JENNY 12
She came back to the living with a very full tummy and a terrible urge to
go potty. "Honey, that was a real keeper. Would you help me to the potty,
please." Laura did as she had observed before, and left the balloon in
Helen-Ann until she was on the potty, then released the air in the
balloon. The nozzle shot out followed by turds and water. After a while
Helen-Ann was empty, so she lay on her left side on the cot. After a few
minutes she got up and evacuated more water. She lay down once more.
"Laura, I'd like to thank you for a memorable evening. I'd like to try
more with the strop, without any foreplay. When dad gives it, he just uses
the strop, and nothing else. I think that way we could work up to thirty,
or maybe even forty." She went back to the potty and let a long fart and a
little water. "I guess I better go now." She packed up her gear and they
left the basement.
Helen-Ann dressed, except for her panties, which went into her back pack.
She kissed Laura, then said, "Oh, no! I promised you a shot at my pussy
before I left." Laura streaked for the basement, returning quickly with
the cane. Helen-Ann looked around the room, finally settling for a chair.
She sat on the chair with her legs apart and skirt up. "Is this position
OK? Can you get a good shot from there?" She leaned back, trying to give
Laura as good a shot as practical.
Laura said, "Fine, I'll stand behind you and give it to you over your
shoulder, OK? You sure you want it now?" Helen-Ann nodded.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
Helen-Ann could hardly talk, but she pointed to her pussy and nodded.
Laura as amazed, "You want another?" Helen-Ann nodded.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
She nodded again.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
She fainted and fell on the floor. Laura got down and lay next to her,
holding her close. It was a good ten minutes before Helen-Ann stirred.
She finally said, "Oh, God my poor pussy! Thanks sweetie." She got up,
none too steadily, embraced Laura again, gave her a kiss and staggered to
her car." Fortunately, her driving was better than her walking.
The next morning Helen-Ann found that her ass was still sore and her pussy
was too. To add insult to injury, she couldn't stand to wear a bra,
because this hurt her nipples. She dressed in a loose fitting skirt, no
panties and a baggy sweater with no bra.
At breakfast she said 'Hi' to dad and mom. Mom was sitting on a pillow and so was she.
Ross noticed the second pillow, "Rhonda told me you were visiting Laura.
It looks like she gave you a good one."
Helen-Ann got up, turned around and pulled up her skirt, "That was twenty
but we think we can take more. We played before the spanking and each got
a total of forty on our tits and ten on our pussy. We plan another private
party when we have recovered and will see what we can do with the strop by
itself. Starting the spanking with tits and pussy sore sort-of confuses
the stropping. What do you think about the condition of my ass?"
Ross and Rhonda examined it, he spoke first, "Well, it looks sore, but I
don't know what yours looked like after the one I gave you. I remember
your ass that first night you told me you wanted to be spanked, and it was
much worse than it is now, but you were spanked three times, as I recall."
Helen-Ann nodded, "Mr. Knox spanked me, then Roycee. Just before we left
his place I got the idea of taking a third one to impress you that
evening. Roycee did that one too. Were you suitably impressed dad?" She
laughed and let her skirt down again.
Ross chuckled, "Yes, but having my daughter walk in without a stitch of
clothing on probably impressed me more."
Helen-Ann laughed, "I noticed your attention straying occasionally to my tits and pussy."
Ross laughed, "I may be your dad, but I am still a man, and you have a
nice pair of tits. As far as your pussy is concerned, I'm not used to viewing a bare one."
Helen-Ann addressed Rhonda, "Yeah mom, you do have a luxurious bush down
front. Have you ever considered shaving it off?"
Rhonda blushed, "Er, ah, not really. But come to think of it, maybe your
dad would like that. Would you, dear?"
Ross considered the matter, "OK you two. Line up and show me your pussies, side-by-side."
Helen-Ann jumped up and pulled the front of her skirt up. Rhonda was a bit
more reticent, but opened her robe and pulled her night dress up to her
middle, revealing her black patch.
Ross got up from the table and walked to the pair. He crouched down so he
was at the level of the pussies, his face within a foot or so from them.
