7 comments/ 129947 views/ 27 favorites Lesbian Schoolgirl Enema Bondage By: bronzeage Professor Catheter Hoseman stood outside the Dean's office, waiting to be called. The message read, "See the Dean immediately, Urgent." Hoseman ran all the possibilities through his mind, but could not imagine what would be so important to interrupt his research. The secretary opened the door for him, not speaking and left the two men alone. "Sit down, Dr. Hoseman." the Dean said tersely. "I have a delicate matter to discuss. Last week, hackers attempted to break into the University's main computer server. The target was your research files. Our computer geeks started looking to see if any of the files had been compromised and found this." The Dean held out a full page size photograph. Hoseman recognized the photo. A nude young woman was face down on an examination table with her knees hanging off the edge. A large white hose trailed from above and disappeared between her buttocks. Hoseman took a few seconds to compose his thoughts and tried to look unconcerned. "Yes," he replied. "This is from my lab." The Dean's face went white and then color returned brighter red than before. "What on earth are you doing in that lab?" Hoseman sighed, as if he were tired of explaining something so mundane. "It is research into female orgasmic contractions as related to dietary patterns and nutrition." The Dean paused for a moment and then jabbed his finger at the white hose in the photo. "What does this have to do with your research?" he demanded. Hoseman had not expected this question. "It's a probe to measure temperature changes in the colon." Hoseman silently congratulated himself. "I don't know any other way to do it." "Has the Research Committee seen your data yet?" the Dean asked. "Oh, no. That won't be possible at this time." Hoseman's brain was spinning, trying to formulate a response to the next question. "Dr. Hoseman, you had better have a very good explanation for that." Hoseman tried not to let a smile curl his lips. "Certainly, Dean. You can see by this photo, our research methods could easily be misunderstood. We have to be very careful to protect the privacy of our volunteers. I can't release any data, until all the images have been properly edited to insure no one can be identified. You can imagine the scandal." Hoseman knew he had out done himself with this answer. Even so, the Dean did not look pleased. "Alright. You better have you data ready for review before the end of the semester. Don't think tenure can save your ass, if stuff like this gets out." Dr. Hoseman paused in front of the administration building, and looked across the Campus Quadrangle. His meeting with the Dean had bought him a little time. He would hate to leave this University, especially under a cloud of scandal. He would need help, if there was any hope of staying. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and scrolled though the names until he found the number of his colleague Dr. Wilma Buttkiss. He was glad to hear her husky voice after only one ring. "Hello, Cath. It's been a while," she said. "Yes, Wilma. Much too long. Look, I've got some trouble and you're the only person who can help me. "Trouble? What can I do for you? "I need a research project. Something involving orgasms, enemas and women strapped to exam tables." "This sounds more like recreation than research." "Just meet me in my lab this afternoon. I'll explain it all then." Doctors Hoseman and Buttkiss watched a large monitor, which displayed Rhonda and Joellyn as they sat naked across from each other in the interview room of the lab. Rhonda was a tanned brunette with full breasts and large brown nipples. She sat with her knees together, but still revealed a thick patch of curly black hair between her thighs. Joellyn was very different. She had long blonde hair, which fell down over her pale shoulders and almost covered her small breasts and pink nipples. "Beautiful girls," Hoseman remarked. "How did you choose them?" Buttkiss smirked before replying. "I saw their Furslit Sexual Index test scores and flagged these two. They had almost identical scores. Strongly heterosexual, with lesbian tendencies, highly anal erotic, and best of all, completely submissive to authority figures." Hoseman groaned quietly and slipped his hand down the front of his scrubs to rearrange himself. "Excellent," he replied. The two young women tried not to make eye contact, but could not resist staring at the other's body. Rhonda was not usually so self-conscious, but the ease with which Joellyn sat down and smiled at her, was a little unnerving. The thin blonde seemed perfectly comfortable. She raised her right knee and put her heel on the edge of the chair to examine her toenail polish, revealing a coral pink slit between her smooth lips. Rhonda blinked and her mouth fell open, her eyes fixed on the other girl's crotch. Joellyn tilted her head and grinned back. "How often do you shave?" Rhonda asked. Joellyn put her foot back on the floor and spread her knees. "Hardly ever. I only get a wispy patch right here," she said and touched a spot just below her pubic mound. She extended both index fingers and pulled them through the crease of her thighs. "Nothing ever grows here." "You are so lucky," Rhonda replied, still staring at Joellyn's pussy. "I would have to shave everyday, to look that smooth." "Don't do that. I wish mine was like yours. When I was little, I couldn't wait till I grew pubes, and then, nothing happened." Rhonda spread her knees and looked down, trying to see something attractive, but it still looked like an unruly mass of hair to her. "It's just a bother and a mess. I would keep it smooth if wasn't so much trouble." Joellyn slid out of her chair and knelt between Rhonda's knees. Rhonda leaned back in her chair, startled by this move, but was even more startled when Joellyn lightly caressed her pubic hair. "It's so soft and pretty. Don't shave it off." Joellyn tilted her head to get a better view. "Oh my!" she exclaimed and pinched Rhonda's labia between her fingers and thumb. "So big and full." Joellyn released her and stood up with her knees wide in a bow legged stance. She pushed her own labia together with both hands. "See, you look like a real woman, but I look like I'm twelve." Rhonda stood up to face her. "No, you're beautiful. Look at your nipples. They're perfect." Rhonda pressed her finger into to the small pink nub and felt it rise under her touch. She circled it slowly, watching it swell. Joellyn moaned softly and closed her eyes as Rhonda caught her other nipple between her fingers and pulled, filling it like its twin. She opened her eyes to see Rhonda looking down at her own breasts. "Mine are so big and dark. They show through my clothes and I can't wear any of the hot bathing suits." Joellyn cupped Rhonda's breasts in her hands and lifted them. "I wish I had these. I'd have the lowest cut tops and walk around waiting for them to pop out." Dr. Buttkiss put both hands on the table to steady herself. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Hoseman stood behind her, watching her excitement grow. She always wore her long brown hair in a tight bun, when working and this gave him a clear view of her neck, as it turned pink around the hairline and redder, under her ears. "I can't go in there like this. I need a minute to calm down," she gasped. Hoseman moved behind her and she could feel his hard cock press against her ass. He slid one arm under her breasts and pulled her back to him while the other hand slipped under her top and rubbed her bare belly. "I need you steady and sure handed in there. This will take the edge off of you," he said is a soft low tone. She tried to twist out of his grip, but couldn't find the strength. "No," she moaned, turning her ear to his mouth, feeling his breath on her cheek. "Yes," Hoseman whispered as his hand slipped inside the waist band of her scrubs. "It will only take a moment, and you'll feel much better." He felt her pubic hair. It was matted and slick with cream. His fingers pushed inside her with ease and pulled up against her clitoris. "No," she repeated, "Please, no," she pleaded. Hoseman's fingers were pulling every conscious thought from her mind. She looked back at the monitor to see Joellyn pull Rhonda's nipples between her fingers. "Yes. Don't fight me. You know you need it. You know, someday, I'm going to bend you over this table and fuck you." "No, no cock. I don't do cock," she moaned. Her knees were getting weak and she wanted to grab the table, but all she could do was press her hands against her breasts, trying to imitate Joellyn. "Yes, you will. You'll do cock. You'll do my cock. Right here on this table." The heat in her belly moved down, closer to his fingers. He stepped up the speed, in time to her gasping whimpers. "I'll bend you over and fuck you the way you need it. I'll fuck your cunt and your ass. That's right. I'll take that little cherry asshole of yours. Now do it, Wilma. Do it now." A hard spasm racked her hips and pulled her forward. She opened her mouth and made one sharp cry as her hands caught the table, holding herself up, feeling the tremors fade away. Hoseman gave her a moment to catch her breath, but when she did not move fast enough for him, he smacked her ass sharply. "Get your lab coat on and let's get this thing started," he commanded. "We haven't got all night." Dr. Buttkiss looked in the mirror to straighten her lab coat and check her hair. Damn, you Cath, she thought to her self. He had done something like this to her so many times, always picking her weakest moment, when she had no resistance. She would have to think of some exquisite revenge, but that would have to wait. The man knew what he was doing and results were just as he expected. Rhonda suddenly felt very warm. Joellyn's hands circled her breasts, lightly grazing her nipples, making them swell into puffy tan cones. "See?" Rhonda moaned, half in pleasure and half in discontent. My nipples look funny when they get hard." "I wish we could swap tits and pussies, like clothes," Joellyn giggled. Dr. Buttkiss appeared in the doorway, holding two small green plastic bottles and a tube of lubricating gel. "Come with me, ladies," she ordered. "It's time to prepare for the project." Buttkiss led then to a room across the hall. Rhonda and Joellyn stared in disbelief. Dorm life had not prepared them for the sight of a bathroom, equipped with nothing but four toilets in a row. There were no mirrors no sinks, or partitions, just white tile walls, a white tile floor, and four toilets along the wall. Rhonda and Joellyn exchanged nervous glances. "Rhonda," Buttkiss said firmly. "Turn around, bend over and spread your buttocks." Rhonda's mouth dropped open. Joellyn looked from Rhonda to Dr. Buttkiss. "Now," she said, even more firmly. Rhonda dutifully turned with a reluctant compliance and reached back to pull her cheeks apart. The Doctor's breath stopped for a moment and the shaky feelings which overcame her a few minutes before, threatened to return. Rhonda's anus was a small brown crinkle, surrounded by an oval patch of cocoa colored skin, stretching almost to her tail bone above and to her vulva below. Buttkiss was tempted to finish the preparations herself, but took a deep breath to clear her mind, and remembered Hoseman would be watching this room on the monitor, as well. She pulled the cap of one of the green bottles to reveal a long tapered nozzle and handed it to Joellyn. The girl looked at it, unsure what it was, until she turned it over and read the label, 'saline ready to use enema'. "Do I just stick it in her?" Joellyn asked. "What?" Rhonda exclaimed, but didn't break her position. "Don't be silly, girl. That is not how it's done. Hold your hand out to me." Joellyn complied and Buttkiss squirted a large dollop of gel on her middle finger. "Put this on her first." Joellyn tentatively dabbed gel onto Rhonda's puckered hole. "Not like that," Buttkiss barked. "Put your finger in all the way." She pressed and felt a little resistance, but the muscle quickly opened and her finger slid inside up to the knuckle. Rhonda made a sharp gasp, but held steady as Joellyn rotated her hand, coating the brown wrinkles well. Joellyn pulled her finger out and looked to Buttkiss for more