0 comments/ 106540 views/ 15 favorites Unplugged By: margaret_jenkins I passed the afternoon almost in a daze. After I left the clinic of Dr. Baxter my mind and emotions were full of my experience of the last few hours – the initially professional demeanour of the doctor, but later so bizarre, the attractive, guileless young nurse, subservient to her boss's instructions, the intimacy of the examination and the enforced excretions onto the nurse's uniform and, climactically, the fitting and testing of the anal plug inside my rectum. Above all I was physically filled by the large quantity of stool remaining in my rectum and by the butt-plug. The plug was constantly holding my sphincter open, making me I feel as if I was defecating. I felt strange and I wanted to clench against it, but I realised that nothing could emerge and by relaxing it became more comfortable. In fact the harness was not strictly necessary, as long as I didn't move about too much, but I was advised to wear it attached to begin with, partly to get used to it so it would not feel strange when I did need it, but also I would perhaps appreciate the extra feeling of security. A week later I would have to revisit the clinic to check that the plug was functioning satisfactorily. I had been told until then to wear a clean pair of white cotton panties each day and to keep them on at night, only lowering them to use the bathroom. "We have to check the plug was not allowing any leaks," the doctor had said. I hoped the delicate, expensive ones I was wearing now would not be soiled. Without thinking, I found myself wandering toward the town centre, and realised I needed something to eat. I stopped at a coffee shop and relaxed over a large pot and a deliciously wicked Danish. I figured I needed to refuel; I would certainly need to be refreshed for the ordeal with Lauren. She would be certain to insist I recount the visit in detail, and would no doubt want to check my plug and its effectiveness in plugging my rear opening. On impulse I bought some more panties, not just a budget pack of plain cheaply made but better quality ones. I would wear these over the next week. I should not have been surprised that Lauren was at home already when I returned mid-afternoon. She must have been especially excited about my day to leave school early and came out to hug me warmly as I approached the door. "Mom, I've been so anxious about you, if everything went fine, if you feel OK. You must tell me all about it ....." I described as best I could, considering my still excited and rather mixed-up state of mind. Lauren was particularly interested in the nurse, Ulricke, and made me repeat our exchanges several times. I started to moisten as I recounted her examination of me and how she assisted in the testing of my plug. "Oh, mom, I'm sorry. I've been pumping you for all the exciting stuff and never thought to ask if you feel comfortable. Does my mom feel full, does she want to empty her bowels?" "Yes honey, mom wants to empty her bowels but she's a bit concerned about wearing the great big plug in her ass. I might need you to check everything is working right." "Yes, I agree. I hope mommy won't be shy about having her daughter inspect and attend to her voiding." "Well, it is rather humiliating, but I realise it is important that I am checked thoroughly." Good, would mom like Lauren to come into the bathroom as well? What would she like her to wear?" "Honey, you look so nice in your white lycra leotard, it shows off your figure and legs so well. But perhaps it would not be a good choice. Momma's rather full and might make a mess. I'd be worried about getting it dirty." "Ah, I have something else, a new one that will be perfect, and it doesn't matter if it gets dirty. OK mom, I think it's time you got ready. Strip off everything except your panties and wait in the bathroom for me. I'll be a few minutes so you don't need to rush." I undressed slowly in my bedroom, carefully hanging up the smart jacket, skirt and blouse, rolled down my stockings and removed my bra. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror I saw at once how my nipples were standing out, proud and stiff. Then looking down I was embarrassed to see the large wet patch at the crotch of my panties. I touched it with my fingertips and felt the slightly sticky, viscous fluid that bespoke arousal rather than urination. I brought the scent to my nose and sniffed the animal aroma. It smelt stronger than ever. Lauren would be certain to remark and the thought made me redden, that I could become sexually aroused by answering my own daughter's questions. I put on a floral-patterned silk kimono and went to the bathroom to wait. I saw that a large, white flat-bottom bowl had been place in the shower cubicle, and guessed that Lauren had intentions about its use. Lauren soon entered, closed and locked the door as though against some imaginary possible intrusion. As promised she wore something akin to the leotard, but mostly cornflower blue, and of PVC. It stretched taut over the contours of her torso and was sleeveless and continuous at the front up to a high collar, lower at the back. It was cut high at the sides, exposing most of her hips but in front just generous enough to keep her vagina covered. The