught it in the past." Laura thought as Emily gasped and moaned softly at the intrusion into her most private orifice. With her hand so buried, Laura began rotating it 180 degrees, clockwise and then counterclockwise and back again, inside of her daughter's ass; trying to get the maximum amount of dilation for the minimum amount of effort. Aloud: "Shhh. Now quite down, baby." Laura's hand went through another series of twists and thrusts as her daughter gasped and moaned at the intrusion. "You don't want to wake up your sister, who's sleeping so soundly, just because you needed your mother to remind you how to properly treat this little hole of yours." She reinforced the point by turning her hand towards the bed and pressing firmly downward. Emily gasped as empty black nothingness appeared above Laura's hand. "Good" Laura thought to herself. "Let's open this up a little more before we start playing for real." Emily's mother placed her left hand on top of her youngest's pubic mound to hold her steady and then began pulling the no longer overly resistive sphincter in all directions with the four fingers of her right hand already burred into the young orifice. This continued for several moan filled minutes as the loving mother worked her daughter's pliable hole open wider and wider, quite literally, with a skilled and knowing hand. In no time at all Laura was able to see at least an inch of spare room above the top her hand no matter which direction she pulled the willing young asshole. Not allowing her daughter to get comfortable with the level of dilation she was already experiencing, Laura quickly folded her thumb over her hand and pressed her fist forward; it quickly disappeared up Emily's backside with only a soft 'sluuuurp' to mark the occasion. Emily was a bit more responsive than her compliant asshole to the situation as she let out a -- none too soft -- moan of mixed pain and building pleasure. "Emily!" her mother, as quickly and as silently as she could, admonished her daughter. "Mind your volume or I'll fetch one of your penis gags out of your masturbation kit and mind it for you! And it will neither be a thin or a short one!" "Sorry, mother." Emily responded much more quietly, her volume now under control. "I'll try to -- ungh -- keep it down." The chastened teen apologized to her mother under her reproachful glare as the older woman began twisting her now closed fist around the inside of the young woman's rectum. "Honestly, Emily. If you would have just taken care of your own hole's basic needs, I wouldn't have to be doing it myself at half past the ass crack of early in the morning." Laura continued, berating her daughter as she moved her first around inside the sloppy hole of her daughter's ass, ensuring no spot was left unstretched. "You think I don't have my own needs I could be satisfying right this very instant instead of teaching you how to do something you should know how to do yourself by now?" she continued. Emily, wisely -- except for the odd moan and gasp -- continued to remain silent as her mother worked her rear hole over to her satisfaction. A few quiet moan filled minutes of expert motherly fist to daughterly ass lecturing passed into eternity; Laura nodded to herself and slowly withdrew her hand from her daughter's now quivering anus. "There now; that wasn't so bad. You should be all nice and stretched out for a proper buggering. Now turn over onto your front, reach back and spread your cheeks so mommy can make you feel good. And I don't want to hear a word of protest from you, young lady!" Emily, her aversion to anal all but forgotten in the heat of the moment, didn't need any further encouragement. She quickly flipped herself over onto her belly, raised her butt invitingly off the bed and spread her shapely legs. Reaching back with both hands to spread her now much looser nether hole open to her mother's administrations, she lay breathing heavily with her butt slowly and unconsciously rotating in lazy little circles in its anticipation of more attention from her mother. As Laura picked up the veined dildo she'd selected as she briefly admired her handy work in the now over two and a half inch diameter vortex leading up her daughter's backside. The pause was only a brief one as she readjusted herself on the bed to rise to her knees and line up the toy with Emily's needy ass. The change of position momentarily reminded Laura of the presence of her own large toy, safely wedged between her own ass cheeks, as it shifted welcomingly. But it was a momentary distraction as she refocused on the task at hand. With just little forward pressure, the head of the large dildo slipped past Emily's too tired to resist anus and, inch by satisfying inch, the thick tool made its way unimpeded into her daughter's moist bowels. All Emily could do was sigh and moan appreciatively as the entire ten inch length of the realistically shaped dildo was sheathed into her pert backside. Seeing any one of her daughters bent over with their butt in the air and a double handed dildo handle protruding from between two young and toned cheeks always gave Laura an internal chuckle. And she'd seen every one of her daughters in that very same position more times than she could ever remember. "Like Arthur and the Sword in the Stone, I'm Laura and the Dildo in the Daughter!" she giggled softly to herself as she did her best impression of her imaginary, heroic self. Single handedly, she grabbed the mythical 'sword' and began extracting the 'blade' from its 'rock', letting it pop free with soft sucking sound. "Proving once again that I'm Queen of the Wilders Bitches!" she proclaimed proudly to herself, smiling at her private fantasy. "Unlike Arthur, though, this 'sword' needs to go back into its 'rock'. And then out again. And then back in yet again. But faster. And with a lot of repetitions." she continued to herself as the smile on her face disappeared right along with the large faux cock back up her daughter's still lazily rotating bum. Emily just continued to moan softly -- totally unaware of the strange direction her mother's thoughts had taken -- as her bum was subjected to the penetrations of her mother's unstoppable tool. Getting serious now, Laura grabbed the handle of the large dildo with both hands, over handed in the way a person from a few centuries ago would have churned butter, and began to pick up the pace. Emily was soon getting her butt truly and properly reamed. The veined toy was being extracted to the point that all but the last inch or two of the three inch wide monster stayed inside her sucking anus and then the remaining eight or nine inches would quickly be rammed back in so deep that the hilt at the base of the dildo made a soft, wet slapping sound as it made contact with her tautly spread cheeks. In fact, 'churning butter' wouldn't be a bad metaphor for the hot and sexy display. The minutes dragged on and the pounding continued unabated. Emily was now sweating and writhing on the bed unabashedly while she bit down on her sheets and tried not to moan too loudly as she lost herself in the ecstasy that was radiating from her abused bottom. "I just hate it when my mother is right!" she cursed to herself as her previously lost orgasms resurfaced and again began washing over her again. "Awe, fuck it!" she conceded defeat and bit the sheets harder still; the large slab of latex continuing to ravage her pliable, young, rearmost hole. Laura was sweating too, but from the upper body workout she was getting as she pile drove the three inch thick butt stretcher in and out of her daughter's sloppy rear end. "I should really be wearing a sports bra" she thought to herself as her massive mammaries swung violently back and forth in cadence to the pounding she was giving her youngest daughter's neglected rectum. Laura had enough sweat glistening on her toned body now that her large breasts were making a slight slapping sound of their own as they slammed into each other every time she bottomed out in her ungrateful teen's upturned ass. As her large breasts swayed back and forth, the thumb sized nipples topping each orb were getting a very nice tickling as they rubber across her babydoll chemise and had long since become hard as diamonds. She really wished she had a free hand or two so that she could give the stiff nubs the proper tweaking, pinching and rolling they desired. "You can take care of your own needs later, you horny vixen! Your daughter needs you right now." She promised herself as she continued the downward thrusting of the thick anal pacifier. Despite her personal promise of a later reprieve, she'd already gotten quite worked up; Laura could feel her juices freely running down the inside of her thighs. Between the close up and personal view of her sexy teenager's most private hole being viciously brutalized by a large and relentless tubular intruder and her own renegade nipples being stimulated to the point that they felt like they would soon burst if someone didn't bite down on them soon -- and preferably very hard! -- she'd neglected to keep her own well trained bottom clenched down sufficiently enough on the nighttime plug that was situated deep inside her own most private hole. Too late she realized that her stimulated and relaxed sphincter had failed in its job entirely and the huge rectal dilator was slipping past her most intimate defenses; it descended almost a full foot to rest on her daughter's bed. Laura gasped in unexpected delight as her anus stretched pleasantly around the thick plug's four and a half inch diameter body. Her sphincter had just been expanded, without her explicit permission, from the mere four inch thick base of the impressive plug. And despite the next best thing to an entire foot of latex toy which now reached from the toned cougar's widely stretched butt cheeks to the sheets of her daughter's bed below, nearly as much of the thick bitch tamer still remained deep inside of Laura's suddenly grasping ass as what had accidentally slipped out. "Damn it!" she quietly cursed to herself, trying not to interrupt the sawing rhythm of the -- now, relatively appearing, very much smaller-- toy into Emily's orgasming, upturned ass. If Emily had noticed her mother's soft outburst she gave no hint of it; lost in the waves of anal orgasm that she was. Laura bit her lip in consternation as she tried to decide what to do; a half inserted butt plug was a distracting quandary, no matter what its actual size was. As quickly as the indecision came her mind, her body made its own decision; which Laura discovered a few seconds later as she finally noticed that her hips had already began to ride up and down on the smooth shaft piercing her cheeks. "Oh God yes!" she hissed to herself, throwing her head back in pleasure. She intentionally picked up the pace of her hips, needing to abuse her own needy hole more than ever now. Despite the sheer size of the massive plug stretching her humble bottom, which was now being driven into the horny mother's ass by her very own body weight, the fact remained that it was still just a smooth nighttime plug designed for comfortable, long duration wear; it wasn't textured for short term pleasure. Laura soon groaned to herself in resignation to that fact. There was no way this was going to get her off. All this was doing was frustrating her still further and increasing her already running at full steam libido. "At least I don't have to keep this up much longer" Laura commented to herself as she noticed that her daughter's steadily building orgasm had hit its earth shattering climax. The younger woman suddenly went rigid and flattened herself on the bed below, emitting a muffled scream into the mattress. Laura immediately changed the challenging rhythm of the ten inch invader which was punishing Emily's tightly clenching bottom to a different one designed to push Emily's already strong orgasm just a little bit farther. She slowly withdrew veined tool to the halfway point and quickly, and much more forcefully, thrust it inwards as hard a she could; trying to burry every fraction of an inch into the teenager's spasming butt. Emily only grunted between her otherwise continuous screams as the three inch thick daughter tamer slammed into her quivering anal ring so hard it shoved her forward an inch or so with each thrust. Again and again the skillfully employed toy slammed into Emily's barely coping sphincter. Again and again Emily grunted against her screaming, continuous orgasms as she was forced forward inch after inch by the forceful impact of firm, unyielding latex against the supple and all too yielding teenage flesh of her no longer resisting ass. Finally, totally spent, Emily went limp on her bed as her mother ceased the savage assault on her helpless back hole. All she could do was lay there and gasp for air and try and regain her senses. Laura, also breathing hard, but for an entirely different and unsatisfying reason, leaned back on her heels to get some much needed air. The humongous plug resting on the bed beneath her slid still further up her butt as she did so, eliciting as soft sigh of desire from her lips. Quickly refocusing on her daughter she asked "See there? That's what your body needed. Not that silly thing you were doing to yourself when I came in here half an hour ago." she said reassuringly to her daughter as she leaned forward to softly squeeze and caress the cheeks of her daughter's still fully packed ass. The double handed handle sticking out between her daughter's pert butt cheeks was once again all that was visible of the ten inch toy. All Emily could manage in response was a jerky nod of agreement as her voice was still beyond her ability to control. Laura continued to massage her daughter's firm butt cheeks for a moment or two, enjoying how her manipulations of Emily's derriere caused the latex handle to flop tantalizingly this way and that, then lovingly patted her daughter on the rear and sat back up again. Reaching between her dripping pussy lips to the thick, smooth plug beyond, Laura grabbed hold of the base and began reinserting the entire length into her horny back passage until her sphincter closed around the four inch thick base, against its will, once again. Forcing it to accept a smaller diameter toy than it had inadvertently grown used to was not something she desired at this moment either. Her slutty, insatiable, rear hole demanded something larger, and with a pleasing texture; and she knew it. A demand she intended to placate as soon as she finished with the maternal nurturing her daughter currently required of her and she was able to return to her own room; and her own waiting masturbation kit with its considerably larger weapons of ass destruction. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 01 Laura stood up slowly, allowing her muscles to acclimate to the new, vertical position. She walked over to her daughter's masturbation kit and selected a smallish, for her at least, butt plug that was two and three quarter inches at the base, three and a quarter inches in diameter for most of its body and about eight inches in length overall. Returning to her daughter's side she bent over and slowly extracted the ten inch toy already nestled inside the teenager's backside, causing Emily to moan in disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Quickly before the, considerably larger than previous, gaping hole could even begin to consider attempting to close, Laura lined the slightly thicker plug up with it and pressed inwards. Emily began to groan softly as the plug met with all the brief, pitiful resistance her battered anus could muster. That didn't last long at all and the plug quickly slipped past Emily's sore, ever expanding sphincter; eliciting a slight 'yip' from the young woman. It finally came to rest against the moistened ring of the forcefully loosened muscle; a ring of muscle that Laura had now made her personal mission in life to retrain in the ways of proper behavior. Laura moved up to the head of the bed, rolling her daughter over onto her back as she went, in order to face her directly. "There. Now that is a much more reasonably sized plug to be wearing to bed for a girl your age. We'll work your butt up to something larger in the next few days." Laura reassured her daughter as she cupped the young woman's face in her hand. "I'm sorry I was so forceful with you earlier, but it was for your own good; you know that, don't you." "Yes, mom" Emily replied, reaching up with her own hand to hold her mother's wrist. "I'm sorry I was masturbating wrong in the first place." She half lied. She really hadn't desired tonight's lesson but was glad for it now that it'd happened. The considerably larger plug wedged between her cheeks was uncomfortably wide but it felt good and proper in the afterglow of such a powerful anal orgasm. "I'm glad to hear that, Emily." Her mother replied. Handing the glistening phallus to her daughter, "now be sure to clean up your toys and put them back where they belong before you go back to sleep or we'll have to add a spanking to your punishment first thing in the morning; and I know how much 18 year old girls hate to be spanked by their over bearing mothers!" she quietly half hinted, but with an underlying tone of complete certainty about the spanking if her orders weren't carried out to the letter. She routinely warmed the bottoms of her daughters when they got disrespectful or too lack-some; like skipping out on their full allotment of cleansing enemas. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, after all. Emily took the sizable toy, which had until very recently been plowing into her unprotected rear end, from her mother and hugged it between her perky breasts with both arms like it was her cherished, girlhood teddy bear. "I will mom. Promise!" she whispered in response. "Good girl." Her mother said proudly, bending down to kiss her youngest goodnight. It was a passionate, lingering kiss. A proper mother/daughter kiss. And as their tongues met, Laura's hand wandered down between her daughter's slender legs to the moist pussy between. She easily slipped two fingers into the post orgasmic slime she found there and worked their way around the inside of her daughter's front hole; it was the first time she'd touched that part of her daughter's anatomy this morning. In no time at all, the fingers were coated thoroughly with Emily's juices. While Laura was fingering her daughter, Emily's hand had found her mother's leg at the knee and had quickly navigated up the thigh to the dripping pussy at its apex. Emily's own two fingers had just as easily sunk into her mother's horny cunt and soon became drenched in the older woman's horny juices. After a minute or so of hungry tonguing, Laura broke off the kiss with her daughter as four very wet fingers extracted themselves from two equally wet pussies. As if in unison, both women reached their dripping fingers up to the other's waiting mouth, which eagerly opened to greedily suck the offered digits clean. It was a practiced maneuver for Laura and her daughters; as it was for most close, female relatives in proper, conservative families. The exchange of pussy juice in this fashion was a common way for mothers and daughters to say good night to each other; once the daughter was of age and had started her anal training of course. Laura had always insisted her and her daughters say good night to each other in this way ever since each one of them had reached the proper age. After all, sucking your own juices off of the offered fingers of a loved one was always a great trust building exercise. After they had finished sucking the other's fingers clean, Laura started to stand back up, but allowed her hand to drift back down to her daughter's gushing slit to go finger diving for a second time; this usually wasn't part of the normal routine but Laura wanted some of the teenager's succulent juice to go and Emily was in no mood to argue. "Alright, I'm headed back to bed. You get a good night's sleep and I'll wake you in the morning." She said as her third finger joined the previous two and slipped into her daughter's drenched pussy to scoop out as much of the sweet girl cum as she could. Emily only inhaled sharply and hugged the veined dildo to her chest harder with both arms, which caused her breasts mould themselves around the thick shaft in a very pleasing manner. Her mother continued to harvest Emily's juices for a few more moments as enjoyed the view of the supple breasts rising and falling in time with the young woman's steady breathing. "I love you, honey" her mother said, reluctantly removing her fingers and then bringing them up to her hungry lips. "I love you to, mom." Emily said, finally devoid of her mother's questing fingers and with the early stages of horniness returning. Laura smiled sweetly to her daughter and turned to leave as she tasted her juice soaked fingers. She moaned softly as the taste of her daughter's anal induced orgasms filled her mouth; closing her eyes in bliss. At the doorway to the bedroom, since of course there was no actual door, she turned to quickly wave goodnight to her youngest daughter a final time, not interrupting her fervent finger sucking in the process. She briefly noticed Cora still fast asleep, and blissfully unaware of what had just come to pass mere feet from her person, and smiled to herself. "Cora will be pissed as Hell in the morning when she finds out what I did to Emily; and that she didn't get to play too." Laura thought to herself as she turned and headed towards the master-less master bedroom, still relishing her Emily flavored fingers. "Cora really loves the taste of Emily after a really hard orgasm more than the taste of any of her other sisters; more than the taste of her mother even! I don't know how I'll ever make this up to her" Laura continued as she walked down the hallway. "I'm sure I'll come up with something" she reassured herself. But for now, there was a satisfyingly over-sized, veined dildo just waiting to ravage her own very hungry asshole just around the next corner. Her free hand moved up to her hard nipples to give them the attention then demanded as well as she made her way towards her own impending anal induced orgasms. "It's always such a rewarding experience teaching proper masturbation!" Laura concluded as she disappeared down the hall. Minutes later, the soft sounds of wet slapping -- emanating from an exquisitely trained asshole sparring against a latex juggernaut that was utterly unimpressed with its opponent -- and deep, satisfied moans began drifting back down that same hall. The sounds continued for the better part of the next hour before all was quiet again inside the Wilder home. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do, so please don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. Consider yourself disclaimed. Reveille Emily awoke the next morning to the sound of soft moaning and wet slapping coming from down the hall, in the direction of her older sister Naomi's room. She sat up sleepily and glanced over at her sister Cora's bed in time to see her pushing her masturbation kit back under her mattress. Cora sat back down on her bed and picked up the substantial rear plug she'd obviously just retrieved out of her masturbation kit and began to lube it thoroughly before she noticed her younger sister had also been awakened by the rhythmic noises coming from down the hall. Cora mouthed a silent, "Good morning," to her sister before setting the lubed plug conveniently on her nightstand and lying back down to pretend to be fast asleep. "It's going to be one of those mornings," Emily thought to herself with much amusement as she rose slowly from bed; the large plug her mother had forced into her ass during the previous night caused her movements to be slow and measured. "Well, I'd better get myself used to it if mother is going to be taking a more personal role in my anal health," she continued. And, truth be told, Emily really wasn't all that upset at the turn of events her life had taken over the past night. She made her way out into the hall with the bathroom as her anticipated destination. Overly large anal plugs did have a tendency to reduce a girl's bladder capacity and she needed to use the toilet in a bad way. Halfway there she had to pause outside of Naomi's room to observe the goings on inside. As she'd expected, Naomi was laying face up on her bed, legs tucked underneath her lithe body. Her weight was supported by her knees and shoulders, leaving her hands free to toy with her young breasts. Laura, their mother, was sitting on the bed between Naomi's wide spread legs administering to her daughter's needy asshole. The base of a massive plug clearly visible between the cheeks of the attractive cougar's shapely ass did not escape Emily's attention. Her mother had obviously been trying to stir Naomi to full wakefulness for quite awhile now, considering the progress she'd made at opening up her middle daughter's back hole this early in the morning. Laura's forearm was pistoning into the younger woman's ass, from wrist to elbow, back and forth with forceful, determined strokes; the result of which caused Naomi's body to rock back and forth in rhythm of the impressive fisting. Naomi was squirming on the bed and moaning loudly with her back sharply arched. Her lacy black nightshirt was scrunched up just below her pert breasts while her fingers were crushing and rolling her very hard nipples as brutally as she could as her hips gyrated in rhythm to her mother's pounding forearm. Emily could clearly make out the outline of Laura's deeply embedded arm through Naomi's muscular stomach, as her mother's skilled hand rediscovered every nook and cranny of her sister's bowels. For her part, Naomi was doing her very best to force herself even farther down onto her mother's arm. Naomi had always been the most masochistic of Laura's five daughters; which was saying something for a family of overtly masochistic women! Naomi's figure bore a strong resemblance to Emily's: toned and petite but with slightly larger C cup breasts atop her shapely frame. Where Emily, her oldest sister Amanda and their mother all had varying shades of red hair, Naomi had long luxurious brown hair which reached to the small of her back. She'd also done quite a bit of modeling since she was a teenager and never had to try very hard for the attention of the guys; or the girls for that matter. And her appetite for anal abuse, which was on full display to her younger sibling, was on par for all the Wilder women. It was a first-hand illustration of what Emily's own tender asshole should be expecting from her mother on what was almost certainly to become a regular basis from now on. Laura jumped slightly as she just happened to notice Emily standing in the door-less entryway to Naomi's bedroom. "Oh!" she breathed in obvious surprise, but expertly not breaking her arduous rhythm. "I didn't see you standing there. I apologize for the delay. I should be in to wake up you and your sister in a few minutes. Naomi here was just having a hard time shaking off the 'sleepies' so I figured I'd help her wake up with a healthy dose of endorphins," Laura said while looking back down onto her orgasming middle daughter. "An endorphin release first thing in the morning is so much healthier for a young woman that half a dozen cups of coffee, I always say," she continued, lecturing both of them, as she emphasized her point be driving her arm so hard into her daughter's spasming rear end that her elbow disappeared from sight. "Come to think of it, it would probably be healthier for me as well," she added as an afterthought as her mind was drawn to the slab of latex she'd hidden away up her own bum. Naomi, who'd been orgasming steadily for over a full minute already now, screamed in ecstasy and went absolutely rigid while her mother, her arm still just past the elbow inside the younger woman's tightly clenched asshole, held finally still. Emily could see the muscles on Laura's upper arm flexing, and the outline of an arm and fist inside Naomi's abdomen, and knew her skillful mother was twisting and rotating her hand and forearm deep within her sister's rectum while Naomi rode her early morning orgasm out to its earsplitting conclusion. "Why don't you go lay back down with Cora in her bed and mommy will be by in a minute to get you both up," Laura said politely to her youngest daughter while her middle daughter was still wrapped around her arm and in full, mind-shattering orgasm mode. "In fact, I'm sure you both have full bladders that need emptying, I know Naomi sure did," Laura commented while absent mindedly licking the salty taste off her lips. "She always did drink too much before she went to bed and she has no one else to relieve the pressure since Mary moved out. Why don't you two take care of each other's morning potty needs the way your mother and aunt Mollie always did when we were growing up together. It's a beautiful way for sisters to bond!" Laura commented knowingly. She and her twin sister, Mollie, had always been instructed by their mother to do just that every morning before they got out of bed to start the day. It had been something they'd continued to do even after they'd left home and gone to college together; and, truth be told, whenever they'd slept under the same roof together for family reunions and holidays. "Yes, mother," Emily nodded obediently and turned away from the arousing scene of rough anal incest before her to return to her own room and await her mother's (re)awakening -- her original destination of the bathroom having been totally derailed. Reentering her room, Emily went to her bed to retrieve a larger plug from her masturbation kit, knowing it would be needed shortly. She was having a hard time sorting out her emotions enough to tell if she was apprehensive about having a larger plug up her butt this early in the morning or aroused. Just the weight of the latex toy in her hand, as she produced the appropriately large plug from her kit, was enough to put butterflies in her stomach. In the end, she decided it was a little bit of both. "Wow, Em'! That's a lot larger than I normally see you volunteering to take!" Cora said in surprise from her prone position in her bed as she watched her little sister pump a few globs of lube into her hand from the bottle on her nightstand and begin to apply it up the seldom used ass stretcher. "And since when are you interested in 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment for Sleepy Young Ladies'?" she inquired. "I thought you were headed off to the bathroom like you normally do." "I was," Emily answered as she kicked the kit back under her bed with her foot and sat back down on her mattress. "But Mom suggested that we take care of each other's bladders the way she and aunt Mollie always do every chance they get. Then she said to wait for her to come and wake us up. I figured that pretty much singed me up for the 'Full Treatment' even though I'm already pretty much awake," she said as her hands worked on liberally spreading the lube onto the toy that would soon find its way into her already sore bottom. The imposing hunk of latex measured nine inches long, three and a half inches in diameter for most of its body with a neck of about three inches at its base; it was the next size up from the plug her mother had decided she wear after she'd been caught in her failed, early morning masturbation attempt. "Sweet!" Cora declared. "While I'm not as fond of drinking from the tap as mom and her sisters are, I'd never pass up an opportunity to lock lips with that pussy of yours. Of all the girls I sample on a daily basis, I love the taste of yours the best!" Cora said as she threw back her covers and slid over to make room in the bed for her closest sister. Emily got up from her mattress and crossed the room to her sister's bed and placed her plug on the nightstand next to the waiting butt stretcher already there; Cora's dwarfed hers by comparison. Cora's chosen post 'Treatment' plug was ten and a half inches long, four and a quarter inches in diameter along its length and four inches around at the base; it was two sizes up from the one she had currently buried in her nether hole. As was a normal state of affairs for the horny young cheerleader, Cora was in the mood to be challenged a fair bit. Emily grimaced at the mere sight of it. The thought of something so large going up Cora's bottom made Emily's bottom ache in sympathy. Not that its length and girth surprised Emily that much. It was pretty par for her sister's course. "So when are you going to stop pussy footing around with that fat ass of yours and start using some properly sized plugs?" Cora taunted as Emily slipped into bed with her. Cora threw the covers over the both of them and used the motion to bring her hand up to Emily's semi-hard nipple to give it a healthy tweaking through the thin nightshirt. Emily's angry retort died unborn in her throat as she sucked in her breath slightly and arched her back in response. That elicited a slight smile from the older of the two high schoolers. "Still a submissive whore for nipple play I see! Some things never change then. Good," Cora stated and used her crushing grip on her younger sister's nipple to pull Emily's mouth up to her own. As their lips met, they were quickly parted by young tongues eagerly searching for each other. As the sisters greedily kissed, Emily's hand wandered down between her sister's conveniently spread legs to find a very wet cunt waiting for her. And then it was Cora's turn to gasp slightly as three of her younger sister's fingers forced their way into her dripping front hole. Not to be outdone, Cora released the grip on the crushed nipple to search out another equally wet hole to hide her fingers in; it took her less than a second to find one. "When you stop being such a stereotypical cheerleading super-slut!" Emily gasped as their lips finally broke away from each other a few seconds later. She was about to add something else to her angry retort but the pussy slicked fingers of her sister pushing past her lips silenced her. Emily contended herself with playfully biting the hand that was feeding her and smiling at her slightly older sibling as she hungrily sucked her self-made girl juices off the offered fingers. "You know, I do taste pretty good," Emily said absentmindedly to her sister as the offered fingers were removed from her mouth and returned to her snatch for another helping. "I can see why you and mom love going down on me so much." If Cora was about to add anything in response, she didn't get much of a chance as Emily's pussy soaked fingers were brought up to the older sister's mouth to be sucked clean in turn. Emily's fingers were quickly cleaned off and returned to the gooey slit from whence they'd come quickly, and the two girls just as quickly locked tongues again while they waited for their fingers to scoop up sufficient amounts of their sweet girl juices. This exchange of deep kissing, pussy fingering and digital tongue washing continued for a minute or two before Emily finally broke the cycle by throwing off the covers and sitting up to turn herself around. "I know two bladders that will never get emptied if we keep this up for too much longer," she stated matter-of-factly as she pushed the older teenager onto her back and, turned around in the bed, climbed on top of her. "I agree," Cora responded as the delectable girl parts of her youngest sister suddenly appeared above her, only inches away from her eager lips. "Mom will never get those plugs up our butts without us pissing everywhere from the pressure on our bladders if we don't take care of the problem first," she stated as a matter of fact. It was normally part of 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment for Sleepy Young Ladies' for Laura to drain the young lady in question's bladder herself, partial as she was to the act, but it wasn't the first time Emily and Cora had handled the function on their own; and they'd been taught very well how to drain both male and female bladders without spilling a drop as part of their proper upbringing. Cora wrapped her arms around the torso above her tightly and pulled down; forcing Emily's already spread legs to open up even wider. This maneuver also brought her lips into contact with the moist teenage pussy between them causing Cora to sigh in contented bliss as the heady aroma filled her mouth and nostrils. She felt the lips of her younger sister make contact with her own drenched cunt and a well-educated tongue began to go about its work; Cora let out another contented sigh in response. Cora bathed the offered cunt before her with her tongue, from taint to clit hood and back again, greedily lapping up the juices she found within. She could tell from the feeling emanating from her own young pussy that Emily was doing the same for her. Truly, the age old and time tested 69 was the ultimate bonding experience for any pair of sisters, and Cora and Emily were no different. The fact that their mother and aunt Mollie were as close as they were and that they engaged in the very same pastime so often was another example of the bonding power of the sisterly 69. Emily only let this go on for a minute or two before she found the wherewithal to remember that there was a purpose to their activity other than their normal playful, sisterly games. If it were up to the two horny sisters, Cora and Emily would continue give each other orgasm after orgasm until they were late for school; it'd happened a few times before when their mother had had to go to work early and they'd been left to their own devices. Pausing in the tongue bathing of her slightly older sister, Emily closed her lips over her sibling's urethra and sucked hard. She was rewarded with a small spurt of warm salty liquid, but not the torrent that she was expecting from the bladder of an eighteen year old after a good night's sleep. This was not totally unexpected and Emily thought back to what her mother had taught her to do in such a situation. The memory was when Laura was first teaching her how to force a woman's bladder to give up its contents. At the time, mother and daughter were locked in a passionate 69 while Laura gave directions to her youngest daughter in-between her own cuntoral administrations and gasps of pleasure. "Now, Emily -- Uuuung! Right there! -- when you're ready to drink up but the owner of the pussy you're sucking on is too distracted to let loose, here's what -- Fuck yes! -- you do. If her bottom hole is empty, like yours is now, you need to -- Oh God, yes! Nibble on mommy's clit just like that! -- push your hand up her ass and press forward against her bladder. The pressure -- Mmmmm... Harder! Nibble on mommy's clit harder! -- on her bladder will cause it to empty without her having to let go of the muscles voluntarily. She should be excited enough to -- Oh, baby... baby... baby! Mommy taught her little girl so well! -- be really lose back there and your hand should be able to slip right in. [...] See? You barely noticed my hand slipping past your ass ring did you? "Now for true anal sluts like you and me, you may want to make a fist and pop it past her sphincter a few times to -- Oh my! This is turning you on, isn't it? Can you suck on mommy's pussy a little harder? Uuuung! There you go! -- get her juices really running. Take your time and really have fun with the defenseless ring of muscle. Now, I'll just slip my fist in and out of your little asshole a few more times and -- Oh god! Mommy's soooo close! -- you should be ready to drain your bladder. [...] "There we go. I always find that a few dozen fist reinsertions are always what a well train ass needs to really get in the proper mood. Now, do you notice that when I burry my fist up your ass and press -- oh yes, baby. Yes! -- forward firmly it gets harder and harder for you not to pee? Alright, now I'm going to push forward hard and you'll be unable to stop from peeing down mommy's throat. Don't worry about choking mommy; mommy knows what she's doing. Just let it flow. [...] "My, my, Emily! That was an awfully full bladder! Mommy's not going to be thirsty for awhile! Okay, now while it's not necessarily part of tonight's lesson, I hope you don't mind but I'm -- Oh, baby! Just like that! Mommy's pussy needs that! -- just going to keep my fist up your ass for right now. Anyways, now if her bottom hole is packed full of latex, like mommy's is, you need to force the pee out of her a little differently. Now pull mommy's plug about half way out and -- Tongue! Use your tongue a little more! -- shift it 45 degrees so that the tip is right up against the bladder and press forward forcefully. Now, be sure your lips are sealed around mommy's urethra tightly. You don't want to let any leak out. Now you try. Ummm... The bulk of mommy's plug feels so nice stretching mommy's dirty ass like that. Feel free to rotate it a few times in mommy's sloppy hole. Remember what mommy said about having some fun with a non-resisting sphincter? Ooooo... That's better! "Now, shift it and press forward. There you go. A little harder. Harder! Oh shit! I'm pissing! I can't turn it off! All of mommy's hot piss is shooting right out and mommy can't do anything to stop it! Good job, Emily! Keep gulping it all down. Push the plug forward a little harder. Uuung! There you go. Make sure to drain as much out as you can. Don't spill any. Suck really hard to get out those last few stubborn drops. "I think mommy's empty now. Good girl! That wasn't so bad now was it? "Now normally, you would go ahead and shove the plug back up mommy's ass and continue to eat her out, but mommy wants to cum really hard now so go ahead and take the plug out and set it aside. Grab that large veined dildo we used on mommy's ass earlier tonight when we were learning about being stretched to maximum capacity. Yes, the really big one that made mommy cry. It needs to go back up mommy's bottom again. Mommy was bad for crying so pathetically in front of her baby girl and need to be punished. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 02 "I know it's heavy and unwieldy, but you need to ram it up mommy's bottom really hard. Yes, it'll still fit inside mommy's butt, just push a little -- Oh shit -- harder! Now I need you to be a big girl and don't be gentle with mommy or mommy won't cum -- oh my God, that really IS big! -- as hard as she can. There you go. Now make sure it goes all the way in. You can fit another few inches up mommy's -- oh oww! -- butt, just push a little harder. Come on, baby! You can get another inch of it inside mommy! "Now pull it out about half way and ram it back -- SHIT! -- in. Oh my God! Use both... hands... Harder... Harder... HARDER... "Now don't stop... "Until mommy... "Goes limp! "Oh! My! God! YES!!! "Mommy's cumming! MOMMY'S CUMMING! "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! "OH, FUCK! FUCK MOMMY, BABY! FUCK HER THE WAY SHE NEEDS TO BE FUCKED!!!" If Emily had let herself reminisce, that particular memory would have gone on for a few more exhausting minutes as she'd pounded the absurdly large veined dildo in and out of her mother's ass until she'd passed out from the over stimulation. Emily had talked to her older sisters after that lesson and had found out that each of them had had a very similar experience with their mother when they were being taught how to drink piss from another woman. It seems that was a lesson Laura was well versed at teaching. As it were, Emily remembered that special lesson well. Reaching under the succulent pussy she was feasting on to the plugged hole underneath it, she grabbed hold of the base of the plug nestled there and began to pull against the resistant sphincter. The resistance was short lived though, as Cora's asshole had long since been battered into an acceptable level of submission; an acceptable level of submission being total submission, of course. She felt Cora tense underneath her as the teenager's ass was unexpectedly stretched wide by the full three and three quarters inch diameter body of the plug. Extracting the plug half way, Emily pointed the tip upwards and began pressing the large latex butt packer back into the hole from whence it had come. As she did so, she locked her lips over Cora's piss hole and sucked hard. She was almost instantly rewarded by a geyser of hot urine forced outwards by the unstoppable progress of the plug from the rear. She continued to press the plug inwards while gulping down mouthful after mouthful of hot liquid. On her third mouthful, Emily was startled by the sensation of her own plug being extracted from its comfortable resting place. It was pulled halfway out, pivoted, and then forced inwards against the back wall of her bladder. Emily cursed silently to herself as she felt her bladder control get removed from her conscious command as her piss started flowing without her actually loosening her PC muscles. "Damn it! I was so concerned with getting Cora to empty her bladder down my throat I forgot to empty mine down hers," she scolded herself. "Oh well, at least we both had the same great teacher!" she commented silently as she relaxed to enjoy the sensation of her bladder being drained against her will. Emily continues to gulp down mouthfuls of pee while she felt Cora do the same underneath her. All too soon, the geyser turned into a steady flow and the steady flow turned into a dribble and then stopped altogether. Emily pushed Cora's plug in extra hard and sucked with all her might and was rewarded with a few more drops, but that was it. She felt Cora reaching the same conclusion underneath her as well. "All good things come to an end," she thought to herself, as she allowed the plug before her face to reseat itself up the sexy bottom that was missing it. She felt Cora give her own urethra a few last strong pulls before her ass ring was allowed to close over the neck of her plug once again. "Now that we have all that hard work out of the way," Cora commented from underneath Emily, "it's time for our reward!" she said as she pulled her sister in tighter and attacked the delicious cunt with all the fervency she could muster. Emily gasped out loud as her sister's tongue found its way into the folds of her gushing pussy to extract as much girl nectar as it could. "Damn straight!" Emily agreed before turning her full attention to her sister's cunt and greedily devoured it with enough gusto to match her older sibling. *** Finally, after almost another full minute, Naomi collapsed onto her bed; totally spent for the time being. "That's a good girl," Laura said pleasantly as she slowly withdrew her arm from her daughter's now gaping anus. She paused briefly to admire the three inch wide cavern between her daughter's toned and muscular butt cheeks; it opened and closed slightly with each of Naomi's labored breaths as she lay on her bed recovering her senses. "That's a great way to start the day! You just lie here and regain your composure while I go wake up your younger sisters. I know Cora seems to need 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment for Sleepy Young Ladies' just as badly as you do on mornings like these for some reason," she said with a smile on her face. The fact that she knew Cora had been awoken by the loud, sustained orgasm and knew exactly what had caused it was just something she'd let Cora keep secret. "Besides," Laura thought to herself as she looked for a larger ass plug in Naomi's nightstand for her well stretched butt. The one she'd been sleeping with was nowhere near large enough now, "Who am I to play favorites with my own daughters? If Cora loves to be woken up just like her big sister, I should be glad for it! Now if only I can get Emily to come around I could consider myself a successful mother." She found the one she was looking for and smiled to herself again. It seemed every morning when Naomi was in need of 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment' that she always had an appropriately sized butt plug from her masturbation kit lubed up and waiting conveniently nearby. "It's almost as if she knows when she goes to sleep the night before that she'll be having a hard time waking up the next morning," Laura continued to herself in thought, deciding again to let Naomi keep her little secrets too. The plug waiting for Naomi's battered rear hole had a diameter of nearly three and a half inches at its base, which was a bit larger than Laura's forearm at its widest point. The bulk of the formidable plug's ten inch length was over three and three quarter inches wide, or just slightly wider than her butt had been stretched, just minutes before, into mind shattering orgasm by her mother's elbow. Laura wiped some extra lube off her hand and onto the waiting hunk of latex and pressed it deftly into her daughter's still obscenely gaping asshole. It went in easily enough. Not easily enough that Naomi didn't tense slightly and moan pitifully at the not unanticipated intrusion. Even if she had wanted to protest or fight against the latex monster being forced into her backside, Naomi was in no physical condition to do so. All she managed was a few soft gasps and grunts as the sizable plug slid past her resistant sphincter. "There, there, honey. Mommy knows your bum has been through a lot this early in the morning," Laura said soothingly as she continued to press the too-large-for-comfort toy into her daughter's abused ass. Her free hand moved up to thumb Naomi's little man in the boat to placate her rising dissention. "Shhhh, now. Shhhh... It's almost... all... the way... in... There now. Isn't that better?" she asked pleasantly