instruction. "Press the nozzle all the way in, and squeeze gently. You only need about half the bottle." Rhonda whimpered quietly when she felt the cool liquid flow inside her rectum. Joellyn withdrew the flattened bottle timidly, half expecting to be sprayed, but Rhonda's anus closed without leaking a drop. "Very good, now it's your turn." Rhonda stood up with a distressed look on her face. "How long will this take before I?" she said and paused. "Don't be silly," Dr. Buttkiss chided her. "You aren't going to explode." The procedure was repeated with Joellyn bent over, spreading herself for Rhonda's lubed finger. Joellyn's pale pink anus was barely visible against her white skin. It was not nearly as interesting as Rhonda's chocolate orchid, but it was plain that Joellyn enjoyed this more than Rhonda. She arched her back and moaned as Rhonda pushed her finger in and out, sighing loudly when she felt the nozzle. Rhonda was squirming and clenching her cheeks tight by the time Joellyn's bottle was empty. Buttkiss left the two young women, sitting on adjoining toilets. Rhonda tried desperately to relax and not make any noise as the saline solution escaped. Joellyn did not seem concerned and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She looked over at Rhonda and said, "Haven't you ever done this before?" Rhonda clenched her eyes and squeezed one hand inside the other. "Oh God, I hate using the toilet when someone else is there. If I have to poop, I'll wait till midnight, just so no one else is in the bathroom." "I meant the enema," Joellyn said, trying not to smile and seem as if she was enjoying Rhonda's distress. "No," Rhonda replied. "Have you?" "I do it a lot. My last boyfriend at home really liked ass fucking. I always wanted to be clean, but after a while, I figured out it didn't really matter. I kept doing it when he wasn't there, because it felt so good. Those little bottles are neat. I could use them anywhere." "My boyfriend doesn't like it. He only did it once, and I had to ask him." "Wow," Joellyn mused. "I never met a guy who didn't like ass fucking. My favorite part is afterward, laying there beside him, with my asshole numb, and all wet and sticky." Rhonda savored the image in her mind for a moment, before pulling a few squares of rough intuitional grade paper from the roll. The stiff paper made her wince. "Would you do something for me?" she asked. "Sure," Joellyn answered. "What do you need?" "Check and see if I'm clean. I would just die if I went out there and Dr. Buttkiss saw poop on my butthole." "I would be happy to do that for you." Rhonda and Joellyn stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other, listening to Dr. Hoseman explain the two strange benches standing in the center of the lab. "They were built in Germany, to my design. The German understood my needs, perfectly." Each bench had four arms which held adjustable cushions and pads. Velcro backed straps and electric cables dangled from each pad. There was a control panel between the benches, filled with various gauges, knobs and switches and a large flat screen monitor. Overhead, a swing arm held an ominous white hose. The tip of the hose looked like a small spear point, with a round bulb just a bit behind it. Rhonda's eyes opened wide when she saw the hose. She wasn't exactly certain of its function, but could see, some part of that hose would soon be inside her. She looked to Joellyn, who still seemed as unconcerned as ever. "I prefer the kneeling exam bench, over the supine table, because it holds the subject immobile and there is less chance of disturbing the measurements," Dr. Hoseman said in his most authoritative tone. He put his right foot on a control pedal and smiled with pleasure as each bench tilted to full forward, a position which would have the test subject hanging upside down. Dr. Buttkiss wrinkled her forehead, wondering how useful that angle would be. With a shift of his toe, both benches rotated to an upright position. Now the thing looked more familiar to Rhonda. It was very similar to the small prayer bench in her bedroom at home, where she spent many tearful hours, begging God's forgiveness and contemplating her penance. Dr. Hoseman's voice droned on as he described the sensors and monitors, but none of it registered. She was back in her old bedroom, making her true confession, the confession she could not bring herself to speak aloud in the confessional. The kind priest had heard her standard juvenile sins for several years, and dispensed the standard penance of prayer and reflection. One day a stern Nun addressed her class and warned of the dangers of impure thoughts and lust, along with a graphic definition of lust. From that moment forward, Rhonda had very few pure thoughts. Her limited experience was supplemented by the tales other girls whispered in the restroom, stories of penises which could swell to ten times their original size and overflow with semen. Every man and boy she encountered became her newest fantasy. She was naked, but he remained clothed as she quickly unzipped his pants to give his cock room to grow, held it in both hands and rubbed the dripping head over her face and lips, down across her nipples and to her clitoris. Penetration was a vague concept, so her fantasy penis never entered her. She held it firmly against her clitoris, occasionally pressing it to her anus when the sensations were too intense. Rhonda knew these thoughts were terribly sinful and should be confessed, but when sitting the confessional, all she could admit to was impertinence and disrespect. How could she tell the man on the other side of the screen about her penis fantasy, without also confessing that he, the priest who would have to absolve her, was the latest subject. It was always the same. She would say her Our Father ten times, followed each time by her Hail Mary, and then leave the church feeling more impure, lustful and guilty, than ever before. There was relief if she could wait until dark, when she could slip from under her blanket and check for any noises in the house. Once her bedroom door was closed and locked, something she was not supposed to