front contained a white rectangular panel like a bib over her breasts and to the level of her waist below which was a wider panel that extended down to the crotch and out to the side. Elsewhere it was uniform blue. It fastened by a zipper running up the back. Her face was heavily made up with mascara and eye shadow, and her lips and cheeks were deep rouge. She had gathered her blonde hair and pinned it into a tight chignon. The outfit completed a pair of white latex gloves. She was devoid of any other apparel. The PVC moulded to Lauren's contours, emphasising her taut, well-trained body and finely trimmed waist. Her limbs were the colour of honey, firmly muscled from the hours I knew she spent in the gym and on the running track. "I'm glad to see mom is wearing her lovely kimono, it gives such a classy a look and is so lovely and smooth to the touch." She stood right behind me and gently ran her hands down the back, then sides and turning me about, lasciviously stroked down several times over my breasts. Each time she gently pinched my nipples through the silk, bringing them again to erection. Slowly then, she lowered her hands to my waist, unfastened the belt and parted the garment to reveal my belly, then slipped it off and hung it on one of the hooks at the door. She stood back and surveyed me, running her gaze down from my face and then up. "Part your legs, mom." She stared directly at my panties. "Mmmmmm, what do I see here? Did mom wet her panties a little, or is she aroused? Let Lauren check .... Hmmmmm, I think mom must have got excited." She placed her hand at my crotch and stroked with her fingers my mound, my lower belly just above the band of my panties, and the inside of my thighs, then pressed a fingertip right over the spot where it covered my vaginal opening, provoking more wetness. She then slowly lowered my panties revealing my almost complete nakedness. In fact it was as if I was more than totally naked, as the only "garment" remaining was the harness that made sure my plug was secure but which exposed my condition even more. She gently rubbed my clitoris with the knuckle of her little finger, then suddenly plunged a finger into my vagina. I immediately felt the familiar turmoil as my insides seemed to melt and my pelvis started to gyrate and grind, almost involuntarily. I was ashamed of my lewd display but could not desist. My legs became unsteady and I would have come to a massive orgasm at Lauren's touch. Immediately, though she drew her hands away and stepped back. "I can tell mom has got very excited. Did mom have dirty thoughts and feelings when her daughter felt around and inside her cunt? Did she like that?" Embarrassed, I looked down and whispered. "Yes, honey, mom got very aroused and was about to climax." "No mom, say it properly and look at me." I blushed deeply in shame at my having to look her directly in the eye and articulate my response so clearly. "Yes, mom got real hot as she felt her daughter's fingers on her clitty and her fuck hole. Mom likes her daughter to finger-fuck her sloppy wet cunt. She wanted so badly to cum on Lauren's fingers. She liked it, mom loves to be dirty and slutty with her daughter. " Lauren caressed and kissed my face, and whispered in my ear. "Thank you, you're the best." Then forcefully, "Now get in the shower and step into the bowl, spread those legs to the sides and bend over slightly with your hands on your knees. I need to see that you're good and plugged and then get you cleaned out. But maybe mom needs a good piss first. Does mom want to piss?" "Yes, love, mommy has a full bladder and feels uncomfortable. She badly needs to piss. She wants to show that she can do it properly while standing up and make it all go into the bowl. Mommy's a grown up lady and doesn't feel shy about doing it while her daughter watches." The degradation was my sexual drug. It excited me to talk and act in this depraved way, displaying this intimate, normally private act. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in, but keeping my legs close. I began to ooze vaginal juice. Lauren stepped in behind me and gave me a sharp slap on each buttock. I turned and faced her, keeping eye contact. I spread my legs wider and with my fingers held my labia apart to expose my pee-hole. "See, mom is holding herself open to piss, like good, clean girls are taught to." I relaxed my bladder and let the hot golden fluid jet from me. I shut my eyes and sighed partly in satisfaction of managing to perform in front of Lauren and partly in the feeling of pleasure and the wave of comfort swept through me. Then I turned and displayed my buttocks and the object embedded in the dark cleft to her. She reached for the fastening and undid the clasps of the harness, letting the ends hang free. Without the additional restraint it felt insecure, and I imagined it would be forcibly ejected from my rectum and release spectacularly the contents. But it remained safely I place, confirming what I knew – the device was well designed and the right size. Lauren held the base and began to twist and move it in various directions, minutely at first so as merely to alter the position an amount of pressure. Then she began to experiment a little, forcing it further to open a small