as her daughter's tautly stretched sphincter closed around the base of the substantial plug and she let out a soft sigh of relief. A sigh of relief that quickly turned back into moan of displeasure as Laura just as smoothly began pulling the plug back out past the resistive muscle of Naomi's helpless anal ring. "Hush, now. Be a good girl for mommy while I make sure your plug is settled in correctly," Laura admonished her daughter as she removed the toy entirely from its warm sheath; leaving her daughter's ass gaping open once again. "Mommy wouldn't want her darling daughter to be uncomfortable with an improperly seated butt plug, would she?" Laura asked as her hand disappeared up her daughter's backside once again to reallocate the substantial amount of lube already present inside her daughter's distended anus. Satisfied that Naomi now had the proper amount of lube in all the right places, again she pressed the slippery toy back into her middle daughter's nether hole and at the same time sped up the thumbing of her aroused clit. "No, mother. I'm sorry, mother," Naomi half moaned as her back passage was packed unpleasantly full so soon after her toe curling orgasm. "I though not," Laura concluded as the plug continued into Naomi's most private hole a second time; bottoming out 10 inches into the moaning girl's no longer very tight butt. Just as quickly as Naomi's sphincter came to close around the wide base of the latex butt stretcher, the plug was again withdrawn with moans of protest from a horny daughter and reassuring words of encouragement from a loving mother. "It just doesn't seem to want to go in right. Why don't you reach back and pull apart your cheeks so mommy can get a better angle?" Laura asked. Naomi obediently reached back and spread her butt as wide as she could as her mother's hand again disappeared up her bottom to spread around the slick lube present there. Again, plug in and out. Respreading of the lube. Plug in and out. Respreading of the lube. Faster. Plug in and out. Plug in and out. And then, just as Naomi was starting to move her hips in time with the passage of the no longer uncomfortable plug into her well stretched rear, the plug was at last still. This elicited a different kind of moan from the young Naomi. The removal of her mother's expert thumb from her throbbing clit elicited a still louder and more firm moan. "Now, now, honey. I just wanted to get you back into the correct mindset," her mother said, leaving the large plug halfway into her daughter's dilated rear hole. "It's not good for a girl your age to be sexually sated for very long. A girl should always be ready for her next orgasm." Laura patted the half inserted plug on the base, causing her daughter to twitch slightly. "I just couldn't get it to sit correctly, and a proper young lady is better at getting the larger plugs to sit properly up her own bottom than anyone else anyway. Just go ahead and seat this one fully when you're ready to get up and meet us in the bathroom," Laura said as she stood up from Naomi's bed, grunting slightly at her own over packed rear end. "Your sisters need waking up too, you know. And I can't play favorites; it's just not motherly!" Laura smiled and walked out of the bedroom without a backward glance at her daughter's frustrated condition; the half inserted anal plug still protruding from her young shapely bottom. Walking down the hall and into the room of her two youngest daughters, Laura was greeted with the sight of the two eighteen year old sisters locked in a passionate 69; loving trying to drain the last of the night's urine out of the other's now empty bladder. "Maybe I'm not such a bad mother after all," she thought to herself as she paused just inside the room to admire the act of ongoing sisterly love in front of her. Both girls lay side by side on Cora's bed hungrily lapping and sucking at the other's urethra and clitoris as they moaned constantly in response to the other's expert mouth and tongue. Laura's right hand drifted down to her own dripping snatch to massage out some of the early morning stress as she watched her two youngest daughters taking care of each other's needs. Her own soft moan of pleasure snapped her back to the present and she removed her now wet fingers from the depths of her pulsing slit and admonished herself for getting too distracted. Bringing the moist fingers up to her lips, she sucked the sticky girl fluid from them, only allowing herself a brief pause to enjoy the taste of herself, before she moved onward into the moan filled bedroom. "Good morning girls," Laura said pleasantly, "I hate to interrupt what is obviously very important goings on in here, but I need to check your bottoms so we can all get our morning enemas or we'll all be late to start our days." This prompted two disappointed sounding pops as previously sucking mouths were disconnected from previously appreciative vaginas. "Yes, mother," was the simultaneous response from the two teenage girls. "Good. Now that I have your attentions, why don't you both get up on knees and shoulders and point those lovely butts towards me? Get those cheeks spread, ladies!" Laura demanded, as the two young women began to reposition themselves to their mother's polite command. When both daughters had finished repositioning themselves at the foot of the bed, they reached back to spread their shapely teenaged butts for their mother's inspection. The genetic similarities between the two well formed backsides were reinforced by the latex shapes of the large sleeping plugs embedded deeply in both of the displayed butts. The fact that the plug nestled up Cora's ass was noticeably larger than the one up Emily's did nothing to detract from the perverse beauty of the view. Laura felt her pussy redouble its juice production at the hot sight of her two youngest displaying themselves wide open for her inspection. "I see both of these pussies have been well tended to this morning. That's what a mother likes to see!" Laura commented as she kneeled down at the foot of Cora's bed and sunk two fingers of each hand up a different teenage cunt. She didn't feel the slickness of the girl lube until her fingers reached the depths that tongues were incapable of obtaining; both snatches had been expertly sucked clean by lustful mouths. Extracting her fingers, she brought all four of them up to her mouth to lick them clean and savor the combined taste of the two youngest offspring. Again, she had to remind herself she had a job to do here. "Now let's make sure these asses get well tended to as well," Laura said as she reached out to grab a firm hold on the bases of both plugs. Since both Emily's and Cora's plugs had just been used to forcefully drain their bladders, neither sphincter put up much resistance as the latex cylinders were extracted. "Oh my goodness!" Laura exclaimed as both plugs slid effortlessly out of her daughters' nether holes, "It seems that both of you have been neglecting yourselves back here. These plugs are way too small for such cavernous young bottoms! Well, don't you worry, Mommy's here now and she'll make sure you both feel properly full before you head off to school!" Laura leaned forward and handed a plug to each of her daughters; Cora's to Emily and Emily's to Cora. "Now be sure to wash those off thoroughly," she instructed, "I won't stand for dirty plugs in my house!" she added as she stood up, grunting as her plug shifted pleasantly yet again, and moved towards Cora's nightstand to retrieve the bottle of lube that all the Wilder women kept handy at bedside. Both teenagers got busy tongue washing the other's butt plug as instructed. Being so close in age and having always shared a room together, Cora and Emily usually ended up with the other's plug in their mouth more than their own; so it was something they were very used to. Returning to the foot of the bed, Laura paused to admire the sight: two obscenely gaping teenage anuses on top of two dripping and aroused teenage pussies. It was all Laura could do not to drop to her knees and bury her face up the sweet, young holes, but there was maternal work that needed doing, and she was the only mother here! Bending over slightly, she gave each gaping hole a good half dozen pumps of thick lube before standing up and pumping a few globs of lube into her hand. Setting the bottle of lube on the bed, Laura began rubbing the lube all over her hands, wrists, forearms, and even past her elbows. After all, there were three young assholes that were in desperate need of 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment for Sleepy Young Ladies' this morning! One had already received its treatment to her satisfaction but there were two more that needed it badly. Seconds later, two teenage mouths gasped aloud as Laura's arms disappeared up two backsides halfway up to her elbows. Both arms were soon pounding in cadence up two needy holes and the room quickly began to fill with moans of approaching orgasms. "Actually," Laura thought to herself, "I can think of at least one more bottom in this house in need of some serious treatment this morning but, alas, there's no one here to give it what it really needs." Once again, she felt a pang of loss for her later husband, Dave. "Maybe I'll give Amanda a call when I get into work this morning. I think she's in town on business over the next few days." Laura's bottom positively tingled at the thought; her oldest daughter knew the needs of her mother's back hole almost as much as Dave had. She allowed herself to dwell on possibilities for only a few seconds longer and then returned all her focus to the task at hand. There were two quivering nether holes before her, both of which had obviously been criminally neglected by their owners, and it was time to start getting serious. *** Naomi panted and whined softly to herself as she watched her mother leave her bedroom with the job only half done; in both senses of the phrase. The aftershocks of her previous orgasm hadn't even fully died down completely, and yet her mother's skillful hand and the sheer size of the three and three quarters inch plug half inserted into her bottom had her almost to another screaming orgasm. "Damn it, mother!" Naomi cursed softly, not wanting her retreating mother to overhear her daughter swear at her as she walked down the hall to Cora and Emily's room, "You always do this to me in the morning! I swear to God I'll get you back for this one of these times!" Naomi swore vehemently to herself. "But first things first," she concluded. Rolling onto her right side and pulling her knees up to her chest, Naomi reached back to grab a hold of the base of the plug still half seated up her bum. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she began pulling the large latex girl stretcher outward a few inches before reversing its direction inwards towards her anxiously waiting rectum. Slowly, ever so slowly, the faux dong impaled itself between the toned and tanned cheeks of the twenty-two year old's shapely ass. A full eight inches later she felt her defeated sphincter close in around the three and a half inch base of the ten inch rectal dilator. She threw her head back quickly as another soft gasp escaped her full lips. Naomi's head came back around with a determined expression on her pretty face and looked down towards her backside. All she could see was the curve of her hips and her left arm disappearing behind it to her hand maneuvering the unseen but sizable plug. "Oh! You're not getting off that easily THIS morning!" she informed her hidden asshole, as she backed out the plug, causing the ring of muscle to again widen uncomfortably to accept the passage of the full width of the ebony colored toy. The plug was once again withdrawn till it was only an inch or two from popping free from Naomi's protesting backside before it reversed directions again to begin its short, inward journey. It was a testament to Naomi's skill, and to close instruction from her mother, as well as the hundreds of hours she'd spent in her short lifetime, at masturbating her nether hole in this position that she could pound a toy of almost any diameter or length up her bottom and not allow it to pop free once; if that was what she intended. And as the pace of the plug's eight inch journey began to increase dramatically, Naomi put all that acquired skill to use on her own battered back hole. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 02 Reaching her free right hand out from underneath herself, Naomi firmly grasped her pert left breast and brought its tender nipple up to her mouth and its row of waiting teeth. Taking the reddish nub between her lips, she sucked hard and began to bite down on the base of the already abused areola. The fresh wave of pain emanating from her tit caused her already hot pussy and painfully stretched butt hole to spasm with masochistic pleasure. Confident her left breast was incapable of escaping the torment she was inflicting on it with her mouth, her right hand was now free to turn its devious attention to her other breast and give it a similar treatment with the finger nails of her thumb and forefinger. A second later and both hard numbs at the tip of her gorgeous breasts were the source of considerable pain and suffering; just what the doctor ordered to get Naomi off quickly and efficiently. It took less than a minute of sucking, biting, pinching, butt pounding stimulation to get the twenty-two year old model to crash over the edge of her second orgasm of the morning. As the waves hit, she buried the huge plug up to the hilt in her bottom and rolled over onto her back. Supporting her weight on her buttocks and shoulders, she ground her hips around in fast circles to force the plug to rotate in her spasming rectum. With both hands now free, each mistreated nipple now found itself the sole recipient of a strong hand. As Naomi threw her head back and cried out loud in ecstasy, her hands were doing their best to pull her body up into a sitting position with the entrapped nipples; this caused her breasts to be pulled outward into proud, cone-shaped mammaries. The pain induced orgasm lasted maybe twenty seconds before Naomi collapsed once again onto her sheets; panting in exhaustion. "There. That's better," she commented once she regained her breath; although her hips were still slowly rotating atop the entombed butt plug. Slipping her arms though the shoulder straps of her nightshirt, which had been unceremoniously pulled out of the way earlier in the morning to provide her hands with unfettered access to the cowering tits it nominally protected, she pulled the thin material up to cover those young breasts once again; and immediately winced as it was drawn over the raw nubs at their tips. "That'll leave a mark!" she concluded unnecessarily. Sitting up in her bed and allowing her full weight to come down on the plug buried in her backside, she smoothed her nightshirt down over her toned stomach. Redressing herself completed, if wearing only a thin nightshirt and a massive butt plug could be considered a complete outfit, Naomi pivoted ninety degrees sideways to swing her legs over the side of the bed. A soft gasp of pleasure escaped from her lips as the plug grabbed at the taunt sheets and rotated within its moist hole an equal angle. "Damn! I'll have to remember that happens for next time," she thought as she stood up to make her way out of her bedroom. Once in the hall, on a lark, instead of turning towards the family bathroom and her waiting morning enemas, she turned the other way and headed towards Cora and Emily's room. As she made her way down the corridor, the soft sounds of rhythmic slapping and the louder moans of pleasure from two teenage throats became clearer and more distinct. Stopping just outside the door-less bedroom, Naomi gazed into the room to take stock of the situation. Laura stood at the foot of Cora's bed bending slightly at the waist over the kneeling forms of Cora and Emily. Both girls were using their hands to pull their ass cheeks wide apart and give their mother full access to the stuffed back holes between them. Naomi's eyes widened as her gaze fell downward slightly and the sheer size of the base of the plug protruding from her mother's bent over ass registered. "Nice, mom," she thought to herself, "I know you can take a lot larger things up there than that, but it's been awhile since I've seen you spend all night with something that large stretching that gaping abyss you mistakenly refer to as a woman's butt. I wonder what the occasion is," her internal monolog continued as she made her way into the room. It was obvious from the pitch of the dual orgasming screams emanating from the two eighteen year old sisters that the application of two simultaneous 'Mother's Full Morning Treatment for Sleepy Young Ladies' was reaching its inevitable conclusion. This observation was confirmed as Naomi walked further into the room and could now see both of her mother's elbows disappearing up her kid sisters' wildly thrashing nether holes. Laura was alternating the pistoning of her arms in and out of the young assholes before her. As her right arm's elbow slipped past Emily's loose ass ring, her left balled fist was pulling Cora's well trained sphincter outwards between the young cheerleader's firmly spread buttocks. Then, simultaneously, both arms would reverse their directions and a half second later Emily's anus was being pulled outwards from her body while Cora's bottom was fully impaled up past the elbow on her mother's left arm. As Laura went about her business, Naomi was rewarded with a side view of her mother's massive womanly assets swinging side to side in rhythm with the pounding anal fisting she was administering to her two youngest daughters. Her mother's rock hard nipples straining to break free from the mostly transparent negligee were obvious to anyone who cared to look; and Naomi was very interested indeed. The outline of something truly gigantic could clearly be seen pressing outward from underneath her mother's stomach below her impressive, swaying breasts. Just as Naomi reached the sweating trio of women, the pair of lusty screams changed to a fevered pitch as Laura buried both arms past the elbow into the two now violently orgasming teenagers and pressed her weight forward. Naomi could see the muscles in her mother's upper arms flexing and she knew from recent, and first hand, experience that Laura was now rotating her arms and fists deep inside the quivering large intestines of the two young women underneath her; forcing already hard orgasms to crash just a little bit harder. Naomi's greedy bottom twitched in fond memory. An evil plan hatched instantly in Naomi's mind and the edges of her lips twitched upwards in a Grinch-like grin. "I must have done something right in a previous life for karma to reward me with an appropriate revenge like this so soon," she thought to herself. Standing just behind her distracted mother, Naomi spread her legs slightly to give herself access to the drenched, girl cum-filled honey pot between her legs and quickly dipped three fingers in while consciously keeping herself from moaning, so as not to alert her mother to her presence. In less than a second, all three fingers were covered with gooey, post orgasm juices. Removing the wet fingers from her dripping snatch, she replaced them with the fingers from her other hand to get them ready too. Naomi quickly brought the soaked digits around to her mother's slightly open mouth as she breathed laboriously. Without even thinking twice, and out of pure well train reflex, Laura's lips closed over the offered fingers immediately and began to suck. Laura was slightly surprised at the, not unwelcomed, taste of Naomi's recently orgasmed cunt filling her mouth. She knew it was Naomi the second her lips locked around the fingers. A good mother should know the distinct tastes of each of her daughters' pussies as second nature; and Laura had always tried to be a good mother to her five daughters. As Laura turned her head questioningly to the side to see her grinning middle daughter standing behind her, she tried to ask the obvious question, but it only came out as, "Wha ah yoo -- OWW!" as Naomi spanked her mother's defenseless, and well packed, ass hard with a pussy juice slicked hand to get the older woman's attention. "Now, mother! What have you always told us about speaking with a full mouth?" Laura, who always tried to provide a good role model for her daughters by practicing what she preached, went silent to focus her attention on tongue washing the succulent juices off of the fingers between her lips. "That's what I thought you'd always told us to do. Now clean these fingers too," Naomi commanded her mother as she removed one set of fingers from her mother's warm, sucking mouth and replaced them with the other set. Her recently cleaned fingers returned to her pussy to be resupplied with more homemade girl cum. This continued for a few rotations before Laura closed her eyes to concentrate on the taste of Naomi's cunt filling her mouth. This was the opening Naomi was waiting for. Quickly, with her free hand, she reach between her mother's ass cheeks to take a hold of the recessed handle built into the base of all large model butt plugs and gave it a firm downward yank. Any effective resistance her mother's sphincter could have once possibly given against the sudden movement of the massive plug had been trained out of it decades before by Elizabeth, her mother's own mother; and constantly reinforced and built upon by her husband Dave, Naomi's father. A loud gasp escaped Laura lips around the juice covered fingers still stuck between them, as the well trained ass submitted in giving up its latex intruder. The thick, manmade dong slid out about six inches and Naomi got the first real look at the size of the monster that her mother had shoved up her ass the previous night. Naomi estimated that the neck at the base of the plug was a good five and a quarter inches in diameter while the main body was closer to five and a half inches. Whenever her mother wore equipment of that size out in public, she would always wear a constricting corset along with it to conceal its presence, as even a casual observer would be unable to miss the telltale abdominal outline of such a large object buried up such a petite woman's backside. Naomi would have noticed it before too, but by the time she had been roused to full consciousness this morning her mother's arm was already buried up her sleepy bottom halfway to its elbow; and by that point Naomi hadn't been paying attention to any abnormal bulges that may or may not have been present on her mother's stomach. "Oops!" Naomi exclaimed innocently as she continued to extract her mother's colossal ass stretcher from its rightful home. "I didn't mean to pull it all the way out. You just go on ahead and finish up giving the 'Full Treatment' to Cora and Emily and I'll get this back up your bottom where it belongs," she said as she removed her fingers from her mother's mouth and kneeled down behind the slightly bent older woman. "Naomi! Why did you -- OWW!" Laura started before she was interrupted, again, but a sharp slap to unprotected ass cheek. "Now mother, you just told me that you couldn't play favorites. I got my 'Full Treatment' this morning without interruption and Cora and Emily deserve the same amount of attention from their mother. Now just go back to what you were doing and let me reseat your plug for you. It's the least I can do after 'accidently' knocking it loose. And I know what I'm doing; you taught me how. Remember?" Naomi stated as she ignored any further sputtering from her mother and focused her attention on the gigantic plug that was still slowly sliding out of her mother's cavernous rectum. Over twelve inches of pliable latex had slid out of that beautiful ass and still more was yet to be uncovered. Laura, after pausing to consider her middle daughter's point, returned her attention to her two youngest daughters; who were just now coming down from their first, of what was certainly to be many, mind-blowing anal orgasms of the day. Free of her mother's immediate attention, Naomi continued to extract the full length of the latex butt dilator from her mother's firm behind. Unlike the plugs that she and her sisters normally wore, which were smooth to facilitate what was usually a large and painful insertion, the plug Naomi was pulling out of her mother's ass had small, offset, smoothed triangular bumps all along its entire length. Naomi knew the purpose of these bumps was to ensure that the entire length of the insertion or extraction of the plug pulled at the rectum walls and the tight anal sphincter for the entire trip. It was a plug designed for an accomplished anal master, and by no means a novice or a mere enthusiast like Naomi or most of her sisters. She was pretty sure her older sisters, Amanda and Mary, had similar plugs in their collections; though probably not one of this size. Her thoughts were interrupted by the plug finally slipping free from the now gaping and empty ass that was at eye level and only inches away from Naomi's face. She whistled silently to herself as she admired the sixteen inch length of the entire butt busting instrument. "No wonder mother had grunted when she'd gotten off my bed just a few minutes ago," she thought to herself. "Even the most masochistic anal slut on Earth couldn't be blamed for a few outward signs of discomfort while moving around with something like that spreading their intestines apart!" Naomi then turned her attention to the wide open anus before her and the moist, pink cave above it leading deep into her mother's guts. Even devoid of the massive toy now in Naomi's hands, her mother's ass cheeks still had at least five inches of yawning nothingness between them. "As many times as I've seen it in the past, mother's gape is still awe inspiring," she continued to herself as she lined the huge ebony, bump covered toy back up with her mother's momentarily empty hole. "I wonder if my butt will ever get ruined to this extent." "Of course it will!" she heard a part of her brain answer quickly. "Just give it time." Naomi almost started to argue with that other part of her brain but then decided against it. After all, it was almost certainly correct anyways. Now that Naomi knew the exact dimensions of the weapon that was once again poised to disappear up her mother's bottom, she could put to good use all the skill she had acquired with ramming toys in and out of her own ass. That knowledge and those hard learned skills were a very dangerous combination for Laura's poor, defeated nether hole. The Grinch-like grin on Naomi's face returned as the first six inches of thick, bumpy plug was reinserted into her mother in one quick thrust. Laura let out a low, throaty moan as her plug was unceremoniously reinserted into her aching bottom by her kneeling daughter. Due to her extreme horniness last night, after she had anally masturbated her youngest daughter properly, she'd chosen one of her more uncomfortable plug designs to force up her own sore back door; after she'd first ensured it had been properly dilated and ravaged by her favorite set of veined dildos, of course. Dave had originally bought the set of extra large studded plugs for her as an anniversary present two decades ago; after Laura had shown him an article in her favorite woman's magazine at the time about how effective they were. The same company also made similarly designed 2XL and 3XL sets as well, but Laura would never be able to take anything that size up her nether hole. However, the fact that the company sold them was proof enough that some women could and did. The plugs were designed to be punishment plugs to correct any perceived failings or offenses of wives and girlfriends; not as instruments designed to produce anal pleasure. Only a truly debased anal slut, such as Laura herself, could ever view those horrible plugs as anything which could produce both results. Dave had always been understanding towards his loving wife and knew that no matter how hard she tried, she would always be in need of extra encouragement to be a better wife and mother. And Laura had found her backside being forced open by one of those dreaded punishment plugs only a few times each month for the past twenty years. Since the shortcomings prompting their use seldom happened twice, Dave considered their purchase a success; and Laura was forced to agree. Of course, she did own other sets of even more deviously designed punishment dilators that even she wasn't able to find the slightest pleasure in. But Laura would never willing use one of them on her poor, over-used bum unless she was being forced to. Truth be told, if Laura was honest with herself, the fact that those excruciating plug sets had gone unused for so long was yet another reason she missed her late husband. In truth, the one Naomi was now forcefully shoving up Laura's butt was one of the smallest plugs in that particular set. Laura had only had to wear the largest one once in her life when she'd totaled Dave's sports car while driving to the store. The minor detail that the other woman had been drunk, had run a red light, and had managed to total four other cars before hitting Dave's was no excuse. Dave had reassured her of this again and again before he was finally able to seat the entire length of the murderous plug deep into his crying and apologizing wife's tortured ass. But Dave was a loving and forgiving husband; in the end, he'd only made her wear that monstrosity for eleven days -- one day for each year he'd owned the vehicle; and only made her take it out and reinsert it a dozen times a day or so for her regularly scheduled enema regime. His understanding towards his suffering wife's plight was amply rewarded in the end. The insurance payment for the lost vehicle, with a healthy bit added for his wife's mental trauma over the entire incident, was more than enough for him to buy the sports car that he'd always coveted. Snapping back to the present, Laura felt the tip of every smoothed triangle bump softly tear at the tender tissue of her rectum. But even that wasn't as uncomfortable as the seesawing feeling emanating from her over stretched asshole itself. That ring of muscle was crying out in surrender as the plug made its full sixteen inch trek up into her bottom before finally closing in around the slightly smaller neck of the huge anal toy. Laura's sigh of relief was short lived as her sphincter was unexpectedly forced open to the full five and a half inch diameter width of the plug's body as Naomi began withdrawing the plug once again. Naomi pulled the painful latex dong out about half way, rotated it to the right; and then to the left. She adjusted its angle slightly and then began shoving it back up her mother's rear hole once again. This time Laura rose to the balls of her feet and contorted her face in obvious discomfort as the punishment plug neared being fully seated once again. It never got there. The inwards direction was reversed just an inch before full insertion. "Honey!" Laura gasped, trying to interdict her daughter's abuse of her well stretched bum, "it doesn't have to be perfect. Mommy's going to take it out in a few minutes anyway when she gets her morning enemas." "Hush, now. Be a good mommy for your daughter while I make sure your plug is settled in correctly," Naomi paraphrased her mother's exact words that she'd used against her just ten minutes ago. "Your daughter wouldn't want her darling mother to be uncomfortable with an improperly seated butt plug, would she?" Naomi emphasized her point by pumping and rotating the viciously large plug quickly in and out of her mother's very sore asshole. As Laura's legs began to shake from the intense sensation, the mother of five threw her head back and groaned soundlessly at the ravaging her back hole was receiving at the hands of her beautiful third daughter. Naomi misinterpreted her mother's lack of audible response as silent consent and so continued to paraphrase her mother's earlier words. "I though not," Naomi said as she slowed the punishing pace of the brutal pounding she was administering to her mother's most private orifice. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 03 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. * After School Special "What a day!" eighteen year old Emily exclaimed as she dropped her purple backpack onto the bedroom floor and flopped backwards onto her bed. She was still wearing her school clothes from the day: a somewhat tight yellow T-shirt that hugged her young breasts invitingly and a pair of tight jeans that showed off the contours of her firm ass even more so. "I don't know what was worse. Mrs. Perkins popping a history quiz on us with no warning or spending the entire day with this huge fucking toy up my butt!" Emily continued in an overly dramatic voice. "I mean, didn't they outlaw pop quizzes back in the 20th century? Certainly in the first half of the 21st century," she amended. "And why do we need to know who did what in Renaissance Europe anyway? It's not like that knowledge has any practical application. Even if it did, wouldn't we have the internet right there to answer it for us! "And this plug! It's too big for me to wear around! It was all I could do to walk around looking normal so I didn't embarrass myself with nine inches of latex buried up my ass!" she finished tartly. "Oh, quit being such a drama queen!" Cora answered sternly as she sprawled out to relax on her own bed on the other side of their shared bedroom. She still wore her crimson and white cheerleading outfit that she'd changed into after school for practice. The outfit was pretty straight forward and traditional consisting of a cleavage enhancing halter-top, bare midriff and pleated miniskirt. "Obviously, no one gave Mrs. Perkins the memo about pop quizzes; assuming you're right about them being outlawed in the first place. Although, judging by your score on the quiz, I wouldn't have too much confidence in your recollection of history!" "Shut up, bitch! At least I passed!" Emily retorted. "Hey! That's not nice," Cora said. "I wasn't arguing with you. I'm just saying you didn't do too good yourself," she continued, defending herself. "And quit complaining about your plug. That pathetic little sphincter of yours is only being stretched out by what? A three inch neck? Please, sis! Mom packed me with one a full inch wider in diameter. And I had to go to cheerleading practice wearing it!" Cora exclaimed. "Try doing high kicks, jumps and generally dancing around with something the size of a fat guy's forearm buried up your ass and get back to me!" she finished. "Yeah right," Emily responded. "It's not all that much larger than the plugs you normally wear to school. I usually wear something half this size and I'm just not used to it," she concluded. Emily brought her hands down to abdomen and pushed her fingers gently into her firm belly. It didn't take long for her to identify the hard outline of the invading phallus buried deep within her colon. She could even get it to move from side to side as she alternated applying pressure to the left and then the right. The sensation felt strange yet oddly stimulating. "Well you'd better get used to it." Cora said glancing over at her younger sister and watching her play with her abdomen. "I think mom has discovered a new found interest in that tiny little back door of yours. I wouldn't be surprised if you find yourself up to four inch plugs by next week. Maybe even five inch plugs by the end of the month!" she said evilly. "Anything bigger than this and I'll have to start wearing a small corset just to keep it from being obvious to anyone looking at me." Emily complained. "I'm pretty sure, even with this one, half the people at school knew what I was wearing today just by the abnormal bulge in my tummy!" "Bullshit!" Cora responded. "Most of the people in school already wear a larger plug than that on a daily basis. Everybody who doesn't is a guy and don't have to wear plugs to begin with!" she concluded; laughing at her own little joke about the differences between the sexes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny. But not every girl at school comes from a family as conservative as ours is. I know a few of my friends don't have a proper upbringing at all and are actually still virgins back there! If you can believe that! In this day and age! And they never even had as much as a finger or a tongue up their bung holes!" Emily exclaimed. "I know," Cora agreed. "What are their mothers thinking? What's going to happen when they get into a serious relationship and their partner wants to have a little harmless anal fun and comes to find out they can't even get a simple dick up there without a bunch of screaming and whining involved! I mean, I wouldn't have kept my first real boyfriend very long if I couldn't have taken his fist up my ass while I took his dick down my throat every day after school. I just don't see how some women plan on being successful as a person in life if their ass never learned to how to gobble up whatever it gets offered! "And what did you think you think those waist cinchers grandma gave you last Christmas were for?" Cora continued. "She obviously expected you to be wearing four inch dilators regularly by now too." "I just think our family takes it a little bit too far," Emily came back. "Even most girls with a proper upbringing aren't stretched to the extremes that mom and dad put Amanda, Mary, and Naomi through; or that mom put us through after dad died." "Well, from what I've heard from our older sisters, mom actually takes it pretty easy on us compared to what she put them through. She had to be a lot stricter with them because dad was still around to keep mom's own back hole on a regular diet of thick latex cock. I know you've noticed as much as I have that the size of the toys mom masturbates with at night has slowly shrunk over the past year or so. She's gotten out of the habit of having the strict discipline of dad to keep her bottom properly dilated. I talked to Naomi at breakfast and she told me mom actually had trouble taking a five and a half inch punishment plug this morning! Can you believe it! Our mom, Laura the Great Gaping Anal Queen, was grunting in pain from a five and a half inch plug! Dad would never have let mom digress to such a point if he were still around." "Yea. I know," Emily admitted. "Although, if dad were still around, you'd probably be up to at least a five inch dilator for your everyday plug." "Yup. And you'd be maybe half an inch behind me," Cora concluded and watched Emily wince at the thought. They allowed the conversation to die, as each young woman contemplated the severe anal training that should have rightfully been theirs had modern medicine been better up to the task of emergency cardiac treatment. But technological wonders could only go so far. Finally, Cora shivered to banish the sad memories and brought her mind back to the present and happier times. She rolled over onto her side to face her sister, who was still playing with the shape of the hard latex through her yellow T-shirt. Propping her head up with one hand, Cora reached back with her other to the base of the thick training plug wedged up her back hole. Wrapping her hands around what little extended out of her body she began to pull the firmly embedded latex out through her stretched anal ring. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning in mixed pain and pleasure as the four inch neck gave way to the four and a quarter inch body of the ten plus inch long anal plug. Wanting to savor the extraction, Cora pulled the thick toy out as slowly as she could; savoring the sensation of having her anus temporarily pulled inside out as it resisted the extraction of the huge torpedo shaped toy. Finally, she felt the plug slip free without so much as a pop; actually, it was more of a soft, wet slurp. Cora knew well from past experience that her ass had been utterly defeated during the course of the long day of relentless stretching by the thick plug. She doubted her nether hole had closed up much smaller than three and three quarter inches in diameter after it'd been freed from the iron heel of latex tyranny; barely smaller than the size of the plug's neck which had spent the day teaching her sphincter its proper dimensions. A lesson her tired and sore muscle ring had learned very well. She knew it'd be hours before her anus returned to its normal unused gape of around an inch and a half. Like all women with a proper upbringing, a fully closed and self sealing asshole was a physical impossibility long before the twentieth birthday. Without the constant aid of latex tools, the vast majority of the female population of planet Earth would simply have shit running down their legs most of the day. It wasn't called a butt "plug" for nothing! In fact, while it still wasn't polite to discuss the common practice of female anal dilation in public, society had quietly adjusted to its new norm. Women's bathrooms were typically twice or three times the size as they would have been around the turn of the 21st century. This was because every stall was also equipped with enema facilities. When most women's lower intestines were basically filled with rubber for most of the day, colonic cleansings every few hours were an anatomical necessity. Cora herself had administered three flushes during the course of the day, just to keep the pressure of her excrement at a comfortable level. Of course, the larger and more filling the plug, the more frequent enemas were required. Bearing that in mind, she estimated Emily probably only had to give herself two during the school day. She wondered how many trips to the bathroom their mother had to take on a daily basis just to keep herself cleaned out. A lot more than Cora herself, that was for certain; even with the smaller plugs her mother normally wore to work these days. Finally, Cora spoke up. "You know, for all your bitching about that silly little plug you've got up your bony butt, you seem to be perfectly content laying there with it in and playing with it through your shirt. I think you secretly love it up there!" Emily immediately stopped her playful manipulation of the toy through her stomach and glared angrily over at her older sibling. Cora simply glanced up at the ceiling as innocently as possible as she began tongue washing her significantly larger plug that had, until seconds before, been stretching the cheerleader's sexy bubble butt. Emily opened her mouth to say something angry in response but there was nothing she could say. So she snapped her mouth shut and simply began unbuttoning her tight jeans and shimmying the faded blue denim off her shapely hips. Cora watched Emily gyrate her hips to free herself from the skin tight denim with interest. As expected, Emily wore no panties under her pants. Once the fabric was free of the younger girl's hips, Emily lifted her legs up to slip the trousers off; and Cora made her move. With the grace of years of gymnastics and cheerleading training, Cora was at her younger sister's bedside instantly. With her free hand, Cora grabbed hold of the jeans just as they were bunched up around Emily's ankles and held them fast. At the same time, she used her superior position over her prone sister to push the legs down and back. The result was the most beautiful scene in the world as far as Cora was concerned. The repositioning of Emily's legs caused the wet and puffy lips of the pussy at their apex to spread invitingly; the delicious pink girl flesh they'd previously hidden underneath revealed to Cora's gaze at last. And, mere inches below that delectable front hole, was Emily's painfully filled nether hole. All that was actually visible, of course, was the base of the thick plug that had spent all day violating her younger sister's tender rectum. But it was framed by one of the most attractive pairs of ass cheeks Cora had the pleasure of daily sinking her face between; it certainly wasn't the only one. She had managed to lose her panties, again, in the locker room after cheerleading practice after all. But that's a story for another day. Cora paused half a second to admire the soft white skin of her sister's ass framing the large circle of black latex between them, and topped off with moist pink pussy lips before Emily was able to jerk her legs in protest. "Hey!" Emily growled. "Just let me get this plug out first. My ass is really sore!" "I'm here to help, sis," Cora replied, "just hold this and I'll get it out for you," she said as she handed her own dirty plug between the two raised and spread teenage legs to her sister below. Emily barely had time to think about the unwanted offering as she accepted it without immediate protest. "Let's just take a look at this tiny plug you've got here," Cora continued as she squatted down at the base of Emily's bed; being mindful to keep the legs spread high and wide. "I'm perfectly capable of pulling it out myself, thank you very much," Emily finally managed to get out. "Now let go of my legs so I can finished getting undressed and get this thing out of me!" she said angrily. "Nonsense!" Cora responded. "Remember what mother always says: 'When it comes to butt plugs, always ask for help,'" she quoted. Cora used the pause to sink three fingers of her unoccupied hand into the dripping snatch of her favorite sister. She was pleased to hear a soft, if very firmly restrained, moan of desire escape the lips of the restrained girl lying on the bed. Cora used her thumb to manipulate the little man in the boat as she worked the three digits all around the now soaking wet hole, causing soft slurping sounds to fill the small bedroom. "Mother does NOT say that!" Emily protested. She tried to squirm away from the invading fingers in an attempt to escape. The attempt, she realized with a sudden sinking feeling, was only half hearted as her body betrayed her yet again. "Damn it!" Emily yelled silently at her body as it submitted to her older sister's dominant mannerisms. "You're my body! Listen to me!" Her body's only answer to her silent command was to start to slowly rotate its hips in time with Cora's questing fingers. "God damn it!" Emily said softly out loud. It was meant to be a silent curse. "Such language from someone I'm only trying to help!" Cora said while managing, with great success, to sound offended. "And while I'm helping you out with your butt problem, why don't you do something constructive with that naughty tongue of yours. I'm sure you remember what mother always says about dirty plugs in her house!" She glared down at her younger sister, fingers still working the soaked pussy, until Emily brought Cora's dirty plug to her lips and began washing the day's stains off with her tongue. "That's better. Now be a good little girl and shut your fucking worthless mouth hole while I deal with your two needy holes that are actually good for something!" Cora's coarse language would have been offensive to anyone else who might have heard it; certainly their mother would have had a fit if she'd heard Cora talk that way to her sister. Emily was used to it though; it was all part of their sisterly banter. With that shockingly derogatory statement verbalized, Cora bowed over Emily's bent-in-two form, bringing her lips in contact with the hot pussy that she'd been playing with. Emily moaned out load; no longer attempting to hide her desire. Removing her fingers from the wet cunt, Cora buried her face into the delicious folds of her sister's pink flesh; savoring the taste of the succulent young pussy juice like a starving man savors a fine steak. Sucking the labia into her mouth, Cora used her tongue to clean them off as best she could before allowing them to slip out again. Only then did she dive her tongue into the wet hole that was the source of all Emily's delicious nectar. All Emily could do was resign herself to her body's desires and enjoy the sensations that her sister was giving her with that talented tongue of hers. For her part, Emily did her best to clean all the lubricant and slime that had built up on her sister's plug throughout the day, but she was having a hard time with the task, with all the undignified moaning she was emitting. Cora spent a few minutes devouring her favorite pussy in the world before moving her free hand down to the ebony disk parting her sister's lovely ass cheeks. Although Cora normally referred to Emily's backside as 'bony' out loud, she actually found it to be quite attractive. Grabbing a hold of the base, she began to firmly pull it outward. She encountered only moderate resistance as the three inch diameter of the plug's base quickly grew to the three and a half inch wide mass of the toy's main body. Emily's low moaning and hip gyrations were only momentarily interrupted by a quick intake of breath as the increased thickness stretched her tenderized back hole wider than it wanted to be. But just as Cora's own hole had learned well the day's lesson on appropriate size, Cora found Emily's nether hole to be an equally adept student in forced dilation. Nine slow inches later, and with minimal fuss, a wet slurping noise that matched Cora's earlier one announced the plug sliding free of Emily's now gaping anus. Cora paused a moment in her snack of teenage snatch to admire the three inch dark pink cave that had magically appeared between her sister's wonderfully toned ass cheeks. She could see the well-trained muscles of her sister's sphincter trying to close the wet hole, but the attempt was less than futile. Just as Cora's own distended bottom opening was still gaping wide -- and she could feel air passing into and out of her colon with each breath she took -- Emily's ass would remain a wide open fissure for hours before it returned to its smallest unused state. Although, while Cora's own normal gape was a respectable inch and a half, Emily's anus at rest barely gaped an inch or so. For a member of the Wilder household, that lack of sustained anal dilation should have embarrassed her younger sister no end. As it was, Emily seemed to be content with her lack of anal self control. Cora would never understand some portions of her sister's psyche. The older sister could have sat there and just stared at that beautify glistening pussy and gaping ass for hours, but she didn't want Emily to lose her focus and decide against, with actual sincerity, some sisterly after school fun. With only the slightest hint of regret, she returned her tongue's attention to her sister's front fuck port while returning the thick plug to its rightful place up her back one. Emily both grunted and gasped at the combined sexual assaults on her non-resisting holes. Which assault elicited the grunt and which the gasp, neither sister much cared. With only minimal resistance, the thick butt stretcher slid back into its young, rectal sheath. Once at the halfway point, Cora stopped and began to twist and turn the latex toy this way and that in Emily's distended anus; reinforcing today's hard learned lesson in the proper shape a young woman's asshole should always take. Not moving the butt plug more than a few inches in either direction, Cora continued to manipulate her sister's tender sphincter with the plug in her free hand while her lips and tongue had their way with Emily's spasming pussy. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 03 Emily continued to moan in pleasure from today's episode of forceful cunt lapping; not that she minded it in the slightest, as she regularly endured this from her older sister. Her moaning was only occasionally broken by a soft squeak or a slight intake of breath as the randomly moving plug found a new and interesting way to stretch the pliable ring of muscle between her parted ass cheeks. She soon felt her combined anal and vaginal orgasm approaching quickly, and its approach heralded the disappearance of any possibility she had of summoning the internal fortitude to stop her sister from doing anything she wanted to her willing, hormone filled body. With a final moan of acceptance of her sealed fate, Emily gave up what little resistance she had left and awaited the coming of the waves of orgasm that were already tickling the tips of her toes high above her head. Cora felt the tightening of Emily's pussy around her tongue as it sought out the depths of her sister's delicious hole, and knew what was coming. Not slowing down in her manipulations to her sister's squishy cunt and now sloppy ass, Cora expertly pushed her sister right up to the edge of orgasm, and then smiled to herself as she deliberately pushed her younger sibling right off the edge into screaming, convulsing oblivion. Getting another woman to orgasm hard enough to the point of almost blacking out was something any good sister -- or mother, or aunt, or daughter, etc. -- should know how to do. And Cora was an established expert at pushing Emily's buttons. Riding her sister's jerking cunt while maintaining orgasm inducing suction was a difficult task. Even though Cora had long since mastered the task of riding out Emily's convulsions, it still took all her concentration to achieve it. So much so that she had to stop the twisting and turning of the butt plug in order to do so. She simply buried the thick latex monster up to the hilt in her younger sister's ass and grabbed onto the base to gain an extra hand hold on Emily's spasming hips. Cora's effort was not without reward as Emily's powerful orgasm lasted over a full minute before her back collapsed onto the bed. Afterwards, Emily just lay there breathing hard and whimpering softly in defeat. Releasing her oral death grip lock with Emily's now thoroughly drenched pussy, Cora stood up licking the residual wetness from her lips. "God! I can't believe how good she tastes!" she proclaimed to herself. Pushing the blue jean-encased ankles of Emily's legs farther forward and down, Cora let go and was amused to note that Emily just held them in that position as she tried to recover from her mind blowing orgasm. It was a recovery that both sisters knew full well would never take place. Reaching under Emily's bed, Cora retrieved the younger woman's masturbation kit. Upon sliding out the heavy container and opening it up, she retrieved her favorite dildo harness and wrapped it around her slender waits and snapped it on over the cheerleader skirt she still wore. As expected, the harness was already adjusted perfectly to her hips; after all, Cora used the dildo harness from Emily's kit more often than anyone else did. She knew that Emily was currently dilated enough for a three and a half inch wide toy by virtue of the one that had already spent the entire day stretching the unwilling nether hole. Feeling particularly horny herself, she was in no mood to waste time stretching her sister out to accommodate a still larger plug up her already sore bottom. Coming to this decision quickly, she selected a fourteen inch long, three and a half inch wide, realistically veined dildo and snapped its magnetic locks onto the front of the dildo harness. Standing up, she paused to admire herself in the room's full length mirror. She would have been an image straight out of a futanari manga: a hot cheerleader with a massive ebony cock protruding from her miniskirt adorned hips. She stroked her faux-cock a few times and made wet kissing motions towards the mirror for added effect, before returning her attention to her still compliant younger sister. Moving back over to the bed with her reclining, panting sister, she noticed her own -- now licked clean and discarded -- bottom trainer lying on the bed next to the exhausted looking young woman. Without a second thought, she bent down to retrieve it. Reaching back behind her she unsnapped the rear strap of the dildo harness and, lining the cleaned plug up with her still gaping rear hole, began to push the four and a quarter inch thick butt stretcher back up her abused rectum. She winced sharply as the dry latex grabbed at her sore ass tissue as it forced its way further into the depths of her perpetually yearning-to-be-filled back hole. Cora eventually had to squat slightly and reach around with both hands to force the plug fully up her tender asshole. She sighed softly as she felt her sphincter wrap itself around the comforting mass of the four inch thick neck of her butt plug once again. Re-snapping the leather strap and securing the harness once more around her waist, Cora thought to herself how much it was going to hurt to pull that unlubed plug back out of her bottom again. It was an eventuality she found that she was actually looking forward to. Positioning herself between the widely spread cheeks of her sister's backside, Cora reached down to remove the fully seated plug up Emily's poor dilapidated asshole. What little resistance there was at the first extraction was gone as the plug slid quickly out of Emily's ass with the familiar wet slurping sound. "Here you go, sis," Cora said as she passed the stained plug down to her sister. "This one needs cleaning too." Emily took the plug which had spent the day up her own ass without question or complaint and began working her tongue down its length; cleaning off both the residual lube and her own stains along the way. Cora smiled to herself as she watched the submissive actions of her younger sister. "All it took to transform Emily into a totally submissive fuck slut was one good orgasm," she commented silently to herself. "Of course, the rest of us Wilder women are that way naturally, so I guess she has more self restraint than the rest of us combined." The yawning chasm between Emily's spread cheeks was now visible again. Cora reached down with her right hand and sank it up to the thumb into Emily's soaked and well lubricated cunt. Rotating it around in the sloshing wetness for a few seconds, she extracted her hand and wiped the homemade girl lube down the length of her fourteen inch bitch tamer. Repeating the process several more times, it wasn't long before the latex horror was glistening with Emily's pussy juices. As Cora knelt down and lined the massive head of the faux-cock up with her sister's slippery back orifice, her mind drifted back to her own first lesson in using pussy juice as lubricant that she'd received from her mother. *** "Now, Cora, let's move on to how a woman gives another woman a proper anal buggering with a strap-on. A girl's own juices make the perfect lubricant for this for many reasons. First of all because it's very slick; notice how wet you are after mommy brought you to a few orgasms with her tongue and mouth when she focused on your hot little cunt? Let's see if we can't get some of that cum out of you for a useful purpose. [...] See? Mommy's whole fist slipped right up to the wrist in your front hole and you barely even cried out in pain! Ah, the wonders of how relaxed a few strong orgasms can make a woman! "After mommy rotates her fist around that tasty slit of yours a few times to make sure that it's fully coated in your juices, mommy can pull it out and wipe it all over her nice, big strap-on. Now quit complaining, young lady! I realize it's a little bigger than the dildo mommy was using on you earlier but it will fit. Mothers just know these things. "Now I just need to get some more of your juices [...] there we go. It went in a lot easier that time. You barely jumped at all! We just need to make sure we have enough pussy juice, and wipe it all over mommy's strap-on again. One more time should do it. [...] I think you're starting to like mommy's fist up that horny young cunt of yours, aren't you. Well, that not something you should get used to. Pussy fisting should only be for very special occasions. A woman's pussy needs to be nice and tight to milk men's penises when they fuck us. You naughty girl! You really are enjoying this too much. Mommy will have to punish you after tonight's lesson. "But that's for later. Now, reach back and spread your cheeks so mommy can line up her strap-on with your loose asshole. [...] See how easy that slipped in? I know mommy's big dick hurts now, baby, but it will feel really good in a few minutes; although mommy doesn't want to upset her baby too much so I'll push the other half in a little more slowly. [...] There! That wasn't so bad. Now you have the whole toy buried to the hilt up your bottom. "Now pay attention to the sensations coming from your stretched back hole as mommy pulls her toy almost all the way out. Feel it slip past your rectal walls and pull your sphincter outwards slightly? It's not causing you much discomfort now since all that slippery pussy juice mommy slathered onto the dildo is still nice and wet. So just lay back and enjoy the nice deep rectal plowing mommy knows her daughters like. [...] "Cora. I know you're getting close to your second anal orgasm, but pay attention to mommy for a minute. Now, mommy's big strap-on has been pounding away at your little asshole at a steady pace for over ten minutes now and you might notice that it's starting to become a little uncomfortable. This is because pussy juice is water based and is being absorbed by the walls of this greedy ass of yours. It's also evaporating offmommy's toy when it's outside of your body. "If you pay attention to the sensations in your ass again as mommy fucks you with her big fake dick, you'll notice that the big dildo is no longer slipping effortlessly past your rectal walls and what was once a slight tug on your sphincter is now a firm pulling. Mommy can actually watch it dragging your sphincter back and forth a few inches into and away from your body. This sensation will only get worse over the next few minutes as the last of your pussy juice is worn away. What's left is really just sweat, waste and what little girl cum is left to lubricate the extended fucking mommy is going to give her daughter's needy bottom. This is really a great way to get that extra stretch out of a woman's ass! [...] "Good girl! That was your most powerful orgasm yet! And we've only been at this for barely fifteen minutes! If you'll pay a little extra attention to your asshole, you'll feel it's totally devoid of lubricant down there now. This is what we want. Yes it is a little harder for mommy to driver her thick toy that deeply into your bottom, but mommy works out so she can keep up this pace for quite a while yet. But for tonight, we'll just go another fifteen minutes or so. Nonsense! This won't kill you. In fact, I think you'll have quite a few more powerful orgasms before I pull out. Daddy used to do this to mommy every night, with much larger toys than what's up your bottom now, just so mommy would have a good night's sleep. Daddy took such good care of mommy's dirty ass! [...] Good girl! We're almost done! Just a few more minutes and my darling daughter should be howling in another deep anal orgasm. Now stop crying and just enjoy this. If you're a good girl and cum really hard for mommy one last time, mommy will let you pick out any one of her toys that you want and you can practice this technique on mommy's ass for the rest of tonight's lesson. "Well, mommy really didn't mean you could use one of her punishment dildos, but I guess mommy forgot to specify; although, a nice thick punishment dildo would feel really good up mommy's hungry ass. It should also make sure Mommy sleeps really well tonight!" *** Cora smiled to herself at the fond memory. She'd actually selected one of her mother's largest punishment plugs and had sawed it in and out of the crying matriarch's sore and orgasming asshole for almost a full hour and a half before the older woman passed out from sheer exhaustion, and a sustained and continuous anal orgasm that had lasted nearly forty minutes. Cora, ever the good and loyal daughter, had retrieved one of her mother's dildo straps and secured the punishment plug deep in her mother's bowels to make sure that it wouldn't slip out during the night. She'd then covered her snoring mother up to sleep it off. Laura had slept until late the next afternoon and had woken up in a very good mood indeed. Such a good mood in fact, that she never did punish Cora for enjoying the pussy fisting too much. She did always believe in treating her daughters fairly and evenly. "Please," Emily moaned, snapping Cora back to the present from her reminiscing. "Please use some real lube on it this time, Cora," Emily pleaded as the head of the wide faux-dick slipped past her stretched out anus. "Every day after school you ask me the same thing and every day I give you the same answer," Cora replied. "'If I start going easy on you today, you'll just expect it tomorrow,'" Cora quoted for the umpteenth time as she pushed another few inches of the thick anal pacifier into her sister's unresisting backside. "Yes, but I'm really sore back there today," Emily argued as she grunted in discomfort at the pulling sensation along her rectum as the latex prick slid home another few inches. "And I don't usually get ass fucked with something this large!" "Well, I'm really horny today," Cora replied firmly, allowing yet another few inches of veined dildo to slide into her complaining sibling. "And it's nothing bigger than what you've already had up your ass today. So, if you think about it, I'm actually being pretty gentle with you. I could have picked out an even larger fake cock for your hungry ass to swallow. Actually, if you really want me to use your bottom the way it ought to be used, I probably should." Cora stopped the latex torpedo's forward progress and started to pull back out a fraction of an inch. "No!" Emily cried reaching back with her hands to stop Cora's retreating hips; the half clean plug she'd been sucking on fell from her lips and onto her chest and finally came to a rest between her boobs, which were still covered by her yellow t-shirt. "This one's fine." Then after a moment, "And thank you for being so gentle with me. I really appreciate it." Emily continued earnestly. "It's no problem, baby sis," Cora replied as she resumed her inward momentum. "After all, I'm really doing this all for you, ya know," she lied. "Now why don't you reach back and spread those boney butt cheeks of yours so I can really get a good rhythm going when I start fucking that tiny asshole of yours," she commanded. Emily complied instantly; her mind too full of endorphins to do anything else, really. The last few inches of insertion were the most fun; for Cora at least. She could clearly see the progress of the thick latex dick as it made its way though Emily's rectal track. Since Emily's shirt had been pushed up to just under her breasts during the thrashing orgasm, and the outline of the imposing toy was clearly visible on the reclining woman's toned abdomen. Finally, the base of the latex slab came to rest between Emily's firm butt cheeks; signifying a full fourteen inches of thick cock buried up the small teenager's passively accepting nether hole. Cora reached forward and grabbed a hold of the denim restrained ankles of her younger sister and, bending down slightly, brought them over her head and secured the ankles and almost-off blue jeans around her neck. Emily's legs now safely held in position, Cora stood up; the motion bringing Emily's hips clear off the bed with her. The geometry of the action pulled their hips momentarily away from each other a few inches before Emily's shoulders slid down the bed and her butthole again fully seated itself on the slick fourteen inch dilator buried in that most private of holes. Emily let out a soft groan at the firm packing of her asshole; her hips involuntarily making small circular motions in the air. Cora was fascinated at how this angle let her observe the clear outline of the thick dildo pushing up under her sister's muscular midsection. "Oh," Cora thought to herself. "We're doing it this way more often from now on. This is just way too cool!" This position also allowed her to grab hold of Emily's hips with both hands for extra leverage. With Emily's butt floating about a foot off the bed and most of her weight on her shoulders, the angle was perfect for some truly deep anal buggery -- as their mother liked to call strap-on ass fucking. She adjusted her stance to make sure she had a good footing and prepared herself for the exertion to come. What would eventually become a no-holds-barred backdoor plowing started out slow enough. Cora backed her hips up until the fourteen inch ass reamer came about halfway out of its home before sinking it all the way back in. Emily's butt met Cora's thighs for a split second before they bounced off each other; establishing the initial rhythm. Emily cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as the first stoke was completed and the second began. She tightened her grip on her spread butt cheeks; ensuring -- despite her mental opposition to what was about to happen -- that her sister had clear and unfettered access to her rear fuck port. Again her butt bounced off of Cora's strong thighs and the third stoke was already underway. By the sixth time her bottom bounced off her sister, all Emily could do was moan in pleasure at the warmth emanating from deep in her bowels. The relative gentleness of the initial strokes were slowly replaced by something far more primal as Cora extracted more and more of the thick bitch-tamer with each thrust; the thrusts themselves becoming more and more rapid as the minutes wore on. Cora began to pant from the exertion and Emily was now openly wailing at the sustained anal assault of the merciless fourteen inch monster. They soon settled into a fast and furious butt pounding rhythm that involved about twelve inches of latex being extracted on each quick and powerful thrust of Cora's hips. Emily's butt cheeks rippled again and again at the continuous impacts they had with her sister's thighs. Enough sweat and pussy juice combined at the point of skin contact that each time the thick latex tool bottomed out in Emily's quivering bottom, sharp fleshy slapping sounds began accenting the end of yet another deep gut wrenching thrust. No sooner had they established a steady cadence that Emily had her first powerful anal orgasm. All thoughts of ensuring her sister had an unrestricted path right up her over tenderized asshole thrown aside, Emily let go of her bouncing ass cheeks to rip her t-shirt and bra away from her bouncing perky 32B tits. Once freed, her thumbs and forefingers closed in on her hard pink nipples; crushing and rolling them firmly. Of all the Wilder daughters, it was well know that Emily had inherited their mother's true love of rough nipple play during any kind of sex, and anal sex especially -- even more so than their masochist-to-the-extreme sister, Naomi. With the added pain now pulsing from her aching nipples, Emily's powerful orgasm hit a new peak. Cora rode out her sister's first orgasm without modifying the punishing rhythm they'd already established. Throughout Emily's hard minute long orgasm Cora kept the three and a half inch thick, fourteen inch long, latex dildo slamming into her sister's red and abused butt hole with firm determined strokes. Finally, the orgasm died down, leaving Emily panting and crying softly. "Please, Cora," she moaned. "I don't think my ass can take much more of this today. Can't we stop a little early today?" she pleaded. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 03 "Nonsense, Em'," Cora said, not modifying her tempo in the slightest. "All your pussy juice is just starting to wear off and we're not even half way done. In fact, I'm pretty sure we're might go into overtime tonight!" "Please, Cora," Emily begged. "Not today. I -- oooohh shit! -- don't think my poor butt can take this pounding -- unnngh! -- much longer." Her request for clemency died in a series of 'ooohs' and 'uunghs' as her next anal orgasm approached her with uncaring determination. "Just listen to yourself, Emily," Cora panted in between the powerful thrusts of the latex monster plowing into her sister's rectum. "You're laying there begging me to stop while you're next orgasm is almost here, and you're about to twist those nipples off if you're not careful. Do you really want me to stop or are you going to be a good girl and actually listen to what your body is telling you? Just let me give this thankless asshole of yours the workout it obviously needs." "Please, Cora," Emily moaned softly; no longer in firm protest. "P... l... ease... Oh... God!" was all she got out before her second deep anal cum took control of her body once again. This one lasted longer than the first by a full half minute. By the time it subsided, the thick latex dildo slamming into Emily's nether hole was almost devoid of its original 'Emily Brand' lubricant. It was plowing, with only medium resistance, into the moaning girl's abused back crevice by the sheer force of will of her dominant sister. With the pain and pleasure emanating from her stretched and battered asshole, added to the sensations coming out of her self-abused nipples, Emily was already well onto her way to her next strong orgasm. The most fervent protest she was able to summon to the brutal fucking her sister was giving her were only the pitiful moans of a steadily orgasming teenager. These same pitiful moans of protest were interpreted by Cora as moans of pleasure and encouragement. If anything, the force of the strap-on fucking only intensified as a result. In the end, Cora and Emily's endorphin-filled body outvoted Emily's brain by a vote of two to one; the fucking would continue unabated! *** After almost forty-five minutes of non-stop, brutal anal corn-holing, Cora finally called an end to the buggery; she was worn out and needed to rest. The last ten minutes of the ride featured Cora lying on top of Emily's bent double body; Emily's ankles still secured behind Cora's neck while the two kissed deeply and the fourteen inch latex monster slammed into Emily's unprotected butt with the force of Cora's full weight and energy behind it. In the end, Emily was reduced to a crying, incoherent, orgasming wreck; it was the best and most fulfilling fuck she'd had in recent memory. Cora stood up slowly, bringing her sister's ankles out from behind her head and gently turned Emily sideways to lay her legs down onto the bed. As softly as she could -- without dislodging the thick rubber fuck-stick from her sister's extremely sore and abused nether hole, of course -- Cora adjusted her position so that she was behind her sister and the two were soon spooning and kissing softly in the afterglow of Emily's near continuous anal orgasming; the three and a half inch wide rectal dilator impaling Emily's butt still continued to move in and out of her tenderized bottom, but now at a slow and loving pace. Several minutes of slow and shallow pumping passed as Cora consoled her sister and Emily gradually regained her composure. Cora reached up to wipe a tear out of her younger sister's eyes before sliding her hand down to play with Emily's raw nipples. "Now see. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that," she asked her sister in between the affectionate and reassuring kisses they were sharing. "No, you were right," Emily croaked through a throat that was dry from too much screaming in ecstasy. "Mother keeps telling me to listen to my body, not my head. I really should start listening to her more," she concluded. "Yes, you should. And your big sister too!" Cora added. "Ha! You're less than a year older than I am. And you're in the same grade too. You're hardly in a position to offer me much advice. What makes you think you're qualified," Emily asked playfully. "Because I actually listened to our mother when she taught me I was an anal slut. You just don't seem to want to accept it; despite all the proof to support her claim," Cora stated. "Would a girl who wasn't a complete anal whore be able to cum -- at all -- from a fucking like that? Let alone cum constantly for almost twenty minutes?" Emily wanted to argue but she couldn't. She laid there passively for several heartbeats in her sisters protective arms -- thick latex dildo continuing to slide back and forth between two toned teenage butt cheeks -- before finally admitting, "No. I guess I have been denying the obvious." "Yes you have! Now that you've seen the light, what are you going to do about it?" Cora asked, allowing the leisurely pace her big faux-cock to pick up slightly as it continued to penetrate her sister's overly sore bottom. "Start masturbating correctly for one," Emily stated. Cora only looked confused. "It's a long story," she added. "I'll tell you later. Just promise me one thing." Cora gestured her sister to continue. "Tomorrow when we play after school, stop being gentle with me and go ahead and use the next size dildo. I don't know if my tight little ass can take a prolonged pounding from a latex cock that size, but I think we both agree that it needs to be less tight anyway!" Emily giggled. "You can count on me, 'Em," Cora reassured her sibling as she kissed Emily's puffy red eyes. "So. What would you like to do now that all the mushy stuff is out of the way?" she asked as her hand rested lightly on Emily's hip, drawing the younger woman just a little bit closer to allow the thick latex prick to sink into its moist hole deeper still. "We could grab that three and three quarters inch dildo you just mentioned and you could take another turn on the 'Cora Fuck Express', or you could see to my needs. I seem to recall that only one of us has had a chance to get fucked to 'Cum Heaven' this afternoon." "Oh I definitely think it's my turn to be the top for awhile," Emily confirmed, but still making no move to disengage herself from the rubber ass reamer still doing its work inside her intestines. "And unlike me, you should feel no need to be gentle," Cora said. "I'm fully in tune with my body and I know what it needs. I'm pretty sure my ass can take the next size up for just as long as you took that silly little three and a half incher." "If it can't, it's about to anyway," Emily confirmed with her sister. The two teenagers locked in a passionate kiss that lasted for a few minutes. All the while, Cora continued to slowly stroke the thick veined dildo lovingly in and out of her sister's back hole. Despite the rawness of her asshole, Emily didn't complain one bit. She was actually enjoying herself. *** Almost an hour later and the two sisters were still at it; although Emily was quickly approaching her stamina limit. It was unquestionably more physically exhausting to be a top than it was to be a bottom. For a comparable forty-five minutes, Emily had been remorselessly pounding the massive four and a half inch thick, sixteen inch long rectal destroyer in and out of her favorite sister's spasming butt hole. The copious amount of slick girl juice that Emily had scooped out of Cora's cum filled pussy had long since worn off leaving only unyielding latex to bottom out, again and again, deep inside a defenseless female rectum. To her credit, Cora didn't ask Emily to stop or slow down even once -- she even managed to encourage her younger sister to go harder and faster throughout most of the buggering -- but she had been teary eyed and orgasm ridden before her pussy juice lubricant had finished wearing off. The two teenagers were in the missionary position on Cora's bed. Initially, Cora's legs had been wrapped around her sister's waist, pulling Emily in tight with every thrust of the huge latex prick. But midway through the brutal fucking, Cora just couldn't keep her legs up anymore, despite her desire to see the buggering out till the sore and gaping end. Wanting to ensure Cora received just as thorough and fulfilling a reaming out as she'd received, Emily graciously helped her sister out by pulling Cora's feet up and placing them on top of her shoulders. This allowed Cora to totally relax and enjoy the sensation of the drying four and a half inch monstrosity pounding her poor back door harder than ever. It also lifted her hips upward at the perfect angle for Emily to throw her full strength into her vicious downward thrusting. Cora had gone into continuous multiple orgasm mode soon thereafter. The two siblings had even managed to continue their sloppy kissing and necking all throughout most of the brutal ass fucking. The passionate making out was only interrupted when Emily had to pant for breath or Cora had to scream in orgasm. Although, for the last ten or fifteen minutes, there was a lot more time spent on the various interruptions from both young women than the actual kissing. Finally, with an epic thrust, Emily bottomed out in her incoherent sister's abused nether hole one last time. Cora screamed out loud in one final mind blowing orgasm to match before returning to her state of mindless, endorphin driven euphoria. While kissing her sister's pleasure and pain contorted face, Emily unbuckled the dildo harness from around her waist and rolled off of Cora to lie side by side with her out-of-it sister. Without Emily's support, Cora's legs simply fell heavily back to the mattress. Emily was also considerate enough to leave the massive faux-cock buried to the hilt up Cora's backside. Both young women were so preoccupied with trying to catch their breaths that they were completely oblivious to their surroundings. "Now that's what a mother likes to see when she gets home!" Laura exclaimed from the open doorway to the teenagers' bedroom. "Her daughters playing nicely with each other and getting along so swimmingly!" Her smile was beaming with approval as she walked into the room. The 46 year old mom wore a beautiful deep blue dress that offset her dark red hair perfectly as it spilled across her shoulders and down her back. The dress was made with a conservative hemline that ended just past her knees; albeit with an equally not conservative neckline that plunged down so far that just a hint of bottom cleavage peaked out from where the fabric finally joined back together. Her ample bosoms were otherwise pressed firmly together and upwards to amplify every glorious square inch of her substantial assets. Obviously, the dress was not meant to be worn with a bra and was designed with all the necessary support for her massive 34FF rack built right into the stitching. The article of clothing was a masterpiece of the tailor's art and the amount of cleavage that was displayed as a result was simply mouthwatering. Cora and Emily were too startled and out of breath to reply, as the realization that their daily anal shenanigans had been observed for an unknown length of time. Neither was embarrassed, of course; only shocked at the unexpected intrusion. After all, such behavior was heartily encouraged in the Wilder home. "I heard the screaming and the moaning all the way in the kitchen and I just had to make sure it was coming from two real throats and not just a nice family themed movie," Lara continued. "Oh! And I brought a guest with me," Laura gestured to the buxom redhead entering the bedroom behind her. "Amanda is in town for the annual 'Women's Health Fair and Expo' to run some workshops featuring her company's products. She was originally just going to stay in a hotel next to the convention center but I convinced her to come home for at least one night, so here she is!" Amanda stepped out from behind her mother to look down on her two sweaty and panting kid sisters. The 28 year old business woman and engineer worn an expensively tailored charcoal black business skirt and suit designed to accentuate her ample curves and large 36DD chest. While not as massive as her mother's assets, the cut of her clothing showed them off superbly. Amanda wasn't displaying anywhere near the amount of cleavage as her desirably dressed mother, but the distinctive swell of tit flesh that peaked out the top of her white blouse testified to the strength and design of her undergarments. And despite being mostly covered by her suit jacket, her breasts obviously intended to be on full display. Just as Emily and Laura had similar red hair, Amanda also had dark red locks which she worn in a tight bun at the base of her head. "Hey, Cora! Hey, Emily!" Amanda exclaimed with equal enthusiasm as their mother. "I'm glad you two have been getting along so well! And I haven't seen such worked over assholes in quite a while!" she added approvingly, nodding towards the thick anal intruder still sticking out from between Cora's butt cheeks and the hint of the gaping cavern between Emily's. "Well, at least not since last month when Todd posted some before and after images of my own asshole on our corporate website to promote the prototype of one of our new proof of concepts to potential investors," she added. "I was sore for two weeks afterwards. Of course, I would have healed a lot faster if Todd could manage to keep things out of my ass for more than a single day, but boys will be boys I guess!" she finished happily. "Yes they will," their mother added. "No matter how sore I thought I was, your father always managed to show me that I wasn't all that sore after all." Turning to Amanda, "I'm glad to hear that Todd doesn't take a woman's word for it when we might complain that we're too tired or too sore for him to play with our beautiful butts; especially one like yours. I knew I liked him the moment I met him!" she said happily. "Some men can get a little lethargic with their women's anal needs as a marriage gets on in years. Be sure to thank him for taking care of my little girl for me when you see him next." "Oh I will," Amanda assured her. "Of course, I honestly don't think that's a problem with most couples these days. If it was, Todd and I would be out of business tomorrow!" she concluded laughing. Laura joined her in her mirth. "How long have you been watching us play?" stammered Emily when she saw her chance to enter the conversation. She had recovered enough to get that much in edgewise. Cora was still a few minutes away from forming a coherent sentence. "Oh, more than long enough to be very proud of my two youngest daughters for taking care of each other's needs so thoroughly," Laura replied as she leaned over the bed to give Cora a big wet kiss. The kiss lingered for some seconds while Laura's fingers sought the orgasmed-out slit between Cora's legs and reached deeply inside. Breaking the kiss, she brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked them quickly clean before bending farther over the bed to repeat her motherly greeting with her youngest daughter. Both girls grunted softly at the intrusion into their overly sensitive front holes but made no attempt to impede their mother's actions. Breaking the kiss with Emily, Laura stood up and smoothed her business skirt. Turning back towards Amanda, "be sure to taste Emily while you're here tonight. She really has come to be quite delicious," Laura said offering her Emily-soaked fingers to her oldest daughter. Amanda sucked them into her mouth greedily. "I don't know what she eats to be so sweet, but she needs to continue." "You're right! No wonder you're always telling me Cora can't get enough of that," Amanda concluded licking cum residue from her lips. "I'll have to let Todd know. He might find a way to get out here to visit more often if he knew the truth!" she giggled. "He just might," Laura agreed. Turning towards the door, "Now if you girls don't mind, I need to go to the bathroom and give myself a nice hot enema and then slip out of my work clothes. I'll let you two get caught up with Amanda while I'm gone. Keep in mind that dinner is still at 7:00." And with that, the buxom and insatiable mother of five ravenous anal whores left the room. All three sets of eyes locked onto the swaying butt under the tight blue dress as she left the room. They all hoped they still had such an amazing ass when they where their mother's age. Amanda watched her mother go and then turned her attention back to the two younger women. As she walked over to the closest night stand to retrieve a bottle of all purpose lubricant, she unbuttoned her suit jacket and threw it across Emily's unused bed. Underneath, she wore a full bodied leather corset that went from her pelvic bone at the bottom up to a set of quarter cups at the top. These were designed to push her already impressive rack up and out even more; which in turn were the source of the top swell of mammary that was visible while her jacket was on. Her obviously braless breasts and large hard nipples at their zenith were poking through her silk blouse yearning to be free. "Alright girls, now you've got me all curious, so you know the drill: Scoot back to the edge of the bad and then knees to boobs," Amanda told her two kid sisters as she spread lubricant on her hands and wrists. Cora and Emily complied without protest. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed she continued, "Get those cheeks of yours spread wide and let an expert take a look at your handiwork. As well fucked as you think these young back holes of yours are, I doubt they're completely fucked out for tonight," Amanda said as she extracted sixteen inches of thick latex from one of her sister's cavernous bottom. She had expected the thick latex tool to slide smoothly out of the teenager's backside and was surprised to feel the amount of resistance she met. The massive dildo had hardly any lubrication on it at all! Amanda took a moment more to familiarize herself with the two impressive gapes before her: Emily's a little bigger than three inches across and Cora's a little wider than four. Both cavernous gapes were formed by the inner edges of two puffy red, and obviously extremely sore, anal sphincters. "My, you two HAVE been busy! But don't you two believe in proper lubrication?" she asked seriously. "We just used the juice from our pussies like mom taught us to," responded Cora as she looked past her knees at her older sister. "Yea," chimed in Emily, her head peaking around her knees as well. "It's how we always do it. Didn't mom show you how to properly bugger another woman with cunt lube when you still lived here?" "Of course she did, sillies!" Amanda said. "Although I think I was closer to twenty before we got to that portion of my training. I'm just surprised she already taught you two something so advanced; and that you've become so experienced with the technique already. "I don't know if mom told you this or not, but it's actually the way she prefers to relax before she goes to sleep. I actually spent most nights while I was in college helping dad get mom ready for bed. He would have her lay on her back and have me straddle her face and hold her legs up and away. While mom ate my asshole, he would select one of the largest dildos I'd seen up to that point in time, put just enough of mom's girl cum on it to let it slip in, and then pound it up her ass until she started cumming; and then he'd keep it up until she was ready to pass out." "Mom did mention that dad used to put her to sleep that way when he was still around. But didn't you ever cum yourself from having mom eat your ass," Emily inquired. "I know when she eats mine, I don't last very long." "Of course I did; all the time. Mom has a very talented tongue. I just wasn't allowed to let go of mom's legs," Amanda replied. "Dad always called it 'prepping the next hole'." A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 03 Both Cora and Emily smiled. Cora finally asked, "Why did he call it that." Although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. "Because as soon as we'd tucked mom in, he'd take me back to my room and lay me over his lap and spend half an hour or so making sure I was relaxed and ready for bed too. He wanted to make sure I had enough cunt juice built up to lubricate what he called 'a sufficiently large dildo for the task'. It was usually pretty close to the maximum size that mom had worked my asshole up to at that point; which by my early twenties was quite a bit bigger than what looks like your two holes have been playing with this afternoon! Dad always went out of his way to make sure his wife's and his daughters' butts were well cared for. I still miss him." Amanda's sudden melancholy surprised her. "Yea, we do too," responded Emily reassuringly. "But we still have each other, and you still have Todd." "True," replied Amanda brightening up once again at the happier thoughts of her close and loving family. "And dad did make sure that Todd knew exactly how to ensure his new wife needed to be relaxed for bed, so it's not like my bottom is ever neglected. If anything, Todd is even more concerned with my emotional and anal well being than dad ever was; he is such a good catch! Too bad he doesn't have any brothers. "But enough talking about how well cared for my nether hole is," Amanda continued. "Right now I'm more concerned about the two gaping assholes my kid sisters seemed to have created for themselves. I don't know how much you know about the subject, but there really are very few limits to the amount of attention the female asshole is capable of enduring. And even fewer when the assholes in question are as young and flexible as yours are. "So just trust me. "I'm an engineer." Minutes later, the stereo sound of soft moans and muffled cries escaping two eighteen year old pairs of lips was drifting down the hall. It was accompanied by the unmistakable sound of an experienced anal veteran plying her hard learned craft on two very sloppy teenage assholes. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 04 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Déjà Vu, Part I Just down the hall inside the Wilder home's large central bathroom, Laura was admiring herself in the mirror that took up one entire wall of the huge room. For forty-six, she looked amazing and not a day over what twenty-nine would have looked like just fifty years before; a testament to modern genome anti-aging treatments. She had another decade to look forward to before she could expect her magnificent breasts to start showing significant signs of sagging; despite their amazing 34FF cup size. The bathroom itself was pretty average for modern upper middle class suburban construction. The spacious room was designed to accommodate several people simultaneously. The wall Laura was standing at consisted of nothing but an expansive wall to wall and ceiling to floor mirror that helped to give the impression that the room was even larger than it actually was. Against another wall there were three pairs of commodes and bidets; each separated by less than a foot. This close positioning allowed the persons occupying adjacent fixtures to 'assist' each other as necessary. Each bidet also came equipped with the necessary faucets to attach enema equipment of various types and purposes. Across from the plumbing fixtures was the bathing area. This was separated from the main bathroom by a glass wall to trap heat and steam for the comfort of the bathers. The bathing area contained three large detachable shower heads. Sunk into the floor and extending out into the middle of the area was a large whirlpool tub big enough for four people comfortably; six people if the occupants didn't mind being crowded. The last wall of the bathroom contained one long counter with four recessed extra large sinks and matching oval mirrors. Under the counter were cabinets containing all manner of things: personal hygiene items, towels, robes, enema equipment, medications, hair and beauty products, and even a few light bondage items like hand cuffs, ball gags and general purpose leather and rubber straps. The enema equipment included your standard fair of plugs, bags, injectors, lubricant, hoses, speculums, wands, etc. It was nothing out of the ordinary for a modern family and almost everything could be picked up in the pharmacy department of a local supermarket. Bringing her attention back to the sexy woman staring out from the mirror in front of her, Laura tested the perkiness of her reflection's boobs by cupping them with her hands and pushing them up before allowing them to drop a few times. She nodding in satisfaction to herself at the pleasing swell of top boob and cleavage this created. Reaching behind her shoulders, she found the zipper to her expensively tailored dress at the base of her neck and began unzipping the back slowly. As the garment lost its tautness, her ample chest began to reveal itself gradually to her lust filled eyes. She watched with anticipation as the zipper reached the bottom of its track at the small of her back and all that was holding the soft fabric to her fantastic breasts were the dress's sleeves; and as she brought her shoulders forward, even those gave way to gravity's irresistible calling. Her breath caught as the dress finally slipped away and her proud tits swung free of their confinement for the first time since that morning. Instinctively, her hands wandered up to those two lovely orbs to caress and fondle them as she watched her reflection's response intently. Laura was interrupted by the pleasant sounds that had suddenly started drifting down the hall and into her private sanctuary. It was obvious to the mother of five that her two youngest daughters were most likely being sodomized by her oldest daughter with what she assumed were Amanda's pair of expert fists. God only knew how many lucky women had been reduced to quivering orgasmed-out wrecks with their butts on the receiving end of Amanda's large – for a woman – and very strong hands. Certainly a lot more than Laura knew about; and she knew about quite a few. Laura could personally attest to the skill and determination of her oldest protégé's skills with her fists. After all, she had taught Amanda everything she knew on the subject of deep anal penetration of a woman's posterior using nothing but the only suitable tools for the task evolution had given women. Laura's fingernails slid down the inside of her breasts as her mind peered inward and she reminisced on times past. Goosebumps rose across her skin in response to the gentle touch and her nipples hardened instantly. The act of fisting had always been a favorite of Amanda's; both giving and receiving. At least twice a week – while Amanda was still in college – during her nightly training sessions, they would take turns fisting each other's ever-expanding assholes till the other exploded in orgasm after orgasm. Some of Laura's most cherished memories of her oldest daughter were while admiring the look of total concentration on her young face – as viewed from between Laura's widely spread legs – as the younger woman drove her fist as hard and as fast as possible into her mother's anus again and again and again. Amanda's favorite technique was to make a fist and pull completely out before punching straight back into her mother's always well dilated hole. Amanda had needed constant pointers and tips as to the best way to get an arm as deeply into a woman's rectum as possible. Depths well past the elbow were common place and expected. If Amanda was having an off night and not pushing deep enough into her frustrated mother to get her to cum nice and hard the way she needed to, a refresher course was always given by her father. Dave was determined to make sure his oldest daughter knew how to deeply and properly fist fuck a woman's ass. Amanda's punishment would fit the crime. She was forced to sit on her mother's face and watch on enviously as her father pounded his fist into her mother's gaping asshole, all the way up to his elbow, for at least ten or fifteen minutes. Laura would apologize fervently for her failure – as a teacher and as a mother – to her oldest daughter during these prolonged refresher courses. Either by greedily feasting on the sloppy young anus above her face or by pulling her daughter's hips backwards slightly to dig her tongue into her daughter's gushing cunt and freeing up the younger woman's asshole for a shallow anal fisting to help console her during her punishment time. Amanda always thanked her mother by cumming all over her face at least two or three times. Naturally, a fisting of this caliber always caused Laura to cum quite a few times herself. After all, this was one of the ways she and Dave played together when they were alone anyways. Of course, they had many other fun games that were common for married couples to engage in as well; almost all of which usually left Laura's poor and battered sphincter remarkably sore the next day. "There! Now that you've seen how to do it properly," Dave would always say as he wiped sweat from his brow, "Do it again! And deeper this time!" After he'd finished giving his wife enough bicep motivated anal orgasms, it was usually very easy for Amanda to get her arm in just as deeply as her father; what with the smaller tools she had to work with. Dave had very big and powerful arms and hands. Laura had always loved being fisted by Dave. It was one of the reasons she fell in love with him in the first place. Of course, Amanda always came faster and harder than even Laura did when it was time to change positions and Laura took charge of her daughter's anal pleasure using the exact same technique. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her daughter's delicate rectum as she punched her fist into the gaping chasm between her Amanda's butt cheeks. This gave her enough time to recover from her own anal orgasms. Soon enough, it would be time to switch places and Laura could be a bottom once again. Amanda did need a lot of practice after all. This weekly training regime had remained fairly consistent until the young woman turned twenty-two and Laura introduced her to double anal fisting for her birthday. After that, the frequency of anal fisting during their daily sessions became closer to three times a week. Amanda soon became an expert at sinking both fists up her mother's protesting back portal until she felt the older woman's sphincter trying to swallow her elbows. At that point she'd alternate driving her arms in and out of her mother's poor ass – elbow to wrist and back again – as forcefully as she could. Laura had never been able to take more than ten minutes of such a brutal attack on even her well trained ass before the sensations became far more painful than pleasant. Dave, who was very aware of Laura's limits, never allowed Amanda to stop until at least twenty minutes had passed during each session; no matter how tired or exhausted his straining daughter might become. Laura never experienced such mind blowing orgasms as she'd always had towards the end of the twenty minute mark. Amanda had always given her mother a few good minutes extra; just to prove she could, and Laura was proud for her daughter's extra determination in her lessons. Of course, after Laura recovered, it would be Amanda's turn to lay back and spread her cheeks so her mother could sink her arms into the sloppy hole that years of dedicated and strenuous training had transformed her once tight anus into. Amanda would always confide in her mother, as they cuddled afterwards in their mutual post-orgasm afterglow, that the double fisting usually became almost unbearable after only a few short minutes. She would then thank Laura with deep and passionate kisses for always going the fully allotted twenty minutes before stopping because her orgasms towards the end were amazing. Like mother like daughter. Laura's mind returned to the present as she stood in her family's spacious bathroom. Not to her surprise, she discovered that while she'd been far away in the past, her fingers in the present had found the hard nipples atop her glorious breasts. Her fingers and thumbs had obviously been very busy pinching and rolling her sensitive nubs; she could tell by the angry red coloration they were developing from the absent minded abuse. The pleasant dull and painful ache she was feeling from the tips of her tits confirmed it. Now that she was conscious of her mischievous hands transgressions against her defenseless breasts, she really allowed the tenderized nubs to have it as she dug her index fingers and thumbs deep into the base of each areola and squeezed as hard as she could. Her knees went weak with the pain in her mammaries and her pussy started to melt. Amanda slowly tilted her head from side to side and relished in the warm sensations flooding into her needy cunt as she began to roll her flattened nipples brutally without releasing any pressure. God, she was such a pain slut when it came to her nipples. She'd been very surprised when most of her daughters hadn't grown to share in that trait. Thankfully, her youngest, Emily, showed just as much of an appreciation in painful nipple play as her mother did. It was one of their shared interested in which they bonded over. They could spend hours chatting over the pros and cons of each piece of Laura's expansive nipple clamp collection; trying them on as they went. Speaking of clamps, her fingers were starting to tire but her poor breasts were just getting into the pain being inflicted on them; and she needed her hands free anyway. Moving over to the bathroom counter, she regretfully released her angry red nipples and was briefly rewarded with a fresh flash of pain as blood returned to the crushed tips. "Let's see," Laura mumbled to herself as she opened the small jewelry cabinet on the counter which contained most of her favorite nipple clamps. "Nope. Nope. Not strong enough. Nope. I never liked the color of these against my nipples; why do I still keep this pair?" she continued shifting though her collection. "Not these. Huh, I wonder where this one's mate got to... Nope. Not that pair, those actually draw blood and I'm not feeling like that flavor of pain tonight. Nope... Ah! Here we go. A nice strong pair of bar clamps with constriction screws, perfect!" Laura's nipples were already hard to the point of bursting; perfect for clamp application. Seating the first clamp at the base of her right nipple, she began to turn the screws which brought the two bars steadily together. She felt the bite as the unyielding bars started squeezing yielding nipple flesh; she kept screwing down. She knew she had the right amount of tension when she doubled over briefly in pain. Standing up, she gazed at herself in the mirror and was pleased to see misting at the corner of her eyes. "Perfect," she said as she reached for the second clamp. A minute later and a wincing and softly sniffing Laura admired her crushed nipples in the mirror. "Perfect," she repeated as she allowed her fingers to dip down to her completely drenched snatch. Only allowing two fingers of her right hand to enter her gooey cunt, she stroked them in and out a few times before extracting them and bringing them to her lips. The scent and taste was intoxicating as her mouth closed around the fingers and began sucking gently. She returned to the mirror-wall to admire herself as she transferred more and more sweet pussy juice from her overflowing slit to her greedy mouth. She always loved the taste of herself the best after a long day at work. The image that greeted Laura in the mirror was breathtakingly hot. Her dress had concealed a full boned deep imperial purple leather corset that she wore to flatten and smooth her already muscular stomach. The corset actually had no breast cups at all which allowed her huge rack to sway incitingly from side to side - nipple clamps catching the reflection of the overhead recessed lighting - as her hands moved from her pussy to her mouth and back again. The deep purple of the hard and constricting garment contrasted provocatively with the pale white of her milky breasts and the dark red of her flowing hair. Below the bottom edge of the expensive lingerie appeared her sopping wet pussy; still being penetrated by two of her questing fingers. Her shaved bare front hole was in turn framed by the black silk stockings and black satin garters holding them up. Peaking out just below her wet pussy lips could be seen just a shadow of a large black mass. She was a serious piece of fuck meat if she's ever seen one; and she had seen many, many of them! Too bad Dave wasn't here to take her. She needed to be taken. And hard! Even though the tightly closed corset shaped her already hot figure to the point of spontaneous libido combustibility, she actually wore it for a very functional purpose. Without the strong boned corset, her abdomen would have bulged outward obscenely with the shape of the gigantic five and a half inch diameter, eighteen inch long plug that she'd inserted before leaving for work that morning. The same toy was still deeply packed into her straining rectum. She'd decided to wear a dilator plug this morning instead of a normal butt plug. The chief benefit of a dilator plug over a more traditional butt plug was that it had no neck for her painfully distended anus to find temporary relief by closing itself around. The only part of the plug's shape that deviated from the thick cylindrical tool was the large circular flange at its base. This ensured that the plug was not accidentally swallowed whole by the very ass that it was supposed to be training. The design allowed for the maximum strain to be placed on the entire length and depth of her expertly trained rectal track; from the tortured sphincter between her tones ass cheeks to the deepest darkest depths of her large intestines somewhere around the base of her ribcage. As Laura's thoughts dwelled on the huge plug invading her body, her hips began to slowly gyrate. She allowed herself the pleasure of forcing a third finger into her dark front hole. She gasped and sucked her fingers harder as she considered the advantages to the toy her body was hiding in plain sight. Another aspect to a dilator plug was that since there was no neck for her battered ring of rectal muscle to grip onto, she had to wear a dildo strap to ensure the toy didn't simply fall out of her ass when she stood up. While the thought was humorous, she would simply die of embarrassment should something like that ever happen in public; let alone in her conservative workplace. The dildo strap securing the huge latex rectal violator inside Laura was actually designed into her purpose built corset. It started as two pieces of tough leather from the left and right side of her pelvic bone in the front. These passed on either side of her dripping pussy to join up into a single strip of leather just past her moist hole. This allowed Laura's empty front fuck port to be used freely and without the need for her to undress. It also permitted her to urinate when nature frequently called. Her young secretary Tanya had verified the first feature worked as the designer intended over lunch – to Laura's screaming and writhing pleasure – and the greatly reduced space in her torso for urine storage in her bladder had ensured the nonstop trips to the ladies' room throughout the day. Laura paused in her excited fingering to reposition the straps she'd been considering to allow her easier access, before continuing to stroke her fingers in and out of her steaming gash. Her mind continued to wander onwards as she considered the finer points of her lingerie's engineering. After merging back into a single strand of leather, the dildo strap continued upwards through a metal tab in the base of the massive plug to guarantee that removal was impossible. It was finally secured to a buckle at the base of her spine. This same buckle also secured the constricting laces of the corset itself. Having the same buckle serve two different and necessary functions allowed a single small lock to be placed into it so that, without the key, removal of the corset and plug were virtually impossible. Laura had placed just such a lock in position before smoothing out her dress and leaving that morning. The key still rested where she left it: next to her and Dave's wedding rings on the counter next to the sink. She didn't really need a lock to ensure the horrible plug remained where it was; she had more than enough willpower to leave it in place. Laura just liked the comfortingly submissive feeling of having the decision to remove it out of her hands. The fact that Dave had always locked her daily plugs deep inside her bowels before they left for work was something she deeply missed. While it was true that during today's workday she was just as powerless to end her bottom's persistent torment as she was when Dave was alive, it just somehow wasn't the same. Just making the key's unavailable for a time was no substitute for having someone else in possession of those keys. Someone who may or may not use those keys until they were damn good and ready. Someone whose sadism was just as well developed as Laura's own masochism... A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 04 The only real downside to a dilator plug over a traditional plug was that... well... there honestly wasn't one as far as Laura was concerned. Laura's hips were now gyrating in time to the fingers pounding into her dripping pussy. She was relishing the exquisite sensations coming out of her rectum as the movement of her hips was causing the colossal dong buried between them to shift around inside her compressed torso. Laura paused briefly to add a yet another finger to the three that were already fucking her greedy twat. She bit her lip lightly and groaned as the fourth digit slipped into the welcoming hole to join its fellows. Not wanting to give herself a moment's respite, the four fingers resumed their punishing rhythm into her compressed womanhood. Thoughts of Dave flooded into the moaning and writhing woman in the mirror. The handsomeness. The intelligence. The strong body. The huge cock. The sadistic use of her body. God! She needed to get laid! And not just by her pretty secretary, Tanya. True, sex with the hot, mousey brunette was satisfying. Her endless sea green eyes, perky 34B cup breasts and an ass you could bounce a quarter off never ceased to get Laura's juices flowing. But unlike Laura herself, and most of her daughters, Tanya was a pure bottom. Like their mother, Cora and Amanda could dominate almost as happily as they could submit. If push came to shove though, all three of them were happiest as bottoms: on their backs, ankles touching their ears, hands spreading their butt cheeks wide, and their back holes packed painfully full. Emily was considerably less dominant, but as evidenced by the vicious pounding she had given her poor sister Cora's back door a few minutes ago, she had it in her to be a determined top. Naomi was less dominant still, but had a viciously sadistic streak in her that surfaced occasionally, as confirmed by her unanticipated rape of her mother's rectum earlier that very morning. In a girl as masochistic as she was, incidents like that were going to get her into some serious trouble with the wrong top someday; but she'd probably enjoy the fallout anyway. Okay. So she'll be alright. Mary, on the other hand, was just as much a pure bottom as Tanya. The very idea of them strapping on a nice thick dildo and plowing it into another woman's ass never occurred to them; and why should it? Their proper place in life was to be bent over a strong piece of furniture while being on the receiving end of something stiff, pointy and thick. Luckily for them, pure masochistic bottoms were well received in today's dating pool. Actually, any willing female bottom was a welcomed addition to the dating pool. And all female bottoms were willing! Laura giggled at her own little pun. Bottoms... Butts... Playing with a bottom's bottom was actually how Laura's lunch break ended. After Tanya had eaten her boss out to a few screaming orgasms, and as soon as Laura had recovered, she had been thrown over her boss's desk and had her skirt pulled up over her tight posterior. Situating herself comfortably, Tanya had reached back to pull her butt cheeks wide apart. Laura was amazed as always at her underling's back hole and how it was just as empty and seemingly permanently dilated. That amazing gape had no business being on such a lithe twenty-two year old's body! The spacious cavern was nearly the dimensions of Laura's own; and she'd been having her back hole trained for longer than Tanya had been alive! Like most single young women, Tanya still lived with her parents. Society didn't trust them to properly take care of their own special needs without strict and frequent guidance from their mothers after all. And although Tanya came from a very conservative and proper family, their idea on the proper treatment of a young woman's nether hole different from the cultural norm. Her mother and father had immigrated to the United States from Hungary when she was a young girl and had brought their home country's customs with them. Unlike American women who normally packed their butts full of latex during the workday, it was far more common in Europe for women to just let their assholes gape open. Of course, to ensure a sizable gape was maintained throughout the day, excruciatingly large dilator plugs were commonly worn all night long. And of course, having an appropriate refresher over lunch helped as well. When the eastern European girl had first been employed as Laura's secretary, she'd shyly approached her boss on the morning of her fourth day of employment with a hand written note from her mother. It was in broken English and addressed to Laura: Wilderné Laura, Tanya come home every day with anus so small. It hurt her much when father put Tanya bed at night with largest plug in butt. You help Tanya keep ass big and loose, yes please? Tanya good girl. Today Tanya bring you favorite toy. Kovacsné Bianca P.S. Tanya have good tongue for pussy. Bianca teach all daughters herself. By the time Laura finished reading the short note she was beat red with embarrassment for her employee. Europeans certainly were considerably less shy about these things than Americans were! They always had been a few decades ahead culturally. If she'd ever had to take a similar note to her own boss, she may very well of died of public disgrace where she'd stood! This had begun Laura and Tanya's mid-day fuck sessions. The horny little secretary did what bottoms do best with remarkable ease and grace. And Laura had plowed the petite woman with a five inch thick, fifteen inch long veined faux-cock for half an hour before the lunch hour ended. Tanya was reduced to a quivering, whimpering, orgasmed-out mess; and one thoroughly satisfied girl. After she'd collected her wits about herself, she washed off the thick tool that had mercilessly raped her tight bottom and then returned it to its proper place in Laura's desk drawer to be used tomorrow; right next to Laura's own five and a quarter inch dildo that she frequently used to relieve stress during breaks. Work could be such a pain in her ass sometimes; or was it that the pain in her ass made work bearable. Something like that, Laura was sure. After that, Tanya returned to her desk in the outer office to resume her normal secretarial duties. Laura loved watching her young secretary leave her office. Tanya always made it a point to allow her skirt to ride up far enough to offer Laura an unobstructed view of the totally ruined and wide open hole between her taut ass cheeks; a hole that would never again know what it was like to be closed. Despite being raised with a distinct European culture, at least that part of her upbringing made her every bit the All-American Girl. Mind returning once again to the present, Laura found herself seriously hot now. The forty-six year old mother of five was standing slightly bowlegged to grant herself as much access to her pussy as she could. She was sinking her entire hand up to her thumb into her drenched and burning cunt, causing her clamped tits to bounce up and down on her heaving chest with each impact. This was all her front hole could take actually. With the constricting presence of the corset and the giant latex monster up her backside, there was simply no more room in her torso for her to squeeze her entire hand into her dripping pussy; she'd tried and failed on multiple occasions before. The only reason she could actually get all four fingers inside herself as deep as they were was because she was only wearing a five and a half inch thick plug. If Dave were around to select her daily butt stretcher, she might have been able to get two in fingers; max. Thankfully, Dave, with his far superior strength, could always manage to get his large cock balls deep into her vacant but restricted cunt regardless of the plug size in her back hole. It was always a tight fit; but that was the point! Laura paused briefly in her incessant cunt pounding to bring her fingers up to her gasping mouth to suck off some of the slick liquid that now permeated her hand and fingers. She'd much rather be sucking the girl cum of one of her daughters from those digits, but instead contented herself with her own musty quim juice. Fingers now mostly cleaned off, and not having any alternative at this exact moment, Laura returned the four fingers of her hand she actually could force into herself to her melting slit and continued to allow her mind to wander. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 04 "Now I want each of you to have at least half a dozen orgasms before you're allowed to extract your hands for anything other than re-lubing them, got it?" Amanda asked. It wasn't really a question. "Yes, Amanda," both girls replied in unison to the not-question. "Good. Half a dozen orgasms should bring your endorphin levels back up and help the healing process," Amanda lied. The orgasms wouldn't do a damn thing. But she figured that the amount of time they spent orally bringing each other off was about the right amount of time necessary for the F-24 to start doing its job. And of course, Amanda found the idea of Cora and Emily loudly orgasming in the background while she and her mother played enticing. "Now you girls behave yourselves. I'm going to go check in on mother. She seemed to have gotten all worked up at the sight of you two nymphs. I'm sure she'll need my help in taking the edge off." All three sisters smiled at each other before the eldest turned and walked out of the room and the younger ones turned their attentions to the wet openings in front of their faces. Now that Amanda mentioned it, she needed her own edge taken off as well. Perhaps those two overzealous nit-wits had the right idea, she thought. A little pussy juice on a nice big veined dildo sounds delightfully painful. I hope mom is in the mood to be a top because I'm in the mood to be a very naughty bottom right now, she decided as she headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. She contracted and released her already over packed sphincter as she walked to prepare it for something a lot more fun than just a non-moving plug. If Amanda had her way, her bottom was going to be very sore, very soon. And soon couldn't come soon enough. Maybe if she was lucky, she and her two young sisters could daisy chain while they all applied F-24 to a sore bottom. The thought made her wetter and hornier than she was already. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 05 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to me. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Previously in Déjà Vu, Part I: When last we left our heroines, they were fighting for their lives against the impending Martian Zombie Invasion... Err... I mean ensuring that their anal health was properly looked after. (If I made the incorrect choice of narrative, let me know.) Amanda had come to the realization that she needed to spend more time with her family and Laura had been busying herself with being a very naughty girl. Certainly not the type of role model she should be for her daughters. It's time for Amanda to set her mother back on the straight and narrow! Or, more appropriately, the wide and gaping... Déjà Vu, Part II It had been a close thing and Amanda knew it. One or two more " Can mommy's little girl this" or "Can mommy's little girl that" and Amanda would be picking out the largest heavy grit punishment plug she could physically take and presenting it to her mother to be brutally buggered with instead of the other way around. She couldn't help it. The reaction was almost instinctual. And there was a yearning part of her deep down inside that longed to remove the ball gag from her mother's mouth, fill her own mouth with the red rubber orb and start sifting through the punishment plug collection for something appropriate for an uppity daughter who was presumptuous enough to try and punish her own mother. And she knew Laura would be more than willing to accommodate her request. But she quieted that desperate inner longing. After all, her mother did deserve to be punished. And while Amanda was sure she could invent some dastardly offense to require such punishment of herself, that would have to wait till later. Perhaps a tag-team punishment session with Cora and Emily? Amanda proposed the idea to herself theoretically. Her tautly stretched anal ring spasmed at the very thought of being pounding by a horrendously sized punishment dildo by her two firm-bodied teenage sisters; taking turns so they didn't wear out quickly of course; a tag-team like that could last quite a while, after all. Amanda felt her pussy moisten noticeably at the thought, while her sphincter continued to clench up at the excruciating prospect, but both orifices by now knew the decision had already been made. There would be no Wilder rectums fit for play by the end of this night! But Amanda had to return her attention to the asshole at hand for now. Her own would have to wait its turn. Finally, the massive head of her mother's impressive daily dilator slipped free of its fleshy bonds. The juicy pink hole leading up into her mother's abdomen remained nearly as broad and as deep as the five and a half inch wide, eighteen inch long dilator plug that had just vacated the older woman's posterior. Such gorgeous sights reminded her yet again why extreme female anal dilation was so common in today's day and age. It was just too damn hot to be otherwise! To think of all the millennia of tightly closed and unpenetrated rectums the human race had had to endure before it collectively came to that conclusion often baffled her. What a savage species humans were! Amanda reached past her mother to place the impressive rectal trainer on top of the dresser so that it was out of the way for now. With both hands now free, she slipped her fingers between Laura's toned ass checks - allowing just the tips to slip inside the worn-out hole - and pulled them as widely apart are she could. The huge ass-chasm that greeted her was indeed awe inspiring. Amanda could swear she could see far enough up her mother's bum to observe her diaphragm contracting and releasing as the older woman breathed. The sight of her mother's gaped and ruined anus brought Amanda back to one of her favorite training sessions that she shared with her mother. It was her favorite because it was the first time - certainly not the last - that Todd had joined them. And as obscenely gaped as her mother's rectum was at this very moment, the sloppy bottomless black hole leading into the deep recesses of her body was nothing compared to the dimensions it had achieved by the end of that training session! As Amanda released her mother's desecrated anus - noting that it didn't even try to fully close after her fingers stopped prying it apart - to rummage through the open drawer for a few more pieces of bondage gear, she allowed her memories to replay that night for the thousandth time. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 05 A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 05 "Ah uv oo aiee," was all Laura could utter in response past the large red ball gag that prevented her from forming coherent words. Laura wished she could say the words she wanted to say: 'I love you, baby'. But a ball gag was designed to suppress cries for mercy so that the sadist wasn't distracted from his or her duty by random cries from weepy and pathetic masochists. Silencing words of loving encouragement was an unavoidable consequence of the need to ensure the top's audible comfort and unbroken concentration. Laura was certain that her daughter understood the gist of what she was trying to utter, as a grin spread across her lovely face. All the while, the punishment dildo continued unceasingly into her sore bottom by at least another three inches. "Uuuuuu..." was all Laura managed to vocalize as the impressive latex schlong persisted in its inward trek. She could feel its girth scraping along the sides of her protesting sphincter as it went. Despite the horrible pain growing between her restrained and widely spread buttocks, Laura felt her pussy spasm at the subtly familiar, and long forgotten, sensations emanating from the punishment plug's slow passage up her defenseless colonic tract. This was something she'd grown well accustomed to under Dave's tender care, but had forgotten after his passing. Memories of her lost, but certainly not forgotten, love flooded her heart as the latex monster filled her bottom. The massive faux-dick was barely buried halfway up her previously well trained bottom before Laura had her first mini, pain-induced, orgasm. Laura bucked her severely restrained form and rode the small orgasm out as best she could. The movements weren't much, but they didn't escape the notice of Amanda. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 06 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Wilder Evenings Once again, Cora and Emily are reclining on their beds discussing their days with each other. As would be expected, Cora is dressed in her normal cheerleader's uniform, which consists of a tight halter-top and a short, pleated skirt. The mere sight of the eighteen-year-old's large 34D breasts packed into such a tight top, and her amazingly tight ass, would give any teenager - male or female - wet dreams. On the other side of the room Cora's sister, Emily, is dressed in a formfitting dark blue sweater and light denim shorts. While Emily's unbelievably perky 32B breasts were much smaller than her sister's, on her noticeably more petite frame they actually look very inviting as they strain to break free from the sweater's thin material. As both girls laid back on their beds, their conversation was centered around the slight bulges in their midsections; Cora's tummy was uncovered due to her cheerleader's outfit while Emily had her sweater bunched up under her small tits. "And today was worse than yesterday!" Emily continued in dismay. "I mean look at my tummy!" she said, as she poked at the slightly noticeable outline of the three and a quarter inch wide, twelve inch long dilator plug which their sister Amanda had fitted her with that morning after the family's enemas. "Well, you didn't have to wear that tight sweater after she buckled that thing up that small back door of yours, now did you," Cora responded as she played with the more noticeable bulge of the four and a quarter inch wide, thirteen inch thick dilator plug their older sister had decided to shove up her own asshole. "I'm kind of screwed with this outfit - as I didn't really have a choice - but you could have changed clothes." "Mom said I looked cute in this! And we didn't have the time anyway. We got rushed into the car too quickly after our plug fitting for me to have run back to the room and changed. And besides, Matt said I look sexy as hell in tight sweaters. I need to make sure I keep him interested in me before our first date on Saturday." "Ah... So now it all makes sense! You're just trying to show off to our very own swim team captain!" Cora said teasingly. "You'd better pick up the pace of your training. He's from a very conservative family who believes in proper family values. I doubt his mother would let him date a girl who bitches so much about a silly little three inch anal plug!" "Shut up, slut!" Emily shot back, "And it's three and a quarter inches thick, thank you very much! Besides, I doubt his mother would be validating my anal training on our first date anyway. It's not like we're getting engaged." "I wouldn't be so sure. I have gym with his twin sister, Sybil. You should see the sizes of the plugs her mother fits her with! They're huge!" Cora said as she made a circle with her hands that was at least seven inches across. "She already has to wear waist cinchers just so she doesn't cause a scene anywhere she goes. In the shower after gym, it's easy to see why. "How was gym class with your plug today anyway?" "It was horrible! Mrs. Schneider had us doing jumping jacks and jump rope all period! I swear to god it was less for our physical fitness and more so she could watch our tits bounce for an hour!" Emily said with distaste. "And I almost came half a dozen times because of all the jumping around. It was like this stupid plug was fucking me silly every time I moved!" "Maybe that was her plan too?" Cora wondered. "I've seen Mrs. Schneider work a class of seniors so hard that a few of the girls actually did cum from the workout. How embarrassing would that be? Of course, it was all passed off as being out of breath from the strenuous calisthenics, but people know what it sounds like when a woman cums hard; just spending five minutes on the internet will teach anyone that much!" "Did she get in trouble for embarrassing her students like that?" "I heard she was reprimanded for it, but that's about it." "Well, that's stupid! Steven Miller was expelled just last week for getting his girlfriend off in English class. And the gym teacher goes free with just a warning? How is that fair?" Emily asked angrily. "Dunno. That how it works. I guess if you 'accidently' get a student to cum during gym that's one thing. If you make your girlfriend cum in the back of class because you're fucking her with her own unbuckled butt plug while the teacher's lecturing, that's another. "Stacey is a whore for letting him do it anyway. I mean, come on! In public?! I wonder what her mother said afterwards. I know what our mother would say. "And it wouldn't be anything good!" Cora concluded matter-of-factly. Emily shuddered at the very thought. "She raised us better than that. I'd let Matt play with my plug in a dark theater - maybe - but certainly not in school. That's just horribly uncivilized!" "Well, we were raised properly," Cora agreed. "Speaking of English class," Emily said, changing the subject, "Missy and I were talking before my third period composition and rhetoric class. She told me about the lesson the she got from her mother last night. It actually sounds pretty fun; you interested?" the younger eighteen-year-old asked with hopeful enthusiasm. "Depends," Cora responded hesitantly. "I assume one of us has to play the bottom?" "Well, yeah!" Emily said with her best Valley-Girl impression. "You up for a switch when you're done?" "Of course!" "Then I'm all for it!" Emily giggled. "But you haven't even heard what her lesson was about. How can you be all for it?" "Babe, Missy and I share study hall together; I've heard quite a few stories of what her mother does to her for her training. If what you have in mind is anything like the perverted shit I've heard come out of that girl's mouth, then I'm all for it." "Well, okay then," Emily said as she stood up and began taking her shorts off. "Strip from the waist. We can't very well do anything perverse with your holes protected by your cheerleader's bottoms, now can we?" "Nope," Cora agreed as she began unbuttoning her pleated skirt, "I actually think my holes have been far too protected all day!" Lifting her hips up, Cora wiggled out of the small skirt and then raised her legs straight up to remove them completely. At that point, her legs were intercepted by Emily who finished removing the garment for her. Without letting go, Emily lowered Cora's legs down and sideways; positioning her slightly older sister on her side with her bum pointed straight out. With her sister so positioned, she began unbuckling the strap to the four and a quarter inch dilator plug trapped inside her sister's nether hole. Cora giggled at her sister's unexpected assertiveness. "Nice, Emily. When did you become such a proficient sadist?" "When I'm horny and my sister is looking so hot in her cheerleader's outfit, that's when!" answered Emily. "But I'm usually wearing this and you're always horny, so that doesn't make any sense!" replied Cora as her sister finished unbuckling the large anal violator and began extracting the smooth thirteen inch toy from her pert backside. Cora only moaned at its passage as her own arousal peaked. "Could it have anything to do with your own - very recent - rediscovery of that tiny, barely-fucked-hole you call an asshole?" she said tauntingly. "Why don't you just shut up and put that mouth of yours to work on something useful," Emily demanded as she handed her sister the recently freed - and slightly dirty - plug. Obediently, Cora took the thick tool and began washing its circumference with her tongue. With her sister silenced for now, Emily stopped to admire the gaping hole between her lovely sister's athletic bubble butt. Her mouth salivated at the beautiful sight. Licking her lips, Emily quickly pulled Cora's masturbation kit out from underneath her bed and began rummaging through it for the supplies she'd need. She knew her sister would love what she had in mind. Her own pussy was practically gushing with anticipation. In fact, she was so hot with the scheme of what she had in store for Cora that she hadn't even bothered to remove her shoes or the sizable dilation dildo from her own sore backside. In fact, the only thing that excited her more than the torment that she was about to inflict on her favorite sister was the knowledge that she was next. Or maybe it was the fact that Cora would be the one to do the inflicting. Slightly confused by the blurred distinction, Emily - undeterred - went about her business of preparing the torment that both of them would soon be enduring. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 06 Emily was on her back in the middle of her sister's bed wearing nothing but sneakers and a deep blue sweater that was bunched up below her perky 32B cup breasts. The teenager's wrists were shackled to the bed's far corners. Her legs were pulled backwards and her ankles were cuffed to her wrists. The result was two spread wide and defenseless holes pointing straight up in the air. Her sister, Cora, was exploiting her vulnerability commendably as she drove a very large - for Emily, at least - veined dildo forcefully into the upturned girl's backside. Cora still wore her cheerleading halter-top and white socks as she held the handle of the fake dick with both hands and used all her leverage to pound the tool as deeply into the bowels of her younger sister as she could. The pair usually got home from school over an hour before their mother got there; they normally used the time for sisterly bonding. Laura estimated by Emily's cries of approaching ecstasy, that her pounding hadn't been going on that long. Her assumption was confirmed with one look at Cora's red and puffy ass lips; which were clearly visible between the teen's toned cheeks; obviously, Cora had gone first this evening and the pair had just recently switched places. Laura, still not wanting to disturb her daughters in the middle of their sibling bonding, lingered out of sight for a few minutes to observe her two youngest children play with each other. Only when Emily finally crashed into her first true screaming orgasm did Laura at last turn away and continue on towards the bathroom. She was so grateful Emily and Cora got along as well as they did. They really were good girls. Laura made a mental note to tell them so more often. As she started down the hall, a loud scream of pleasure came from the direction of the bathroom. Laura smiled to herself as she knew instinctively that the scream belonged to her middle daughter, Naomi. Laura had forced enough orgasms out of the lithe masochist to know the cry by heart. Of course, she knew the distinct sounds that all her girls made when they came. A good mother should always know the sounds her children made when they were happy. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 06 Giddy with excitement, she turned and headed for the bathroom once again. Large volume enemas were always the best way to start and end a work day. At least that's what she'd constantly told her girls during their training. Always one to follow her own advice, Laura entered the bathroom ready and willing to participate; that is, just as soon as she could get her daily plug unlocked and removed. Amanda was still in the shower, happily munching away at Naomi's spasming pussy. Well, this won't do at all, Laura thought to herself as she crossed the large bathroom towards her two daughters. Naomi is getting all the attention and Amanda is still fully clothed in her little black dress from the convention. At least they haven't turned the water on; it might get ruined, she added as an afterthought. Laura opened the glass door to the large shower area as happily asked, "Amanda, would you like mother to take over so you can get undressed? We're both in need of soapy enemas too, in case you've forgotten." Looking up from her task, face glistening with Naomi's excretions, she answered, "That sounds like a great idea, mom! Thanks!" She stood up, grunting in slight pain as the five and three eights inch, eighteen inch long butt stretcher secured up her hinny hole shifted uncomfortably. "I've already gotten the little minx off twice. I figure one or two more orgasms and she should actually be full," she added, stepping over to her mother. Once again, the two women's mouths met as their tongues played tag. Amanda's playful fingers quickly found her mother's moist front hole and buried themselves into the sweet wetness. Naomi whined in frustration at her suddenly untended pussy. She was very near her third orgasm after all. Not being able to help herself, she stuck her right index finger into her piss hole and the other three fingers from that hand into her cunt and started to masturbate at the sight of her mother and older sister making out mere feet from where she was standing. Laura merely grunted at the [not unexpected] penetration. The taste of her middle child's vaginal fluids fresh on the lips of her oldest was a fantastic bonus to the passionate kissing. Despite her own horniness, and the pleasurable sensations from her daughter's long fingers as they worked themselves in and out of her moist slit, she broke off the kiss. "Quit getting distracted, baby!" she said sternly. "Now go get undressed and get back in here. And don't forget the key to your mother's corset; women can't get proper enemas while their guts are harshly compressed, now can they?" "You just want to get that horrible thing out of your ass, don't you?" responded Amanda playfully. "Don't worry. I promise that well trained back hole of yours won't stay empty any longer than it absolutely has to," she added as she turned to leave. "Oh! And she just drained her bladder," she said licking her lips, "a few minutes ago, so don't blame her if she doesn't have any hot piss for you to drink. But don't worry, mommy, I've got to piss like a race horse so you'll have something to imbibe while we're filling up." Laura smiled back at her daughter as the younger woman left the shower area. "Thanks, honey. Hurry back!" she said as she knelt before Naomi; and immediately grunted as the massive invader in her compressed guts rearranged her battered organs. Gently pulling her daughter's fingers out from the slick holes they were pounding into, Laura locked her mouth around her daughter's the clit as she pressed three of her own fingers into the sloppy pussy below her mouth. The fact that one of her daughter's fingers had been up a different opening did not escape Laura's notice. I guess she's been putting Mother's Christmas gift to good use, she thought to herself. I can't say I'm surprised actually. Knowing how open her daughter's urethra was, Laura wasted no time in burying her tongue up the tangy hole and wiggling it around. Naomi came almost instantly from the intense sensation. She was only able to remain standing by holding onto her mother's head and riding out the powerful orgasm; an orgasm that lasted quite a while as Laura's powerful tongue refused to let up its sustained assault on Naomi's tightest orifice. Finally, when Laura sensed her daughter was near to passing out, she stopped her powerful tongue thrusts into that most taboo of holes and reverted to light, playful licks around the exterior of Naomi's dripping slit. As the twenty-two year old woman recovered from her strongest orgasm of the day - at least so far - Laura ensured she had as much pussy juice licked off of the woman's bald cunt as she could. "That sounded like a nice one, baby girl," Laura said lovingly as she reached up to massage her daughter's swollen abdomen. "Do you think you're ready for a little more water before we finish up?" "Please, mother. No more," was all Naomi managed to get out before her mother opened the tap once more. She only groaned loudly as yet more water found its way into her - once again - more relaxed body. "Nonsense! See? I knew we could get some more in there!" exclaimed Laura as the inward flow tricked to a stop once more. "Now why don't you get yourself dried off and put on your makeup while you let your enema simmer for a few minutes. You'll want to be nice and clean back there before you head off to work." "Yes... mother..." was all the petite brunette managed to get out in a soft, defeated voice. As Naomi slowly waddled out the shower door and towards her room down the hall, Laura tried to stand up with as much dignity as she could with her daily dilator again jostling her insides. Following her daughter out into the bathroom proper, Laura found Amanda standing near the bay of sinks against the far wall; unbuckling her dildo strap. The stunning twenty eight year old read head was dressed in only a corset very similar to the one her mother wore; only the younger woman's nipples were fully exposed by the quarter cups of her well constructed lingerie. As Laura approached, her eldest daughter finally got the strap undone and managed to catch the massive veined faux phallus before it could slip out of her brutalized hole and onto the bathroom floor. "Shit! I almost lost it," she exclaimed holding the five and three eights inch thick toy half way out of her dilapidated anal entrance. "Here, let me help you with that," Laura offered helpfully as she came up behind her daughter. Bending over slightly, she ogled her offspring's amazing assets close up as she took a hold of the stupendous dilator plug and finished its full eighteen inch extraction. "There, I bet that feels better! That monster has been in there for almost ten hours." Laura placed the slick latex toy in the plug washer under the sink while her daughter stretched and tried to get used to odd feeling of cool air rushing into the depths of her intestines. "It's somewhat relieving, yes," Amanda agreed. "But I really do hate the feeling of emptiness inside me." "You're just like your mother. We Wilder women grow so used to having our backsides packed to the brim that it just feels odd when they're not. I'm forty-six and I still haven't gotten used to that empty feeling. The only thing we can do is to make sure our butts don't stay empty for long." "That's the plan," Amanda agreed whole heartedly. "Now speaking of empty butts, let's get yours empty and gaping so we can get nice and clean together," she added, turning around and displaying the small key to her mother's dildo harness and corset straps. "That sounds lovely!" Laura proclaimed as she stepped in to taste her daughter's mouth once again. This time it was Amanda's turn to get the bonus of Naomi's fresh juices from her mother's lips. As the two women greedily devoured each other, Amanda reached around to the small of her mother's back and opened the padlock to the older woman's strongly boned corset . Setting the key and lock on the sink behind her, Amanda then focused on releasing the titanic plug held securely up her mother's well stretched anal cavity. With a few deft maneuvers of her skilled fingers, she had the dildo strap undone. Breaking the deep kiss at last, Amanda turned her mother around to extract the huge plug from its resting place. Laura sighed with pleasure as she felt every glorious inch of the veined toy pulling at her blown out anal ring as it left her body at last. All too soon, it popped free of her well lubricated hole with a squishy popping sound. Laura pouted at the annoying feeling of emptiness deep in her body that her daughter had just got done complaining about. "Missing this already, mom?" Amanda asked as she placed the impressive tool into the plug washer next to her own discarded daily dilator. "Yes, dear. I am," Laura replied truthfully. "Let's hurry up and get cleaned out so you can show me the toys you brought home from the Wellness Expo! It's not nice to keep your mother waiting in suspense for very long, you know." "Oh stop being so melodramatic! You can stand being empty for a few minutes, or are you really that much of a turbo slut?" she asked raising her eyebrow. "Do you really need to ask such a question?" Laura answered. "You share half my DNA. How long could you stand being empty when you know your butt has a surprise waiting for it in the next room?" Amanda paused for a second as she considered her mother's question before answering. "You're right. Let's get these corsets off, get cleaned out, and get that bag open!" Amanda immediately reached behind herself to start unlacing the cords that were holding the corset tightly closed. "That's what I figured you'd say," her mother remarked casually as she went about removing her own corset. Minutes later, the two naked women were sitting next to each other on the wide enema cones extending from the center of two of the bathroom's bidets. The bidets were basically computerized washing machines designed to effectively clean out a woman's rectal tract. The washing cycle took about five minutes to get even the dirtiest woman sparkling clean. The manually administered high volume enemas that would follow were more for tradition and recreation that actual personal hygiene; not that Laura or Amanda had any intention of not following custom. As the pair sat there and waited for their high colonic wash cycles to complete, they passed the time with small talk about their recent anal encounters, part-time lovers, work, etcetera; accompanied by quite a bit of nipple grabbing. It was nothing out of the ordinary for proper behavior for a mother and daughter. Finally, a pair of robotic dings and blinking green LEDs announced that the pair of over-dilated anal openings were clean and ready for more play. As the two crossed the bathroom hand in hand for the showers and their waiting retention plugs, they continued their playful banter. It wasn't long before soft moans of pleasure began coming from the showers as Laura and Amanda took turns getting each other off. These pleasurable sounds were only interrupted by higher pitched screams of one orgasming woman or another. After that there would then be the distinct sound of gurgling water as the orgasmee was topped off before the pleasurable moans could once again be heard. The two sexually charged women came half a dozen times each. The resulting enemas ended up being very high volume indeed. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 07 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself via the CONTACT form in my profile.. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Wilder Nights As Amanda walked down the hall towards Naomi's room, she briefly paused at the doorway to her two kid sisters' room. Just as her mother had observed half an hour ago, Cora was still jackhammering her sizable toy into the exhausted ass of an obviously orgasmed-out Emily. The poor girl simply lay where she was - not that she was going to go anywhere, restrained wrist and ankle to the bed like she was - and took the vicious pounding to her nether hole with exhausted-sounding grunts and moans. Despite the vacant look in her red and puffy eyes, it was obvious to Amanda that Emily was still very much enjoying all the loving attention she was getting from her sister. We'll get that tight little ass of hers nice and opened up before not too much longer, Amanda thought to herself, as she watched the continuing anal violation of her eighteen-year-old sister. After all, there're a lot of horny women in this house who'd love nothing better than to break in a brand new hole! Amanda smiled slyly and made a mental note to arrange for some sisterly bonding time in the next few days for Emily and herself. She and the young woman had a lot of catching up to do; not that she intended anything like talking to be involved in their bonding! Despite wanting to stay and watch the wickedly hot scene play itself out, Amanda hurried off to Naomi's room to check in on her. Upon entering the room - without knocking, and uninvited - Amanda crossed to her sister's bed and flopped herself down. "So. How're you doing, sis?" "I'm late, that's how I'm doing," Naomi responded as she finished getting dressed for work at Gapers: 'Fine European Dining at an Affordable Price'. Unlike a certain restaurant chain from earlier in the century named after the call of an owl, Gapers didn't try to pass itself off as a family restaurant. In actuality, it was what strip clubs from the previous century had developed into when they'd had to evolve along with an ever-changing society. Topless women pole dancing had long since become passé. After all, you could see more flesh at most public beaches since America had adopted Europe's more liberal attitude toward bare-breasted women in public. The new risqué was women publicly displaying their distended anuses to a paying audience. While Naomi wasn't a performer herself - Laura would have kicked her out of the house if she'd ever found out - she was 'merely' a waitress (although the waitress uniforms at Gapers left very little to the imagination). Laura still didn't approve one bit, but at least she allowed Naomi to continue to live under her roof despite her distasteful job. Her work schedule was erratic, but this week's work hours had been more sporadic than usual and Naomi was none too happy about it. She had to be at work early tonight and she'd be leaving pretty soon; Naomi would be home in the early morning hours, after she helped close the restaurant. Of course, she should have been gone twenty minutes ago, but Amanda's help in ensuring Naomi was properly cleaned out had delayed her by almost half an hour. "Mother hates me wearing these things out in public," Naomi commented as she pulled on one of her many pairs of black satin French cut gape panties, "which I think is just a bit hypocritical of her since I've seen her wear them on quite a few occasions when Dad was around," she added rebelliously. At first glance, gape panties, or gapers, looked like normal crotch-less panties worn by most women on a daily basis - if panties were worn at all that was - before the differences became apparent. While most panties had a string in the back to ride over the base of a plug that was inevitably packed into the nether hole, the back of gapers instead came together in six adjustable straps ending in smooth metal hooks. Two straps went between the legs on either side of the pussy mound, two passed around the back of the legs where the ass cheek met the top of the thigh, and two came over the butt from above. The hooks were then inserted into the anus and pulled firmly apart until a wide fleshy pink cavern could be seen between two heart shaped ass cheeks. The more shapely the ass, the better the gape's effect; and it went without saying that all the Wilder women - regardless of their shape - had amazing asses! Naomi had purchased these particular gapers from an online retailer in Berlin; and they came equipped with some extra features that were hard to find over here in the New World. While most traditional gape and crotch-less panties were designed to fully display the entire genital region, Naomi's pair only displayed the bottom two thirds of her cleanly shaven pussy lips. This allowed a standard or dilation catheter to be inserted into the urethra and become locked in place as the rest of the undergarment was secured around it. A small hole was conveniently designed into the front of the panties for the drainage port of the catheter to slip through. Naomi held the panties in place with the tube extending from the base of the dilation catheter poking through the small hole. She'd already inserted the catheter and expanded up her pisshole before Amanda came in. "True, but most women wear them with little black dresses or something," Amanda countered, "for occasions where corsets may be inappropriate and the abdominal bulge of a normal dilator plug would be... embarrassing. And what size is that thing anyway?" "Oh, this?" Naomi asked motioning to her plastic piss plug. "It's only five eight's inches thick; I'm still working on wearing larger ones for extended periods of time. I'm really glad Nana gave us these things; they're great!" she said enthusiastically. "Why am I not surprised you'd love them?" Amanda said shaking her head. "Anyway, your uniform skirt barely passes for a thick belt, that could be one of the reasons mother doesn't approve," she added holding up Naomi's deep red micro-mini skirt. When properly secured around Naomi's waist, the garment barely covered the top half of her firm bottom; leaving her wet pussy in front and gaping hole in back plainly visible to anyone who cared to look, and there would be a lot of people wanting to look when she got to work. After all, the girls with the biggest gapes invariably got the best tips. Naomi prided herself on being one of Gaper's top earners; for non-performers at least. If her mother would allow her to go up on stage she could probably double or triple her weekly pay check. "Semantics!" Naomi insisted as she inserted one hook after another and tugged at the reinforced satin straps. "I'm not wearing anything at the restaurant that you wouldn't see walking down any street in Paris or Milan. It's not my fault that America is twenty years behind Europe in social development!" Naomi turned to look at her backside in the full length mirror and adjusted the straps to get her gape as round as it could; oblong or egg shaped gapes just looked odd, after all. The last few adjustments elicited grunts from the twenty-two year old brunette as the diameter of the growing darkness between her cheeks expanded again and again with each firm pull. "There. Perfect," she declared and reached for the garter belt laying on her bed to go over her purpose built lingerie. "Really? Perfect you say? Honey, who the hell taught you how to properly fit gape panties?" Amanda inquired. "Certainly not our loving mother. She's the one who taught me and Mary when we were younger and that's not how you do it at all." Naomi looked slightly hurt at her older sister's comment, "What do you mean? You put the hooks up your ass and shorten the straps until they're uncomfortable. How many different ways can there be to shorten straps?" she asked slightly annoyed as she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to her left leg in the unimpressed-stubborn-little-girl gesture that she'd never grown out of. The gape panties were all Naomi had had a chance to slip into yet and her medium sized free breasts swayed back and forth with the jerkiness of her movements. Amanda allowed her eyes to track the motion of the incredibly perky twenty-two year old tits in front of her before she answered. "Quit being such a prissy little bitch and come over here and I'll show you," she commanded as she half turned to fetch Naomi's nighttime dildo that rested conveniently on the night table next to her bed; exactly where Naomi had left it when she'd woken up and taken it out and tongue washed it clean before heading to the showers. "That is if you want to learn the right way. It may help your tip total," she added helpfully. The thought of better tips took the edge off of Naomi's annoyance and she walked over to stand next to her big sister. "I'm listening," she said as her sister hefted the thick toy. The shaft was four inches wide and eleven inches long. It was the very same veined toy she's used to masturbate herself with yesterday morning after she'd abused her mother while the older woman had been preoccupied. It wasn't as big as Naomi could take, but it left her rectal cavity comfortably full all night. And what more could a masochist ask for? To be uncomfortably full, that's what. Naomi made a mental note to shove the next size larger plug up her ass when she got home tomorrow morning. That should take the edge off. "Good. Now turn around and bend over slightly," Amanda said and Naomi instantly complied, like the good little masochistic submissive slut-bunny that she was. Lining up the four inch bottom stretcher up with her sister's forcefully gaped anus, Amanda quickly worked the thick toy about halfway in. She smiled to herself as she listened to Naomi's pitiful grunts and groans as the younger woman's back passage was once again stretched to a full four inch diameter. Actually, it was a little larger than four inches since the hooks of the gaper panties were still fully seated around Naomi's somewhat straining anal ring. Ah, to be young again, Amanda thought to herself. It'd been years since a meager four inch plug sliding past her own well trained sphincter had gotten a similar reaction out of her. Not that she was a stranger to the sensations she knew her sibling was experiencing - her husband Todd ensured she felt very similar sensations every day they were together. The sizes of the tools involved were just considerably larger and much longer, but the idea was the same. "Alright, now that your hole is being held open to a consistent size, go ahead and retighten the straps. I can tell just by looking at them that they're pretty loose now," Amanda commented. Continuing to whimper at the latex intruder forcing her tender hole wide open, Naomi did what her older sister commanded and began adjusting one strap after another. "How does that look?" she asked when she felt everything was nice and tight. "Let me check you out," Amanda responded. "Here, hold your dildo for a minute so I can use both hands," she said. Naomi quickly took over control of her latex violator as Amanda checked the tautness of each strap. From her superior angle, Amanda managed to get every single one of them just a little bit tighter. By the time she'd finished, Naomi's intermittent whimpers had turned into soft sobs of pain at her widely stretched ring of rectal muscle. Small cracks of blackness could clearly be seen around each hook as they shared Naomi's asshole with the thick plug; a plug that was no longer doing a very good job at stretching anything. "There you go. Now it's perfect," Amanda commented as she took the dildo away from her sister and extracted it from the widely expanded nether hole once again. As the thick phallus slid out of the pink hole with a soft wet sound, the size of the cavern stayed at the original four inch diameter. The six straps of the gape panties bit deeply into Naomi's flesh as her abused back hole attempted in vain to re-close itself. The attempt failed utterly and it maintained its near perfect circular shape. Setting the, now unnecessary, latex tool back where she found it, Amanda returned her attention to admiring her handiwork more. Placing a hand on each of her sister's hips and holding the younger woman steady, "I think you need me to help you into these things every day before you head off to work. What do you think?" she asked as she admired Naomi's succulent bubble butt and obscenely gaping asshole. Despite the ache emanating from her horribly stretched hole and the straps biting into her pale flesh, Naomi couldn't argue the fact that she was getting off on the pain. The chances of her having an orgasm on the way to work were very high and she hoped she didn't wreck her car when it happened. The life of a masochistic pain slut was never easy, but at least it was usually eventful. "I think you're right," was all she could say in response. Amanda took two of her fingers and easily inserted them into Naomi's drenched pussy and pushed backwards. The fingers pushed the thin membrane of flesh that separated the two holes upwards and outwards. As she wiggled her fingers she actually managed to get her sister's rectal wall to stretch past the ring of her muscle to be outside of her body. Closing the finger loop with her thumb, Amanda massaged the thin layer of flesh firmly between her digits and listened to Naomi's groans of pleasure as her lower holes were roughly played with. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Amanda realized that Naomi was going to be late if she allowed her sister to have an orgasm. "That's enough for now, Naomi," she said. "You need to get dressed for work or you'll be late." "Don't care... Just a little... More..." "Nope. That would be irresponsible of you. Now pull yourself together and finish getting dressed!" Visibly shaking herself back to the present, Naomi pouted and moved back to the foot of the bed to finish putting her garters and stockings on. She grunted loudly as she bent over to slip the stockings onto her feet as the position yanked her already maximized hole open just a little bit more. "Can we play more when I get home from work?" she asked her older sister. "Of course!" she answered. "It's been a while since we've had some good old fashioned sister/sister bonding. Although, it may have to wait until this weekend; I've got a big day tomorrow at the convention. "I do have a question for you though. Do you actually like working at Gapers? I know mother hates it that you do." "Actually, I do," Naomi answered as she hooked her stocking to the clamps on her garters. "I know it's not a proper place for a nice girl to work, and dad would not approve at all, but I enjoy it. Have you ever been to a European style club before?" "Me? Once or twice while I was in college. Mom and dad never found out, of course. You can get away with working at Gapers being the middle child, but me, as the oldest daughter? I would have gotten my tits caned and then spent a week wearing punishment a dildo!" They both laughed at the truth of it. Parents inevitably got less strict with each successive child. That was the way of things. The youngest kids always had the easiest time of growing up. Amanda refrained from mentioning to her younger sister that the second time she'd gone to Gapers she'd actually been drunk enough to participate in their weekly amateur contest. They'd lined up successively larger dildos, each a full twelve inches long, from one side of the main stage to the other and opened the competition to all the girls in the audience. The winner got all the cash thrown onto the stage and free drinks for the rest of the night. The evening she'd participated there had been fourteen other tipsy 'Woo Girls' up on stage with her who'd stripped from the waist down and left their plugs at their tables. One by one they'd lowered their assholes onto one dildo after another in front of a full house of onlookers as tips rained down onto the stage. The only rule to advance was that the girls had to bounce their ass cheeks on the stage three times for the penetration to count. After half an hour there were only two girls left: Amanda and a twenty something Asian beauty with monstrous - and obviously fake - tits named Ling. For the final showdown, all the lesser dildos they'd already passed were removed and a second set of colossal anal destroyers were secured to the stage. At the same time the pair would impale themselves and bounce their butt cheeks off the stage. If it wasn't for all the booze they'd obviously both imbibed that night, neither girl would have made it as far as she had. But in the end it was while Amanda - exhausted and resting her weight on the stage, fully impaled by a massive dildo - was waiting for Ling to bounce her tight butt cheeks off of the stage, that the Asian beauty finally called out in surrender. The announcer then came out to proclaim the winner. Rather than let Ling extract her sore bottom from the oversized phallus, he'd simply placed both hands on her shoulders and pressed downwards firmly and impassively as he announced the impressive size to the excited crowd: Five and a quarter inches. It'd been a personal record for her at the time. Ling fought only for a moment before exhaustion took over and she allowed herself to be fully impaled on the massive dong. Amanda had tried to stand herself, only to be pushed back down, by the slightly bored announcer. Once all the patrons had finished throwing money at the stage, and most likely the owner got his sizeable cut, Amanda and Ling were allowed to extract themselves and Amanda was given a fat stack of cash $9,600 deep. Upon returning to her table and her ecstatic girl friends, she'd been surprised to see that as a parting gift the management had helpfully attached her winning dildo to her chair. Initially, she'd been too tired and sore to play anymore, but with the taunting, chanting and general peer pressure of her girl friends she'd reluctantly agreed to re-impale herself at the table. And so she'd spent the rest of the night drinking with friends while the huge five and a quarter inch ass destroyer continued to dilate her blown-out rectum to new widths. She still had that dildo at home in her closet. It often times came out when she had those same girl friends over to drink. Of course, it was never out for very long before it found a nice moist bottom to hide in; usually hers. "But I only ever observed from the back," she lied. "It's an interesting place. No trappings of the proper society we were raised in, but an interesting place nonetheless," she added truthfully. "That it is," Naomi agreed, "and thanks for showing me how to fit these things correctly. I can't wait to see how I do with the tips tonight! The customers can see right up me half way to my stomach. That should be worth some extra cash." "I'm sure you'll knock them dead!" Amanda exclaimed as her eyes stared at the fleshy pink hole leading up into the depths of her sister's abdomen. The four inch wide anal cavern between Naomi's athletic butt cheeks should get her more than enough attention; no doubt about that. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 07 Naomi's work top was much quicker to slip into than her work bottoms, as it simply consisted of a tight red tank top cut so that it stopped just below the young woman's perpetually rock-hard nipples. The skimpy garment left the bottom half of her perky breasts clearly visible. Amanda was tempted to give her sister a healthy tip right then and there, but she didn't have her wallet on her. She always had been a huge fan of sexy under-boob; especially when it belonged to one of her sisters! The pièce de résistance was a stopper plug with a small red bow on it for the drainage tube of her dilation catheter. A lot of the waitresses at Gapers evidently wore these and the customer's knew what would happened when the bow was pulled out. Of course, the management got pretty upset if a woman's wine glass or mouth wasn't immediately available to catch the flow of unsealed urine. Amanda had to admit that the cute little red bow looked amazing when contrasted against the black satin of Naomi's gapers. Finally dressed for work, Naomi grabbed her yellow, threadbare spring jacket and turned to head for the door. Despite her taboo job and very liberal outlook on life, she wasn't about to be seen walking down the street wearing such a skimpy outfit. At least their mother had managed to embed a tiny notion of modesty in her most rebellious daughter. "Aren't you forgetting to say goodbye, little sister?" Amanda asked as she stood up and admired the well toned butt cheeks and the wide black nothingness between them that was walking out the door. "The least you could do in appreciation is to give me a proper good night kiss. I won't see you until tomorrow evening after all." "Well..." Naomi responded, feigning hesitation, "You are the reason I'm running so late, but I guess you did help a little bit there at the end. So let's make it fast," she said turning from her bedroom's door-less entrance. The two sisters came together and embraced each other in a soft, lingering, sensual kiss. The thin materials each was wearing did nothing to hide the mutual arousal of pert nipples and radiated body heat. Naomi gasped - while she sucked on her sister's tongue - as Amanda's fingers found the moist slit between her legs and quickly slipped two fingers inside. Barely a heartbeat later, Amanda's own slight intake of breath - as Naomi's fingers penetrated her wet front opening - was also heard in the large bedroom. The kissing and fingering lasted for perhaps a fifteen seconds before they finally, reluctantly, broke apart. As they did so a thin sting of saliva stretched between their lips momentarily before breaking and falling into Amanda's large cleavage. Naomi giggled as she watched it fall and splatter on the white skin of her big sister's left breast. In unison, fingers were removed from horny cunts and brought up to equally horny mouths for cleaning: Amanda's fingers to Naomi's mouth and vice versa. It was a time honored and loving goodnight kiss that two women who were close to each other - normally sisters or mothers and daughters - normally gave to one another at bedtime. This was one of the many things that Amanda missed when she'd left home to be with Todd. Just the simple affectionate intimacy to be had from sucking her own pussy juice off of her mother's fingers before bed had always warmed her heart; and her loins. Ever since she'd become of age, Amanda had always found it easier to spend the first hour or so after going to bed masturbating; once her mother had let her taste her own wetness before exiting the room to go make love to Daddy. And Amanda had always loved watching her mother go: The sway of her sexy hips; the sides of her massive breasts clearly visible even from the back. The large yet shapely derrière all the Wilder women were popular for. And, of course, the huge anal plug that was always clearly visible beneath her mother's favored semi-transparent baby-doll nighties. The fact that Amanda could clearly hear their parent's sounds of lovemaking from down the hall also fueled her nightly jilling sessions. Her mother's loud moans of pleasurable ecstasy as Daddy fucked her to multiple orgasms were almost as exciting to an eighteen year old Amanda as her mother's screams of agonizing rapture as Daddy lovingly worked on mommy's anal wellbeing long into the night. She would just lie on her side in bed and work her slimy pussy with one hand while her other hand would concentrate on her own rectal happiness. Fingers finally cleaned off, Naomi thanked her sister once again with a quick peck on the cheek, donned her jacket, and headed out the door. Amanda was left alone and frustrated in her sister's bedroom. Although it had scarcely been half an hour since her last thunderous orgasm, she was already so turned on again that she could barely stand it. Fuck it! she thought as she sat down on her sister's bed and reached for her masturbation kit. I've got at least twenty minutes before dinner. I can take at least some of the edge off of my libido. Just as she'd selected a nice thick veined dildo - which she'd determined would feel amazing sliding through her poor, vulnerable sphincter - the sounds of Emily and Cora starting up again came down the hall. Wow! Those two certainly have a lot of love for each other, Amanda thought to herself. I don't even think Mary and I fucked that much when we shared a room together. Years ago, on Mary's eighteenth birthday, she and Amanda had moved into the same bedroom; and had shared many intimate nights together before Amanda had moved out. Amanda smiled wickedly as a wonderful idea came to her out of nowhere. The decision made, she picked up her selected butt toy and took off down the hall to her kid sisters' room. After all, the two of them were only using one of their beds; Amanda intended to use the other to give her own nether hole some much deserved attention. And the thought that she'd get a ring-side seat to watch her teenage sisters plow each other's pert backsides should provide enough mental stimulation for a memorable masturbation session. * * * Cora and Emily didn't even notice their big sister enter their bedroom; they were far too intent on their own sisterly bonding activities. Only when Amanda finally hit a hard enough orgasm that her own screams drowned out the screams of the two sweaty teenagers did they finally take notice of their sister and the mammoth dong she was ramming into her stretched out ass. Cora and Emily only smiled at each other and went back to their own passionate rutting. * * * In the kitchen, Laura had her tablet hooked into the house's security system as she went about preparing dinner for the family. Originally, she had intended to playback the prior evening's punishment session when her eldest daughter had shown her mother the error of her slutty ways. Laura's bottom was still quite sore from the horrible pounding she'd taken from the five and three quarter inch wide, twenty inch long, heavy grit punishment dildo. That soreness had been reinforced by spending the entire night with a smooth five and seven eights inch dilator plug lucked deeply into her raw intestines. Laura had slept better last night than she'd slept in months. After all, none of Wilder women had even bothered to pretend that Laura hadn't enjoyed every second of her severe punishment; not that her loud screams of orgasmic rapture gave anything away. The most surprising thing of the whole ordeal was waking up to find Amanda similarly retrained next to her. Amanda had discussed her own punishment session with Emily and Cora - and the resulting increase to her maximum anal expansion to five and five eighths inches - during the family's morning enema regime. All four of the Wilder women participating had had a good laugh at Amanda's unexpected increase as they took turns on the enema bidets. Laura had enjoyed watching her frequent punishment sessions ever since she was a teenager and undergoing her own anal training at the hands of her strict mother. As she'd logged onto the security network to bring up the time-stamped archives from the master bedroom, she had changed her mind as her eye caught the live feed from her youngest daughter's bedroom. Being Emily's mother she was probably biased, but the girl's facial expressions during hard orgasms were cute as hell. So Laura had decided to watch Cora remorselessly pound the thick latex dong up her bound sister's spasming backside. Laura smiled to herself as she went about her cooking with the sounds of her children's lovemaking filling the kitchen through the tablet's stereo speakers. As she was taking the chicken out of the oven, Naomi passed though the kitchen on her way to the garage and her car. She had on an old windbreaker to hide what Laura assumed to be something she would not approve of; considering the younger woman's job. "Taking off then?" Laura asked. "Yup. I'm really late too," she said as paused very momentarily to deeply French kiss her mother. Fingers briefly found wet pussies and two front holes were quickly penetrated before she broke the kiss. "And I'm off! I'll see you guys tomorrow night," she added as she headed for the garage door sucking her mother's sweet juices off her fingers. "Alright, sweetie," Laura responded before popping her own wet fingers into her mouth to clean off her middle daughter's cunt nectar. Pausing just as her fingers were at her lips, she added, "And anytime you want to start a respectable job, TBTF is hiring young women for the secretary pool again. I know Kelly Jarvis over in Acquisitions is looking for a new receptionist. I think you'd like working for her." Laura knew her little masochist would love working for Mrs. Jarvis actually. Every time she'd gone to Kelly's office for a business meeting or "lunch brainstorming session", her secretary was always a little teary eyed and constantly moved slowly and slightly bent over. "Can we not get into this now, mom?" Naomi said in exasperation at the age-old argument between herself and her mother. "I like my job just fine." "Just think about it. The position comes with full benefits that I think you'll find very enticing." Both women knew Laura wasn't talking about the health coverage and paid time off. "Fine. I'll think about it," Naomi said as she closed the door behind her. Laura shook her head at her daughter's bad decisions. Oh well, she thought. I'll just keep trying to get her to make better career choices. I guess sometimes a parent just has to let her children make bad decisions for themselves and hope they eventually make the right ones. Returning to her cooking and the live fuck show playing out on her tablet, Laura was surprised to see that Amanda had joined Emily and Cora on screen with an impressive dildo of her own. She was still feeding the lengthy tool up her shapely butt and looked to be mentally preparing herself for a good reaming of her own. That little nymph! Laura thought to herself. Rest our holes she said? My gaping ass! Look at the size of that tool she's putting up there! That's one hole that is not going to be getting any rest! If she thinks I'm going to go easy on her tonight just because she can't go half an hour without shoving something huge up her butt she is sorely mistaken! Where does she get that behavior from? Well, okay. So everyone know where she gets her behavior from, Laura admitted grudgingly to herself. Her own backside felt odd being empty. It just wasn't right for a perfectly accommodating asshole to not be plugged with something! As Laura paused in her cooking to watch three of her five daughters bring themselves to orgasm, her right hand reached around behind her back and under her camisole to her gaping nether hole. Laura's closed fist effortlessly slipped past her stretched out anus as her sphincter closed around her wrist. Fuck it! Laura decided. The horny cougar laid her torso across the kitchen counter to get a good angle at the annoying itch up her butt; it was pretty far up her butt after all. A soft moan escaped Laura's lips as her fist found a matching rhythm with the large dildo being fucked into the gaping asshole of her youngest daughter on screen. A corner of her mind noted that the rhythm of the huge toy sliding in and out of Amanda's ass had matched that of Cora's pounding as well. Without even realizing it, the fist that was soon popping in and out of her asshole soon matched the beat of the onscreen fucking as well. While her fist was not the size Laura needed to truly enjoy herself to the fullest, it was the best she had available to her at the time. The makeshift masturbation aid was doing its job effectively, though - Laura soon felt the rumblings of a pleasant pre-dinner orgasm welling up from the depths of her horny rectum. The end result was that three of the Wilder women were soon orgasming in perfect cadence to the direction of Maestro Cora Wilder. It's just too bad that conducting an all-girl anal orchestra wasn't a paying gig! * * * Amanda, Cora and Emily ended up being over twenty minutes late for dinner. Despite their tardiness, their mother did not seem to take any offense. No one made a comment about the slightly burned chicken as they hungrily ate and talked and laughed together; just as any close and loving family would do at mealtime. The fact that all of the Wilder women sitting at the dinner table were naked from the waist down, had sore, gaping and well lubricated buttholes, as well as cream filled cunts from experiencing recent multiple orgasms, was actually a common enough occurrence that it wasn't worth mentioning. * * * The evening continued to unfold uneventfully in the Wilder home. Sometime after dinner, Laura and Emily were in the great room watching the most recent episode of Survivor; which had long since secured its position as the longest running American TV show in history. Although the show had long since jumped the shark - according to most people - it had a large enough fan base to ensure its continued existence in the prime time lineup. The current season was reaching its climax and the cast had just finished voting off the bubbly blond from Las Vegas with the amazingly large breasts. Those stupendous mammaries had spent most of the season barely restrained by string bikini tops which had left almost nothing to the imagination; the wholly inadequate clothing basically only covering her perpetually rock hard nipples with small triangles of cloth, and that was pretty much it. Laura and Emily were in a friendly argument as to why she'd made it this far into the competition before being eliminated by her fellow survivors. "Well, obviously, the other girls in her tribe got tired of her flaunting those melons of hers at the cameras every chance she got!" Emily concluded emphatically. "I mean, Jesus! If I had those things on my frame I'd fall over every time I stood up!" she added for extra effect while cupping one of her own, significantly smaller, 32B breasts with her left hand and pretending to appraise its weight. "Your breasts are perfect, honey," Laura reassured her. "Not all men and women go for the massively titted girls like her. Quite a few people prefer girls with smaller, perkier sets of athletic boobs like you and Naomi have." "That's easy for you to say, mom," Emily replied. "Your breasts are huge!" she stated matter-of-factly. She emphasized her point by crushing her mother's erect nipple between the thumbnail and forefinger of her right hand; that hand had slipped into Laura's lingerie to play with the hard nipples hiding underneath almost an hour ago when they sat down to watch this week's episode of Survivor. "Ouch!" Laura winched. "That's not a nice thing to do to your mother when she's not expecting it!" she scolded her youngest daughter. Laura scowled down at the slender women, who was currently sitting across her lap, with her best impression of being emotionally devastated; but she made no attempt to extract her daughters hand as it resumed softly stroking and playing with her now painfully erect nipple. "Be nice to mommy's nipples or I won't let you play with them anymore" Laura threatened without conviction. "Yea, like that would happen." Emily countered. "How you prefer your nipples to be treated isn't exactly a secret around here, and that was a gentle caress by comparison." she stated truthfully. "For punishment, you've forced us to wear some of the clamps that you wear for just fun, remember?" "That's not the point!" Laura fired back. "And those times were for you and your sisters' own good. Nothing focuses the mind on what's going on down below as a health amount of pain up top. But that's neither here nor there. Right now we're just trying to watch TV, and I'm trying to pay attention to what's going on. I need to know what happened for tomorrow's scuttlebutt discussions." The various ploys and schemes on Survivor were a common chatting point for the women at TBTF and Laura needed to stay current. "Oh really! We're 'just trying to watch TV'? And what is your left hand doing right now as you're 'just trying to watch TV'?" Emily inquired innocently. Laura and Emily were comfortably reclining together in a large, over stuffed recliner in the family's great room. Emily was sitting across her mother's lap with her head resting on Laura's right shoulder as they'd been watching Survivor on their modest 196 inch hyper-plasma TV. She still wore the same tight dark blue sweater she'd worn to school, leaving her naked from the waist down. Emily's left leg was lying on the chair's left arm while her right leg was propped up at a 90 degree angle. This was the best position to give her mother unfettered access to her lower two holes, still recline comfortably, and give both women an unobstructed view of the television. The aforementioned fingers of the hand in question had finished questing for the thick juices manufactured in the younger woman's dripping pussy just a few minutes ago and had returned to the bottom hole located just an inch or so below the wet top hole. Although, calling the top hole the 'wet' hole at this point was largely a misnomer since Laura had spent the entirety of the hour long episode of Survivor transferring homemade girl nectar from the top hole to the bottom one. By this point in time both holes were equally wet, loose and sloppy with Emily's sweet, young cunt juice. What had started with Survivor's opening credits as just two fingers in search of moist Emily Brand lubricant had progressed in number as the episode wore on to three, four, and then finally to all five fingers. Laura's expert hand was now up to her extended thumb in Emily's nether hole as she twisted it this way and that, fingers wiggling and tickling the whole time, to make sure that every square inch of the interior surface of her daughter's rectum was thoroughly coated with as much slick juice as she could cram up the cavernous hole. Laura would alternate keeping her hand flat and blade like while rotating her wrist 180 degrees back and forth and slipping her fist in and out of the tightest asshole of all the Wilder women. She did this again and again, ensuring that the teenager's butt loosened up to its fullest potential. Since Emily's ass had spent the whole day being painfully dilated by the plug Amanda had selected for her, working the unresisting hole up to its current dimensions had been no problem at all for this loving mother of five insatiable anal sluts. After all, all four of Emily's older sisters had spent many evenings curled up in their mother's lap receiving the exact same anal treatment Emily was enjoying right this very minute; and, by now, Laura knew exactly what she was doing and how best to go about it. Presently, the first two stops on Laura's circular journey completed, she extracted her pussy and ass juice soaked hand and fingers from her daughter's most private hole to bring the glistening digits up to her daughter's waiting mouth. Emily let a small moan of protest pass her lips at the uninvited sensation of emptiness she suddenly felt between her toned and muscular butt cheeks. But, to her credit and training, she didn't even hesitate to take the offered fingers into her mouth to suck and tongue wash them clean for the umpteenth time that evening. In fact, her head never left her mother's shoulder as she did so. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 07 "I haven't the slightest idea to what you're referring, young lady." Laura quipped while trying to maintain her best poker face. All Emily could manage to get out in retort around the dirty fingers in her mouth was a soft, questioning "Umm, hmm?" as she licked and sucked them with all due diligence. In no time at all, her mother's fingers were again clean and Laura pulled her hand back to return it to the wet snatch below. "All I'm saying is that... ungh... she shouldn't be so surprised she got voted off with the way she played to the camera with those massive things." Emily continued her original argument as if nothing noteworthy had interrupted her while Laura's fingers returned to the first stop in their three-stop journey once again by burring themselves into the shaved, teenage pussy. Emily let out another soft "ungh" as her mother's thumb began rubbing against her engorged clit yet again; her young hips were soon gyrating in time to the thumb stroking her engorged clit. The best way to keep her daughter producing copious amounts of her very own lubricant was to give the young woman's nub some much appreciated attention. Laura was not disappointed as, in no time at all, she felt her hand once again begin to slosh around the inside of her daughter's stretched pussy as it produced another batch of tangy wetness. "I think it has more to do with the hot sauce stunt she pulled last week than the size of her breasts," Laura argued, at last stepping up to the plate. "Of course they're not going to come right out and say it on national television, but it was implied pretty heavily that she laced her tribe's supply of Bottom's Eve lubricant with a healthy dose of the stuff." While all the niceties and luxuries of modern life were removed from the participants of Survivor, most of the basic necessities were still provided: food, water, personal hygiene items, anal lubricant, prophylactics, medicine and such. While they had pixilated out the label of the bottle in last week's episode as the bubbly blond played to the camera to insinuate where she was planning on putting the hot sauce, the entire viewing audience recognized the shape of the bottle as Bottom's Eve. This was a common, name brand anal lubricant; "Specifically Formulated for Her Pleasure," as their ads went. This was the same brand of lubricant that could be found in every room of the Wilder home. Personally, Laura was partial to the cherry flavor Bottom's Eve. "That was just the straw that broke the camel's back, mom," Emily said. "I'm pretty sure she was going to get voted off even before everyone figured out who spiked the lube. And speaking of that, I mean, how dumb of a bimbo can she be?! I realize she's blond with a huge rack, but come on! When you're the only one not running around with your ass literally on fire, it's not hard to figure out who did it. At the very least she could have faked it! "Not that her acting would have been very convincing." "Well, at least I agree with you on that last part," Laura agreed as she slipped her glistening fingers out of her daughter's puffy vagina, made a fist, and gently pressed her hand into Emily's gaping anus. It took only a second or two for Emily's sphincter to come comfortably to rest around her mother's wrist. This elicited only a small gasp from the young woman; both mother and daughter never took their eyes off the screen as a teary eyed blond made a final plea to the camera during her exit interview. Apparently, she just didn't understand why she had just been voted off. "Dumb and oblivious," Emily commented as she readjusted her position to give her mother better access to her slicked bottom hole. Laura didn't let her daughter's anus rest comfortably for long, as she began to rotate her hand around inside Emily's tight anal cavity. She would alternate this movement by extracting her closed fist just enough to pull the younger woman's straining sphincter out away from her body as it struggled to adjust to the diameter of Laura's hand. Not allowing her hand to fully escape from her daughter's taunt ring of muscle, she would keep the widest portion of her first right at the tight opening before fully sinking it back into the moist hole and resuming her hand rotation. Emily only moaned and whined softly at her mother's continuous intrusions into her rectal cavern. With the increased workouts her nether hole had received over the past few days, the penetration was much easier than it normally was when they watched Survivor every week. A part of her was glad that her anal dilation was progressing nicely from all the extra attention; perhaps she'd make a decent Wilder girl after all. "Again, that's something I think everyone can agree upon." At that moment, Cora walked past the television on her way to the bedrooms. She slowed down to observe her sister and mother spending some quality family time with each other on Laura's favorite chair. Her own bottom tingled with a tiny amount of jealousy seeing her mother's fist slipping in and out of her sister's small butthole. Cora and Laura had their own television schedule though; but she'd have to wait until next week's episode before she could occupy Emily's place on Laura's lap while her mother packed her backside full of her young pussy juice. "What are you up to, honey?" Laura asked as her daughter passed slowly. "Just heading to my room to do some homework, mom," Cora replied. "Amanda got a call from Mary over in London, so I left her in the kitchen to let them catch up." "Mary? How is your older sister doing?" "Fine. She's looking forward to vacation back home when school recessed for summer in a few weeks." "Great!" Laura exclaimed. She hated the fact that Mary lived in the UK these days, but she always came home for a few months over summer. "And how's her lovely wife, Victoria, these days?" "Umm... Fine, I guess," Cora answered. She honestly hadn't paid that much attention to the opening niceties between her older sisters. "I'm sure Amanda can fill you in on all the details," she added as she left the great room for her bedroom and her waiting homework. Of course, the only homework she had any intention of actually doing came in a large box full of latex tools under her bed. "Well, that was informative," Emily commented as her sister left, and then gasped audibly at a particularly forceful shoving and twisting motion her mother's hand made inside her sloppy bottom. "I'm sure Amanda will fill me in after she gets off," Laura said, and then smiled to herself at her unintentional double entendre. I guess whether her getting off consists of finishing her phone call or her next orgasm really doesn't matter; either possibility can't be too far off in the future, Laura thought. And she'd better fill me up in more ways than one! Finally, the blubbering blond with the amazingly huge tits bid her farewell and walked off camera and the program went to its last commercial break. "Good riddance," Emily said vehemently. Serendipitously enough, the first advertisement was a commercial for Bottom's Eve brand lubricant. Two attractive women, a mother and a daughter, were walking through the park talking as the scene opened up. The daughter asks, "mom, do you ever feel... not well lubricated... back there?... You know..." Mom smiles matronly and replies, "Of course I do, honey. That's why I make sure I use plenty of Bottom's Eve lubricant every day. It's specifically formulated for her pleasure, after all." The commercial then went on to talk about viscosity over long term use, being pH balanced for a woman's body and blah, blah, blah... All the while skirting around the probable