do, her night gown was across a chair and she knelt on the prayer bench, naked before God, Jesus and all the Saints. Rhonda clasped her hands in prayer, closed her eyes and recounted every impure thought of the day. Starting with her best friend's older brother and going through the list, a man waiting to cross the street, the track coach, an unknown face on a magazine cover and a variety of television actors, as well as popular rock stars. She tried to include every detail, which were always few, because she had never seen a real erect penis, much less touch one. In her ignorance, she thought the semen was a continuous flow, and was painted in it, from chin to thighs. One hand held the fantasy cock, while the other smeared her body with this mysterious fluid. All pretence of prayerful posture was abandoned. One hand rubbed furiously between her legs, while the other pinched her nipples and stroked her belly. The free hand quickly slipped over her hip and between her cheeks. A single finger, slick with cream, pressed and probed her asshole until it yielded. This always pushed her to a higher spiritual level, as her confessions became so intense, she could no longer express them and could only demonstrate, as absolution came closer with each breath. The blessing came quickly and Rhonda found herself crawling back under the blanket with her gown in her hand. It was too hot to put it on right away. Lesbian Schoolgirl Enema Bondage Years later, after her misconceptions had been corrected and there was a partner to operate the penis, sex was a mild disappointment. Nothing since, ever matched the intensity of those nights when she laid her soul bare for Jesus. Dr. Hoseman turned opened the drawer beneath the control panel and he and Dr. Buttkiss pulled examination gloves from a box. Joellyn shivered when she saw Dr. Buttkiss's dark red fingernail polish through the latex. Hoseman motioned to the girls and they stepped closer to the benches. Rhonda went toward bench Dr. Hoseman had demonstrated, but Dr. Buttkiss caught her by the arm and guided the girl to the left bench. Hoseman frowned, but a sharp look from Buttkiss kept him from saying anything. Rhonda put both hands on the upper pads and placed her knees into the padded sockets. Joellyn showed no hesitation, wiggling her ass to be sure her knees were in place. Each bench rose a few feet off the floor and rotated to horizontal, leaving the girls on their knees and elbows. The Doctors worked quickly, but thoroughly, fastening Velcro straps at the wrists and ankles, making certain the electrodes were in the proper position. A thin elastic belt went around the waist, with the sensor tucked into the navel. Rhonda rested her forehead on the pad, still lost in her prayer bench memory, but Dr. Buttkiss gathered her hair with one hand to pull her head back. A clear plastic mouth piece appeared before her eyes. "Open you mouth," Buttkiss ordered. The mouth piece was connected to a corrugated plastic hose and had a clamp which held her nostrils closed. "Take a deep breath." The air has a slight medicinal taste, but flowed freely. Buttkiss pulled a strap around her head and secured the mouthpiece in place. Rhonda looked to her left, to see Joellyn's respirator installed, just as hers. Joellyn's eyes were closed and except for her lips flared over the mouth piece, looked serene and content. Buttkiss adjusted the pad under her head and left her comfortably staring at the blond to her left. The bench moved again, raising her ass higher and spreading her knees. Dr. Hoseman picked up a tube of lubricant from the drawer and squirted a liberal amount on the first two fingers of his right hand. Dr. Buttkiss did the same. "I should have known you would take the brownie, for yourself," he said. Buttkiss smiled at him as she smeared the lube over Rhonda's anus, painting it with a slow circular motion. She put the other hand on the girl's ass to stop it from trembling. "There's nothing wrong with a pinkie," she replied. "I didn't know you had a preference, not that it would have mattered. When I saw this lovely young thing bent over in the toilet room, there was no way, I was letting you have first shot at her." Buttkiss probed lightly, and feeling the sphincter tighten, resumed the gentle massage. "I like a pinkie, just fine," Hoseman replied as he pushed his finger against Joellyn's tiny hole. It relaxed and his finger sank in with no resistance. "The brownie I want is yours." Buttkiss wrinkled her brow, but kept pressing her fingers lightly. "How would you know, I'm a brownie?" she demanded. A single finger slipped inside Rhonda, eliciting a groan and a sharp spike on the meter monitoring her breathing. "Simple," Hoseman answered with obvious satisfaction. "A woman's anus and her nipples are always the same pigment." "How do you know that, and when have you seen my nipples?" "It's an empirical observation, and I see your nipples every time you bend over in that top. If you have contrary data, I will be happy to include it in my research." Buttkiss clenched her teeth. Hoseman had once again out talked her. The two naked girls, strapped to the benches, with their anuses on display, certainly did not contradict his statement and she was not eager to be included in his study. Hoseman pulled the swing arm over and took the hose tip in hand. He pressed a button and the spear point began to swell until it filled out into a globe shape. Another press of the button and the spear point quickly deflated. Buttkiss was visibly impressed. Hoseman rotated two fingers inside Joellyn. "I may need a larger tip for this one," he said. "Looks can be deceiving." Buttkiss was paying no attention to his musings. She slathered the hose tip intended for Rhonda with lube and took a deep breath to calm herself. The stiff tube opened the puckered hole, smoothing the wrinkles as it slipped inside. Rhonda moaned loudly and tried to rock back on her knees, flexing the muscles in her buttocks and thighs. Buttkiss was tempted to pull it out and reinsert it, hoping to see the same reaction, but restrained herself. Hoseman had Joellyn's hose firmly in place, but she did not make a similar