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Subject: {ASSM} The Pact - Episode 1 Part 11/53 {Thinking Horndog} (mF oral D/s enema)
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Candace took a moment to suck in Toby's glans; he was going to need a
distraction...  Watching him, she wondered if this was the position she
should present her thesis from -- but it was too late, really...

   "Okay, Hon, as I said, some people do things differently.  From your
reactions, you seem to think that 'different' equals 'wrong' -- and that
isn't necessarily true!" She stopped again and sucked on him for a moment,
wondering vaguely why she was doing that; seldom did she start a session
this way -- generally, her partner frigged her or licked her clitty before
she did anything for him.  But it seemed like the thing to do, so...  "I
think you father was a Dominant -- and your mother IS a submissive -- do
you agree?"

   "I think she is a victim," Toby replied, icily.

   "I can see how you would think that, Hon -- but you just might be
surprised.  Dominants control and dominants take -- and submissives accept
control and they give.  It is in the nature of each to do this -- do you
understand?"

   Toby seemed to grow six inches while his eyes grew dark, "You're telling
me that it is in my mother's nature to be fucked by three men at the same
time while my father stands around and comments on what a slut she is and
how lousy a fuck she's giving and why isn't she deep throating a cock
longer than mine?" Toby's voice rose and rose and Candace found herself
lapping his glans for all she was worth!

   He hovered there, glaring while Candace nursed on him as much to foster
calmness in herself as in him -- God, he was INCREDIBLE when aroused! 
Finally, she backed off and squeaked, "Yes, I'm afraid so..." Toby looked
incredulous, as well as angry, so she hurried on, "As I said, submissives
give -- it is in their nature.  In many Dominant/submissive relationships,
the submissive is regularly beaten -- and derives sexual pleasure from it!"

   "What?!" Surprise crinkled Toby's forehead.

   "It's called 'sub-space', sometimes.  Basically, it's an endorphin rush
from the pain," Candace explained.  "Many times, sex is painful, in one way
or another -- you'll run into it.  Even a normal woman can sometimes
integrate the pain of, say, getting her labia caught and shoved into her on
a stroke -- that generally is unpleasant for the male doing it, too,
actually -- into the pleasure of the sex, because instinct says 'Don't
stop!' Where do you think the phrase, 'It hurts so good!' comes from?"

   Toby was slowly subsiding while he absorbed information; thank God he
was intelligent!  "Weird," he grunted, his face a mask of confusion.

   "Yes," Candace agreed, "but people respond to different things. 
Dominants tend to test their submissives, regularly, requiring them to do
things that an ordinary person WOULD NOT do -- and submissives tend to
relish these tests, because they demonstrate to their Dominant just how
much they love them." She sucked Toby's cock a bit while he absorbed this,
then added, "And sometimes they deliberately fail in order to experience
the pain and humiliation of the punishment their master metes out."

   "You're saying Ma liked it," Toby growled.

   "Yes, Honey.  That's what I'm saying.  She TOLD Lon just that!" Candace
agreed, then dove on his cock again.  Why was she doing that?

   Toby ruminated.  "Pa never deliberately had sex with Ma in front of me
-- but I saw a few things.  He was...  rough.  He got his, and if Ma
didn't, tough.  Sometimes, it was obvious that he didn't want her to.  And
there were the extremes..."

   "The three men thing?" Candace asked gently.

   "Yes." Toby hesitated.  "I had a peep-hole.  I think he knew, actually.
I think he felt like if I wanted to watch, fine..."

   "There were other things, right?" Candace asked.

   "Yes.  Beatings...  He never did them in the living room or anything --
always in the bedroom.  But you could hear..." Toby shook his head.  "HE
left HER -- I never understood that.  She was...  devastated..." He held
her eyes, worried.  "She's sick, isn't she?"