Helen-Ann remarked, "My husband, er, I mean boyfriend, likes me this way
because he doesn't get a mouthful of hair when he licks me. Don't you agree mom?"
Rhonda was blushing deeply now, "You'll really get it the next time you
ask for a spanking, young lady."
Helen-Ann shot back, "Promises, promises. Well, what do you say dad? If
you like the 'shaved look' I'll do it to mom and show her how to keep it
that way. Just a little attention with an electric razor every few days."
Ross nodded, "Honey, would you object to trying the bare look? I think it
will grow back in a couple of months if you don't like it."
Rhonda was still blushing, "Your ass is trash, daughter!"
Helen-Ann laughed, "You have been around me too much mom, you wouldn't
have said that a few months ago."
Rhonda came back, "You are _BOTH_ a bad influence on me. All right, all
right. Shave me after school."
Ross straightened and put his hand on Rhonda's pussy. She opened her legs
for him without thinking, and he let his hand cup her. She put her arms
around him. He kissed her passionately. "If I didn't have a meeting this
morning I'd go right back to bed."
Rhonda moaned, "Me too, sweetheart! I think I'll need another spanking tonight."
Helen-Ann cheered, "Way to go, mom! Ask the old fart right out like that.
Dad, she needs more spankings."
Ross smiled, "I understand it was your idea for her to get down on the
floor and hand me the cane, but she admitted that leaving all her clothes
in her room was her addition. She got the idea from the way you confronted me."
Helen-Ann embraced Rhonda, "Good thinking, mom. Did you have that horrible
feeling when you left the room with no clothes on, like I did?"
Rhonda smiled, "Yeah, like 'what am I doing here in the nude', but I
forced myself to look for your father. He was talking to Betsy in her
room. I just walked in, knelt down and handed him the cane. Betsy was
laughing her ass off. I did get a good one, though. Your dad and I had a
long talk much later and I think he understands that you are not the only
naughty bitch in this house that needs her ass warmed occasionally."
Helen-Ann laughed, "I'll drink to that. Gotta go or I'll be late. See you
later and I'll fix up your cunt hairs later, mom."
After school Helen-Ann found Rhonda working in the study, "How's the book coming, mom?"
Rhonda swiveled away from the computer, "You startled me honey. I was just
about to get the hero and heroine into bed for the first time. Would you
believe I was making good money writing this trash before I met your dad?
I mean, I was a virgin and writing about men going to bed with woman. My
experiences were all from reading other writer's trash."
Helen-Ann smiled, "Do you think your bedroom scenes are better since you
left your virginity at the motel?"
Rhonda laughed, "Well, I think they are a lot hotter, but my sales have
been pretty good for a long time. It can take up to a year for a book to
get edited, proof read, printed and finally show up in a book store, so my
recent experiences aren't on the shelves yet. It's only the last few
months that I have enjoyed regular sex, and I really-really enjoy it. Oh,
your dad told me that you knew about us fucking for months, even saw us
doing it in front of the fire one night."
Helen-Ann smiled, "Wow, you two were hot for each other that night. When I
came down for the hot chocolate your clothes were all over the
place, you had two pillows under your ass and the two of you were fucking
your brains out. You had your legs wrapped around dad and kept muttering
'yes', 'harder', 'deeper'. I almost had a cum just watching you two. When
you had your cum you screamed. Dad had his at the same time. My dildo
caught hell that night. I took a big soapy enema and had my cum while
holding it all inside and pulling on my nipple clips."
Rhonda stared at Helen-Ann, "Shit, you should be writing these bedroom
scenes, not me. I only take enemas when I have my period. I get
constipated. Then the douche helps the cramps. I don't own any nipple clips, or a dildo."
Helen-Ann smiled, "I discovered that I liked enemas when I was real young.
Betsy used to hound me to have a movement every day, and if I didn't, out
came the bag. I was only about six when I found I liked them. At least
twice a week I'd pretend I was constipated, just to get my tummy full of
hot, soapy water. As I got older, I'd pretend more often, and get more
enemas. Sometimes I'd end up with one every day, but Betsy never said
anything about taking too many, she just kept filling me up. Later I
complained that I wasn't getting full enough, so she would give me a
second bag. At first I'd take just a little of the second bag, then I'd
take about a quarter, a half and finally I took two full bags."