display, which disappointed him a bit. Her reaction to inflating the tip was more satisfying. Her heart rate soared and the air hose hissed as she inhaled deeply. She opened her eyes to see Rhonda's wide brown eyes staring back at her. Hoseman checked the waist belt on each girl for proper placement and announced, "We are ready to begin." Back at the control panel, he inflated the outer bulbs, holding the hose tip firmly in place with no chance of leakage. The hose shifted and stiffened in the brackets as water began to flow. Joellyn braced herself for the shock of cool water, but Dr. Hoseman's amazing machine was adjusted to near perfect body temperature. The pressure in her belly slowly grew and she pulled at the wrist restraints, wanting to put fingers to her clitoris. Hoseman watched the meters connected to the waist belts, monitoring distension, slowing the flow slightly to prevent the onset of cramps. Joellyn relaxed and let her spine sag as she felt the tension of the belt around her stomach. Rhonda was still adjusting to the shock of this unfamiliar sensation. Except for her fingers, the small enema bottle and her one experience with anal sex, this was the most that had ever been inserted into her ass. Her short prayer bench reverie had left her in such a state of excitement, every touch went straight to her clitoris. Dr. Buttkiss's slick fingers had been a delicious tease and she was ready for anything the woman wanted to do. All she could feel was an incredibly warm feeling, deep in her belly. It pressed upward, making her breath through the mouth piece in short puffs. Dr. Buttkiss looked at Rhonda's red and swollen labia with great pleasure and cupped her hand against the straining girl. "This shouldn't take too long," she said. Hoseman was watching with slight envy. Joellyn was obviously comfortable and enjoying herself, but the color change in her vulva was not nearly as stark as Rhonda. A rich pink color was spreading from the blond girl's labia to up around her anus, but Rhonda was almost purple. "Really?" Hoseman asked. "Are your fingers that good?" Buttkiss took this as a challenge. "Do you think yours are better?" Hoseman grinned, showing his teeth and chuckled. "You know how good my fingers are. Care to make it interesting?" Buttkiss eyed him suspiciously. "What would make it interesting for you?" "If my girl cums first, I get to add your brownie to my research collection." "And if Rhonda is first? Then what?" "I don't know. Name it. I must have something you want." "Okay, if I win, you give me a copy of all your research images." "Hmm," Hoseman murmured, pretending to contemplate her offer. "One brownie, for a couple thousand brownies and pinkies seems like an unfair trade, but I'll take it." "Done, then" said Buttkiss and held out her gloved hand. Hoseman tried to give her a firm handshake, but her lubed fingers slipped through his when he squeezed. After both doctors pulled on a fresh pair of gloves, Hoseman pushed a few more buttons and the monitor flickered to life. Lines tracing heart beat, breathing and distention, raced across the screen. . "Ready, set, go." Both doctors pressed a finger to the clitoris of the girl kneeling before them and began to gently rub, watching the monitors for signs of arousal. Rhonda's heart rate jumped at the first touch. Joellyn's heart was beating fast before Hoseman began to rub. She had been lost in thoughts about the water filling her and swelling her belly, wondering why she had never thought to use warm water in the bag. It had been several weeks since she enjoyed her private treat. A dorm shower or toilet was no place for this kind of play. But, why not? She could see Rhonda's face starting to flush with excitement. Her dark nipples were protruded from her swaying breasts and slapping the headrest. She was enjoying the same feelings. Maybe there were other girls, like her. Even if she found an enema friend, privacy was still the problem. Rhonda couldn't stand to poop in front of others. That was a problem. This special hose tip might help. Joellyn's routine was to hang the bag on the towel bar, sit on the toilet and stroke the narrow enema nozzle in and out of her asshole, until she had to touch herself, letting the water fill her as she rubbed her clitoris. The feelings intensified when the bag was nearly empty and she strained to hold the nozzle in her asshole, trying to retain the water until her orgasm forced her to relax and expel with a great splash. Warm water was so much better, and the retention tip felt almost like a cock in her asshole. This thought was too much for Joellyn. Her mind was suddenly filled with and image of herself, in her boyfriend's shower, holding the towel rod with both hands, while he plunged his cock deep in her ass. A warm water enema and an assfuck, maybe both at the same time. Was it possible? Could she hold her water while he fucked her? Would he even do it? Joellyn was back where she started, despairing over finding someone with who to share this passion when Dr. Hoseman's latex covered finger touched her. Rhonda was less focused than Joellyn. The sensations were new and wonderful, driving her to pull against the restraints, trying to intensify them. She could only arch her back slightly, which made her breasts slap against the pad her head rested upon. The cold vinyl could not touch her nipples and the pressure was too slight to be of much help. She wanted to lie flat on the bench, grinding her breasts and her mound against it, but the kneepads held her thighs in place, making it impossible to rock back or spread farther apart. The most she could do was flex her buttocks, which pulled against the hose, sending a shock straight to her clitoris. With each inhaled breath, her asshole contracted around the nozzle. She tried to hold the air in her lungs to prolong the feeling as long as possible, but the growing pressure in her belly pushed against her lungs, making her dizzy. A hand against her vulva forced her spine to curve inward, stretching her belly to the bursting point. Two fingers closed over her clitoris, bringing relief to her restrained frustration, but creating a new