crack through which there was an audible escape of gas. I almost jumped at this sudden release and immediately I noticed the aroma of long-trapped decay. She released the plug which immediately slipped back into position, reforming the closure. "Hmmm, quite a richness. I think mom must be very dirty inside and there's going to be quite a mess to clean up. Does mom think she has a huge load of nasty shit inside her dirtbox and need to get rid of it?" "Yes, mom has a lot of waste inside her rectum and it needs to be expelled. I fear it is going to be very messy so it is a good job you are wearing something than will wipe clean." Lauren manipulated the plug again, moving it further and causing me to let out some more gas. This time there was a long damp farting sound and I suspected I had excreted some foul slurry. This was confirmed when I looked round and noticed a wet brown streak on the front of Lauren's outfit, running down over her tummy and to where it covered her pubic mound.. "Mom, look at my leotard, it's already dirty! You mustn't worry about that. I realise you have a lot of waste to get rid of and you need me to help you. So just relax." Lauren gently pulled at the plug, not at first to remove it I thought, but rather to test the resistance. "Ah, I'm glad to see it is firmly in place. I think you can feel confidence that your butt-plug will prevent ant seepage from your shit hole. Now, I am going to pull it out so you'll feel your ring forced open. Just relax, try not to clamp down on it and don't worry about any mess. You know I am not offended at seeing or smelling as mom expels her shit, even when it makes a bit of a mess on me." I feel a gentle but more persistent tugging. I tried to resist the instinct to tighten my sphincter but I could make myself relax. Lauren pulled harder and the object suddenly forced its way through and past my ring open. I tried to close but anus but was unable to prevent the loud and energetic blast of gas and runny excrement which erupted. I had become fairly used to the smell of my waste, but it was much more pungent on this occasion, no doubt having been bottled up for so long. Lauren bade me stand up and recover my breath. I felt more comfortable, the fullness I felt before must have been largely due to the gas inside me rather than simply the amount of stool. I was sure that the eruption had forced out only some of the contents of my bowels, closest to my anus, but there was surely more that was deeper. Even so, I was not prepared for the sight when I turned to face my daughter. The whole of the middle of her outfit was awash, the expulsion must have caught her right in the midriff. There were splashes all over but even more startling was the river of brown slurry that was working its was down from her belly, over her crotch and down her legs. There were even splashed on her arms, neck, chin and cheeks. "Oh, honey, I'm so ashamed to lose control. I didn't mean to make such a mess." "But mom, I don't mind at all. It does not matter if you get me dirty. Mom mustn't be ashamed. Look." Lauren showed me the plug, which was covered with a generous layer of my excrement. With one gloved hand she wiped it and then showed me the amount she had transferred onto the white latex. "See, this doesn't bother me." She brought it to her nose and inhaled, and sighed in pleasure. How could my daughter enjoy so much the sight, feel and smell of her mom's excrement? The Lauren wiped her soiled glove horizontally over her outfit, right over both her breasts. "Look mom, look how dirty I am." She hugged me tight, pressing her body in the shit-covered PVC against me and crushing my breasts against her. She kissed me on the mouth and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. "Oh mom, I love you so much. But we haven't finished yet. I'm sure there's more to come out of you." "Now let's finish the job. Turn round, spread those legs, and bend forward. Let's see that shit hole open." As soon as I had complied she ordered me to hold my buttock cheeks apart and relax my sphincter. Presenting myself in this position was always especially humiliating for me. Completely naked and displaying my buttock cleft and rear opening so lewdly was bad enough at the clinic, but at least there I could regard it as an essential part of my treatment, and the staff were professionals. But at home, assuming this degrading position at my daughter's command was especially debasing. What was most disturbing was that I could not help becoming sexually aroused at having to present myself in such a degrading way. The dirtiness, and the exploration of forbidden feelings were intoxicating. My vagina was literally dripping. I felt as if I were opening my bowels, I knew I was still part full but nothing was emerging. Lauren gently squeezed each bottock, gently at first and then more firmly. She alternated the kneading with playful taps to my flesh and the occasional hard slap. "Mom, your ass is really gorgeous, all the exercise has got it in great trim, firm and tight. And you have such a pretty cleft and rosebud." She pushed a finger, then two into my rectum, reaching as far as she could, then withdrew it. "Oh dear. Yes, really, still a lot more to come out. As I expected you need some help. Just