Helen-Ann was remembering back a few years, "It was sort of a game with
Betsy and me to see how much I could take and how long I could hold it.
Looking back, I think Betsy knew that I was taking enemas for pleasure,
not constipation, but she probably figured it was a good idea to keep my
colon clean, and besides, it was a harmless pleasure. I think I was about
thirteen when I could hold two bags. My tummy looked really bloated and I
remember how proud I was that I took all of the second bag. Betsy
congratulated me, but after that I was expected to take two full bags
every time, and some times that was difficult, when I was that age, but if
I didn't take my two full bags Betsy would repeat the process. I'd always
make it the second time, since all the poo was out of me and I had that extra room."
She smiled, "Now I have a four quart bag and I can take it all, every
time, as long as I'm relaxed and laying down. To this day Betsy will still
get on my case. If I feel like I'd enjoy one, which is about all the time,
I'll pretend I didn't go potty that day, and Betsy fills me up. It's nice
to just lie in bed and let her give it to me. I have my suspicions that
she likes to give them to me. Sometimes I take my gallon and tell her that
I'm not full yet. Then she will fill it up about half full and I take
about six quarts. There are only a couple of mail order sources for those
big bags and they cost over $100, but they are really for serious enema
lovers like myself, so the market is small. Besides, the bags are heavy
walled and very long lasting, so a customer isn't likely to order a
replacement very often. I have another one that is almost new that you
just sit on. That was over $100 too. Then the nozzle is another $100."
"Hey, I forgot to tell you that you can loose weight with enemas, but it
doesn't seem to work for everybody. I was getting pudgy at about fifteen,
and I was complaining to Betsy. She said a big enema every day worked for
some people, so she gave me one, sometimes two, every day. I had my big
bag then, so it was four quarts every session, with some extra every
couple of days, and a second session, sometimes just before bedtime. We
did that for over six months. I actually didn't loose weight, it stayed
just about the same but I was growing taller and soon I wasn't pudgy anymore."
Rhonda shook her head, "What is there to arouse you, filling yourself with
hot water? I don't get aroused when I take one for constipation, I just
have to take a shit, and right now."
Helen-Ann said, "Look, mom, do you still intend to let me shear your pussy?"
Rhonda nodded, "And I'm still going to beat the shit out of you for that,
but what has that got to do with enemas?"
"Both operations start in the bathroom. I'll have to use the clippers
first, before I use the razor. Just strip and get in the tub you have in
your room and I'll zip off the hairs. You can shower off the cut ones we
don't catch. When you are dry I'll get the stubble off with the razor.
You'll want to get one for yourself, so it will be handy. You can just rub
down there and see if you need a shave. If you are sure you and dad are
going to fuck, you might shave an extra time. I'll demonstrate the enema
after your pussy is bald."
Rhonda looked aghast, "Don't look like that, mom! I'm taking the enema,
you're not. I didn't mean you had to take one too, unless you really want to."
They trooped upstairs. Helen-Ann went to her room to get what she needed
and Rhonda stripped for the shaving. Soon there was a pile of hair in the
tub and Rhonda actually felt cool down there. They got as much hair into
the wastebasket as they could. Rhonda took a quick shower and using the
portable shower head, that had about a six foot hose on it, finished
cleaning off any missed hairs. She noticed that she was getting aroused by
the jets of water on her exposed pussy. It felt so good. She shut off the
shower and dried herself. Now wasn't the time to play with herself, but it
seemed like a shaved pussy had some nice side effects.
When Rhonda was done, Helen-Ann had her lie on her back in bed, with
several pillows under her ass, and her feet spread apart. Helen-Ann got on
the bed too and started to remove the stubble with the electric razor. The
water jets on her pussy, the vibrations of the razor, the intimate scene
she had been writing for her book, the conversation with Helen-Ann, plus
the fact that the young girl was working on her most private parts all
came together to cause her to be highly aroused.
Helen-Ann noted the lubrication that was seeping out of her mom's pussy.
Without asking, she put her head in her mom's lap and started licking.