sweet torment. A woman's voice echoed in her mind, "Won't take long", ran through her mind over and over. "Won't take long." seemed like forever. Rhonda focused on Joellyn. The blonde girl's lips trembled, as she bit down on the respirator and her blue eyes were half closed. All thoughts were washed from Rhonda's mind. All she could sense was Joellyn's eyes looking through her. Even the fingers stroking her clitoris were lost, as her bud swelled and pulsed with each beat of her heart. Joellyn was also lost in the feeling, but the fingers on her clitoris were all she could feel. Dr. Hoseman began with two fingers, inserted slowly and rotated to pull downward, against her pubic bone, unaware he was imitating her own technique. Hoseman's hand quickly became hers, and even with eyes open, all her mind could see was her slender thighs spread wide, as she furiously rubbed her clitoris with one hand and held her stomach with the other. The heat in her belly grew, spreading through her thighs. The rhythm and pressure were perfect and her whimpers became a cry, which trumpeted through the mouth piece. Joellyn's delicate song penetrated Rhonda's fog, pushing her closer to the edge. She strained and pulled at the straps, desperately pushing back against the warm hand between her thighs. Rhonda opened her mouth so wide, the mouth piece fell loose between her teeth, as all sound in the room went silent, unable to hear even her own scream. Hoseman heard Buttkiss pull her gloves off with a snap. He pulled his off and tossed them in the waste bin on top of hers, clearly very pleased with his effort. Dr. Buttkiss paid no attention to him. She had one hand on the small or Rhonda's back on the other softly stroked the curve of her ass where it met the thigh. "As soon as we get these girls out of here, you can pay up," he said, very smugly. "Pay up? I don't think so. You lost. This girl's orgasm hit long before hers." Hoseman glared at her and typed angrily at the key board. The monitor shifted to two frames, one showing Joellyn's data and Rhonda's in the other. "The data will show you who was first." A gently sloping line with small peaks and valleys appeared in each frame and began to shift upward as it scrolled from right to left. Joellyn's line was slightly higher and rose faster. Hoseman confidently increased the scroll speed. Buttkiss watched Rhonda's line intently. It was smoother than the other girl's, but it showed a steady increase. Hoseman jabbed his finger at a high peak on Joellyn's graph. "See, that's how it's done," he said proudly. "We're not betting on the halftime score," Buttkiss responded. "Just run the tape and you'll see." Hoseman grit his teeth and kept his eyes on the monitor. "Dammit," he muttered. "I want that brownie." The screen was approaching the final frames when Rhonda line rose quickly to match Joellyn's. Both lines made a sudden steep peak and disappeared of the top of the screen. Hoseman cursed under his breath while he reset the frame parameters. Both doctors stared in disbelief. Both girls orgasmic peak started in the same millisecond and continued off the screen. "A fucking tie!" Hoseman moaned. "It's the fingers. Fingers are just not enough. A woman needs cock. That would have made the difference." "Yeah?" Buttkiss countered. "My tongue would have made my girl break the straps long before yours even knew you were in her." "Don't give me any of your Lesbian bullshit. A tongue is just a wet finger." "Okay, you son of bitch. Round two, cock versus tongue. Double or nothing!" Hoseman eyebrows nearly touched on his wrinkled forehead. "You don't have two assholes to wager. What's double or nothing?" "Name yours and I'll name mine." Hoseman stopped to consider this offer. An opportunity like this doesn't come often. "Right," he responded. "You, strapped to this bench, inflated like a beach ball, while I fuck you ragged, and you don't get up until you beg for release or three honest orgasms." Buttkiss shuddered at the thought and took a sideways glance at Rhonda. The purple color in her anus was fading back to its original cocoa brown, but her labia were still swollen, barely revealing the deep pink interior. For a moment, she saw herself in Rhonda's place. It wasn't the worst thing she ever imagined and not close to the worst she ever endured. "Yeah, my double is you tied to this bench, while I fuck you with my strap-on, until you give me three honest orgasms." "Three? How the fuck can I do that." "You don't do anything but bend over. I do the rest." Hoseman did not need as long as Buttkiss to consider the offer. If she thought cock milking strap-on sex scared him, it would just have to be her surprise of the day. It didn't matter, as he had no intention of losing the second round. He held out his hand to her. "Done!" he exclaimed as she grasped it and squeezed, slightly tighter than he thought her capable. Hoseman returned the monitor to real time data and check all the readings. He gave the girls another jet of warm water and smiled when he saw their pulses quicken. Dr. Buttkiss was also smiling as she rotated Rhonda's bench, raising the girl's ass and dropping her head slightly. Her black pubic hair was soaked with cream. Dr. Buttkiss could not resist combing the matted pubes with her bare fingers. Rhonda moaned loudly, attracting the attention of Joellyn and Dr. Hoseman. The dark haired girl's eyes were closed and her lips were curled tight around the mouthpiece. "Wait," Hoseman barked. "No priming the pump. We both start together." Buttkiss turned to respond, but could only stare in amazement as Hoseman put on fresh gloves and pulled the waistband of his scrubs down, exposing the most magnificent erect cock she had ever seen. It wasn't the biggest cock she had ever seen, but all she could do was stare as the word "nice" escaped from her mouth, taking one entire exhaled breath. She took a deep breath, hoping fresh oxygen would clear her head. Hoseman wrapped his hand around his cock and stretched what foreskin had been left by the obstetrician, over the head, bringing the veins to the surface, bulging as they encircled the shaft. Dr. Buttkiss wanted to just