   'Careful...' Candace withdrew from her nursing position on his cock. 
"Not necessarily.  Some Dominants are aggressive and poorly integrated --
violent, even.  Some are average guys who enjoy having power -- real power
-- over another.  Many authorities call this thing -- where a submissive
places himself or herself in the hands of a Dominant -- a 'power-exchange'.
The submissive gives his or her power in the relationship to the Dominant
because being powerless allows them to justify doing whatever the Dominant
wants.  Anyway, some submissives are perfectly normal outside their
relationship -- but many have problems with poor self-image, and such
things -- especially if they have been humiliated again and again by their
Dominant."

   "So Ma is sick."

   "I don't think so, Hon," Candace disagreed, "or somehow, somewhere,
she'd have found a truly godawful replacement for your father.  She'd have
dragged home some asshole -- or a series of assholes -- that would have
done even worse things to her -- and maybe to you!" Candace sucked a
moment, thinking.  "She managed not to do that, somehow, even though I KNOW
she has issues.  Maybe it was because she feared for you." Again, she
sucked him in while she thought a moment.  "She waits on you hand and foot,
doesn't she?  And she probably did even more for him..."

   "Yeah..."

   "Okay.  You're her substitute Dom.  You don't know how to push her
buttons, but she can give of herself to you.  But that isn't sex..."

   "How bad is this?" Toby asked.

   "Well, she's not getting her sex -- you know that.  And she's not
getting the other things that she needs," Candace pointed out.  He was
settling down, finally.  "What she needs is an outlet.  She offered herself
to Lon yesterday; it wasn't totally obvious, but she planted the seed that
he should blackmail her -- which is a way of putting herself under his
thumb."

   Toby frowned.  "That could break this thing wide open!"

   "Yes," Candace agreed.  "When Lon told me what she had said to him, I
realized what was up.  Lon isn't equipped to handle it -- he's kind of
self-centered, but he isn't deep, you know?  She spent a lot of time
telling Lon that she's a total slut -- largely, I think, because it would
help him to treat her like one..."

   "Sooo..."

   "So I sent her two boys today," Candace replied.  "I gave Lon some
instructions, too.  You see, Hon, your mama needs a lot of dick -- and she
needs a Dominant.  The boys can provide the sex, but they aren't Dominants
-- they just haven't been around long enough, for one thing.  But I HAVE
been around long enough -- and I've fiddled around in this area a bit..."

   Toby frowned.  "Are you saying..."

   Candace nodded.  "I can dominate her.  Heck, I do it all the time --
we're just stepping it up a bit."

   "I thought she needed a man," Toby grunted.  She was sucking him again,
which was a distraction -- but this was important...

   Candace backed off again.  Dammit, she HAD to sell this!  "That isn't
necessary -- well it is and it isn't.  She needs sex and she needs
domination; to get it all in one package, her Dom should be male.  But
there are male submissives and female Dominants -- and they operate in
different combinations.  Beth will accept dominance from me, with or
without sex -- but with is obviously better.  Since I OBVIOUSLY have some
control over Lon, she will see him as my tool -- and Rick, too, as long as
he goes along."

   "So, you control Lon, and you control Rick, and you use them to help
control Ma." Toby's eyes flickered.  "But there is a piece of the puzzle
missing.  You say it's for Ma's own good -- but looking out for Ma is MY
job, and I'm not convinced." His gaze pierced Candace.  "I want to know who
controls YOU?"

   And Candace dove onto his cock!  It was instinctive; she wasn't planning
it -- Toby just suddenly grew long fangs, and electricity started shooting
from his fingers, and Candace did the most submissive thing she could think
of!  Heck, she was trying to swallow him -- something she NEVER did -- deep
throat was for empty-headed little trollops with no self-respect.  But
there she was, gagging and choking, looking up at him through watery eyes,
hoping he would settle down...

   Toby eyed her, mildly irritated at this transparent attempt at
distraction.  She hadn't answered him...  "Answer the question -- who
controls YOU?!"

   Candace didn't have an answer; what she DID have was an imperative to
mollify Toby, at all costs!  She found that without something to say, she
couldn't remove her mouth from his cock; instead, she backed off until her
lips enveloped only the head and washed it with her tongue, looking for
some sign of pleasure before making another inexplicable attempt to lodge
it in her throat, her eyes on him constantly.