stay like that for a minute." Lauren took the showerhead from the hook, switched on and adjusted the flow and directed it straight at my exposed anal opening. I started, instinctively, but the sensation was not painful, in fact remarkably pleasant. I seemed to have no control over my ring, it seemed to open involuntarily. "That's it mom, relax, let all your shit come out ... yes, like that, don't be ashamed. I want to see it. You've got a lovely shit hole, it looks great when your bowels open and release those brown chunks." Within a few moments a steady stream of excrement was pouring from it, dropping with a succession of splatting and plopping sounds onto the white bowl. I felt it splash up onto my ankles and when I looked down I saw a copious mound of brown chunks. There was no effort, no bearing down or straining, just a helpless sense of having no power to staunch the release. I had found a new pleasure in defecation, and knew that I would want only to do it in this way. I didn't care if my daughter knew and watched me do it. "Nearly done now, mom." After a while the expulsion stopped and I felt that I must be empty. Lauren ran the water at my hole and at the same time pushed her fingers in through my anus. I felt dirty, degraded and humiliated. My own daughter was feeling inside my rectum, wiggling her fingers and groping for any remnants of my stool, which she robustly dragged out. I wondered what the respected members of our family, our community, those we knew at Lauren's school and at out local church would say if they saw me. I looked down and saw the bowl was half filled with dirty brown water with chunks of stool churning around in it. Lauren had me step out of it and used the spray to wash both our feet and bottom of our legs. The sight of it filled me with revulsion. I nearly retched up at the sight and stench, and the shame, but Lauren stared at it, transfixed for several seconds and inhaled the aroma. For that moment she was on another world. For a moment I thought she was going to put her hands in the bowl and play with the disgusting, malevolent waste. Then she came out of it. Together we picked up the bowl and poured the contents into the toilet, and rinsed the bowl several times. I washed and rinsed the buttplug thoroughly, in readiness for next time. "You liked that, didn't you?" Despite my shame at the awareness of my depravity, I loved it. But it was difficult to admit my pleasure. "Yes honey, it felt so good to be doing that and having you watch. Mommy feels so dirty and nasty." I amazed myself at this brazen admission of my debasement. How could I delight that I actually enjoyed these depraved, perverted and unnatural acts? "Mom, I'm so proud of you the way you did that. I know it must have been so humiliating to shit like that, not being able to control it, and with your daughter. But you know you have to do this, and get used to your buttplug so you wont make messes at the wrong time. Before your next appointment with Dr. Baxter I will help you to prepare a stool sample to take to show her. She will need to analyse it and check that your buttplug is not interfering with your stool. I know it will be embarrassing but you have to be a brave mommy." "Yes darling, I'll be brave." "Now, look at me. Does mom like seeing me all dirty like this?" It so wrong, evil to have this feeling. But yes, I was turned on by the sight of Lauren's outfit getting more and more filthy. I could almost have grabbed a handful of my excrement and smeared it all over, rubbing it on the shiny PVC. "Oh Lauren, I don't like to say it, it's so nasty. I'm so ashamed." "Go on, mommy, say it." "Yes, mom likes to see her daughter get all dirty. It's wrong, but is it so terrible?" "No mom. It's OK to enjoy seeing me get messed, and I don't mind." Then, "OK, I'm going to take it off now because I have to help you get clean. I hope mommy doesn't mind seeing her daughter strip nude." Lauren turned the shower onto herself and rinsed clean her body and leotard until she and her outfit were glistening. I never saw her loo so beautiful. Just then I would have happily let her do anything to me. Unplugged Tahitian Bank The sun was raining a fury of flames, cooking all herbs and grass of the ground. Mother Nature cooking that part of the planet and the Tahitians to celebrate Mother Nature's graceful warmth stroll down the streets dress almost naked with their asses hanging in fillets of clothes which leave almost nothing to the imagination. Nelle, 26 year -old vacationer from New York, was stranded under the scorching heat as she waiting at the local bank. Blessed by the gods, her breasts round and ripe for a good squeeze were mounting by her nipples, sticking like the barrels of the guns under her white see-thru blouse. She was wearing a short black which barely covered her ass. Toes painted, nails done, she was standing on a pair of high heels which accentuated her exquisite sexiness. Her long blond hair was a little moist and in the canal leading to the sanctuary of the boobs, there was a glistening look of sweat. She was modeling a bitchy look which turned all eyes toward her. "Why the fuck is this line so slow?" She thought. She looked around as though she had just gotten into the bank. The three fans of the