look away, but something about Dr. Hoseman's penis held her eyes in place. It looked familiar, perfectly straight and symmetrical, even though she was certain Hoseman had never exposed himself to her. Where she might have seen it before, she wondered. Before the thought was complete, she knew. In her bedroom, in the drawer was the twin brother of Hoseman's cock. Her favorite strap-on dildo, except for the color, was identical in size and shape. Was Dr. Hoseman a cock model for sex toy companies? What beautiful irony. Hoseman's arrogance would lead him to be fucked by his own cock. Buttkiss tried to conjure the image of Hoseman bent over an exam table, his fingernails digging into the vinyl as she slammed her Hoseman replica into him, but instead she saw her own ruby red nails clawing the upholstery as Hoseman pounded her asshole with the real thing. Dr. Buttkiss put a hand on Rhonda's ass to steady herself. It's just a cock and you don't do cock, she told herself. Hoseman's voice replayed in her head, "Yes, you will. You'll do cock. You'll do my cock. Right here on this table.. Buttkiss tried to summon some anger at his arrogance, but all she felt was something warm, deep in her belly. Rhonda moaned and squirmed, distracting her for a moment. She took a moment catch her breath, but Hoseman was fumbling with something he pulled from the drawer and she looked back to see him rubbing lubricating gel on the head of his penis. A pearl of clear fluid formed at the slit. Her tongue pushed against her teeth, but she would not let Hoseman see her lick her lips while he lubed his cock. Rhonda squealed and Buttkiss realized her fingernails were digging into the girl's ass. She gently rubbed the small crescent marks, trying to get the image of Hoseman's cock out of her mind. She had almost succeeded, he muttered a curse and she had to look again. He was pulling at the corner of a condom wrapper, but his gloved fingers were slick with gel. Hoseman looked at her for a second as if she might help, but that idea quickly faded. He clamped the wrapper between his teeth and tore it off in one quick motion. "Don't worry," he told her as he rolled the condom down his shaft, "You get it bareback." "Oh yeah," Buttkiss countered. "When I am through with you, you'll be spending nights at the bus station, begging for barebacks." Hoseman flashed a knowing grin. "Time to put your mouth where your money is." Dr. Buttkiss stepped on the foot pedal and Rhonda's bench rose higher and rotated forward until her pussy was nearly eye level. She gave silent thanks for Hoseman's clever invention. This would be much easier than kneeling on the floor. The rich aroma of cream filled her lungs. The outer bulb hid the details of Rhonda's clenched anus, but her perfect labia split open to reveal the folds of the pink interior. Lesbian Schoolgirl Enema Bondage Dr. Buttkiss knew she should don fresh gloves, but could not resist the feel of Rhonda's smooth skin against her fingertips. It was difficult to maintain a professional attitude when her face was inches from this beautiful ass, but this girl needed a professional's touch. Rhonda felt the Doctors warm breath on her pussy and closed her eyes as Dr Buttkiss's tongue sliced though her slit. Buttkiss pressed her lips around Rhonda's clitoris and sucked it between her teeth, rolling her tongue slowly over the swollen bud. Rhonda's mind started to float, feeling she could see over her shoulder, even higher, to see Dr. Buttkiss's cheeks sink in as the older woman nursed at her clitoris. She tried to concentrate, but her tongue was working reflexively, needing no guidance. This was why Buttkiss worked so hard to become a gynecologist and then took a low paying position in a University Infirmary. That was the place where young women came, usually for their first real examination. Young women of every shape and size took off their designer jeans, put on a paper shirt, and laid down with their feet in the air, just for her pleasure. Women who needed an understanding, but stern older woman, to explain things, and most of all, assure that all was alright, "down there." Some had years of sexual experience, most had one lover in high school and there were a few virgins. All were ignorant little girls when it came to their own bodies. Just saying the words, "down there," was enough to start the Doctor on her standard lecture. Dr. Buttkiss had heard every trendy, cute or crude euphemism and hated every one of them. The standard pussy and cunt were bad enough, but hoo-hah, vage, vajayjay, cooch, cooter, twat, pokananny, and winkie, drove her insane. Every semester a new one popped up. Buttkiss knew she had the girl's full attention when she switched on a bright lamp and pulled down the large round mirror. Suddenly the girl was faced with an image that might have been the surface of a distant exotic planet, filled with details and colors she had never seen in her closest self examination. Dr. Buttkiss positioned the mirror and began with a well lubed finger. "This is your anus," she said calmly, while giving the most thorough anal inspection possible with a single finger. "Say it for me," she instructed, pushing her finger inside again, this time curling upward, against the vagina. The disconcerted girl could see the Doctor's gloved finger easily slide in and out of her, and after being prompted again would hesitantly say, "This is my anus." The tour would continue, up the perineum to where the Doctor cupped her hand over the entire area and instructed the girl to say, "This is my vulva," followed by the labia majora and labia minora. Virgins were shown their hymen, including a gentle tug on the delicate membrane to emphasize its delicateness. The clitoris was always given a thorough explanation as Dr. Buttkiss tugged it between her fingers to pull back the prepuce and expose the shaft, pulling the frenulum tight. The girl had to pronounce each word correctly as the Doctor touched it, even though frenulum did not come easily off the tongue when her clitoris was stretched to the limit. The interior parts were revealed by the Doctor's clear plastic speculum. By this part of the exam, the