   Why didn't she answer?  Why was she sucking him like a vacuum cleaner
and imploring him with her eyes?  This wasn't the Candace he knew; the
Candace he knew would have eyed him sidelong and replied, "Why, nobody,
Honey -- you'll just have to trust me!" And he wouldn't have, of course,
but it wouldn't have mattered, because control of the situation was in her
hands.

   Toby placed the anger that playing out that scenario in his head brought
him on a shelf for possible venting and forced a reassessment.  That
scenario wasn't the one playing.  Candace was again working his most
sensitive spots; now she was going deep again, despite the fact that she
was obviously gagging, red-faced.  The look on her face said she hoped he
would acquiesce to this weird plan of hers -- but there was a lot more to
it.  Fear was a component of her expression; she was trying to appease him.
You didn't do that if you were in control -- you just went ahead and did
whatever, and maybe threw the other person a bone.  Instead, she backed off
again, but her lips never left him, and her tongue washed the underside of
his cock despite the fact that she was drooling fiercely, all over the
place.

   That meant...  Toby's face changed again; Candace caught it and really,
really tried to swallow him!  Something had surfaced there -- something she
recognized at a gut level.

   "Put your hands down," Toby grated.  Candace did it without thinking,
despite the fact that it made impaling her throat on his cock almost
impossible.  Those eyes...

   Toby didn't know why he did it, but he knew what he was supposed to do
and he took action; he cupped the back of Candace's head and pressed her
onto him.  Candace choked and gurgled, but she tucked her hands under her
thighs and didn't pull back.  It was by far the hardest thing she had ever
done -- but on the other hand, somehow it was the ONLY thing she COULD have
done!  Toby kept pressing, gently but firmly; Candace extended her neck --
and suddenly, her nose was in his pubes!

   Toby held her there for a long count of five, then pushed her away;
Candace fell back on the bed, but didn't move, watching him.  "You know I
don't do that."

   "Not for anyone else, maybe," Toby replied, matter-of-factly.  "I guess
my question is answered."

   "Excuse me?" Candace blinked.

   "Now I know who controls you," Toby replied.  "I do.  Scoot your ass
over here and put your legs on my shoulders -- I want to fuck."

   "B--but..."

   "Now." It was quiet, but firm.

   "I don't let..." Candace began.

   "...Other people," Toby finished.  "But you do let me.  Don't you?" He
eyed her.  "For one thing, it's the only way you're going to get what you
want.  For another, well, think about what you just did.  If you don't let
me control things, how come I just choked you with my penis?"

   "Why don't you call it a cock?" Candace asked in an attempt to distract
him.

   It didn't work.  Toby grabbed an ankle and hauled it up, then swatted
her on the ass when she struggled.  "Hey!" Candace complained.

   "Do as you're told!" Candace looked up to find that Toby's eyes were
dangerous again.  He was a LOT stronger than he looked, too!

   "Okay, okay!" Candace scooted toward the edge of the bed and put her
legs up as instructed.  "What about foreplay?"

   "I've had mine," Toby countered evenly, "and you're proving to me that
you know what's going on."

   "Oh." That was all that Candace could think of to say -- and it bothered
her.  But he was rubbing his big cock up and down her slit, and it wasn't
TOTALLY dry down there...  "Do you think you can do this?" she asked.

   Both of them knew that she wasn't talking about fucking.  "I don't
know," Toby replied.  "It's not something that I'm accustomed to.  What
about you?  Can you do it?  Right?" Meanwhile, his cock found her opening
and began sinking inside.  Toby tugged at her thighs, pulling her closer,
bringing her ass to the edge of the bed.

   "I...  think so.  I've seen it, and...  assisted, sort of, a couple of
times.  I've played some, under supervision, and I understand some of
what's going on..." God!  His cock was HUGE!  "I've...  always been on top,
though.  You're the first person..." Candace gasped.  This was VERY good!