Rhonda moaned, "No, Helen-Ann, stop that." But she was too far gone to
stop the onslaught of Helen-Ann's tongue. She tried to convince herself to
move off the bed, close her legs or do something to stop the cum she knew
wasn't too far off. She put her hands on Helen-Ann's head, with the
intention of moving the tongue along with the head, but ended up caressing
Helen-Ann's head instead. She moaned louder and pushed Helen-Ann's head
into her pussy. Helen-Ann reached up, not being able to see her target,
and found Rhonda's ample tits. She pinched them, resulting in more
moaning. "Oh, yes, yes dear. Lick me. Pinch me. I'm going to have a cum.
OH, OHH, OHHHHHHH!" Rhonda fainted.
Helen-Ann cleaned the wet area and finished up her shaving. She then
removed her own clothes and lay down next to her mom, who she had
stretched out on the bed. She reached down and found a quilt and covered
both of them. She moved to her side and stretched a leg over Rhonda. It
appeared that Rhonda had gone from her faint directly to sleep. Helen-Ann
put an arm over Rhonda and cupped a breast. She felt a bit sleepy, so she
dozed off next to her mom, holding a breast.
An hour or so passed, and Rhonda woke up. She realized one of her breasts
was being held and she was intimately close to a nude girl. She smiled.
Her step-daughter had done to her what only her husband had ever done
before, yet it seemed so right. The younger girl had noticed her arousal
and taken direct action. She sighed, was she going to be able to do to
Helen-Ann what had been done to her? She had no experience licking
anything but her husband's dick, and it had taken a lot of courage to do
that the first time.
Why not? Helen-Ann probably needed a cum after she had done her mom.
Rhonda moved the hand that was on her breast. She rolled over so she could
pinch Helen-Ann's tits and gave one a nice pinch. They were now in an even
more intimate position. Rhonda pinched harder and Helen-Ann moaned and
muttered something. She let a hand stray to Helen-Ann's bare pussy and
started to massage the clit she recognized by feel. Helen-Ann moaned and
woke up. "Yes mom, right there. I was dreaming about having your tongue
lick me and I wake up like this." She gave Rhonda a tentative open mouth
kiss. Rhonda quickly returned the kiss, opening her mouth. Their tongues
were soon dueling.
Rhonda was panting as they broke apart, "Honey, I want to take care of you
now. I'm getting hot again, but let me return the wonderful pleasure you
gave me. Tell me what to do, honey. This is my first time."
Helen-Ann smiled, "We were talking about enemas. Now I'll take one and you
can see how much it arouses me." She got off the bed and removed her bag
from the back-pack she had prepared. They went to the bathroom and
Helen-Ann turned on the water in the shower. "They don't make sinks for
filling enema bags. The only way is to fill it till it overflows, then get
a cup or a pot or something to transfer more water to the bag. The shower
works fine. So do most kitchen sinks. Have you ever noticed the high
'goose-neck' faucet in my bathroom? It's for filling enema bags. Ain't it
nice to be rich? I've put in three squirts of liquid 'Ivory'. I've also
got some Peppermint flavored Dr. Bronner's liquid Castile soap. Some of
that and the enema comes out smelling like Peppermint." She laughed.
Helen-Ann looked at her mom, "Er, did you really mean what you said, mom?
I mean, are you going to lick me like I did you?"
Rhonda kissed Helen-Ann on the lips, "Honey, what you did to me felt so
right, so loving. It isn't like I was cheating on your dad, or anything
like that. You gave me pleasure and I want to give you pleasure back."
Helen-Ann smiled, "You are going to give me a great big cum, mom, so I
need my I-V pole to hold the bag. That leaves your lovely tongue to lick
me good. Just a moment." She went to her room and carried the pole to the
master bedroom. "This way, my bag is held at the height I like it and you
are free to eat me out."