bank did not seem to provide any comfort at all. "Damn!" She looked down. The laces of her heels had come undone. Behind her was a young man, around her age. He stood 5'11, built. It seemed like he had not shaved for awhile. He had been biting his lips and chewing on the envy to talk to her. The lusciousness of her ample ass, rounding itself on her short skirt had given him an unbearable fucking hard-on. He was no more than 13 inches away from her. Just two inches more than the length of his raging dick...sneaking along his leg. The floor seemed far too dirty to put her hand band. "Could you do me a favor and hold this bag for me, please!" She smiled at the customer behind him. He barely smiled back and gladly took the bag off her hand. All of a sudden, the world seemed to resume a slower motion as he watched his new found goddess bending over. His heart started racing a mile a minute and the heat seemingly had raised by a factor of a hundred. His throat was dry and the snake in his pants had sniffed the sweet scent of the luscious ass perching inches away. "Do you need some help there?" He found his voice back. "No I got it. Thank you!" She replies without taking the time to even look back. He felt like his hands was sweating and his cock seemed relentless in his pants. This is the type of girls he usually sees in magazine. Slowly again she was standing up. He caught a glimpse at her thong lounging in the crevice of her ass crack. Not a sight of hair! "She must have shaved recently." He thought. "Thank you!" She took the bag back from his hand. "You're welcome" But she had already given his her back, facing the opposite direction. "Fuck!" He said to himself. He felt something coming over him as though the movement of his dick in his pants was about to send him over the edge. Perhaps it was her sweating hands, or else the bag slipped from her hand and landed on the floor. "Shit...!" She exclaimed loudly. Within the moment that it takes for her to reach the bag on the floor, the stranger forcefully grabbed her behind...keeping her in a bent position. With his cock already, he forced his cock in between her legs. "What the fuck...?" She said out loud. "Get the fuck off me." She cried, catching everyone's attention. He quickly brought her straight by grabbing her hair and sniffed it. "Ouch!" She yelled. But he was deaf to her cries. The security guards ran toward him to try to subdue him, but before they could get within two feet close, he pulled out a machete, threatening to kill her. Tears of desperation flooded her blue eyes. "Take the money...Take it...TAKE IT!" she yelled in fear. Holding her hair, he was cornered against the wall by the guards surrounding him. While waving the machete, he quickly tore off her panty. "O O O O O!" The whole bank said in unison under astonishment. "Please don't. Please!" She begged him. Still he was deaf to her pleas. "Sir...please! Let her go" Begged the bank manager. "Let her go" Other people were yelling. All the yelling drew a mean smirk in his face. He pulled her closer to lick the side of her cheek, tasting her salty sweat. He then spitted in his hand and greased his monstrous dick. "Oh god...No...No...No" The guard tried to steal the moment to draw closer to him. He waved the machete and motioned them to step back. He pulled her even closer now and without warning shoved his dick along the canal of her pussy. She suddenly felt invaded as her eyes almost popped out. "AWWWWWWW!" She cried. Tears flooded her again. The stranger forced her to bend over by pushing her down and then proceeded to pound the living shit out of her. "PLEASE HELP ME!!!" She cried under the intent feeling of the invader in her pussy. "HELP ME!!!" She was trying to reach the disgusted "watchers" who were standing within yards of distance. "GRRRRRRR" He kept on pounding her with long and forceful strokes. All eleven inches would appear and then disappear in her stretch out pussy. The forceful strokes were sending her forward to fall her face, but his strong hold on her hair always bring her back in place. It seems like he was about to rip her hair out...to appease the pain, she reached back with both hands and held to the hand grabbing her hair. Her back became arch like that of Noah and sent him over the edge. "UUHMMMM...GRRRRR" He was like a monster ravaging her inside. He was slamming his pelvis bone hard on to her exposed pussy. "UH-UHMMMM" He yelled... "AWWWWW - AHHHHH - AWWWWW" She cried. He then roared like a beast as he exploded into her swollen pussy. "GRRRRRRRRR!" He filled her insides and quickly let go of her hair. She fell on her stomach, exhausted. Waving his machete, he cleared a path through the guards and disappeared in the crowded streets. The stranger found sanctuary in his hotel room, without raising the suspicion of the other vacationers. Hours later, he heard a knock on the door. Sighing deeply, she slowly opened the door only to see girl from the bank. He opened the door; she strolled in without losing eye contact with him and slammed the door shut behind her. Obviously furious, she stepped within reach and smacked the living daylight out of him. "You stupid fuck...You almost broke my nose when you let go." She kicked him. "I am sorry, honey! I was in the heat of