   "I'm...  faking it, sort of," Toby replied.  "Pa probably wasn't the
best teacher, from what you've told me.  But I get a sense for what works
and what doesn't..." Fully inserted, he set up a slow stroke.

   "Uh...  huh..." Pleasure was distracting Candace.  "Lots of things that
look really bad aren't -- you learn that."

   Toby nodded.  Somehow, he was compartmentalizing.  Candace's vagina felt
VERY nice on his penis, but he was operating on another level, too... 
"Ultimately, in most cases, the submissive controls things by defining what
she will put up with before breaking out of the relationship..."

   "Uh huh," Candace gasped.  Toby was snapping his hips in a way that
brought her flash after flash, but he kept talking...  "That's the thing
you DON'T see," she agreed.  "Everybody always assumes that the subbie is
being put upon without his or her consent..."

   "Yes..." Toby understood, now.  Ma had been missing a LOT of things,
since Pa left.  Many things made sense -- especially her 'in your face'
subservience.  Still, Pa came off as rough...  "What did you tell Lon to
do?"

   "Uh." Candace grunted -- not from the effort of trying to come up with
an answer, but because Toby's cock forced it out of her.  "Turn her... 
every which way...  but loose." She gasped out.  "Rick, too.  No abuse, but
he...  should take...  everything...  he can get and see...  if she balks.
And not be...  too appreciative..."

   "What if she balks?"

   "Back off...  I don't think she will...  unless I'm wrong..." Candace
was getting into the fuck, BIG time!  "Can we just...  fuck...  now?"

   Toby grinned; it was a surprisingly predatory look for his normally
earnest face.  "No..."

   'I shouldn't have asked,' Candace realized.  It was an attempt at
control, however small -- and Toby recognized it and quashed it.  He slowed
down, shifting to a gentler stroke -- DEFINITELY not something Candace
wanted.

   "What was to come next?" Toby asked.

   "After I was through with you," Candace replied, "I was going to go over
and humiliate her -- reel her in."

   "You had something specific in mind," Toby said.  It was a statement,
not a question.

   Candace's eyes pled; this was nice, but she liked to ride hard; an
orgasm that she was on the edge of was threatening to slip away...  "I was
going to get her to suck your sperm out of me..."

   "Were you going to tell her before, or after?"

   "Before."

   Toby nodded.  "Then I guess we should give her something to do." He
resumed his earlier stroke; Candace did everything but exclaim 'Thank God!'
It was odd how if he worked at it he could almost read her mind --
especially since he KNEW she was pretty shifty.  "I think we may have to
end up establishing a pecking order," he announced.  "One visible to Ma. 
Otherwise, she may become confused as to her alliances and priorities."

   "Okay," Candace gasped.  'Like I have a choice?' Her expression queried
Toby as to how exactly he planned to accomplish that...

   "I'll be going with you," he answered the unspoken question.  Then he
picked up the pace.

   ---------------------------------

   Rick and Lon were on the road, headed for Beth's, in Lon's 5 year old
Saturn -- a legacy from his father, who was well-to-do, but not as
flamboyant as Mama.  Lon was obviously burning brain cells...  "What's up,
Dude?" Rick asked.

   "Well, Beth, actually," Lon replied.  "She was pretty weird yesterday,
so I talked to Mama about it.  Mama thinks that what Beth is missing is
more than just sex."

   "Yeah?  Like what did she do?"

   "She, like, suggested that I blackmail her," Lon replied.  "Not in so
many words -- but she brought it up in such a way that I couldn't help
thinking about it." He shook his head.  "And she calls herself names --
she's got this thing about being heavy -- and she says she's a slut."

   "Well, I knew about the heavy thing..." Rick murmured.

   "Maybe, but I'm sure you never heard her call herself a pig."

   "Nooo..."

   "Mama thinks this is all a kind of thing she's seen a couple of times,"
Lon explained.  "Mama thinks that Beth likes to be controlled."

   "Controlled?" Rick frowned.