Helen-Ann filled the bag to overflowing with suds and carried it to the
pole she had set next to the bed. It hooked on so they were both
hands-free. "Notice this interesting nozzle made by Bard-Parker. You pump
the bulb and there is a balloon on the end to keep in the nozzle and the
enema. I'll lie on the edge of the bed and you can insert it. Put some K-Y
on your finger and put your finger up my ass. Oh, that feels good. Now
lube up the tip and stick the thing in my bunghole until the balloon is
just inside me. Feels like it is. Now make sure the chrome valve is closed
and pump the bulb three times only. Ah, I can feel the expansion. At first
it feels like you have to go poo-poo but soon we are going to turn on the
water and I'll have a four quart reason to feel like I have to go. Oops,
forgot the pad. In my pack there is an absorbent pad. Put it on the bed so
my bottom is in the middle. OK, now I forgot the clips. The chrome gizmo's
with the chain. I'll let you put them on me. Ouch and ouch. If I pull,
they get tighter, OHHH, like that."
Helen-Ann lay back, "I think we are about ready to start. Get between my
legs and see if you can find what you are supposed to lick. Ah, you did
and it feels so good." She stroked Rhonda's head. "Perfect mom, now I'll
turn on my water. Oh, it feels good running into me. You just keep licking
me and I'll keep filling up and playing tit-torture." Helen-Ann began to
moan, "Feels so good mom. It feels right that we do each other. Oh, I'm
getting fuller and fuller, hotter and hotter. Ouch, I really punished my
tits that time, but it's good hurt, I can't explain... Oh, yes. Yes mom,
lick my cunt, lick it. OHHH, I'm going to.... OHHHHHH." She shuddered and fainted.
Rhonda stopped licking and moved away a bit. Her whole face was covered
with Helen-Ann's lubrication, but she didn't care. She was undecided about
the nipple clips, but left them on. Helen-Ann would have to go potty
herself. Rhonda smiled, she couldn't very well take a shit for her. She
wondered if Helen-Ann had double cums, so she started to lick again. The
taste was rather nice and the smell was sort of musky, but not
objectionable. All told, she had enjoyed helping Helen-Ann to have her
cum. It was making her hot as hell too.
Helen-Ann started to wake with a wonderful feeling in her pussy. God, mom
was still licking. It felt so good. She wanted to go potty, but that just
aroused her more. She pulled on the clips and moaned, "Yes mom, I don't do
it twice in a row very often, but I think you can make me. Lick me. Oh
yes, lick me good. I'm so full. I need to shit but I need a cum even more.
I'm coming close.... I mean I'm close to cumming...... I mean....... Oh,
OHH, YES, YES, OHHHHHH." She fainted a second time. A gush of water got by
the balloon as she had her second cum.
Rhonda removed the clips this time. Her mouth and tongue hurt, but that
was OK. Her face was smeared in Helen-Ann's juices, but she didn't mind
that either. They had brought pleasure to each other. She kissed her step
daughter on the mouth, leaving love juice behind. She massaged Helen-Ann's
tummy, not knowing if this was good or bad, but she liked the feel of the
expanded tummy. She began to wonder what an enema that big, held all this
time, would feel like. There was the bag on the pole, and all she had to
do was fill it once it was free from Helen-Ann's rear. She bet the girl
would like it if mom took one too. She felt Helen-Ann's tummy again.
So full. The skin was tight. _YES_, she would try one herself.
Helen-Ann came to with a bad cramp. "Wow, mom, I gotta shit." She got up
and carried the bag to the potty. She sat, let out the air in the balloon
and _splat_, there was an eruption of brown water and brown material. The
pot was also filled with bubbles from the soap.
Rhonda said, "Would you give me one too, honey? If I don't like it, it
still will be an interesting experience. Everything is set up. All we need
is some soap, some water and my asshole."
Rhonda let Helen-Ann grease up her asshole and insert the nozzle. It did
feel like she had to go when the balloon was inflated. She lay on her back
on the pad. She put on the nipple clips. They did hurt. She pulled and
both nipples hurt more. Helen-Ann got between her legs and started to
lick, "Oh, yes honey. Here comes my water. Oh, it feels like I have to
shit right off, but I can't because of the balloon. Hurrah for balloons.
Ouch, I nearly pulled a tit off. Oh, yes dear. You lick so good and I'm so
full. I can feel the cum cumming.. YES. OH, OHHHHHHHH." It was the right
day for the girls to faint.