fact that both the actresses, as well as the vast majority of women in the world, wore incredibly thick butt plugs on a daily basis. Such a blunt revelation would never pass the censors for prime time television though. So, other than the product's name, all other references to the anal stresses suffered by the target audience were cleverly written to only touch on the subject matter obliquely, while still getting the selling points across. It was a tribute to the art of advertising a sensitive female hygiene product to the masses while still keeping the conversation G-rated. "So now what are you going to do now that you don't have that bimbo's boobs to complain about during Survivor?" Laura asked as she extracted her closed fist from its hiding place with a wet, audible pop. Testing the slickness of her fingers by rubbing them together, she determined that it was time to start the circuit of holes over again for some fresh girl lube. "Enjoy the show?" Emily said and then opened her mouth to accept the pussy and ass juice-soaked fingers that her mother brought in front of her face yet again. "Will you now? You've spent the entire season bitching about them. I'm beginning to think you just don't like large breasts." "I love big boobs!" Emily affirmed around the fingers she was dutifully washing off in her mouth. "Especially yours," she added with a smile, and pinched her mother's hard nipple again for added emphasis. "Ouch!" Laura complained. "I warned you about pinching mommy's poor nipples like that!" "And I told you that you were full of it," Emily shot back now that her mouth was again free of fingers. Laura wasted no time before she buried those fingers back into her daughter's drenched cunt in search of more of Emily's sweet lube once again. "Now that the show is almost over," she said intentionally changing the subject, "It's time to start getting all of this pussy juice out of you little butt." "It's not that little, mom," Emily protested. "I wore a three and a half inch dilator plug all day!" "Oh, sweetie. That's too cute," Laura sad patronizingly as she worked her fingers around the inside of Emily's front hole, coating them in the succulent juices to be found there. "And how big were your sisters' plugs today; or your mother's? You have a long way to go with your anal training before people stop referring to that bottom hole of yours with words like 'tight' or 'little'." Emily sighed in resignation. "I know, mom. I'm trying though." "I know you are, honey; and I admit I'm partly to blame. We'll increase the frequency of you training sessions and get you caught up to Cora in no time. At least there'll be someone in this house who can't pick on you!" "Thanks, mom. I'd like that," Emily said, and then realized that she'd just agreed to participate in more frequent sessions of her mother's painful anal education. A few days ago she'd have questioned her sanity at the very idea, but now she found herself actually looking forward to the training; as agonizing as she knew it would certainly be. "That's good!" Laura said proudly. Noticing that Survivor was now over and the credits were rolling, "Alright, young lady, it's time to get you cleaned out," she said pulling her questing fingers out of her daughter's snatch at last. This time, however, she brought them up to her own mouth for a thorough cleaning. God! Laura thought as her tongue swirled around her dipping fingers. She really does have the best tasting cum in the world! Emily only giggled and slid herself off of her mother's lap. * * * A few minutes later, Amanda - still on the phone with Mary - passed through the great room on her way to the master bedroom for her smart phone's charger. The sight there in the room was reminiscent of her own early training. Emily was sitting on the couch, her butt hanging off its edge, with her ankles behind her shoulders as she roughly played with her nipples under her shirt. Their mother was kneeling on the floor hungrily devouring her daughter's two nether holes; sucking and licking for all she was worth. Amanda remembered her mother had always been able to produce particularly powerful vacuum with her mouth and she doubted it would take her very long to drain every drop of sweet nectar out of Emily's holes. To Mary, Amanda commented, "Remember that thing mom always did with us while watching TV?" "With the fisting on mom's lap? Of course. Why?" Mary responded. "Well, I guess now it's Emily's turn. We're in the cleanup phase over here," Amanda commented gleefully. Her continued conversation with Mary going completely unnoticed by her baby sister and mother. "Oooo... I love that phase!" Amanda paused on her way through the room to watch the spectacle; and to greedily admire the gaping chasm between her mother's firm butt cheeks, which even now, after hours of disuse, was still easily four inches across. As out of practice as her mother's nether hole was in the grand scheme of things, no one could deny how exquisitely trained that orifice actually was. She paused only a moment longer to snap a quick pic to send to Mary; she would enjoy the familiar sight. "Hey, sis. I'm sending you something to remind you of home and why you should look forward to your vacation," Amanda said as she navigated the smart phone's screens to attach the image to the conversation. "Delicious!" was all Mary had to say. * * * As the evening drew to a close that night, Emily, Amanda and Laura were in the family's communal bathroom preparing for bed. They were finishing up their normal bedtime preparations: brushing their teeth, flushing out their bowels, and other such personal hygiene things. Cora had just left the bathroom on her way to bed, having completed her nightly ritual first. "So our mother tells me she caught you jilling yourself off the other night while only touching your pussy; and completely neglecting that shapely ass of yours," Amanda asked her baby sister out of the blue. Emily's cheeks reddened noticeably in embarrassment. "Yeah, she did," she admitted. "And I got punished for it right there." Amanda sighed. "Some of the women in this house are just weird," she declared. "First, you two each get caught masturbating incorrectly, and then I find Emily getting reamed out with only pussy juice as lubricant and mom getting off way too many times during her own punishment session. You two may need some serious psychological help to address your split personalities. At least Cora, Naomi and I are consistent!" Laura only giggled at the truth of that assessment. Emily smiled sheepishly. It was no secret amongst the Wilder women that their matriarch had been punished last night; and for what. "I am serious though. How long has it been since you and the girls have had a full checkup?" Amanda asked her mother. "Actually, it's been quite a while," Laura responded thoughtfully after a few seconds. "Tell you what: I'll give Veronica a call first thing in the morning. Hopefully, she has an opening available for the three of you. Our company provides quite a lot of supplies to her clinic after all, so I'm sure I could ask it as a personal favor," Amanda said helpfully. Doctor Veronica Dermott had been the Wilder family's OBGYN, proctologist and general practitioner for years. Veronica's husband had been a personal friend of Laura's late husband, Dave; the two had played golf together almost every Saturday. "That's actually a good idea," Laura agreed. "Ungh! I hate getting checkups," Emily complained. "You'd think in the twenty-first century, we'd have the technology to at least warm up a speculum!" "You'd think," Amanda agreed; giggling. "Oh, it's not that bad you two!" admonished their mother. "And it'd be good for us to get a checkup." "Okay, fine then. Well, I'm off to bed," Emily announced have completed all she needed to do. "Good night, mom," she said as the two women exchanged tongues and pussy fingering. "Good night, big sis," and the process was repeated again before the eighteen year old left the room. "And why don't we retire to the bedroom ourselves, Amanda?" Laura asked. "After all, I believe punishing your own mother is a punishable offense in and of itself. "Mommy may need to discipline her sweet little girl's bottom tonight!" she added with a wicked twinkle in her eye as she turned and headed for the master bedroom and its waiting shelves full of imposing castigation equipment. Amanda felt her pussy immediately begin dripping as her mother slipped into the third person. "I think mommy's little girl deserves that too," she said and followed her mother obediently. * * * As the eldest Wilder sister and matriarch headed to the master bedroom, Emily entered her and Cora's bedroom wearing nothing but a loose white crop top. While it did a good job at covering her perky young breasts, the shirt did little to hide the stiff nipples mounted on top of them. She was looking forward to a good night's sleep; maybe after a little anal playtime with her masturbation kit, of course. The eighteen year-old redhead was surprised to see Cora laying in her bed, under her covers, in the dimly lit room. Normally, Cora would be in the middle of her usual bedtime masturbation session when Emily came into the room. Cora's preferred M.O. of self-pleasure was to mount a largish veined dildo on a magnetic hard point built into her mattress and ride the latex phallus - cowgirl style - until she'd had enough orgasms and went to sleep; after securing a sizable nighttime plug into her orgasmed out butt, of course. Her sister's moans of pleasure and screams of ecstasy usually helped Emily drift off to sleep. But tonight, things looked like they would play out a little differently. Cora smiled at her perplexed sister and threw back the top of the covers to reveal her own nighttime attire: a tight pink tank top. Emily's eyes were immediately drawn to the hard, bra-less nipples poking out through the thin, skin-tight material; almost as if they were asking to be suckled. Despite her momentary surprise, she felt her pussy moisten at the thought. "I thought we could sleep together tonight, sis," Cora said as she patted the empty mattress next to her. "We really haven't done that much since you decided that maybe butt-play wasn't your thing. Now that you've come back around to embracing the Wilder family tradition, I figured we could spend more nights together!" Emily knew that the simple invitation was probably far from all that her slightly older sister had in mind. Despite her reservations, she responded, "I guess that'd be okay. Although, honestly, I figured you'd be well on your way to your umpteenth orgasm by now. I know how much you love your nightly masturbation sessions!" "Of course I love them! What healthy young woman doesn't?! What did you think I was doing earlier when I said I was heading to my room to study? Although, I guess you were too concerned at the time to catch my subtle hint; what with mom's fist packing your backside with your pussy juice." "Yeah, I guess I missed the hint on that one," Emily agreed as she crossed the room to her sister's bed. She couldn't help but notice that her helpful sibling had already laid out their night plugs on her nightstand. They looked like a pair of large pop cans sitting on slightly narrower podiums. She assumed four and a half inch wide butt blaster was Cora's while the smaller three and a half inch thick anal trainer was for her. How thoughtful of her! "You did seem like you were enjoying yourself. I know I do when mom and I watch American Idolater every Tuesday and she works my butt over like that for an hour or so," Cora added wistfully as her younger sister climbed into the bed and under the covers with her. Cora had been laying on her side and Emily had joined her in a similar position so that the pair were now spooning. Cora moved her arm to drape over her sister's torso; managing to get her hand inside the loose top's arm hole - as Emily adjusted the sheets over them - to play with the naked breasts she found hiding underneath. It only took one hard pinch and a firm rolling motion to the first already erect nipple she found for Emily to moan softly and turn her head back to look into her sister's eyes from a distance of mere inches. Cora smiled down at the petite young woman sharing her bed before moving in for a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced and played with each other, soft moans of pleasure began to escape Cora's mouth to match those of her sister's. Emily's own groans of desire only grew stronger as the torment Cora was administering to her rock hard nipples grew in intensity. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 07 "And here I thought you actually just wanted to sleep," Emily managed to get out in between their tongue play and the cruel treatment her nipples were enduring. "Wrong again, little sister!" Cora corrected lustfully before shutting Emily up with even more powerful spit swapping. Emily's will dissolved submissively from her dominant sister's advances. After a few minutes of this loving abuse, the younger sister began to spread her legs open to give her fingers access to the dripping cunt between her slender legs. This was the opening Cora was looking for in her cunningly devised ambush. Relaxing her own legs, the three and a quarter inch wide, twenty-two inch long strap-on fixed to her waist sprang free and flung itself upwards to collide with an audible 'whack' against Emily's drenched pussy. Emily's eyes shot open at the unexpected impact and looked at her sister questioningly. To her credit, she neither paused in her passionate kissing nor pulled away from what was clearly a sizable phallus strapped to her sister's pelvis; knowing full well its intended target. Emily's eyes slowly closed again, in acceptance to her fate, as Cora moved her hips back and forth; causing the thick tool to massage her sister's engorged vaginal lips. "Could you give me a hand here, Em? My hands are kind of out of the way to help us much," Cora asked her sister softly before returning to their kissing. Without verbally responding or opening her eyes, Emily reached in between their bodies with her free hand and leaned forward. Finding the pre-lubricated shaft with her hand, she skillfully lined the brutally thick - for her tight and untrained ass at least - dildo up with her loosened sphincter and helped Cora guide the first few inches inside her needy rectum. Only a few slight gasps escaped Emily's lips as Cora fed more and more latex up her nether hole. With only about eight inches in total buried up her sister, Cora began a gentle back and forth fucking motion. She intended this to be a soft and extended lovemaking, not a brutal fucking like their normal sisterly activities seemed to revolve around. Of course, Emily had no idea of the true length of the twenty-two inch rectal rooter that she was soon to be fully impaled upon. To Cora's knowledge, the young waif had never peen penetrated that deeply before. She wondered how many inches she could fit into her younger and less experienced sister before Emily figured out that something special was happening. If she was a betting woman, she'd wager about fourteen inches. With the initial penetration accomplished, Emily reached her hand back to rest on her sister's hips. She pulled forward gently to encourage Cora to fuck her ass deeper. If only she knew how deep Cora's strap-on could force itself into her guts, she might not have been as eager. Trying to avoid tipping off Emily to her true plight, Cora continued her gentle rhythm; allowing her tool to penetrate a little deeper into her oblivious sister with each inward thrust. Emily only moaned with desire as the violation of her tight hole became deeper and deeper. Throughout it all, Cora kept her little sister distracted with their energetic spit swapping and the cruel manipulation of the younger woman's now very sore tits. After nearly five minutes of gentle butt reaming, Cora estimated that she was about twelve inches deep into her sister's most private orifice. Emily was out of her mind with masochistic desire. Over and over again she would beg her older sister to ram the huge butt splitter into her pert ass hard, fast, and without regard to her comfort or likely pleas for mercy; and over and over again Cora would refuse. It was a pace that Emily was unfamiliar with. Their parents and older sisters were fond of much more rigorous sex - especially where anal sex was concerned - and they had trained their daughters and younger sisters to both love and crave a vigorous rectal pounding; the more forceful the better. Because of this, Emily had yet to reach a single mind-blowing orgasm; and after five minutes of intercourse without one was something Wilder women were just not accustomed to. Cora could admit to herself that if the roles were reversed, she too would be going out of her mind in frustration. "Please, Cora!... Quit... teasing me!" Emily demanded in between Cora's slow, yet deep and deeper, thrusts into her bottom hole. "I need... to cum... so bad!" "Shhh, now baby sister," soothed Cora at the other woman's growing frustration. "Just let your big sister work out that tiny little bottom of yours. If you'd quit whining constantly about needing to cum so bad and just enjoy the nice fucking your big sister is giving you, you might actually come to like this," Cora lied. No Wilder woman alive today would willingly submit to such a slow and drawn out butt loving if they had the choice between that and a fast and furious anal pounding that could last the same amount of time. The latter was infinitely more productive in the creation of pleasure producing hormones. "But... Coraaaaaaaa!" cried Emily. "I need... to cum... so fucking... baaaaaaad!" "No buts!" Cora shot back. "You'll take your nice butt fucking like a big girl and you'll like it! Is that understood?" she said as she forced at least another inch of lengthy bottom plunging toy up her sister's horny backside. She pulled at Emily's raw nipple extra hard so that her sister wouldn't notice the deeper penetration which by now had to have been well past fourteen inches. Emily only groaned animalistically and arched her back to give her sadistic sister even more access to her poor tits; this had the added effect of also forcing another inch or so of thick latex up her back hole. In Emily's lust-filled mindlessness, she didn't even seem to notice. It's a good thing I didn't bet any real money on the fourteen inch mark, Cora remarked to herself. I think I'd have just lost my investment! Finally, after only three or so more thrusts, Emily started to notice something was up. Grunting in unanticipated discomfort as Cora's strap-on violated reaches of her colon that had never before known the taste of latex, Emily's eyes shot open to stare at her sister questioningly. "God, damn!... How long... is that thing... Cora?" she asked seriously. "Oh, only about twenty-two inches or so," Cora commented dismissively. "I borrowed it from mother's full length set earlier this evening. I figured you'd appreciate it!" "Twenty-two inches! Are you nuts!" Emily demanded as she actually got a full sentence out in a single breath. "I can't take anything that deep!" "Of course you can, you silly goose!" Cora said reassuringly. "You've already taken three quarters of it," she added as she thrust her hips forward more firmly than she had previously to split her sister's lovely butt by almost two full additional inches of the three and a quarter inch thick latex column. Emily cried out softly in pain and clamped her eyes tightly closed. Knowing that the cat was out of the bag now, Cora began to pick up the pace slightly and press forward more deeply with each slow and purposeful thrust. She knew from firsthand experience how uncomfortable the first few times were with truly deep anal penetration. Their mother had introduced her to the act only a few months ago as part of their more and more frequent training sessions. Cora had cried and begged her mother to stop as Laura had plunged the twenty-two inch long, three and three quarter inch wide dildo deeper and deeper into her sore and protesting bottom. Had it not been for Naomi's energetic cunnilingus - Laura had asked her middle daughter to assist in Cora's training that night - distracting her while their mother violated her deeper than she thought possible, she might actually have tried to get away. As it was, once Laura had bottomed the thick and incredibly long dong up her spasming butthole and started a truly grueling ram-fucking with her chosen tool, Cora found out how pleasurable truly deep anal violation could be. She's cum so hard and so long that night that Cora herself had requested her mother fuck her deeply during their next three training sessions. Laura had happily complied with her daughters requests for a time before finally denying them as she had more to teach the young girl than deep fucking with a mere three and three quarter inch dildo. So Cora knew how much Emily would appreciate what she was doing for her younger sister; as long as she could keep her distracted long enough to complete the soul-deep desecration of the younger woman's aching bottom. After a dozen more slow thrusts, Cora knew she only had a few inches to go before she was completely bottomed out in her sibling's butt. "Fuuuuuck!... Coraaaaaa!" panted Emily. "Stop! I can't... take anymore!" "Sure you can!" Cora responded quickly, not slowing her pace. "You only have an inch left to go!" Well, it was more like two, but who was counting, Cora corrected herself. "Nooooo... No more..." "Come now! Wasn't it you who demanded that I fuck you despite any protests you might utter?" Cora reminded. "It couldn't have been more than a few minutes ago. Surely, you haven't forgotten your request already?" "Not... what I... meant!" Emily grunted as the thick and realistically veined dildo started to ram into the bottom of her lungs on its never ending quest to get to the deepest point inside Emily's resisting body. "Please... stop..." "Nonsense! You're almost there," Cora said reassuringly. "Trust me. Once you get this all the way in you have a few solid cums, you'll be begging for this every night!" "Fuck you, Cora! Take it out!" Emily said vehemently, but made no move to try and escape the painfully deep violation of her tight backside. Undeterred by her sister's anger, Cora continued to force more and more of the thick shaft deeper and deeper into her now crying sister. She had cried too when their mother had penetrated her this deeply for the first time. "Trust me," Cora repeated. "I know it hurts the first time. Mommy only fucked me this deeply a few months ago and it hurt like Hell!" she confided in her agonized sister. "Just remember how much it hurt when mommy started stretching you back there in the first place, and now you're a certified anal masochist; just like the rest of us. And I know you've seen mother and Amanda take things deeper than this up their butts, so you know it's possible. So will you let your big sister make you feel good?" Emily bit her lower lip and breathed in and out brokenly a few times before answering, "Yes," very softly. Cora knew Emily's last defenses had finally fallen. "Good," she said and smiled down into the tear filled eyes of her favorite sister. With one final thrust of her hips, Cora buried all twenty-two inches of three and a quarter inch thick bitch tamer up the protesting backside of the youngest Wilder. Emily only groaned pitifully and the extreme violation of her shapely backside. "Good, girl!" Cora announced happily. "All twenty-two inches!" Emily only moaned brokenly. With her hips now flush with her sister's muscular butt cheeks, Cora asked, "Are you ready for your big sister to make all this suffering worthwhile?" Emily only nodded her head sharply and kept her tear filled eyes tightly closed as she dealt with the intense feelings of the organ-rearranging penetration of her rectal tract. Cora pulled her hips back about six inches or so before slamming the long faux-dick right back up to the hilt in her sister's bottom. Emily cried out in pain at the unexpected thrust. Not letting Emily recover from that first epic, tooth-rattling plunge, Cora immediately pulled out and pushed back in again. And again. And again! All Emily could do was cry out silently in agony at the immense violation. After a dozen or so thrusts, Cora could tell that the motion took noticeably less effort on her part as Emily's colon accommodated to this new and exciting way of anal intercourse. Emily's mouth still hung open silently as Cora continued the obscene desecration of her pert backside. Finally, Emily made a sound. Not a cry of anguish or a scream of pain, but a long, low groan of masochistic pleasure. Cora smiled to herself as a small part in the back of her brain paraphrased a line from a classic movie: Your journey to the Dark Side is now complete, young Wilder! Pausing momentarily in her rough fucking of her sister's now squirming butt, Cora slowly rolled Emily onto her front as she simultaneously lifted herself up onto her hands over her sister's back. Using her superior position, she spread Emily's legs with her knees to open the eighteen year-old's rearmost hole as wide as it could go and to align herself with the optimum angle to gain access to that orifice's deepest recesses. Pulling back a full foot, Cora paused only momentarily to look down and enjoy the sight of her thick tool splitting two toned butt cheeks before slamming all twenty-two inches of thick ass breaking latex back into her beautiful, redheaded sister. Emily only groaned with unabashed lust at the violent shove as her sister bottomed out once again. From that point onwards, the pace and viciousness of the ass fucking was what any self-respecting Wilder woman would appreciate. Emily had asked Cora to fuck her ass hard, fast, and without regard to her comfort or pleas for mercy. How could Cora refuse a request like that? She didn't. And as the pounding continued, and Emily was reduced to an orgasmed-out wreck, her only response to her older sister's frenzied pounding was to arch her butt to give Cora a better angle and to reach back with both hands to spread her cheeks to give her easier access. Welcome to the Dark Side, Emily, Cora thought. Welcome to the Dark Side... A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 08 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself via the CONTACT tab on my profile. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. The Dermott Clinic, Part I "G'mornin'! I'm Georgiana, and welcome to the Dermott Women's Clinic. Do y'all have an appointment?" asked the bubbly brunette receptionist with the deep southern drawl at the front desk of the clinic. "Good morning, and yes we do. Wilder: Laura, Cora and Emily," replied Laura. "We have 9:00 AM appointments for full physicals." The perky twenty-something receptionist chewed her lower lip in deep concentration as she navigated the software running on her monitor for a few seconds; deeper concentration than the simple task should have demanded. Obviously, clicking on a few buttons and greeting patients was stretching her simple mental capacity to its limits. Laura was certain that the young woman was in her present position more as eye candy than a productive member of the clinic's nursing staff. Her first impression of the young receptionist was only strengthened as she gazed down across the desk into the deep cleavage of the massive breasts that threatened to pop out of her tight, low-cut nurse's uniform. Laura was certain that if the woman moved too quickly, they just might. Despite her annoyance at having to deal with perceptibly stupid people, the affect of the bubbly young woman wasn't lost on her. Quick mental images of what she'd like to do to the buxom brunette if she had the chance flashed through her mind. "Ah yes! Here ya are. If I could just get y'alls thumb prints on the scanner, I'll check y'all into the computer here, and ya can have a seat," the empty-headed receptionist said cheerfully; her bulging breasts bouncing around deliciously as she motioned towards the scan pad located in front of her on the desk. The motion itself was way more jerky than it had any right to be; with mouth watering results. Laura tore her gaze from the woman's dancing mammaries to look Georgiana in the eyes once again. "Ah... Yes... Girls, she needs your thumb prints," she said in slight embarrassment as she scanned herself in first. Georgina only smiled more brightly. It was as if the phrase, 'My face is up here, pervert' had never once in her life occurred to her to say. It probably hadn't. "Thank y'all kindly," Georgina said as she turned every precious IQ point at her disposal to the monitor in front of her and tapped the keyboard a few times. Once again, Laura took the opportunity to gaze longingly down the woman's cleavage. Hey, Laura thought to herself, if you got it, flaunt it, I guess. "Alrighty," she announced proudly after a few seconds. "It found all y'alls records and yur checked in. If y'all could have a seat, a nurse will call ya back in a few minutes." "Thank you," Laura responded and turned towards the room's rows of comfortable chairs; thankful that she didn't have to listen to that bimbo's annoying accent anymore. Perhaps a nice big ball gag would do her wonders for her conversational skills... Come now Laura! Get your mind out of the gutter! she admonished herself firmly. You don't have to get your panties wet over every big-boobed bimbo you run across; if you actually wore panties that is. "Just your type, right mom?" inquired Emily with a smile on her face as the three Wilders found a trio of adjacent seats in the half full waiting room. "I think she's every woman's type," Laura replied quietly. "Just as long as she doesn't say too much that is." "She's certainly my type," Cora agreed as she glanced over her shoulder to watch Georgiana greet the next pair of women that were coming into the clinic with equal enthusiasm and air-headed devotion. "She can say whatever she wants!" "You can do better, honey," Laura told her daughter. "I'm sure she's dynamite in the sack, but what would you two talk about when you're not having sex?" "With a body like that, I don't think there would be much time we wouldn't be having sex; so I don't see the problem," Cora countered skillfully. "She has a point, mom," Emily agreed as her gaze followed her sister's to watch the receptionist's tits bounce around as she went about her entry-level job. Ah... To be young and dumb again, Laura thought. She didn't say anything further, in order to allow her two youngest daughters to peel the receptionist's tight clothes off with their eyes and mind-fuck the sexy brunette senseless. As Laura was observing the lust-filled expressions on the faces of her two teenagers, her phone beeped softly. The notification was immediately followed by a slightly painful stretching sensation as the Dilation Master XXL that Amanda had buckled into her mother's spacious bottom that morning sensed that Laura was no longer in motion. The ingenious device was one of a new line of 'smart' plugs being marketed by Anal by Design at the Women's Health and Wellness Expo. The model Laura wore today was one of the toys that her eldest daughter had brought home last night in her little bag of goodies. The Dilation Master XXL was designed to remain at a pre-programmed diameter to match that of a woman's normal daily plug; it would stay at this size as the wearer went about her day. This was the plug's Retention mode. However, as soon as she stopped moving - like, say: sitting at her desk, attending a management meeting, or waiting in a clinic's waiting room - the smart plug would sense the lack of movement and automatically start expanding itself into its Expanded mode. Of course, there were many safety features built into the device: It wouldn't expand while the wearer was driving; that could be dangerous. There were also built-in pressure sensors to ensure that, when enlarging occurred, the plug would not grow to dimensions that could physically damage the wearer. The plug's control app on Laura's phone also had an override button that would force the plug to contract to its normal Retention size. Optionally, this last feature could be disabled provided that at least one phone the plug was registered to keep this safety feature enabled. The plug's Expanded size could either be pre-programmed at the same time the Retention size was, or an optional Maximized mode was available. This setting would utilize the data recorded from the plug's pressure sensors to keep up a grueling outwards pressure on the enclosing rectum without regard to how large the plug actually got. This optional setting was what Amanda had set Laura's Dilation Master to after it had been safely locked in place. Her phone beeped yet again when the plug's expansion halted several seconds later. Laura groaned softly from the intense discomfort in her nether hole as she checked her phone. Dilation Master XXL Control Dashboard Laura's Plug: Mode: Maximized Dilation: 5.91" Duration: 0:00:06 DAILY ACHIEVMENT: UNLOCKED - You have been dilated past 5 7/8" today! Congratulations! Amanda's Plug: Mode: Retention Dilation: 5.5" Duration: 2:07:21 Damn! Amanda thought as she did some mental arithmetic. 5.91 inches is a little over five and seven eighths inches! This thing might have me at six inches in diameter by the time I get home tonight. Shit! I've only been at five and seven eighths inches as my maximum capacity for a day and a half now and I'm already getting wider? I guess my butt's remembering how wide it used to expand when Dave was still around. As her Laura's phone attested to, Amanda had joined her mother earlier that day by inserting one of the Dilation Masters she'd brought home up her own bubble butt. Both of them had registered each other's plugs with their phones so that they could monitor the other's progress throughout the day. Laura had to admit that it was fun knowing how wide-open her daughter was stretched at this very moment. She assumed since Amanda's plug was in Retention mode that she was up and moving around the Expo; chances were, the busy woman wouldn't have very many opportunities to experience the plug's Expanded mode today. Honestly, a normal dilation plug would have probably worked just as well for Amanda while she worked Anal by Design's booth at the Women's Expo. Although, the novelty of having an expensive digital toy up both their butts was fun! Laura closed her eyes and breathed deeper to accustom herself to the interesting sensation of being stretched past her previous maximum; it was a sensation she imagined she'd be feeling a lot over the coming weeks. When she opened them again, she felt she had the pain in her butt under mental control. The Wilder matriarch began to look around to give herself a chance to take stock of the familiar waiting room. Not much had changed since the last time she'd been here for a checkup a year and a half or so ago. Some of the posters, handouts and advertisements had changed, but the art on the walls and the overall décor hadn't. She picked up one of the folding handouts on the end table next to her. This one had an image of two identical looking young women in their late twenties holding hands on the front cover. The title read 'Do You Need a Corset?'. Laura looked again at the two women, who were identically dressed in light sundresses. Sure enough, the outline of a large anal violator lodged in her backside was clearly visible on the abdomen of the one on the right. Laura opened the pamphlet to glance at the pictures and read some of the text; mostly to pass the time until her name was called. On the left panel, both women were turned around and holding the other's sun dress up so that the bases of the pair's impaling daily plugs were clearly visible. The pamphlet went on to describe that the twin sisters had worn a matching pair of five inch wide, eighteen inch long plugs to go out shopping for shoes that morning. One had worn a corset and the other hadn't. In pictures and text, the handout went on to describe the benefits of harsh corseting in concealing the larger plugs that were the fashion these days. The right panel even had a step-by-step walkthrough on how to properly insert a five inch plug into a corseted woman. Laura's eye's lingered on the picture of the corseted sister's fleshy pink and wide open asshole just before her smiling sister filled it with the black latex plug. There was a local lingerie company's name at the bottom of the pamphlet along with a web address and a phone number. Well, duh! Laura thought to herself as she put the bi-fold back on the table. Tell me something I don't know! Picking up the next one, she scanned its front. The image was an old-school, green line-only technical-like schematic of what appeared to be a woman's intestinal tract filled with a large fuzzy mass that she assumed to be a plug. This one was titled, 'Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc.' Flipping it open, Laura scanned the informational document about using advanced mathematical modeling and proprietary algorithms to determine the maximum size of dildo that could be physically inserted. Interesting, she thought. Although I'm sure Dave has already had me open to the largest size my body can physically take. I don't need some geeky engineer telling me that I've already reached my maximum; I can feel it quite well enough when I get there, thank you very much! "Ever thought about having yourself checked out for that?" said a voice to the side. Laura looked up from her reading to note an attractive blonde woman sitting on the other side of the end table from her. She looked to be about the same age as Laura, but not quite as stacked in the curves department; although she made up for it by obviously being a workout junkie. "Pardon?" Laura answered at the unexpected small talk. "The Certified Capacity," said the other woman, holding up the same pamphlet Laura was flipping through. "My husband and I have been seeing advertisements for it lately and I was asking if you'd ever considered it. I'm Sandy, by the way. Please to meet you," she continued holding out her hand. "Laura," she answered, shaking the offered hand, "and no, I haven't," she said, putting the handout back on the end table. "I'm certain I am too, but Mark - my husband - wanted me to come in and have the screening done anyway. I think he just wants the validation that he's doing a good job with my wellbeing, to be honest," Sandy said, continuing the [mostly] one-sided conversation. Laura was slightly taken aback by the other woman's forwardness to a complete stranger. Discussions of such personal information were best left to the family, close friends, and the medical community. She was about to politely attempt to back herself out of the idle chitchat when a pleasant soprano announcement came: "Wilder? Laura Wilder?" Saved by the proverbial bell, Laura thought. She looked up and saw a pretty brunette nurse with a medical tablet standing in the half open door leading to the clinic's back area. Laura raised her hand to gain attention, made eye contact to let the nurse know she had heard her name called, gathered up her purse, and bid her two youngest daughters - who were still trying their best not to be too obvious while gawking at the bubbly receptionist - a quick goodbye. Smiling apologetically at Sandy, she got up and made her way towards the waiting nurse. As she did so, her Dilation Master XXL sensed that she was in motion again and obediently shrank back to its Retention mode; a healthy five and three quarter inches wide. Laura heard the notification sound from her phone in her purse as it did so. "Good luck in there," she heard Sandy comment as she walked away. "You too," she answered; glad to be away from her. As she approached the thirty-something nurse, she allowed her eyes to assess the attractive woman. She wore the same white, skin-tight, ultra-low cut uniform that Georgiana wore, although she didn't fill out the bust area quite as spectacularly. Not to say she was flat chested. Hardly! Laura's expert eyes estimated that her impressive bosom was very close to her own; somewhere in the 34FF or 36EE range. While Laura considered herself blessed in the tits department, some women - like the astonishingly dumb yet equally over-endowed Georgiana - hand her beat hands down. Just below her assigned nurse's womanly gifts, the uniform had a built-in, white, patent-leather corset that compressed and shaped her waist perfectly, while at the same time uplifted and pressed her breasts together to produce a glorious amount of cleavage. The corset, combined with the garment's low cut front, shaped the nurse's breasts into mouthwatering, fleshy orbs high on her chest and allowed just the hint of bottom boob to display as the cleavage separated just before the blouse finally came together. Laura had to resist the urge to bury her face in the pretty woman's chest and motorboat to her heart's content. Moving down from there, her wide, shapely hips filled out and complimented her voluptuous figure beautifully. Just below them, the uniform's tight skirt finally ended a few inches above her knees to reveal white stocking encased legs which ended in five or six inch white, patent-leather high heeled shoes that matched the corset perfectly. The end result was that Laura couldn't decide if the woman looked more like an incredibly sexy, yet professional, nurse or a leather-clad seraphim come down from on high. In actuality, it didn't really matter; the woman was a knockout! Though, while Laura didn't recognize this particular nurse, she was glad that the uniforms hadn't changed since her last visit; she'd always been fond of them. She actually had her own nursing uniform somewhere back in her closet at home; she'd bought it for Dave as an anniversary present a decade or so ago as he'd liked the uniforms just as much as she did. "Good morning, Mrs. Wilder," the angelic beauty said extending her free hand to Laura, "I'm Nurse Melissa and I'll be your assigned nurse for this morning's procedure." The wide smile and bright gray eyes that went along with the greeting sold Laura on her mental image of this Melissa as a heavenly being. "Hello, Nurse Melissa," Laura replied taking the woman's soft hand in her own and shaking it firmly. "And please, call me Laura." "It would be a pleasure, Laura. First names are so much better than all that normal formality, don't you think?" "I couldn't agree more, Melissa!" "Now if you'll follow me to the examination room," she said as she stepped back to open the door completely for Laura to enter. Laura smiled back and stepped through the portal to follow the enchanting, leather-clad nurse and almost ran into a young, blond nurse on her way out. "Hey!" the blonde in a matching uniform said in surprise. Although the uniform was where the similarities ended between the two nurses. While Melissa was tall and curvaceous, this new nurse was on the short side and obviously very muscular. Laura's nurse had breasts almost the size of her own, while Blondie had much smaller, but still respectable, D cups; by Laura's expert estimation. Most importantly, Melissa had a beautiful, warm, friendly face, the other nurse's was attractive - undoubtedly - yet cold and detached. "My fault entirely," Laura replied. "I just couldn't take my eyes off of your delightful coworker, Melissa, over there," she said with a quick wink towards the giggling brunette. Laura couldn't help herself but join her nurse in a soft chuckle. "You mean Nurse Melissa, ma'am," the blond said sternly, sucking all levity out of the situation. "Apology accepted. Please be mindful to watch where you're going; there's a lot of sensitive equipment around here!" she added and turned back towards the door to continue her mission. Subdued slightly in their schoolgirl-esque giggling, Laura and Melissa turned to head towards the waiting examination room. As they began walking down the hall, Laura quietly inquired, "What's up her butt?" "Whatever it is, it's nowhere big enough, I can assure you," Melissa said equally as quietly, but still smiling. "Don't worry. That's just 'Nurse' Lana; she treats everyone that way. All business, that one!" "Ah... So you're saying she just needs a proper fucking then?" Laura asked with a mischievous smile. "Don't we all?" Melissa questioned back with her own roguish grin, and then started giggling again. Laura found her nurse's laughter quite endearing. "Yes. Yes, I believe we all do," she answered, giggling herself. "Cora and Emily Wilder?" came an announcement from behind her. Laura turned her head to get a better, quick glance at this 'Nurse' Lana - who would evidently be performing the physicals on her daughters - and did a double take at what she saw. Stopping abruptly in her tracks, she snapped her head back around to Melissa - who had continued to walk a few paces before noticing that Laura had quit walking next to her- to look at the brunette nurse from this new angle. While, from the front, the nurses' uniforms looked identical to the ones they'd been wearing for years here at the Dermott Clinic, the backs had a slight, but significant, modification. The tight skirt now had a circular cutout that went from mid-buttock to mid thigh to reveal the white garters extending from the base of their corsets to the tops of their lacey, white stockings; and the bases of the sizable, black latex plugs buckled securely in place deep within their rectums by their white leather plug-straps and tiny, stainless steel padlocks. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 08 The ebony colored plugs were the only non-white element of their entire ensemble; which made the contrast all that much more profound. "Oh my! That's new!" was all Laura could get out past her astonishment at the nurses' scandalous outfits. "Oh. The cutouts?" Melissa said looking over her shoulder at the swell of her full bottom. "Yeah, they're relatively new here. The Dermott's decided to update our dress code about a year ago to keep pace with the newest trends in the medical community," she said matter-of-factly. "The idea is that we're all adults and medical professionals here, so we should be the last people to be ashamed of our anal training. Kind of a 'Lead by Example' mentality. "Actually, these modifications are based on a popular Italian design that's getting pretty common over in Europe. That being said, it took quite a while to get used to being on full display like this," she added with slight embarrassment. "This dress may be borderline passé in Rome or Paris or Milan, but it could get a girl arrested for indecency here in the States. Needless to say, we don't wear these out in public!" she added emphatically. "My goodness," Laura finally said as she rediscovered her ability to walk once again - her momentary concern about the sternness of the nurse assigned to her daughters forgotten by the shock of the new nursing uniforms - and started following Melissa down the hall; eye's welded to the nurse's well shaped bottom and the base of the obviously large plug locked inside it as they walked. "Am I getting that old and out-dated?" she asked the younger woman. "No. Of course not!" Melissa said as she glanced backwards to run her own eyes up and down Laura's body appraisingly. Her patient filled out every curve of her deep blue business skirt suit like it was a comfortable second skin. The slightly older woman moved with a cat-like grace that made walking around on six inch spiked heels look almost trivial; and the way the redheaded cougar's hips swayed as she walked... Melissa licked her lips in complete approval. "You look splendid! It's just that culture changes slowly; especially here in America. You have to remember: we're all basically descendants of immigrant pilgrims who were so uptight and religiously conservative that the British - of all people - kicked them out," she said with a smile. "Give us a generation or two and we'll catch up to those hoity-toity Europeans. "Of course, God only knows what they'll be up to in another thirty or forty years!" she added as both women again giggled softly. "No kidding! A conservative little black dress in Paris will probably consist of nothing but an enormous butt plug, nipple clamps and a few feet of dental floss!" Laura said as she laughed. "Now that would be interesting to wear!" Melissa said as she mentally pictured the beautiful woman before her in the described outfit. The thought made her bald, and not very well hidden, pussy moisten noticeably. "Ah, here we are: Room 34B," the pretty brunette nurse said as she directed Laura into the examination room. "If you'd please disrobe, we can get started with a few cleansing enemas," Melissa said as she ushered Laura into the room and closed the soundproof glass door. "Would you like me to help you undress?" she asked hopefully. "That would be lovely, Melissa," Laura answered wholeheartedly as her fingers began working the buttons to her form-fitting business suit's jacket. Melissa's smile broadened and she crossed the room to the undressing older woman and kneeled down to unzip the tight, deep blue skirt that matched the suit's jacket. Despite her familiarity with the position, she couldn't help but grunt softly as the massive plug locked into her nether hole repositioned itself inside her body and smashed into the base of her lungs. "Problems, Melissa?" Laura asked - knowing full well what had elicited the quiet grunt - as her jacket came off and she began working on her white silk blouse. "No, ma'am," Melissa replied unzipping Laura's skirt. With a quickness that she hoped didn't give away her desire to get the other woman naked, the skirt came down and she had her first glance at the base of the anal violator buried deep within her charge's well-toned bottom. As the latex base came into full view while she slid the skirt down Laura's muscular legs, she puckered her lips as its true size registered. This woman's anal wellbeing was well taken care of. Melissa wondered who her patient's current keeper was; Laura's medical records indicated that she was a widow. Yup, I'll be needing our extra-large equipment this morning, Melissa commented to herself with cool, professional consideration. Good! I was hoping that would be the case! She was about to unbuckle the massive latex plug from its hiding place before she noticed the small padlock on Laura's dildo strap's buckle. "Um... Laura, I hope you have the key for this." Not that it really mattered all that much; there were lock cutters in the drawer for just such occasions. Forgetting the key to a locked dildo strap was a daily occurrence here. It was an honest and innocent mistake a lot of women made. "Oh! Of course. It's in my purse. If you could be kind enough to fetch it for me?" Laura asked politely as she finished unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulder to reveal the strong, red velvet, boned corset underneath. The expensively constructed lingerie incorporated full cups to support and display her beautiful 34FF rack to maximum effect. It would actually have been easier for Laura herself to retrieve the key, but she loved hearing the pretty brunette grunting in discomfort as her plug shifted around. "Of course!" Melissa replied happily as she stood up to fetch her patient's purse; managing to come within inches of the swell of Laura's, mostly hidden, tit meat in the process. As she did so, the wide rectal dilator fastened deep within her bowels went about rearranging her internal organs as it repositioned itself. Laura was not disappointed at the soft sound of pleasure mixed with pain that escaped Melissa's lips; exactly at breast level! * * * "Nurse Lana, what's your button all about?" Cora asked as she watched the physically powerful blonde nurse strap her sister down to a gynecological chair identical to her own. "Oh this thing? It's for some ridiculous promotion we have to wear for one of our suppliers," she responded. The button read: Hi, I'm Nurse [ Lana ] Ask me about my Certified Capacity. I'm [ 69% ] there! Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc. "It says we're supposed to ask you about your 'Certified Capacity'. So may we ask, Nurse Lana?" Emily inquired, following her sister's lead. "No. No, you may not," Lana snapped. She was actually pretty embarrassed about her paltry sixty nine percent achievement and didn't like to talk about it; it was the lowest of any nurse working at the clinic. In actuality, she wouldn't even be that far along if it weren't for the numerous anal workshops the Dermotts insisted their nursing staff attended after hours. Lana wasn't particularly interested in her own anal training; she merely endured as little of it as she could in order to keep her position here at the Dermott Clinic secure. Lana didn't come from what polite society considered a 'proper' upbringing. Her mother had always been too busy whoring it up to teach her daughters much of anything; and she didn't even know who her father was. The fact that a woman who didn't like anal penetration at all worked for a clinic specializing in the anal wellbeing of women throughout the community was one of Lana's life's great ironies. "Lana..." began Emily again, but was interrupted by a sharp slap to the underside of her naked right breast. "Ouch!" "Please, Emily," the blonde said disapprovingly, "I've asked you before: Call me 'Nurse' Lana. Professionalism has to be maintained here!" she added, glaring down at the buck naked, and tightly bound, eighteen year-old. Emily stared up at the blonde nurse in surprise. Their mother never mentioned anything about spanking being involved during a checkup; butt, breast, or any other kind. "'Nurse' Lana, do all the patients get restrained like this," questioned Emily carefully as the heavy-handed nurse finished tightly securing the thick band of leather across the top of her chest; securing her to the adjustable gynecological chair. Having only recently become of age, and having never received a proper checkup, Emily was naturally curious about the procedures employed by the clinic. "Of course, Emily," Lana replied reassuringly as she collected the eighteen year-old's wrists to buckle them into the waiting cuffs just above and behind the bound girl's head. Emily had to bend her elbows about ninety degrees and stretch slightly for Lana to securely bind her arms out of the way. "We don't treat anyone of our patients any more special than the next one," the cool and collected young nurse continued as she went about checking and retightening this strap and that. "How long do we stay in these chairs, 'Nurse' Lana?" Cora asked curiously from her identically bound position in her own chair on the other side of the dual patient examination room. Both chairs where at a forty five degree offset from the other; pointing directly at the soundproof glass door - which also meant directly out into the well-etravelled hallway. "How long? Well, you'll be secured to your MGCs for the remainder of your physicals; which should take about an hour or two; depending on how much work we need to do with you," Lana said helpfully as she stood back, wiped the thin layer of sweat from her brow, and admired her handiwork. The perspiration annoyed her. Lana knew why the clinic's ambient air temperature was kept fairly warm: For the comfort of their naked and restrained clientele. Not that she approved in the slightest! Tightly bound women were in no position to complain about anything; anything at all. Cooler air would have made for much stiffer nipples on her patients; which in turn would have made for much more effective tit slaps when they inevitably misbehaved. No, Lana did not understand the Dermott Clinic's owners' - Doctors Nick and Veronica - insistence on the comfort of their patients. Surely, the comfort of their dedicated staff was of far greater importance! Resuming her inspection: Each naked girl was secured to one of the clinic's standard MGC units: Multi-purpose Gynecological Chair. In addition to their secured arms and upper chest straps, lower straps were firmly buckled below the girls' breasts, leaving the abdominal region free of anything that would only get in the way of the myriad procedures available here at the Dermott Women's Clinic. Cora and Emily's legs were bent ninety degrees at the knee and securely bound to the chair's adjustable legs; these were already positioned so that the girls' legs were pulled up and apart and their knees were almost six inches on either side of their toned stomachs. The chairs were currently inclined at a comfortable forty-five degrees. This was the best angle to initially secure a female to them; as well as conduct the cleansing enemas that were always the first step in any procedure conducted by the clinic. The seat portions of the device were actually mounted on a pivot with a nearly one hundred and eighty degree range of motion. The patient could be positioned anywhere from head up ass down, to ass up head down, depending on the requirements of the procedure that needed to be applied. The positioning of the MGC spread all of a woman's lower holes open for examination while the restraints permitted rigorous procedures to be performed without the [unnecessary] help of the patient. While the extreme spreading was primarily intended to provide unrestricted access to the anal region, both Emily and Cora's pussies were also pulled wide enough open to display the pink, wet folds of their inner flesh; their arousal clearly visible in the room's bright light. While there were many companies producing MGCs these days, the Dermott Clinic had secured a contract a few years ago with a smaller, locally owned company called Anal by Design to replace all of their aging MGCs - as well as their numerous attachments and optional equipment - with newer, top-of-the-line models. Lana was happy with the decision by the Dermotts to go with Anal by Design because she actually knew the co-owner, Amanda Wilder, from college. Humiliating, degrading and basically doing everything in her power to increase the woman's pain and suffering had been one of the highlights of her college career. Wait! Amanda Wilder? Wilder! Cora and Emily... Wilder? thought Lana as she quickly scanned her two charges' records on her medical tablet; the significance of their last name dawning on her at last. Holy shit! What are the odds of that! she said to herself as a fresh, evil smile grew across her face. Sure enough, the family field on their medical records read: Cora and Emily Wilder. Siblings: Naomi, Mary, and... Amanda! Lana knew there was a reason she'd gotten up this morning! "So it says here that you're the kid sisters of Amanda Wilder. Is that correct?" Lana asked finally glancing up from her tablet. "Yeah," Cora after a second. "Why?" asked Emily. Lana only laughed softly. "Wow. Talk about coincidence! I went to college with Amanda years ago! We were actually really good friends, even though I was in the medical track and she was in engineering," she lied. "We even had a few classes together and partied about every other weekend." (Translation: We never spoke outside of the one medical trial that we both participated in, and I really loved taking advantage of her. Now I need you two to trust me completely so that I can do the same to her kid sisters!) "Really?" both girls said in unison, their curiosity peaked. "I really don't remember Amanda being that much of a party girl," Emily finished. "Oh, she was," Lana said, weaving her lie expertly. "Those engineering-type people are pretty uptight most of the time, but get a few drinks in them and wow! They're a hoot!" And by that I mean boring, Lana reminded herself. "Nursing students however... well... we're a naturally sociable group. It's no wonder the engineers wanted to party with us," she said as her mind relived a few of the more... interesting... moments of her college career. "You don't need to tell your mother or sister about that though. We wouldn't want to get your big sister in trouble, now would we," she added smiling as best she could at the two young women. She could feel them warming up to her. Excellent... "We actually had most of our fun during a class for a clinical trial for Formula 24 that the campus was running. I was her assigned nursing student. I think we both got college credit out of it; or something like that." "She never told us about that," Cora said, obviously wanting Lana to explain what a clinical trial consists of. "No she didn't," Emily added, working in concert with her sister to try and pry some more details on a heretofore unknown chapter of their big sister's college days out of their nurse. "Well, it basically starts off with a machine called an Anal Agitator," Lana said as she began explaining the only truthful part of her college experience. As she did so, she reached behind herself to pull out a pair of latex gloves from the dispenser built into her butt plug. While she began pulling the gloves on, Emily stopped her in mid sentence. "Okay, wait a second, La... 'Nurse' Lana. Where did the gloves come from?" she asked. Lana stopped her reminiscing in annoyance. "It's not nice to interrupt people!" she said as she delivered three sharp slaps to the underside of each of Emily's perky tits. Emily yipped slightly as the first blow fell, and then rode out the remaining impacts in silence. Despite herself, Emily was too much like her mother not to enjoy the rough treatment of her breasts; unexpected as it was. For Lana's part, she couldn't wait until Cora started screwing up. The much larger breasts the elder sister sported were just begging for harsh punishment! As she finished her impromptu corporal reprimand of the younger sister, she realized that these two girls were new and didn't know about some of her uniform's more interesting features. "The gloves you were asking about? Well, all the nurses' plugs have a latex glove dispenser built into them. That way we're never far from them when they're needed," she explained. To emphasize her point, she turned around and bent over to give the two young women an unobstructed view of her painfully plugged ass and her perpetually moist vaginal lips, which were fully exposed just underneath. Two fingers of the next glove protruded from the hole in the base of her sizeable plug; ready for dispensing. "You should be proud," she went on as she stood back up and turned around - a small grunt escaping her lips as she did so. "Your sister's company designed them; along with the MGCs you're strapped to right now." "Really?" asked the girls in unison. "Oh yes. Her company designed a lot of the equipment you'll soon be experiencing here at the clinic," Lana continued. "You should really compliment her on her creativity and ingenuity!" she said sincerely. Lana had no problem giving praise where praise was due. "Now hush up so I can tell my story and get your dilation disks installed for your first set of enemas." Dilation disks were basically inch thick plates of latex with a groove along the edge and holes in the center. The groove was for a woman's sphincter to rest in and the holes were for inlet and outlet enema hoses to be attached to. As was standard practice, each of the eighteen year-olds were soon fitted with a disk equal to the size of the daily plug they had entered the clinic with: Three and a quarter inches for Emily and four and a quarter inches for Cora. As Lana went on to describe, in vivid details, how their big sister had been anally pulverized by the Agitators every week, Cora and Emily listened with great interest. She only had to embellish Amanda's enjoyment a little to keep them spell-bound. They were so caught up in the story that the only sounds they made were the occasional moan or groan as Lana inserted the thick disks into their anuses and then worked the long inlet hoses deep into the girls' rectal tracts for their high colonic enemas. * * * "Pretty cool addition to our uniform, huh?" Melissa asked as she stood up and turned around to put her latex gloves on. While Laura had found her nurse's plug to be an interesting storage space for office supplies, she'd already discussed their design with Amanda a few years ago while they were being developed. The plugs themselves were actually hollowed out along their entire length. The inner walls of the plugs were reinforced by a harder plastic to make up for the lack of a solid core of latex. The mouths of the plugs were threaded so that any number of 'covers' could be screwed in. The base model was a simple lid to secure items inside the rectal cavity. Amanda's initial idea was to incorporate the plugs into swimwear so that women would have a secure place to store their valuables while at the beach. The design with a lockable lid came next; so that the valuables stored inside the woman's body were even more secure. From there, Amanda had conceived many variations on this basic theme: purse, toiletry container, small suitcase, wine cooler, soda can dispenser, massage oil dispenser... by now, Anal by Design had hundreds of options available to their customers, all stemming from the same basic design. As such, a latex glove dispenser was less of a novelty to Laura than it probably should have been to someone who had never actually seen the model before. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 08 "Yes, they are," she answered. "What won't they think of next?" Laura had been more interested in trying to judge the diameter of the plug sealed within her new friend's rectum but had been distracted by the sight of the nurse's cleanly shaven, and visibly dripping, pussy lips. Laura unconsciously licked her own lips with curiosity as she wondered how the pretty brunette tasted; probably not as good as Emily; but then again, nobody did. Pulling up and taking a seat on a nearby stool at last, Melissa grimaced as her full weight came to rest on the plug embedded deeply in her rectum. She used her weight to pull the stool closer to her patient, situating herself between Laura's widely spread legs and holes. Laura smiled down at her pleasantly. Pumping some pre-warmed lubricating gel onto her latex-clad hands from the MGC's dispenser, Melissa admired the widely gaping hole leading into the depths of Laura's abdomen. With the lubricant evenly distributed up to her wrists, she wasted no time in sinking both hands up Laura's backside. Laura groaned in pleasure at the intrusion into her previously empty hole. While not technically a part of the procedure, Melissa just had to put something up Laura's amazing asshole. She made sure the impromptu fisting was a quick one as she breathed deeply from the older woman's growing musk of arousal. Not that Laura would ever complain about her breach of protocol. Trying to regain some of her professional composure, Melissa said, "I'm just lubing you up a little so I can install your dilation ring." Regretfully, she removed her hands from the stretchy chasm and began massaging the lubricant into the rectal sphincter like she was supposed to. This was accomplished by taking the ring of loose muscle between fingers and thumbs and rubbing firmly in circular motions all around its perimeter. She allowed this process to last a little longer than it was supposed to, but Laura seemed to be enjoying it; the older woman's cruelly restrained hips where moving in small circles around her working fingers. This first stage complete, Melissa picked up the selected five and three quarter inch dilation ring and began to press it home passed Laura's recently massaged sphincter. Despite the obvious training that asshole had undergone in the past, getting any disk this size secured into a woman's bottom took skill and patience. Looking down between her restrained and widely spread legs, past her equally spread and now clearly leaking cunt, Laura watched the brunette nurse as she secured the wide dilation disk into her well stretched sphincter. The bound redhead was enjoying the sight of her brunette nurse's large tits being pressed together and kneaded delectably by her biceps as she worked. It was then that she noticed the button pinned to the front of the nurse's lapel. It read: Hi, I'm Nurse [ Melissa ] Ask me about my Certified Capacity. I'm [ 90% ] there! Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc. Certified Capacity? Laura thought. That's what I was reading about in the lobby. Deciding to bite on the hook of shameless advertising, she asked: "So you're ninety percent there, huh?" "Hmm?" the distracted woman asked initially. Then, looking down at her swelling chest and remembering her button, "Oh! Yes: ninety percent," she said proudly. Then, "Damn it!" as she accidently pushed the dilation disk all the way through Laura's sphincter and into her colon, causing the bound woman to jump at the unexpected penetration of her bottom hole. "Sorry about that, these things are tricky." It was an easy task to turn the disk sideways, extract it, and try again. "But yes, my maximum capacity is now ninety percent of my Certified Capacity," Melissa said as she again started to concentrate on the task at hand. "Which means what in inches?" "Umm... Oh, sorry. I'm distracted. Six inches is my current maximum dilation; six and three quarters is my Certified diameter. Have you ever had your Certified Capacity tested?" "Six and three quarters? Wow, honey! That's pretty big!" Laura said in amazement as she took a second look at the nurse's figure. She couldn't quite imagine something so massive being shoved up the pretty brunette's backside without a hospital visit to follow immediate afterwards. "And no I haven't. I've read a little bit about it though." "Well, it's fairly new. You can read all about the science behind it online, but they basically take elasticity measurements, age, family history, body type, x-rays, MRIs, and a few other data, feed it all into a program developed by the tech wienies over at Anal Dynamics, and bam! The maximum size you can be dilated to before risking serious injury. "Got it!" proclaimed Melissa suddenly as the thick dilation disk seated itself correctly inside Laura's stretched anus. Laura jumped slightly as she was once again stretched to the size of today's daily plug. She had to admit that the sensation of having just her asshole widely expanded while the rest of her rectum was basically empty was odd; but then again it always was when the nurses at the Dermott Clinic preformed the necessary high colonic cleansing enemas. "And you'd be surprised at the calculated diameters the Certified Capacity program come up with, Laura. Someone with your beautiful bottom and stretchy sphincter? Why, I'd honestly be shocked if it calculated anything less than seven whole inches!" "Seven inches! Melissa, don't toy with me. That's huge!" Laura commented seriously. For all her late-husband's efforts to ensure his loving wife was properly cared for and experienced a deep fulfillment in their relationship - which translated into ever-increasing, and increasingly painful, anal penetrations - Laura hadn't really come all that close to a seven inch dilation. To hear the possibility that her anal opening could be stretched to that extreme sounded preposterous! "Well, we're a registered Anal Dynamics partner. We can schedule you in for a screening as part of your physical, if you'd like," the brunette nurse said with a twinkle in her eye. "Personally, I'm really interested in finding out what science says we can fit up inside you," she added as she caressed the bound redhead's bottom around the perimeter of the installed dilation disk. "I don't know," said the busty, reclining woman. "Is it really all that accurate?" "It has a great track record so far," Melissa said encouragingly. "You've met out perky receptionist, Georgiana, right?" "She's hard to miss," Laura replied dryly. "Well, she's one of the youngest women in the country to have reached her Certified Capacity," Melissa stated proudly. "Of course, the rich little tart spent almost eighteen months in a Spanish anal expansion clinic on the Mediterranean to accomplish it, but it's still impressive none the less. Would you like a demonstration?" "A demonstration? What's involved in that?" Laura inquired skeptically "Well, since she spent so much effort expanding herself, she prefers to be kept dilated to the maximum at all times. That's one of the reasons she's just a receptionist - well, that and she's as dumb as a box of rocks - instead of a nurse. Being a nurse means being on your feet all the time. With the sizes we're talking about, that just isn't possible." "You're telling me that the blonde bombshell manning your front desk is mounted on some kind of maximum - "Certified" - capacity dildo? Oh, this I have to see!" "I'll arrange it!" Melissa said as she tapped a request into her tablet. * * * Lana had just finished describing how much fun she had had wheeling their oldest sister around campus with a maximum capacity dilation dildo working copious amounts of F-24 into her tenderized anal cavity. She found it particularly arousing that she'd now had the pleasure of playing with three of the Wilder girls' defenseless butts. Who knows, she thought; if karma keeps up like this, I may get through the whole family! But playtime was over - it was time to get back to the serious work. "I'm sure you've had high colonic enemas before at home, girls," Lana went on as she finished feeding the thin, thirty six inch inlet tube deep into Emily's squirming backside, "But here at the Dermott Clinic, we believe in very high colonic enemas to clean our patients out ." Cora had already been hooked up to the plumbing before Lana had started on Emily. Now with both young women ready to go, the sadistic nurse stepped back and brought up the MGCs' controls on her medical tablet. She knew, coming from the same mother as the legendary Amanda Wilder, that the two youngest Wilders could probably take a bit higher pressure than a normal cleansing enema called for. Bringing up the MGC's enema attachment's settings screen on the tablet, she keyed in the supervisor's override code - that she wasn't supposed to have - and unlocked the higher pressure levels. Whistling a happy tune, Lana set the enema pressure for thirty percent over the allowed maximum, adjusted the temperature to its highest safe level, and pressed the Execute button. She then stood back to watch the show as the girls' abdomens began to fill with water. "I realize this is your first time for a checkup here at the Dermott Clinic, so I've selected a medium pressure level for your cleansing enemas. I wouldn't want you two to feel too uncomfortable on your first visit; we want you to come back to us, after all," Lana said with an evil smirk. "Thanks, 'Nurse' Lana," Cora said sincerely as she felt the rising pressure in her guts as the water continued to flow in, but not out. "You're welcome. If you'd like, I can set it up in the system so that you come to me on each of your visits in the future. Since I have such a long history with your sister, I'll be sure to take excellent care of you two." "That would be great," Cora said as the pressure slowly built up. "Excellent! I just need your thumb prints on the request forms," Lana said as she moved behind the MGCs to collect her new assigned playthings' agreements; sealing their fates for their futures at the Dermott Clinic. "Now just sit back and relax and let the enemas clean you out." Cora and Emily were still getting used to the odd sensations of water filling their colons from depths that almost reached their small intestines, when they started to notice the unexpected heat that was creeping into their guts. They soon discovered first hand that Lana had set the temperature of the flow to almost scalding. "Could you turn the temperature down a little bit, Lana?" Cora asked as she squirmed in futility at her bonds; trying to escape the water that was rushing into her colon. "I think you have it a little bit too hot." Lana smiled happily as she stepped over to the black haired beauty, who was helplessly bound and defenseless, only to deliver half a dozen hard, open-handed slaps to the underside of the girl's round, young 34Ds; three to each breast. She kept the spacing of her strikes far enough apart to give herself ample time to admire the athletic beauty's boobs as they rippled and danced under the solid impacts. Cora cried out in surprise as the blows landed. "That's 'Nurse' Lana, my pretty little patient!" she scolded firmly. "I swear! Did your mother not teach you any respect for authority figures?" she added, shaking her head sadly as she idly played with Cora's now very stiff nipples. "And of course the water is a little warm! Whoever heard of a cold enema doing any good for anybody?" "I'm sorry, 'Nurse' Lana!" Cora said quickly, fearing more slaps to her tender breasts. "But please, 'Nurse' Lana, just turn the temperature down a tiny bit?" "Nonsense, girl! I'd be remiss in my duties if I did that," the sadistic blonde said, giving Cora's nipples a good, final pinch. "Now be good little patients and let the enemas clean out those dirty asses yours. I'm beginning to wonder if either one of you has ever received a proper enema in your entire lives." Properly mollified, the youngest Wilder sisters sat silently as their bellies filled with hot water. Lana walked round and round the pair observing the readings on her medical tablet and watching the two teenage stomachs begin to bloat noticeably. It took less than a minute for the preset pressure to be achieved and the outlet ports begin to empty the slightly dirty water out of the bound young women. However, the inlet ports continued to pump water in at the same rate that water was being allowed to exit, so the pressure was maintained at a constant level. The heat from the scalding enemas was causing the pair to turn red and begin perspiring all over their bodies as their internal temperatures began to spike. Cora first, followed quickly by Emily, began to moan quietly at the intense flushing. The corner of Lana's lips twitched with pleasure at the two eighteen year-olds' suffering. Laying her tablet aside, the toned nurse stepped between the suffering girls and placed a hand on each of their sweaty tits. Her fingers found their hard nipples and began rolling them harshly between index finger and thumb. This only amplified the moans escaping the two severely bound young women as the new and painful sensations emanating from their boiling colons mixed with the familiar pain being inflicted on their nipples; pain their bodies knew how to process. Lana wasn't surprised at all to see both women's hips begin to gyrate slowly despite their blistering, high-pressure enemas. "See? I think you're both starting to enjoy yourselves," Lana said as her hands moved to the other two neglected nipples to continue administering her agonizing areola manipulation. "How... How long does this last?" asked Emily, and immediately braced herself as she realized, too late, that she forgot to properly address the strict nurse. A dozen, slow, firm slaps rained down on Emily's and then Cora's exposed and defenseless tits. Lana took her time delivering each blow; ensuring her aim was perfectly placed. "How many times do I have to remind you both?" the blonde nurse asked in exasperation as her blows fell. She took her time and reveled in the sight of the firm, teenage tits jiggling from the powerful impacts. "It's 'Nurse' Lana! From now one, if one of you forgets, both of you suffer the consequences! And it was only scheduled for fifteen minutes, but I think you've earned yourselves an extra five." Cora looked like she was about to protest, but stopped herself short. "Did you have something to say, young lady?" Lana asked sternly as she resumed the firm rolling of the girls' tender nubs. "No, 'Nurse' Lana!" Cora said quickly. "I didn't think so," the certified bitch said as she concentrated on playing with the girls' stinging tits. God! Emily thought to herself. I think I hate going to the doctor's office! * * * "Well, that was just lovely," Laura said as the last of the lukewarm water drained from her squeaky clean colon. "I've always found the high colonics given here to be a bit uncomfortable, but I really enjoyed yours!" "Why thank you!" beamed Melissa. "I've had a lot of practice over the years; if you hadn't noticed," said the flirty nurse as she curtsied slightly and motioned with her hands at the white nurse's uniform she had virtually painted onto her curvy body. "Oh! You're a nurse!" Laura said equally as flirtatiously. "I hadn't discerned that," she added and started to giggle. "Well, if you'd stop staring at my rack long enough to notice my whole outfit, you might have made the connection before now!" Melissa said, joining the older woman in her musical laughter. "But I like your tits," Laura said defensibly. "They're gorgeous and all but popping out of your dress. What's not to like?" "Yours are pretty stunning too," Melissa responded as she gently pinched the closest nipple of the severely bound redhead. Laura's breath sucked in quickly at the soft touch; her back arching to give the nurse better access; not that she achieved much as restrained to the MGC as she was. "If you're going to do that, baby, do it right," Laura demanded in her best 'smoldering temptress' voice. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. Is this more to your liking, ma'am?" Melissa asked as she reached over and took both hard nipples in her fingers and rolled them around cruelly. "That's better," the reclining cougar cooed as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations coming from her favorite pain points. Melissa swore she could visibly see her patient's already well lubricated pussy grow wetter still. She made a mental note of the apparent way that Laura liked her nipples treated; information like that could come in handy down the road. "Ahem," coughed the sweet brunette nurse. Reluctantly, she released the large, pink nubs from her grasp and tried to interject a shred of professionalism back into the room; an attempt which failed utterly. "Let's get that disk out of you so we can move on to the next phase," she said as she crouched down and started removing hoses; grunting audibly as she did so. "More problems?" asked Laura playfully in response to the soft sound of discomfort. "No, it's just," Melissa started to answer, before she realized she was being toyed with. Playfully, she swatted the widely spread woman on the inner thigh; inches from the dripping cunt that was at her eye level. Laura jumped slightly at the swat; replying, "Hey!" and smiling. Having gotten her point across, Melissa returned her attention to extracting the five and three quarter inch dilation disk from her patient's relaxed anal ring; a process much easier than installing it in the first place. With a soft, wet sucking noise, the disk came free of the reclining woman's asshole; leaving an impressive gaping portal, some five inches across, leading deep into the recesses her wet, pink innards. Melissa could see almost a foot into her new friend's lightly tanned body before the folds of flesh obstructed her view. Placing the used latex disk aside for later cleaning, Melissa picked up her next implement of rectal maintenance from the nearby counter: a huge, stainless steel speculum with four expanding blades. Squirting lubricant onto her free hand, she spread the viscous liquid evenly along the length of each blade before lining up the imposing looking tool with Laura's still widely gaping nether hole. Laura's breath sucked in quickly as Melissa began pressing the cold metal of the extra large anal speculum's expansion blades into her widespread and pre-dilated ass. Emily was right - she thought, remembering her daughter's earlier comment from last night - there really is no other reason than pure, unadulterated sadism that nurses don't warm these things up before shoving them into some poor woman's backside - ice cold! The bound woman's reaction wasn't lost on Melissa as she pushed even more unyielding steel into Laura's loose rectal chute. "Sorry about that," she said as she expertly twisted and turned the twenty inch long anal expander around the bends and past the corners of her patient's well-stretched colon. "I honestly don't know why we don't warm these things up first. I guess it's just a medieval tradition that we in the medical community feel is worth continuing." Actually, she added silently to herself, that basically sums up the situation pretty accurately. "Well it's a tradition that I think is long overdue for extinction!" Laura said and gasped again as the pretty nurse worked the tips of the speculum blades past a particularly difficult spot deep within her guts. Melissa could feel her stunning patient tensing slightly at the cold touch of the speculum's blades. Not wanting her charge to feel uncomfortable, she let go of the half inserted tool with her lubricated hand and brought it up to begin massaging Laura's protruding clitoris. The extra encouragement wasn't totally necessary, and she actually rarely did it; except for in the occasional instances where her patient was freaking out or something. Melissa just wanted to ensure Laura was as relaxed as possible around her. As the bound and gaping woman's tension quickly melted away - and Melissa hear a soft sigh of contentedness escape Laura's lips - she knew she'd succeeded. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 09 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Author's Notes: I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce Mary Wilder and a few more characters that 'may' (cough, cough) be showing up in the main story line before not too much longer. I'd also like to showcase some of the more extreme examples of everyday anal dilation that exist in Europe at the same time as the Wilder clan is living it up back in the New World. If you'll remember, public indecency is still a criminal offense in the States; not so much in most of Europe. Even though this story actually takes place in the UK, all measurements are in Imperial (US) units for the ease of my American readers. Anyone used to the Metric system will have to forgive me. Because we all know that us crazy, backwards Americans will never give up our yards! [American] Football would never work in centimeters... And fear not! Laura and the girls will return in the next chapter to complete their long overdue physicals... Across the Pond, Part I At the same time that Laura and her two youngest daughters were undergoing routine physical examinations at the Dermott Women's Clinic, on the other side of the pond, Mary Wilder – Laura's second oldest daughter – and her fiancée, Victoria Marie Deveraux, were just finishing up their day at work. Victoria worked as the Head Mistress for Saint Patty Parker's Finishing Academy in downtown Nottingham, while Mary was her personal executive assistant. The pair had actually met at Saint Patty's eight years ago while the then eighteen year old Mary was attending as a student and thirty-one year old Victoria was teaching the Personal Ambition and Morality course. Mary had a full ride scholarship as part of the court settlement from her accident. Victoria was only teaching as a side job after she'd graduated from law school. Nevertheless, Associate Mistress Deveraux and Miss Wilder had taken a liking to each other almost immediately. Neither one of them had expected that they'd still be wandering the halls of Saint Patty's so many years after they'd originally intended the school to be nothing more than a stepping stone to bigger and better things; but opportunities come from where you least expect them. Life is funny that way. Saint Patty's is a world-renowned finishing school devoted to instructing young women in fine society, art, music, proper behavior, self respect, and personal motivation. Many of the most successful female political and business leaders throughout the world darkened the doors of Saint Patty's in years past; including the CEO of Macrosoft, the Vice President of the United States, and the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Eighteen and nineteen year olds worldwide compete for openings in the school after they graduate from secondary school; or high school as it's called in America. Students normally graduate after a single year and then move onto institutions of higher learning; more often than not with generous scholarships already lined up; although some students find that attending Saint Patty's for a second year better prepares them for adult life. Of course, as society has evolved from generation to generation, so has Saint Patty's: As a direct result of that, proper anal etiquette has been a major part of the curriculum for decades. A respectable degree of anal dilation is expected from all young women before they are ever granted acceptance; even with the knowledge that each girl's nether opening will get significant attention throughout their continuing education. During Mary's single year as a student, her maximum capacity increased at a faster pace than it had since she'd first begun anal training with her mother when she'd come of age. Of course, Victoria's own backside was never missing out on any action either. As Saint Patty's firmly believes in leading by example, all the mistresses spend almost as much time in the school's extensive Detention Hall as the students do. That year was also Victoria's first year as an associate mistress at Saint Patty's. Because of that, she and the other two first-year mistresses had daily punishment and dilation sessions scheduled from 06:00 AM to 08:00 AM; Monday through Friday. Unluckily for Victoria, her first class didn't start until 10:00 AM, so she normally spent an additional hour or so as Senior Mistress of Corrections Svetlana's personal project; the 08:00 AM hour was generally pretty slow in the Detention Hall, after all. Despite the additional pain and suffering she'd undergone, she couldn't argue with the results. Even to this day – though Chief Mistress Svetlana now technically works for Head Mistress Victoria – Victoria has given the older woman a free rein on the training regime for Saint Patty's head mistress; it's a setup that Victoria only regrets occasionally, but has never once tried to reverse. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 09 Alicia smiled to herself and walked a little faster. A small gasp escaped her own lips as the studded plug buried up her own ass ravaged her tender hole harder. Despite herself, she felt her exposed nipples hardening even more at the sensation. Being a live-in anal plaything to a sadistic mistress had its advantages too. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 09 Sensing the emptiness between her cheeks, and feeling the cool breeze suddenly touching places that a breeze has no place touching, she quickly set the plug aside and grabbed the conveniently placed pump bottle of extra strength anal lubricant. Pumping several globs into her right palm, she reached around and began applying a liberal coating of the viscous fluid to her gaping nether hole. Satisfied that the outside was well lubricated, the hand quickly disappeared up Victoria's pert backside as she worked the anal gel into all the nooks and crannies she could reach from her less than ideal position. Victoria spent a few minutes opening herself up a little wider with her fist; in the way she'd been taught by her mother so many years before. Satisfied that her tender hole would prove no defense against the imposing mass of the latex dildo mounted on the rear of her personal Re-educator, she remorsefully removed her hand from the inside of her ass and wiped off the excess lubricant. Positioning herself over the proud anal punisher, she lowered herself down until the tip pressed against, and then quickly through, her well-trained sphincter. With practiced ease, she fed the entire length of the thickly-veined, monster girl pounder up her spacious anal cavity before her wet and horny pussy came to rest on the machine's small seat. Sliding her feet underneath her and into the waiting stirrups at the machine's rear, she heard the familiar clicks as the plastic rings locked onto her small ankles. She pulled the waist strap across her corset reduced midsection and tightened it firmly. Until the Re-educator released the locking mechanisms, Victoria wasn't going anywhere. She had just finished programming the devious computerized machine to run at 90% maximum power for twenty-five minutes at 75% dilation width, while steadily increasing to 80% as the time span ran down, and pressed the Execute button when the phone on her desk went off. God damn it! God damn it! God damn it! She cursed to herself as she felt the massive mechanical anal wrecker withdraw from her impatient back hole. She yelled, "Accept!" and, "What?" into her empty office, knowing that Mary would be on the other end of the line. The edge was quickly taken off of Victoria's anger as the motorized rectal plow beneath her quickly reversed its direction and buried itself deep into her guts, eliciting a soft, "Oh God, yes!" from between the restrained woman's lips. The connection just as quickly established itself and Mary informed the Head Mistress that the home-ec class was on fire due to a failed attempt at lobster bisque, and that the fire department was en route. What the fuck!? Victoria exclaimed to herself vehemently as she felt the Re-educator's huge tool make another half a dozen laps though her intestines. She was tempted to just say fuck it and let the class's regular mistress deal with the situation; which would allow her own needy bottom to receive the relaxing treatment it so desperately wanted. Another dozen laps of dildo fucking went by and the Re-educator was noticeably starting to pick up its pace. As much as she wanted to, Victoria couldn't pawn a situation like this off on her employee; who was probably freaking out as it was. "Fine!" she stammered out in a low moan. "Send the override codes to my Re-educator; I'm running it through a test cycle and probably shouldn't leave it running." Victoria managed to get out with a barely noticeable stutter that was in perfect rhythm with each time the deliciously large dildo bottomed out inside her ass. Mary giggled knowingly, acknowledged the order, and cut the line. What should have taken Mary three seconds to do, took closer to forty-five seconds before the humming machine on which Victoria helplessly perched beeped its interrupt chime, wound down, and became motionless. By this time she had already hauled out one of her succulent breasts and was munching on the very erect nipple as her first orgasm was about to crash over her – and then didn't as the belts and clasps of the machine released and the massive intruder receded from her spasming hole. Oh, what the fuck! Victoria screamed to herself! Not again; that's three times in one day! God damn it all to hell! Before she had even had a chance to catch her breath, Victoria had collected her frazzled wits, smoothed out her crinkled skirt, inserted a slightly larger six and one eighth inch plug in her slightly more stretched out anus, and ran out the door to try and beat the fire department. With her mind back in her bedroom again, Victoria took another look at the huge self-help rectal relaxer held in her hands and shook her head again. Placing it back on the bed she reached for the next size up. This six and a half inch model was the second biggest she had lain out; not her biggest, but getting closer. She bit her lip and contemplated on whether or not her day had been rough enough to warrant such a huge toy so early in the evening. Her hesitation was only momentary as she whole heartedly agreed that it had been! She repositioned herself slightly and brought the huge faux-dick around to its waiting and pre-lubed destination. Victoria gasped out loud as she began working the incredibly thick toy into her orgasm-deprived back door. It wouldn't have been quite so needy if she'd had a chance to return to her office closet to complete her Re-educator's 'self test', but the remainder of the day was consumed with discussions with the fire department, police and insurance company and paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Of course, Mary had had a much more vigorous afternoon. Her little stunt with waiting over forty five seconds before turning off Victoria's personal Re-educator had taken the Head Mistress to the limit of her sanity and patience, and so the buxom redheaded secretary had found herself mounted on that very same machine set at overdrive and 95% dilation capacity. She'd been a moaning and sputtering heap of flesh when Victoria finally turned the machine off when it was time to go home. It had taken Victoria quite a while to manhandle Mary into her wheelchair – and onto its waiting plug – but Mary herself wasn't going to be of any help for a long time. And so Victoria finally came back to the present again. Her day was ruined, but it was getting better with each gloriously wide inch after gloriously wide inch that worked its way up her rectal tract. She cried out softly as more and more of the dildo sunk home, twenty two inches of thick latex finally bottoming out impressively deep into the massively-titted off duty Head Mistress; she knew it had bottomed out properly when she felt it bump into the base of her lungs. Rolling onto her stomach, Victoria reached back with her other hand to grab the long handle of the well-constructed tool. With both hands, she began fucking the painfully wide butt stretcher in and out of her yearning ass and was soon greeted with the beginnings of a long denied orgasm. As horny as she was, the orgasm took less than a minute to hit her full force and she buckled in the throes of anal bliss, dropping the handle as she rolled on with the waves of her pleasure. All too soon the pleasure receded and the yearning of her horny ass was not the least bit sated. Well, this won't work at all, Victoria grumbled to herself as she reached back again to get her butt buster back in motion. I'm too horny to even pleasure myself properly, she complained. Then a thought crossed her mind. Leaving the half-inserted butt-wrecker sticking out of her bottom, Victoria reached over to her nightstand for her phone. Navigating through the avatars of her friends, family and coworkers – most of which were images of the person in one compromising position or another – she found the avatar for her twin sister, Antoinette. This particular image was a point-of-view video still that Victoria had taken with her phone of her sibling a few weekends ago during Family Time on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Her sister was naked and lying back with her knees behind her shoulders and her hands spreading her toned butt cheeks wide apart while her Victoria's extra-large ebony strap-on was in mind-stroke up Antoinette's over-stretched and puffy red anus. The beautiful mirror image of herself was beaming sweetly at the camera while her sister ravaged her tender rectum. Victoria loved pictures of her charming sister in such poses and had thousands of them on her phone; almost as many as she had of Mary in similar positions. "Are you almost home, Ma Chérie?" she asked the phone, which immediately translated her words to text and sent them off into the ether. Fifteen seconds later, Antoinette's response came back, "About five minutes out, Ma Chatte. I'm stuck in traffic. Why?" "Your sister needs your help in relaxing after a really bad day." "Oh? Well, I'll be home soon. I can be at your place a few minutes after that," responded Antoinette. She actually lived next door to Victoria and Mary and shared a back yard with a few other townhouses. "Can't wait!" Victoria said enthusiastically. And she really couldn't wait, she repeated sourly to herself as she set the phone down. What was she going to do in the interim while she waited for Antoinette to get home? Damn it! This just wasn't her day! Then the heavy mass of the latex invader still mostly up her horny rectum reminded her of one thing she could do to kill a few more minutes. Victoria giggled to herself as she readjusted her position on the bed and reached around with both hands. Well, if no one else wants to help me take my edge off, I guess that only leaves me, she concluded. Finding the handle right where she's left it, the strict head mistress reacquired her firm grip and the large Victoria-powered butt stretcher came alive with enjoyable motion. It's not all that bad, she consoled to herself as, once again, the anal dildo bottomed out in her widely stretched rear passage and soon found a steady rhythm. Just as before, she felt her orgasm coming at her all too soon. "Nope! This just won't work at all!" Victoria gasped out loud as her hands kept the pleasantly diabolical anal piston sliding through her over stretched anus at a fast pace. Before she was ready, her second orgasm of the evening hit; causing her to once more convulse in orgasmic bliss and lose hold of the handle. A few minutes later a slightly more tired, but possibly even more horny Victoria, had recovered enough of her mental wherewithal to again reach back for the handle. The huge dildo was soon on lap three. Damn! That woman needs to learn to drive faster, Victoria thought to herself as she picked up the pace. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 10 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. Previously in The Dermott Clinic, Part I: Laura and her two youngest daughters – Cora and Emily – began their semi-annual physicals at the Dermott Women's Clinic. For Laura, this is something that she's experienced dozens of times over the previous few decades; although she's been lax in maintaining a proper schedule for the past few years. For her two daughters, this is their first experience undergoing a full physical for an adult female. Laura was assigned the buxom and bubbly Nurse Melissa and the two felt an instant connection. Conversely, Cora and Emily were assigned the sadistic [and anally inept] Nurse Lana and are not enjoying their first physical anywhere near as much as their mother. Is it love at first site for Melissa and Laura, will they just fuck, or will nurse/patient professionalism win out? Will Lana be punished for her heavy-handedness or get put through remedial anal training for her rectal ineptitude? Let's find out together... The Dermott Clinic, Part II "Alright, Cora, you just sit here comfortably and rest up for a few minutes while I get Emily situated on one of our ADVerS," Lana said as she unlocked the wheels of Emily's Multi-purpose Gynecological Chair and started to push the cute brunette's younger redheaded sister out of the examination room. Not that there was any chance that the tightly bound and distinctly uncomfortable Cora would get much rest in her current position on her own MGC. "I'll be back soon enough to fetch you for your own evaluation." As the equally well bound Emily neared the glass door that let into the hall, she began to get a little nervous. "'Nurse' Lana, shouldn't I get covered up with a sheet or something? "I'm still naked!" she added after a few heartbeats. The sadistic, blonde nurse only smiled to herself at her young patient's naivety. "Of course you're still naked, silly! All patients here at the Dermott Women's Clinic remain naked from the start of their procedures until the end. Messing around with sheets or hospital gowns would be a waste of time. Don't you think?" "I guess so," Emily answered. "Oh, that reminds me! Patients must be gagged when outside of their examination rooms. Have you been taught to deep-throat yet?" "A little, but I'm not very good at it yet." "Well, we'll just go with a standard ball gag then," said Lana, with just a trace of disappointment as she walked over to the counter to fetch a hermetically-sealed rubber ball gag. Undoubtedly, a medium gag would have silenced the cute eighteen year old well enough, but the blonde nurse selected a large gag just for the hell of it. Stepping back over to the restrained teenager, she commanded, "Open wide please." It took some effort on Lana's part, as well as some pain-filled whining from Emily, but the slightly too large mass of rubber eventually managed to seat itself behind the youngsters teeth. There was no way Emily would be able to dislodge it without the use of her hands – which were unhelpfully securely restrained behind her head. Regardless, the mean-spirited nurse lifted the girl's head to buckle the gag's straps in place – much tighter than necessary, of course. Emily closed her eyes and tried to adjust to the unfamiliar pain. Her jaw felt like it was on the verge of dislocating. Her mother never gagged her during training and only rarely for punishment. In fact, Laura taught all her daughters to vocalize their suffering as much as possible in response to whatever stimulation was visited upon their bodies. They were encouraged to cry out in pain, weep openly, beg for mercy – that would never come – and, lastly, to scream out in ecstasy once their bodies finally surrendered to the agonizing sensations and achieved mind-blowing orgasms. Emily was getting tired of the pain Lana seemed to enjoy inflicting on her and her sister. When were the orgasms supposed to start? She hoped soon. "We're also supposed to transport our patients flat. The MGCs are more stable that way; lower center of mass and all," commented Lana as she dropped Emily backwards from a forty five degree semi-sitting position to one that was level with the floor. Satisfied that her young charge was properly secured for transport, Lana started the MGC in motion once again. As the exam room's door opened automatically and the petite eighteen year old was swung out into the hallway. She was still bound as she had been when her examination started: Legs pulled backwards and apart so that her knees were in line with her chest; her lower legs sticking out at a ninety degree angle from her body; Emily's arms pulled over the top of her head and backwards. The multiple straps were strategically placed so as not to interfere with here wide open lower holes, abdomen, or naked breasts. Emily was appalled! Now she was to be pushed down a hallway full of nurses and other patients with her sore and gaping asshole leading the way! In her current position, she couldn't even see where they were going unless she strained her neck to look down between her sweaty 32B tits and widely separated legs. She almost died of embarrassment when they passed the first nurse heading in the opposite direction. Emily was positive that the attractive honey blonde nurse was staring right at her wet pussy and up her dilated anus! And the breeze! That cool breeze shooting right up her butt was finally removing the last of the heat from her previous scalding hot enema. It was also hardening her pink nipples noticeably. "I think someone is enjoying her trip a little too much," joked Lana as she reached down to tweak Emily's right nipple. Just for good measure, she pulled the pink nub away from Emily's chest – hard – only to let go. She enjoyed the sight of the teenager's firm breasts jiggle as the nipple snapped back to its proper position. "I think the other one is jealous, don't you?" Emily didn't answer as her left nipple was subjected to an identical tweaking. "I asked you a question, young lady," Lana said sternly. Her pretty face scoured up into a frown as her hand returned to her charge's right nipple. "Unngh!" Emily replied and then gasped as her nipple was yanked even harder away from her body. The sounds weren't much, but they were all she could make past the rubber sphere filling her mouth to over-capacity. "I thought it might be," smirked the sadistic nurse before she repeated the tit-stretching nipple pull with Emily's other hard little nub. Once she'd allowed it to snap back again, she decided she'd had her fun and left her charge in peace as she pushed the MGC slowly down the hall. That, and the nurse's station was just up ahead; she didn't want to get caught being unnecessarily rough with her patients again. Emily was glad when the bitch of a nurse finally left her poor nipples in peace. If Cora or her mother were the ones abusing her firm little titties like that, her pussy would have been positively boiling over with juices; but she loved them. Emily finally decided she hated Lana. There wasn't much that the blonde could do to Emily that would turn the young woman on. Of course, Cora was probably going to get devoured during their normal after-school playtime that afternoon. Despite hating Lana and the physical as a whole, Emily could not deny that she was still highly aroused by the constant attention being paid to so many of her erogenous zones. Her neck quickly tired of trying to keep her head up so she could see where she was being pushed. Finally, she allowed it to come back down to rest on the MGCs small built-in pillow. Turning her head to the side as they passed a glass door to an examination room, her breath caught. She had known that anyone passing by could see right in to the exam rooms, but that did not prepare her for actually being able to become a voyeur herself. The first room Emily looked into contained a thirty something raven haired beauty with a decent sized rack securely bound to an MGC in a similar manner. Her face was contorted in either agony or ecstasy; Emily was unsure of which. A smallish blonde nurse – whose packed-full rectum was clearly visible to Emily through her uniform's cutout – was working on inserting – or possibly fucking – a substantial dilation plug up her patient's stretched ass. The next room she passed contained a young, mousey, brunette woman – about the same age as herself – with smallish tits bound to yet another MGC. An older woman – probably her mother, based on the facial similarity – was standing behind her and rolling her nipples around harshly while a redheaded nurse squatted at the MGC's foot with most of her forearm buried up the teenager's backside. The nurse and mother were obviously in a discussion of some sorts. Emily's breath caught again at the third exam room she looked into. Inside was her mother; just as severely bound as Emily and Cora were. Her impressively gaping anus was held wide open by a large speculum as a voluptuous brunette nurse fed a fiber-optic camera up into the cavernous, fleshly hole. Emily had a brief glance at the nurse's large rectal plug and wet pussy lips through the cutout in her nurse's uniform. She couldn't be certain, but it almost looked as if her mother was smiling and enjoying herself. How could that be? Emily asked herself. At least mom is getting the same treatment we are, Emily consoled to herself. Hopefully, it'll be a long time before she brings us back here! The next room was a little different. It had the words, 'Break Room' stenciled on the glass door. As they quickly passed, Emily could see three nurses inside. One was lying on a low ottoman and running a sizeable dildo in and out of her well trained ass while watching what looked like a live feed from one of the clinic's many examination rooms. Another nurse was sitting in an overstuffed chair with the look of someone in the throes of a good orgasm. A third nurse knelt in front of her. While Emily couldn't see what the third nurse was doing past the woman's wide hips and plug-less, gaping asshole, the fact that the nurse's hands and arms were nowhere to be seen gave her a pretty good idea. The rest of the exam rooms were pretty much more of the same. Almost every room was occupied by one or two harshly restrained female patients and a rectally plugged nurse. Inevitably, some kind of anally themed treatment was in progress: Enemas, speculums, dilation plugs, and even a few instances of fisting. Emily had mixed emotions as Lana pushed her through the door to the ADVerS room and out of the hallway at last. If she was actually assigned to a nurse she liked, she could see herself really enjoying the doctor's office. As it was, Emily was just ready to go home. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 10 "It ain't that bad once you get used to it," remarked Georgina with a grin. "How long did it take you to get used to having something that big up your ass constantly?" asked Laura. "I d'likely know," she responded sheepishly. "It's been over a year and I'm still not used ta it yet. I d'know if I'll ever be truly 'used ta it'," she added. "I see," Laura replied. She had serious reservations. "Are you ready to see seven and three eights inches in the flesh, so to speak?" asked Mai as she squatted down behind Georgian's chair to unlock the padlocks holding the receptionist in place – grunting in discomfort as she did so. "I guess so," said Laura with trepidation. One, then two stocking clad feet were freed and touched the floor. "Can you give me a hand, Melissa?" asked Mai as she stood up. "Sure thing, Mai," replied the brunette nurse, stepping over to Georgina's side. The two nurses then began pulling upwards to help the massively titted receptionist off of her chair. The upwards force caused the sitting woman's breasts to pull up slightly and Laura was treated to a peak of areola tops as she began to rise. Inch by inch, Georgina came free of her chair. Inch by inch, the seven and three eights inch plug that violated her dilapidated rectum came into view. Laura had to gasp as its true size was slowly revealed. Seeing that massive slab of latex on a video was one thing; seeing it exit from a normal – albeit dumb – human being's asshole was something else entirely! "Oh, my..." commented Laura in awe. Finally, all twenty four inches of rectal stretching latex were withdrawn and Georgina was able to stand on her own two feet at last. "Impressive? Yes?" she asked as she rubbed her butt cheeks with her hands. "Turn around and show Mrs. Wilder your hole now," commanded Mai. Obediently, Georgina spun around and bent over at the waist. Laura gasped again at the almost six inch wide gape that looked back at her; and Georgina wasn't even spreading her cheeks for effect. That was just the normal diameter of her atrophied sphincter! "Oh, my..." Laura repeated. Her gaze went back and forth from the flesh pink round hole between the blonde's cheeks and the intimidating, nub laden dildo mounted on the chair. They were both equally impressive. "And if you'll notice," Mai said breaking Laura's concentration, "this thing is driven by the chair's casters," she added. The cute Japanese nurse rolled the chair back and forth to make the nubby dildo spin in place. "Georgina gets quite the thrill as she pulls herself around the office; or if she gets pushed," she said smiling. "Oh, my..." Laura said for a third time. She was truly speechless; and that didn't happen very often for the normally chatty forty six year old cougar. "Alright, girls," Melissa said at last. "Mrs. Wilder needs to get on with her physical. Thank you for the demonstration. "You're welcome," Mai and Georgina said in unison. "Now what about you? Still interested?" asked Melissa as Mai helped the blonde bombshell back onto her dildo and office chair. "Maybe," considered Laura, regaining her power of speech at last. "How much is the test?" "Oh, don't worry about the cost. Your insurance covers it as part of your preventative medicine package. After all, it's cheaper to do the calculation than it is to fix you up if you go way past what's safe." "Good point," Laura agreed. "Okay, you sold me. Sign me up!" "Excellent!" Melissa exclaimed as she tapped a few more commands into her medical tablet. "I'll wheel you over to X-Ray after we've finished with your dilation evaluation and capacity enemas. The MRI will be covered as part of your checkup and most of the rest of the necessary data should already be in your medical files. You should have the results before you leave today." "Ya won't be sorry ya did," added Georgina as Mai locked her ankles to the chair once more. "Amazing what technology can do for us, isn't it?" Laura reminisced. "It is, isn't it," Melissa confirmed. "We'll be taking off then," confirmed Mai as she began pushing Georgina out the door. "Thanks again," Melissa said, watching the pair exit the exam room. As the door closed, Laura heard Georgina ask, "Can we take the long way back, please?" "Of course," answered the cute, raven haired nurse as they moved out of view. "But it can't be too long; I'm due in the ADVerS room in a few minutes for my morning shift." "That girl," Melissa remarked rhetorically. "If ever there was a true anal masochist, it's her! "Anyways, so I'll make a bet with you, beautiful," the busty brunette said, turning her full attention back to Laura at last. "If your Certified Capacity is over seven inches I win. If it's under, you win. Deal?" she said laughing. "Deal." Laura laughed too. "Wait, what do you get if you win?" Laura asked. "Dinner." "And if I win?" Melissa smiled knowingly; she did this for a living after all. "Oh, honey... "You're not going to!" said the nurse confidently. She was looking forward to her free meal; and the pleasurable activates that would likely follow. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 10 Laura could only try and smile up at her friend as she moaned through the cock gag filling her throat. Those latex dicks really did a good job at silencing a girl, she thought. "Laura is one of my oldest friends," Veronica told Melissa, "Although it's been far too long since she's darkened my door. What's it been? Eighteen months? Twenty? That's too long to go between checkups, young lady," she said as she pressed down on Laura's clit extra hard. All Laura could do was melt under the skillful manipulation of her already horny pussy. "Our husbands used to play golf together regularly; usually for the bar tab, but occasionally for something... a little more valuable," she continued. Veronica and Laura had actually only caddied for their husbands on their golf games maybe half a dozen times. Naturally, each time the wager was the same: Instead of their usual just-for-fun prize of a hundred dollar bill – which never even covered the bar bill afterwards – the prize was the other's wife as a fuck toy for the evening. To date, they were tied with each husband having had won three times. Veronica and Laura had often confided in each other that they were glad their husbands shared the same deep-rooted concern and appreciation for their wife's – and their friend's wife's – anal well-being. The two women had had almost as much fun going through the other's toy collection picking out interesting items that they didn't own themselves as they did getting a chance to use those toys on each other. Almost. "Really?" Melissa said, glancing down at her bound patient with a new-found respect. "I imagine that was a lot of fun!" Not really, Laura answered silently. She'd always found the game boring in the extreme. Although anything can be at least a little interesting with the right wager. "Oh, yes! Very much so!" Veronica said pleasantly. "Oh, you meant the actual golfing? No, not so much. "Anyways, it's great to see you again, Laura, and you'd better start taking better care of yourself by scheduling regular checkups. We recommend at least two or three a year, if you remember." Remembering that she still had two fingers and a thumb playfully working away at her friend's honey pot, she commented, "Oh!" as let them slide out of the well lubricated hole. She started to bring the dripping fingers up to her own mouth to clean off and reminisce about good old times when she noticed the look of longing on Melissa's face. Smiling broadly, Veronica offered her nectar soaked digits up to Melissa's mouth; which the lovely brunette nurse eagerly opened to lick clean her boss's fingers. Melissa closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as the tangy flavor of her patient's juices filled her mouth again. As she did so, she squeezed her legs tightly together to increase the pressure on her plugged and dilated rectum. She just hoped she wasn't making too much of a scene in front of her coworkers. Although, to be honest, she really didn't care that much. "Now you be sure to take extra-special care of Mrs. Wilder, Nurse Melissa," Veronica commanded as she pulled her now clean fingers out of the busty nurse's still sucking mouth. "If you don't, I'll be sure to hear of it and you'll find yourself mounted on one of my ADVerS; set to punishment mode instead of normal mode, if you catch my meaning!" "Yes, Dr. Dermott!" Melissa answered obediently and shivered slightly. While she considered herself to be a properly submissive anal slut – just like her mother had taught her to be – she'd been mounted on one of the ADVerS set to punishment mode during her orientation at the clinic – exactly as every single nurse working at the Dermott Clinic had – and had not enjoyed the experience. "Good! Not that I would expect anything but the best out of my nurses at all times, but I have to look out for my friends; you understand." Veronica added rhetorically as she smiled maternally at the younger woman. "Yes, Dr. Dermott." Melissa repeated, "Of course." "Oh! And I hope you've noticed in Mrs. Wilder's medical file that she enjoys heavy duty nipple clamps while being anally dilated; the spiked punishment kind that you prefer, if memory serves," Veronica smiled mischievously as her gaze drifted down to the impressive swell of Melissa's large bosom in her tight nurse's uniform. Like quite a few nurses in her employ, Melissa was a true masochist when it came to her tender nipples. It was a trait that Veronica looked for in potential new hires. "I did, Dr. Dermott," Melissa replied as she shivered slightly under the predatory stare her boss was giving her hefty tits. The mere thought of nipple torment had caused her large nubs to instantly harden and their outlines were now clearly visible against her white blouse. Laura made a mental note of the revelation about her nurse's perverse tastes. Perhaps this information will come in handy later, she thought to herself. After all, Laura did have a very respectable collection of tools designed for extreme nipple torment at home; Dave had usually given her a new piece of painful tit-jewelry on their anniversary. "Carry on then, Nurse Melissa," the good doctor said as she turned back to her gathered nurses and began instructing again. A few seconds later, as Melissa was again pushing the naked and severely bound Laura down the hallway, she bent down as said to her gagged patient, "Don't worry about a thing, Laura. I was planning on taking extra-special care of you even before I found out you're a personal friend of my boss; and that's not going to change!" The two women smiled at each other in understanding. Rounding the final corner before reaching the Dilation Chamber – and the waiting ranks of ADVerS – Melissa had to suddenly plant her feet and throw all her weight backwards to bring Laura, and her MGC, to an abrupt halt; an action that caused her to cry out in sharp pain as her anal ring attempted to pucker around the unyielding mass of black latex locked deeply and securely inside the nurse's rectal cavity. "Fuck me!" Melissa announced in irritation as she rubbed her now sore ass. Nurse Lisa, who was pushing a medical supply cart, and Nurse Missy, who was moving an MGC – with a gagged, tightly bound, and orgasmed-out looking brunette in her mid forties, who was sporting a truly massive gaping asshole – coming out of the Dilation Chamber, had collided. Boxes and packages of miscellaneous medical paraphernalia where strewn all about the hallway; blocking everyone's path. "Crap, wait here Mrs. Wilder," Melissa said as she locked the wheels on the restrained woman's MGC. Then, with a swiftness than showed how much experience the younger woman had with moving around in a tight skirt, high heels and thick anal invader, Melissa moved to help the two other nurses pick up all the supplies that had been littered across the hallway floor. For a few seconds, Laura contended herself with watching the three nurses – especially the lovely Melissa – bend over again and again to pick up the spilled medical paraphernalia. She was enjoying the flashes of thick latex splitting toned ass cheeks and the invariably wet pussies underneath them – intermingled with constant grunts and groans as those same plugs were uncomfortably moved around inside of their confining rectums – when her peripheral vision picked up motion inside the examination room her MGC was parked next to. Glancing over her shoulder, Laura was treated to the charming sight of a nurse with curly brunette hair bent over at the waist with her latex filled rump on full display for anyone walking by the room. The white corseted nurse was viciously double fisting a well-toned, small breasted blond woman's ass – who looked to be her mid-thirties – up past her elbows. The fistee was bound to an MGC in the exact same matter as Laura herself – or, for that matter, all the patients here at the clinic were – and was either screaming in unbearable pain or exquisite ecstasy; most likely both. It was hard to tell the difference through the examination room's sound proof glass door. Spell-bound, Laura watched the expert display of anal fisting before her and tried to think back to the last time she'd been on the receiving end of a ravishment like that. Far too long, she quickly determined. Melissa pick up the last of the spilled boxes and stood to place it back on the cart with an exaggerated grunt of discomfort. She'd intentionally made sure to bend fully over at the waist, with her latex filled nether hole pointed directly at Laura, and made sure to grunt extra hard every time; in order to give the attractive cougar as good a show as she could. When she turned around and saw that Laura wasn't even looking at her, she was more than a little disappointed. After being gratefully thanked for her assistance by the frazzled Lisa and an equally annoyed Missy, Melissa moved back over to her tightly bound charge. As she came closer, she followed Laura's stare into the room where another of her fellow nurses – Natalie, she assumed by the shape of the woman's firm butt and the curly hairstyle – was giving her patient a serious good behavior treat. Natalie was the best fister on staff at the Dermott Clinic, so Melissa knew the petite blond bound to the MGC was getting a professional, grade A treatment. Natalie occasionally gave after hours double-fisting workshops to the nurses at the clinic; Melissa herself had attended every one. Natalie's workshops usually started with her demonstrating fisting techniques on her fellow nurses and ended with everyone pairing off to practice. Having experienced a dozen or so of her fellow nurse's skills first hand – or double handed, as the case may be – Melissa had to admit that the nurses, as a group, were getting much better. While Melissa had learned the art of double fisting well enough from her mother during her initial training – as any proper young lady should – she had to admit that Natalie definitely had mad-skills; having mastered techniques far in advance of most women's abilities. She'd discussed Natalie's gift with her after one such session. Evidently her mother was a devoted fan of the act and had acquired an unrivaled expertise over the years. She had then passed her experience on to her daughters; through long hours of rigorous practice. Melissa smiled broadly at the look of longing on Laura's face. "Ready to go, Laura?" she asked, breaking the woman's concentration. As she unlocked the wheels of the MGC, she bent over the reclining woman – allowing her long, curly hair to brush back and forth across the Laura's rock hard nipples – and softly asked, "Do you like what you see in there?" She then stared into the room with Laura for a few seconds for added effect. Laura only garbled an answer behind the penis gag lodged in her throat, which Melissa took to be a simple, "Yes." "Well, since we here at the Dermott Clinic don't give out candy to our good patients – it's bad for the teeth, don't you know – we prefer to reward good behavior through other means," she said, motioning towards the scene in the examination room again; as Natalie continued to violate the bound blonde's rectum with the majority of both arms. The motion also caused her hair to tickle Laura's painfully erect nubs even more. "Would this be something you'd be interested in?" ask asked, already knowing the likely answer. Laura's more powerful garble was clearly a ,"YES!" this time. "Well, good; because you've been a model patient so far. I'm really looking forward to rewarding you for your good behavior by having that taunt ass ring of yours wrapped around both of my biceps; at the same time. "Does that sound like a reward that's better than some stupid candy?" Laura nodded her head up and down emphatically. "Remember what we talked about with that extra-special care? Well that's just part of it! "So it's settled then," Melissa said standing back up and pushing the MGC back into motion. "Now let's get you past your dilation verification and through the rest of your checkup. "And if you've still been a great patient, we can get on to that reward!" As Melissa rolled Laura down the hallway once again – gaping anus leading the way – Laura found herself looking forward to more than just a nice ride on the clinic's ADVerS fucking machines. Her pussy was literally drooling with excitement; a flow that had nowhere to go but to drip down into Laura's large, cavernous asshole. As she was pushed through the door and into the large room, Laura made a quick visual inspection of the two dozen or so women in the room. Numerous patients were mounted on ADVerS, several nurses were monitoring sensor readout, while a few other nurses were idly chatting in corners as they waited for their charge's dilation verification to complete. Laura was even surprised to see one ADVerS occupied by a fit looking blonde nurse. It only took a second before she recognized the blonde as the nurse she'd run into in the hallway. So who's taking care of Emily and Cora, Laura wondered momentarily. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she located her two youngest daughter's side-by-side on a pair of ADVerS's. Both young women looked to be totally out of it as their tender anuses were expanded to their maximum capacity by the emotionless machines that she herself would soon be mounted onto. Of course, neither Cora nor Emily noticed as their mother was wheeled into the ADVerS chamber and parked next to them; they were both too far gone in orgasmic bliss of their shared anal masochism. They took no interest in watching their mother being hooked up to an ADVerS. Neither young woman's groans of ecstasy were disrupted as their mother began to moan in pain as the machine picked up its pace. The pair's own cries of orgasm were uninterrupted as their mother's uncomfortable groans turned into painful cries, and then into gag-silenced screams of orgasm as the remorseless machine ravaged the older woman's well trained rectum. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 11 Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed. The Expo, Part I Laura tossed her purse and business suit jacket onto the passenger seat – leaving her clad in only her expensive, deep blue business skirt and button-up white silk blouse – locked the car's doors with her phone, and then tucked the device into her skirt's single small pocket. She smoothed out the few wrinkles in the short fabric and began walking up to the convention center's entrance. She was surprised at how busy the Women's Health and Wellness Expo was this year. Of course, the annual convention's size and attendance had been growing for years, to the point that it was now the center's single biggest convention of the year. There were literally thousands of women filing into the Expo to browse the booths, attend seminars and workshops, qualify for local and online discounts and gift certificates, sign up for the numerous door prizes, and of course get a hefty swag bag. She wished Emily and Cora could attend with her, but they were still too young to get through the doors. At eighteen, they were well below the twenty years of age cut-off for attendance; and that was even with a parent or legal guardian. The cut-off for normal admittance was twenty five. This was to ensure that a certain level of maturity was maintained due to the sensitivity of the Expo's subject matter. A thousand embarrassed and giggling eighteen or nineteen year olds was bad for business all around. Laura understood the logic behind the prohibition perfectly well enough, not that she liked it much. She was sure her youngest daughters were mature enough to handle the subject matter without causing any undue fuss. After all, they had both been going through their anal training for months now; and Cora much longer than Emily. Neither girl was a stranger to painful anal dilation, daily rectal plugs, ass fisting, et cetera, et cetera. Although, if Laura was honest, so had most girls their age; but even with basic anal training, some teenagers – and even a few twenty or twenty one year olds she'd seen – could make quite a scene when it came to the plugs their loving mothers shoved up their tight butts. Laura vividly remembered an incident just a few weeks ago and how embarrassed the entire women's locker room at her gym had been after a crying temper tantrum from a misbehaving nineteen year old had shattered the normal quite. On that fateful day, Cora had joined her mother at the gym; as she did several times a week. As usual, Cora was lying back on one of the locker room's daughter changing stations. Daughter changing stations were similar to baby changing stations found in most public bathrooms, but larger and sturdier built. Just as a baby changing table was designed to help a mother change her baby's diaper, a daughter changing table was designed to help a mother change her daughter's plug; usually to a larger size. Cora was in her usual changing station position: Yoga pants around her ankles, legs pulled up and back, knees spread apart, and hands pulling her cheeks apart to give her mother better access to her nether hole. Despite the seemingly unladylike behavior of such a wanton display of anal depravity, it was a locker room, after all - nobody could hide anything even if they'd wanted to; least of all oversized rectal plugs. So nobody even tried. Most health clubs even catered to their customer's anal needs and did their best to see to women's overall rectal wellbeing; hence the half dozen daughter changing stations along an entire wall of the women's locker room and an enema attachment under every shower head in the large communal shower area. As it was just after school had let out, four of the six changing tables were occupied by eighteen to twenty year old young women while their mothers stood to the side and lubricated their daughter's rectums properly. Laura was idly chatting with her normal workout partner, Wanda, as she packed lubricant into Cora's backside with her fist – along with three quarters of her forearm. At the same time, Wanda worked lube into her own twenty year old daughter Jill's butt using a similar technique. As Jill was slightly older than Cora, she was taking her mother's arm quite a bit deeper. Both Wanda and Laura had their other hands on their daughters' lower abdomens and were absently thumbing their daughters' clits. Laura loved feeling how deep her arm violated Cora's tight little butt through the younger woman's toned abdominal muscle wall. She could clearly feel her hand and wrist move around inside her daughter's intestines. Of course, since Cora only wore a sports bra, the depth of her anal violation was clearly visible from the bulging outline Laura's fist made as it worked its way deeper. Wanda actually had to bend over slightly to get her elbow past her daughter's tight ring of muscle. She normally took one of the two changing tables that were mounted higher on the wall to get a better angle, but both of those tables had been occupied by other mother/daughter pairs. Through all this, neither Cora nor Jill had not uttered anything more than a few 'oohs' and 'aahs' as their mothers ensured their young daughters' asses were well lubricated for the wide and stubby workout plugs destined for their slowly loosening sphincters. The young women were perfect examples of proper anal etiquette. It was then that the fifth station had been occupied by a relative newcomer to the gym and her daughter. As the new mother started to lubricate her teenager's asshole for her short, stubby workout plug, the daughter began to put on quite the show of agonizing pain and supposed parental mistreatment; despite the fact that her mother barely had her hand up the young woman's pert little bottom; it was barely past her wrist for God's sake! With how the young woman was carrying on, though, you'd think that her mother was either trying to shove a basketball up that untrained hole, or the young woman had never been anally fisted before in her life. Laura found both scenarios pretty hard to believe! Laura, Wanda, Cora, and Jill all exchanged brief glances of horrified embarrassment as the unknown teenager continued wailing. Like the other women in the locker room, they had tried to ignore the misbehavior and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. They had all simply gone about their business as normal, albeit in an expedited fashion. Laura had never seen the gym's locker room empty out so fast! She and Wanda had been among the last two out, after they'd finished plugging their daughters and then taken turns lubricating each other's much looser backsides for their own – much larger – workout plugs. Laura had actually been pretty sore the next day as Wanda had missed a few of the deeper spots inside her rectum in their haste to separate themselves from the uncomfortable situation. Needless to say, the mother was asked by the gym's staff not to bring her daughter with her anymore until she was properly trained. Laura hadn't seen the poor, embarrassed woman back at the gym since. The memory made Laura glad that all her daughters had taken to bottom training as well as they had; even the somewhat anally reluctant Emily behaved better than that in public when she found herself atop a daughter changing table. Her woolgathering had brought her almost to the ticket counter as she continued to consider the Expo's attendance requirements. The only other excluded demographic was men of all ages – unless he was a member of the medical community and had been pre-approved, like Dr Dermott. While fathers and brothers were more than welcome to assist in the proper anal education of their daughters and sisters, it was primarily the responsibility of mothers to ensure that tight, young, teenage assholes became gaping, pliable, womanly fuck holes. Of course, if a mother failed in her primary mission, it was the responsibility of husbands and sons to ensure that the inept mother's own back hole be properly punished for her failure. Laura briefly wondered how severely the mysterious woman at the gym had been punished by her husband for her daughter's unforgivable outburst. Brutally, Laura hoped. "Just one ma'am?" the young, perky blonde cashier asked politely, jerking Laura out of her thoughts. "Yes. Just one." "Would you like to pre-purchase any seminars or workshops? Most will probably sell out at the door," the young woman asked helpfully. "Hmm... I'd like a ticket for Miko McAllen's seminar at 1:30, please." Miko McAllen was her favorite self-help author for women. Laura had already read her previous books: "My Mother's Ass and Mine: The Modern Mother/Daughter Relationship", "Being a Strong Role Model for Your Daughter: How Dilating Together Benefits You and Her", and "Misogyny: Neo-Feminism in the 21st Century". Miko's new book, "My Daughters are in Love: Unexpected Consequences of Sisterly Bonding – and Why It is a Good Thing" had Laura particularly interested after seeing how close Cora and Emily had become over the past few months of their anal training. "That'll be $199 for the general admission and $399 for the seminar, ma'am." "No problem," Laura responded, pressing her thumb to the scanner and approving the transaction. "Thank you for your business, ma'am. The guide book app can be downloaded to either your phone or tablet; and here is your swag bag," the cashier said handing the large plastic bag over the counter to Laura. "Thank you," Laura replied before turning and walking into the convention center's main concourse. She sifted through the swag bag as she walked to see what goodies she'd gotten: flavored lubricant samples, small urethra training sound, various nipple clamps, a string of anal beads the size of soft balls (score!), and various fliers, vouchers, brochures, and gift certificates. Of course, all the merchandise had the names and web addresses of companies and vendors inscribed on them; they were designed to be advertising after all. The anal beads were interesting. The web address of the company was written in large, raised lettering around the outside circumference of each over-sized bead. That ought to feel interesting, Laura commented to herself before dropping the toy back into her swag bag. Fetching her phone, Laura quickly downloaded the Expo's guide app and looked up Anal by Design booth's location. Dropping in on Amanda and her booth girls was as good a place to start as any. She quickly found the location: Enter the main door, down three aisles, then four hundred feet straight head on the left. It sounded simple enough. Laura had a little over an hour and a half to kill before she had to get to Miko's seminar; plenty of time to browse the Expo's many wares. A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 11 "I'll be sure to," Laura said as she placed her thumb on the scanner and approved the purchase. The saleswoman behind the counter nodded her thanks and Laura turned to continue on her way. As she was a dozen or so steps away, and really enjoying the continued sting of her new nipple toys, she smiled as she heard Big Tits announce behind her, "Excuse me, ma'am, but you look like a woman who appreciates painfully strong nipple clamps, am I right?" Laura knew she'd been played like a string, but she didn't care. She was happy with her purchases. Every time she squeezed her arms together, or brushed up against someone in the crowed, she would gasp anew as the fiendish clamps bit into her tender nipples from what seemed like a brand new angle. Yes, she thought, these things will get lots of use with my wardrobe! Laura continued to skillfully weave her way through the sea of humanity without further distraction from the multitude of vendors and booths along her way. Although, she attributed most of her success at avoiding further consumer entrapment at the fact that she was half out of her mind with horniness and desire from her new tit clamps and hardly heard anyone calling to her. God, she loved harsh nipple play! A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 11 The pair moved through the throngs of eager buyers and busy saleswomen to the back of the booth's enclosed store room. "Here, let me get this out for you," the saleswoman said at last. Unlocking the gag with her phone, she began extracting all thick eighteen inches from Laura's – now sore – throat. "I hope you enjoyed the Invisi-Gag 2100 and our presentation as much as I think you did," she added, as the gag's cock-shaped head came out of Laura's mouth at last. Laura worked her tired jaw for a few seconds before answering, "I really did! Although, not being able to scream was kind of frustrating." "Yeah, it is when you're not used to it," Deep-Throat agreed. "My husband uses ours so often that I've almost forgotten what it's like to actually have an orgasm and make noise at the same time. Although – and don't tell him this – I do scream as loud as I want when I masturbate for a half hour or so before he gets home from work!" she added mischievously. "Your secret is safe with me," Laura said with a conspirator grin. "Thanks! Now, what size and color would you like for your free gag?" Deep-Throat asked as she moved over to an open box full of product. "The one you were wearing was a large, but we have small to extra large. You get your choice of colors. We have, black, white, red, purple..." "A large purple one would be perfect," Laura said. "I liked the fit of yours." "Yeah, the large seems to be our most popular size," Deep-Throat said as she rummaged around through the box. "Ah! Here we are!" Pulling the vacuum sealed toy out on the bag, she handed it to Laura. "Would you like to carry or wear it out?" she asked with a smile. "I think I'll just carry it out; though thanks for the offer," Laura said as she accepted the free toy and added it to her swag. "And thanks for the toy and the... orgasms," she added with a blush. Anally cumming in public was just not something a proper girl does. Despite the fact that it was for a product demonstration, now that the edge had been temporarily taken off of her lust, Laura found her actions embarrassing. "Don't be embarrassed, honey!" Deep-Throat said reassuringly. "We all get carried away at these events. How can we not? There is a lot here to get all hot and bothered about!" "That there is. Anyway, I think I can walk on my own now without falling over." "Okay. Thanks again for your assistance," said Deep-Throat as she shook Laura's hand professionally. "I think you helped us sell more gags with your presentation that anyone else today!" "I'm glad I could help," Laura replied before turning, nodding and walking out the front. "And thanks again for the toy!" "Anytime!" Laura made her way back out of Oral Fixations' booth – past the saleswomen and consumers. She was almost out of the crowd before she realized that she had forgotten her swag-bags. Cursing to herself, she turned around and began making her way through the women for the third time. Maybe she wasn't as clear-headed after her violent orgasms as she thought she was. As she re-entered the booth's store room again, she announced, "Sorry! I forgot my..." before stopping in mid sentence. Deep-Throat was laying back over a couple of boxes; business skirt hiked up to her waist; her daily plug – which was at least as thick as Laura's own – next to her; legs spread wide; one hand had worked a dildo about halfway up her backside; the other hand hauled out a tit from her corset and was busy mauling its nipple. "Oh, my..." "Oh, shit! I'm... I'm sorry!" the flustered brunette saleswoman said as she tried in vain to get her tit back in its cup and hide the substantial dildo that was only half buried up her shapely ass. "I thought you had gone!" she added as her face turned beat red. Laura wanted to giggle to herself. For all the woman's big talk about getting anally fucked, screaming loudly, and masturbating noisily that she'd made to the crowd, Deep-Throat had obviously been raised properly if she still had enough modesty to become this embarrassed at actually getting caught in the lewd act. After a few seconds of futilely trying to extract herself from her exposed situation, she finally gave up and laughed. "Awe, shit! I'm caught. "Well, I did say that there was a lot here to get all hot and bothered about!" she said. Shrugging her shoulders, "And getting hot women like yourself off every hour or so in front of a crowd is maddeningly arousing. I had to take the edge off before I went out to perform again! I just had to!" "Don't worry about it," Laura said reassuringly; after she was sure she had her giggle firmly under control. "I understand completely." "Thank you." "Although, now that I think about it, it would be awfully rude of me not to return the wonderful favor you did for me earlier," Laura said authoritatively as she stepped up to the reclining brunette. Noticing the thick gag laying on another box close by, she picked it up and offered it to the half naked saleswoman. "Now open wide." Deep-Throat smiled and complied without objection; taking the entire eighteen inch length down her talented throat without so much as single gag. Laura easily found the woman's smart phone and locked the gag inside her new play-toy's throat. "Now what did you ask me earlier? Something like, 'what is your favorite way to have screaming orgasm? Nod once for my fists or twice for a dildo.'" Deep-Throat's lips pulled themselves up into an even larger smile. She nodded once. "I thought so," Laura said as she pulled the half inserted dildo out of the woman's gaping asshole and began lubricating her hands and arms with a nearby bottle. "You know, I was too busy cuming to truly get a full appreciation of how effective your company's gag really is. I'm very grateful to you taking the time out of your busy schedule to give me a personal demonstration." If Deep-Throat's was physically capable, she would have giggled.