the moment." "When is our flight?" She inquired as she removed the band-aid on her nose. "In two hours..." He replied. "You know..." he continued "when con never come here anymore. If you continue with your freaky shit very soon we will run out of places or I will get arrested for rape. "You worry too much...how about next time...we act out one of your fantasies." "Uhmmm...very intriguing." Unplugged Then for the next half-hour she gently bathed and groomed me. She used scented oils in my bath, towelled and softly stroked me with talc. As a special treat she "Turn and bend now, this time I will replace your plug." Gently she eased it in, asking if it was comfortable. "I'm not pushing too hard am I, mom? Tell me if it hurts at all." I assured her it felt fine, good even. I was already beginning to think of my anal plug as a friend, and Lauren inserted it with a sensitive touch. She picked up the new panties and held them for me to step into, pulled them up, straightened the waistband and smoothed them to fit snugly. Then she helped me on with my bra, one that matched the panties. I was touched by her consideration, as well as enjoying her ministration. When she pressed her hands on my behind and crotch and made slow circling movements, the ones she knew would arouse my excitement, I though she was going to masturbate me. Instead she leant over and whispered, "Does mom feel hot and sexy with her ass filled and her new panties Does she want to cum? Tell me, tell me how much you want to come." "Sweetheart, mommy feels so sexy. She wants so much to have and climax. Are you going to bring me off?" "No mommy, you're a big grown-up girl and you don't need Lauren to stroke your clitty and wank you off. You have to do that on your own." I was turned on by my situation, by Lauren's fingers and even more by the forbidden thoughts evoked by her words. I had to have my release and I started to push down my panties so as not to wet them. "No mommy, you know have to keep them on. Show Lauren how you play with yourself and cum inside your panties, the way dirty girls do. I know you like to cream into the gusset and make it all juicy and smelly. Tell me what a nasty, dirty girl you are." "Oh Lauren, mommy likes to be very dirty. She loves to wear her panties when she masturbates, and get the material all wet and slimy." I was getting turned on more and more by the compounded depravity. Wearing my brand new underwear, standing in front of my nude daughter, with a plug lodged into my rear passage, and frigging myself to orgasm at her bidding. I pushed both hands down the front of my panties and pressed against my mound. I pushed a finger down onto my slit and slid it up and down. I was already slick with my juice and I immediately plunged inside. First one finger, a second and then a third. I rubbed the heel of my other hand hard on my pubic bone, wrenching to pull at the sensitive spot when my lips join, and transferring pressure to my clitoris, bringing it erect so it poked out through the hood. I lasciviously gyrated my hips and ground pelvis in a perverted display of uncontrolled lust. Then I pressed a fingertip right onto my clitty and pressed it hard, making me wince but dragging me to the edge. I didn't caress I began a series of twitches and spasms, each on stronger than the one before. "Yes, yes mom, that's it. Cum, cum.. Show Lauren how naughty girls wank themselves off. Show Lauren what a nasty slut you are. I want to see how wet you make your panties. Do it, do it now!" I felt Lauren's strength as she pressed her hands onto my sides just above my waist, holding me secure. "Yes, I'm cumming ...... Oooooh, Lauren, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in my panties!! I'm making them all wet!! ..... Aaaahhhh! ..... Yes, watch mommy cum .... Yes! .... YES!!! ....Aaaaaarrrggghhhhh!! ...... Aaaaaarrrrrggghhhhhhhh!!!!" I shuddered and thrashed as I came, and would have slumped to the floor had Lauren not held me. The river flowed and flowed out of my cunt and drenched my previously new panties. It went on and on until I was spent. After the emotional and, I suppose physical overloading I could only sleepwalk through the rest of the day, just managing to accomplish the routine necessities of home life. Lauren, bless her, took over bulk the cooking and washing and other tasks, and waiting on me. "Mom, you were wonderful. I'm so proud and happy for you." I retired early. Lying in my bed with my anus plugged, naked except for my soaked panties, I drifted away ..... Unplugging Sandy I was walking through a local Walgreen's Drug Store, and paused at a shelf full of Enema Kits next to a large display case of condoms. I stopped for a moment, and stared at the reflection of a tall man with a grey beard. My thoughts flowed back almost 40 years to a cool fall weekend in Illinois. A time when condoms were still called rubbers and were hidden behind the pharmacist's counter or purchased with quarters dumped into vending machines in gas station men's rooms. Sandy and I had known each other since grade school. We were just good friends until one afternoon, when we were both still in high school, she convinced me to play doctor in my kitchen. That was several years ago. She said that she had drunk too much at a