   "Yeah.  Bossed around.  Pushed some.  Made to do things.  I don't get it
all, but Mama thinks Beth needs a keeper as well as sex partners."

   "I don't get it, either," Rick scratched his head, then combed his curls
back with his fingers.

   "Mama said it goes something like this: Let's say that you want to do
wild shit, but you're scared."

   "Okay."

   "So, you need to be pushed into it.  One way or another, you let
somebody else get control over you -- the blackmail thing."

   "Okay..." Rick's brow was furrowed.

   "Now, this other person owns you -- you HAVE to obey them!  So when THEY
tell you to do wild shit, it's not your fault..."

   "Oooohhhh!  Okay!  I get it!" Rick nodded.  "So what's up?"

   "We're going to go and fuck Beth -- both of us -- preferably at the same
time.  We're not gonna take no for an answer." Lon held up a hand to
forestall objections, "Well, if Beth is adamant about it, maybe -- but Mama
says she won't be -- it'll just be token resistance, if any.  Beth really
wants this or she wouldn't have come out with it."

   "It's all kind of twisted..." Rick shook his head.

   "Yeah.  It's kind of a 'go with your gut' thing.  What we should expect
is her mouth to say 'No, no!' while the rest of her says 'Yes, yes!' --
which is kind of what you can expect from most any girl.  The problem is
that nowadays there is so much bullshit about date rape and such going on,
you almost have to stop with a regular chick and hope her pussy tells her
mouth to change its tune." He shook his head.  "Anyway, Mama says unless
she bites and scratches and yells 'Rape!' at two hundred decibels, we can
ignore it.  Bullshit like, 'Gee, I'm not sure we should be doing this...'
we can walk right over."

   Rick frowned.  "Okay, if you say so..."

   "Man, she'll just be covering her ass -- trust me.  If she gets shrill
about it, then we'll think again -- but I fucked the shit out of her
yesterday, and she didn't even put up token resistance!  It'll all be
good," Lon insisted.

   Rick shrugged acquiescence.  "Then what?"

   "Mama's gonna show up and browbeat her some to get control over her. 
Then Beth will be covered -- she'll be doing whatever because Mama holds
her chain." Lon amplified.

   "What about Toby?  I can't see him liking this!" Rick argued.

   "That's why Toby is with Mama now," Lon replied.  "She's supposed to be
explaining all this shit to Toby.  If she's right, Toby has seen some shit,
and he'll probably understand.  On the other hand, if she's wrong, she
should be able to get THAT from Toby, too, and she'll call us and tell us
to go easy."

   "Oh, okay," Rick replied.  "So if Candace doesn't call us..."

   "...  Then the talk with Toby went the way she figures it will and we're
to go ahead," Lon confirmed.

   "Is your phone working?" Rick asked.

   Lon flipped it up and held it out.  "Five bars." He clipped it back on
his belt just in time to have both hands to pull into the Tolliver's
driveway.  "So, are you good with this?"

   "What does Mom say?" Rick asked.

   Lon sighed.  "She doesn't know, Man.  Think about it -- she doesn't want
ANYBODY fucking ANYBODY!  We're gonna let her in on advanced shit?"

   "Oh." Rick grimaced.  "She's gonna find out, eventually."

   "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Man.  Is it an issue?" Lon
eyed his friend expectantly.  How many times had they done shit that Jean
would have had a conniption about if she knew, anyway?

   "No." Rick thought about it.  He could be a wuss and back out -- and
miss getting laid!  Pussy you passed up was irreplaceable -- if you go it
some other time, that's TWICE you COULD have had it...  "Fuck, no!"

   Lon threw open his door.  "Let me lead; I've dicked her and I've heard
the shit she comes out with.  Once you're comfortable, you can pitch in and
be second dick."

   "Cool," Rick said, following Lon up the walk.  Then he grabbed his arm,
"What about this thing, doing her simultaneously?  How are we gonna do
that?"

   Lon shrugged.  "She gives hellacious head, Man -- and she's been done in
the ass -- she told me so!"

   "Sounds messy," Rick grunted.  "If I do that, I'll want a rubber."