girl understood her role and quickly repeated her lines as the mirror was adjusted to shine light on her cervix and anterior wall of the vagina. Even the most experienced girls were amazed by the ease with which the plastic speculum opened them. The modern tools were much better than the stainless steel monster which Buttkiss remembered from her first pelvic exam. She had a similar instrument, but kept it at home, for less professional examinations. For last part of the tour, she applied lube to her smallest finger and instructed the student to say, "This is my urethral meatus," as the digit gently probed the tiny orifice. The sound of a young woman's voice, saying "urethral meatus" was something she would replay in her mind over and over, later that evening, at home with the stainless steel monster. The last part of the exam was truly Buttkiss's favorite. "I need a urine specimen," she would say and the girl would assume the exam was over and she would be sent to a nearby toilet. After an hour of confusion and uncertainty, most girls were not surprised when the Doctor did not move from her position at the foot of the table. Instead, she pulled out a drawer which held a metal basin and instructed the girl to slide to the edge and hold the stirrups for balance. Dr. Buttkiss positioned the girl's heels on either side of the basin, and asked, "Do you separate your labia with your fingers when you urinate?" Most girls said no, but the memory of the one who answered, "Only when someone is watching," stayed with her. "It's very important to collect urine which is not contaminated by the natural bacteria of the vagina." Buttkiss opened a foil pack containing an alcohol wipe and held the labia apart as she swabbed it over the urethral meatus. Any girl who felt she could not produce, suddenly felt the urge when the alcohol chilled her. "Now, just relax and urinate for me," the Doctor instructed in a calm soothing tone. The golden dribble would appear, tentative at first and then a full stream, pouring into the basin. Buttkiss would quickly hold the specimen cup in place until it filled and then cap it as the girl finished in the basin. Before the girl was released from the table, she had to demonstrate the proper technique for holding her labia apart and wiping, from back to front, after urinating. Rhonda's strident moans brought Dr. Buttkiss back to her task, even though her tongue needed no supervision. It was easier than riding a bicycle. The Doctor's lips and tongue worked skillfully over Rhonda's clitoris, slowing only to lap at the cream and a quick swallow. Rhonda twisted her wrists in the straps, wanting more than anything to squeeze her breasts and roll her nipples between her fingers, but the bench held her immobile, unable to do any more than let them swing in the air. Dr. Hoseman held Joellyn's hips firmly. He could see the monitor, an advantage he had over his partner, who could only see Rhonda's magenta labia and the white bulb pressed tight against her darkening anus. Joellyn's vagina was tight and hot, but her colors were so bland. Even at the point of orgasm, she just got pinker. Beads of sweat formed at the cleft of her ass, caught in the fine peach fuzz that grew on the small of her back. Hoseman knew she was close. The monitor showed heartbeat, respiration and blood oxygen, but the most important physical reaction of all, cervical contractions, were not monitored. He could feel each one, even through the condom. Hoseman tried to concentrate and not let the sensation overcome him. He had to hold off his orgasm, no matter how tight Joellyn's pussy squeezed or how hot it became. It was becoming more difficult. Not only was the beautiful young Joellyn tied down, moaning and whimpering as she took his cock, just to his right was Rhonda, making the same noises, but giving him full view of her swollen belly and hard dark brown nipples. Rhonda's eyes were wide open and her face was flushed, a red blush showing through her tan skin. The black haired girl was close, too. Something had to be done. Hoseman took the white hose that penetrated Joellyn's bright pink anus and pulled gently, bending the nozzle toward the base of her spine. The wrinkles of her pucker stretched tight as it flared over the retention bulb. Her reaction was immediate and he felt it in his cock. Joellyn screamed into the respirator. Hoseman pumped the nozzle up and down, in time to the strokes of his cock. Joellyn twisted her neck and bit down on the mouthpiece as spasms raced up her spine. It was more that Hoseman could stand. He released the hose and grabbed Joellyn by the waist, forcing deep into her, letting the contractions milk semen from his pulsing cock. Hoseman wished he could just lie back and enjoy the sensations while his heart rate returned to normal, but there was too much work to be done. Joellyn's vagina was still contracting around his penis, threatening to suck the condom off him as he withdrew. Dr. Hoseman had disposed of the condom and repositioned his scrub pants when he realized Rhonda and Dr. Buttkiss were also finished. The last minutes were a blur in his mind and he was not sure who won the race. Buttkiss seemed unconcerned. Rhonda was limp, her back curved inward and her eyes closed. Hoseman quickly ran the data stream back to the start point and replayed it at fast speed. This got the other Doctor's attention. She stood beside Hoseman, watching each frame appear, each line rising at the same rate, until both peaked. Hoseman froze the display and it was clear, just as before, both girls reach orgasm within a millisecond to the other. "What do we do now?" she asked. "I don't know. I was sort of looking forward to losing," Hoseman replied with a sigh. "Really? You mean that? I was too." Hoseman twisted the coupler at the end of Joellyn's hose and released it, leaving the retention nozzle in her anus, and rotated the bench to the upright position. "We can talk about our wager, later," he said as he released the straps around Joellyn's ankles. "Would you help our test volunteers to the toilets, while I save our data?" "It would be my pleasure," Dr. Buttkiss said with a broad smile.