party, and she needed to know if she was still a virgin. We still do not who was first, but least I was the first one she remembers. However, there is no doubt that the claim of being the first into her brown eye ( which was really pink ) is mine. I was a freshman at a State University about 75 miles from home. Just far enough away to discourage visits from my family, but close enough to come home once and awhile and to convince friends to spend the weekend in my off campus apartment. The money my Uncle gave me for helping on his farm during the summer was enough to enjoy the privacy of living alone. Sandy had agreed to spend Homecoming Weekend on campus. She was still living at home while attending a local junior college, but she had friends at the university, and they agreed to cover for her if her parents tried to contact her. I met her at the bus, and after a quiet dinner, we spent the night in each other's arms. Nothing earth shaking, just safe easy sex between two lovers who were very comfortable with each other's bodies. After sharing a morning shower, and breakfast, we dressed and did the usual homecoming stuff. A parade, followed by a football game ( I think we won ), and then a nice long walk through the campus that was ablaze in bright red, yellow and gold. We marveled at the fall leaves, fed the ducks, and necked on an old stone bench under a large oak tree. She seemed to be a little more tired than usual and even a bit uncomfortable. She said that there was nothing wrong, but I realized that she had not left my side since Friday, except once during the night. I recalled the sounds from the bathroom, where she had only emptied her bladder. That could only mean that by now she must be plugged up. When I asked her if she was constipated, she just blushed. With compassion in my heart, but lust in my groin, I offered to play doctor again. We went back to the apartment, and after we shared some wine, she took off her jeans and lay on the bed. "Hey, sweetheart, what's with panties? After all it's not like baring your butt is something new " "But, Bob, having you inside me is one thing, but what you want to do to me now has not happened since I was a little girl." Then she added " and that was certainly an experience well worth forgetting." In as gentle a voice as I could muster, I said " you were a scared little girl then, and I doubt that your mother thought of letting you drink a glass of wine before giving you an enema " I rolled her over on her tummy and said " let me help you with these." She groaned, but then arched her back and bent her knees so that I could slip her white cotton panties down over her hips. No matter how many times I had performed this simple act of undressing a women, seeing those twin globe emerge into the open air, and being exposed, completely vulnerable to my gaze and desires, always excited me. I quickly spread a bath towel on the bed and helped her roll on to her side. Then I pulled her panties down her long legs and past her feet that were still covered with socks. I explained that she was going to need to move around a bit before this was over. I pulled a blanket up to her waist and said " this will keep you warm until we are ready." When I got off the bed she pouted and said " where are you going?." I patted her bottom, and kissed her neck and said " don't worry, my dear, just look though the door and you can watch me." I walked across the hall into the bathroom, and took the enema kit out from under the sink. Her eyes followed my every move as I filled the red bag with warm water and attached the hose. I plugged the sink so that the tube of KY-Jelly could warm up as it floated next to the nozzle. Her eyes widened and I heard a gasp when she saw me attach the larger douche nozzle. "Don't worry, sweetheart, this is still much smaller than what we are going to flush out of you, but I am afraid that the small one might come out before we are ready." That is what I said, but I also hoped that the sensation might lead to her agreeing to let me put something else in that tight little tunnel. I hung the bag on the bed post just a little above her head so that the flow would be slow as she adjusted to having her cute little belly filled with two quarts of water. Sandy was still laying on her side, so I gently moved her top leg on to the bed and rolled her half way over until the cheeks of her ass parted just enough to let me see her tight pink pucker. She flinched a bit when I touched her, but then relaxed as my finger massaged the warm KY Jelly around and around, and then finally slipped inside. She shut her eyes and started to breath a little heavier as I worked my finger in and out a couple times. She did not feel the larger douche nozzle slide in until the tip had probed deep into her rectum. Almost without thinking, I started to sodomize her with the plastic intruder, After a few moments she said " that feels good, but can't we get on with this." Then with a smile she added " I think that the doctor has taken a little too much interest in his patient." She let out a sigh when I opened the clip and released the water into her bowels. I reached around and continued to rub her just below the belly button, until the bag appeared to be about half empty. I said " you have been such a good patient so far, it is time for a reward." While holding on to the nozzle, I rolled her over on to her back and spread her knees apart. Starting in that sensitive area between her vaginal lips and her anus, I gently touched her with the tip of my tongue. She purred as I slowly kissed my way up, and finally grasped her clitoris between my lips and started to suck as I slowly pulled the nozzle in and out. She pushed herself up on her elbows and our eyes met just as waves of convulsions started to ripple through her body. I said " let it come, but whatever you do hold on down here, or it's going to get very messy." Through her clenched teeth, I heard her say " don't worry, I am not in the mood to spend the afternoon doing your laundry." When her orgasm had passed, I saw that the bag was about empty, so I clamped the hose and slowly pulled out the nozzle. She rested for a few moments and then I helped up and into the bathroom. The gush of water and chunks of dinner came very quickly and by the look on her face, she seemed to be enjoying herself. When Sandy started to get up to wipe, I said " sit back and relax, it's not over until the... lady farts." After a couple more small gushes, we heard the horn blow, and I suggested a nice hot shower. I helped pull her sweatshirt over head and took off her bra. While I was undressing, she pulled off her socks and then started the water running. Showers with Sandy were always a lot of fun, with lots of soap bubbles and mutual caressing from hands and lips. While I distracted her by licking the soap off her nipples, I reached behind and slipped my middle finger where not long before had been the site of our little game of doctor. She jumped, and as she bit my ear she said with a giggle " Shame on You, Doctor Bob, I thought we were done with that part." "But Sandy " I protested, " I thought you were sort of enjoying the attention back there." She looked serious for a moment, and then said " OK, it is going to happen someday, so lets do it. But you need to go slow and use lots of lubricant." KY Jelly is water soluble so bending over in the shower was not an option. The studs in prison might get away with playing " drop the soap" but I am sure that the first timers were not very happy about it. So, we arranged a couple soft bath towels on the vanity counter, and then the image that had only been a dream, became reality right there in my bathroom. Sandy bent over and reached back and spread her cheeks, so I could repeat the preparation that I had performed earlier on the bed. But first, I could not resist kneeling down and lightly kissing her clitoris, and then running my wet tongue all the up until I was actually lapping at her rose bud. She just purred and said " Oh, My God, Bob, if you had done that the first time we played doctor, I would have been after you every night of the week." As I started to add KY to my throbbing penis, I thought to myself that if that had happened we might never have found time to graduate from high school. When Sandy relaxed enough that I could actually see a little opening in her pucker, I pushed the head of my penis against the opening, and whispered, " OK sweetheart, you are in control, I'll hold on while you push back little by little. " It took a couple false starts, and I could see from Sandy's reflection in the mirror that she was a little uncomfortable, but finally the head popped past the tight opening. Later she told me that seeing the look of pure joy on my face was all the motivation she needed to keep going past the pain. That tunnel was so hot, and so much tighter than anything I could ever imagine, or would have even attempted with my own hand. I started slowly but very quickly she was meeting my thrusts by rocking her hips up and down. All too soon, she started to moan, then suddenly held her breath and when the spasms started she bucked up and down so hard that my penis popped out just in time to spray semen all over her back. I collapsed on top of her and we must have looked like two slices of bread stuck together with soft marshmallow spread. Her vagina was also very wet, and offered the sweet smell of a pizza covered with anchovies, but I was limp and besides the very last thing I wanted to do was risk giving her an infection. Of course we needed another shower, and this time, because I knew that it would please her, I washed her hair. She kneeled in front of me as I massaged her scalp, and then after fondling my penis with a handfuls of soapsuds, she put her lips on the head and literally sucked it into her mouth. If my landlord's hot water heater had held out, I might have shot another wad, but we learned that cold water does in fact dampen the spirit. We dried each other off and snuggled nude under cotton sheets until sleep took over. Sandy and I remained friends and occasional lovers until I graduated. The war in South East Asia was going strong and the Draft Board finally nailed me with a 1-A classification and the Army shipped me off to Viet Nam. By the time I had finished my tour, Sandy was married with a child on the way. Over the years the correspondence dwindled to just an occasional Christmas Card, and finally she became only a memory. Playing Doctor will never be the same again.