Rhonda woke with a cramp too, but she felt wonderful. She realized that
the reason was between her legs. Helen-Ann was still licking her, like she
had just done to the younger girl. She moaned. She was used to multiple
cums because Ross would often make her have a cum with his hands and
educated tongue, then his dick. She felt another on the way. "Oh darling
daughter, what a lovely tongue you have. Oh, OHH, YESSSSS." Away she went
into dreamland again.
She woke realizing that she had to go potty something fierce. Oh, there
was a good reason, her tummy was bloated with a gallon of soapy water.
Reason enough. "Honey, I'm too old to have two such lovely cums in a row,
please help me go potty." Helen-Ann helped her mom to the bathroom. Rhonda
sat on the throne. "Wait; how long can you hold this much water, anyway?"
She held her expanded tummy with both hands. She winced as a cramp hit her.
Helen-Ann answered, "It depends on your stamina, I guess. Also it depends
on what's happening to you, as well as your position. If you are aroused,
or fucking, or being eaten out, then even the cramps become 'good' pain,
and you can hold the enema for a long time. Also, laying down, the
pressure evens out in your colon. Sitting or standing lets the pressure
increase in the right and left sides of your colon, so you are going to
have an increased need to take a shit, and the cramps are worse."
She shrugged, "With a three quart bag I once took the whole thing and held
it for an hour, just to see if I could. I was laying down. This bag is
four quarts, and a little more if it is filled to the brim like we did. I
can only just hold it long enough to reach the potty, if I take one for
constipation, or just for the hell of it. If I am playing, I can hold it
longer. I guess today was the longest I ever held this big a one, but you
made me have two beautiful cums. ³Rhonda grimaced as another cramp caused
her tummy to hurt, "I am still holding it in me. Whoosh, that last cramp
lasted a long time. How long do you think I've held it so far?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "Who was the scorekeeper, anyway?", she pretended to
look for the non-existing official. "Lazy oaf, goofing off. I guess a half
hour by now, mom. You had two cums and we have been talking for awhile.
Are you going to see if you can establish a world record?"
Rhonda smiled, then grimaced again, "I guess this it. Look out below." She
unscrewed the valve and the nozzle shot out followed by one of the longest
continuous streams that either of them had ever observed. She was weak
kneed when she finished up and Helen-Ann helped her to lay down on her
left side. In a few minutes she got up and got rid of some more. She lay
down again. "My tummy is still in an uproar. How long will that last?"
Helen-Ann shrugged, "Depends. That was a very full bag and you held it for
about a half hour. I'd guess another fifteen to thirty minutes. Now tell
me what you think of combining sex and enemas? Can't you just imagine
having dad's dick inside you while you fill up?"
Rhonda smiled, "Oh, can I ever! I'll talk to your dad tonight. Even after
two cums, I think I need a spanking tonight, and he is going to want to
use my hairless crotch. If he doesn't object, I'll order the things
tomorrow. Oh, do you mind if I tell him about our, er, ah, 'making love' today?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Mom, I didn't do anything to you that I should
be ashamed of, nor did you do anything to me that you should be ashamed
of. God knows I don't embarrass easily. Sure, go ahead and tell dad. After
having me confront him in the nude with a busted ass, I doubt anything
will surprise him. I won't need the bag tonight. Why don't we leave it all
set up, but empty, right next to the bed where it is now. He will see it
and start a conversation. You can demonstrate what an enema does to you,
and you two can fuck with a full bag inside you."
Helen-Ann ate alone the next morning. Apparently mom and dad had had one
hell of a night, and were sleeping late. When she returned from school,
Rhonda was at the computer, as usual, and sitting on a pillow.
She smiled at her daughter, "Your dad didn't go to work until after lunch,
and I've had three enemas since he got home last night, the last one was
this morning about ten o'clock when we finally woke up. He told me how
much he liked making love to me when I have a full tummy. All he said
about what you and I did to each other was that he was glad we were
getting along so well. He loved my shaved pussy. He made me have so many
cums with his hands and tongue and dick that I lost count."
Helen-Ann smiled back, "That's wonderful mom. If you want, I think you can
order your own bag today. The place is on the east coast, but I think they
will take phone orders fairly late in the day. I'll go get my notebook
with all the data on Tyler Labs in it."