   Lon waved at the car.  "Look in the glovebox." He stood there, waiting,
while Rick went back and rummaged in the car.

   Rick came back, looking sheepish.  "Got some lube, too."

   "Good idea." Lon headed on up the walk and rapped on the door.  He'd
been to Toby's, but not a whole lot of times; Toby's house tended to be
their home of last resort.  The three of them had defined roles; Rick
supplied the place to crash, Lon the car, and Toby made sure they all made
good grades by tutoring and such.  Lon's place was the backup crash pad;
the only worry was embarrassment when Mama brought home a dick.  But Beth
did shift work and had to sleep during the day a lot -- not to mention the
fact that Toby's place was smaller, older, and lacked a pool.

   Lon rapped on the door again.  Ten seconds later, Beth opened it,
looking mussed and dressed in a nightie and a thin robe.  "Oh, hi, Beth --
did we wake you?"

   "Um, no..." Beth had been awake for an hour, and masturbating for ten
minutes -- after fighting temptation for a half-hour, at least.  Most of
the delay had been in hiding her dildo and picking a robe; the robe she was
wearing was the flimsiest she had...

   "Well, we probably shouldn't let the neighbors see you greeting us in
your nightie," Lon pressed, starting forward and forcing Beth to back up.

   "Um, you're probably right..." Beth replied, finding herself standing in
the entry hall while Lon stalked into the living room and Rick closed the
door behind him.  "Isn't Toby with you?" Why were they here, if Toby
wasn't?

   "No, he's at my place," Lon said casually.  "Mama wanted her ashes
hauled."

   "Oh." What should she say to that?  Apparently, Jean hadn't convinced
her son not to have sex with Candace, either.  "What can I do for you?"

   Lon turned to face her directly.  "I figured I'd pinch your ass..."

   "Oh!" Beth's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes popped.  Lon wanted
sex! She turned those wondering eyes on Rick.

   "Rick will figure out something to do, won't you, Man?" Lon murmured.

   "I'll come up with something," Rick agreed, eyeing Beth wearing a
predatory expression.

   "What about your mother?" Beth asked Rick.  She was looking left at him;
the words barely left her lips before Lon, approaching from her right,
began cupping an unfettered breast.

   As she glanced down, surprised, Rick replied, "Mom is too uptight for
her own good, sometimes.  She'll come around; in the meantime, there is no
reason for me to get stupid..."

   "Uh, okay.  So, both of you?" Beth looked up at Lon, that surprised look
lingering on her face.

   "You've done two before, right?" Lon challenged.

   Beth found a direction to look -- mostly down -- where she could avoid
them both, but her voice was clear, "Yes."

   "Okay, then," Lon pressed, "Why don't we get comfortable?" He reached
for the robe.

   "Uhmmm, why don't you two, uhh, make yourselves at home, and I'll be
back in a couple of minutes," Beth blurted, backing out of reach.

   "Where are you going?" Lon asked, surprised.

   "The bathroom," Beth replied, blushing.  "I need to make... 
preparations..."

   "Preparations?" Lon was instantly suspicious.  "You have to pee or
something?"

   "Or something," Beth agreed, still blushing and looking at the floor.

   "Awright," Lon agreed.  How far could he go with this?  "Don't go
locking the door..."

   "Okay." Beth headed for the bathroom.  "There are drinks and things in
the fridge -- help yourselves..." The comment seemed pretty normal, almost
blas�, but Beth was a wreck.  TWO of them?  Yesterday, one had seemed like
a gift from God; today, they appeared to be a bit more predatory and
controlling, but still...

   Lon was still troubled, but damn, he couldn't chase her into the
bathroom, could he?  Besides, she wasn't carrying a cell phone -- and who
kept a phone in the bathroom?  Besides, who would she call?  He thought
about it; he'd been in there.  That little tiny window in the bathroom
would be a LOT of work for her to get out through...  He shook his head and
went to stand over the open refrigerator door with Rick, who wasn't
worrying about such things.

   Beth entered the bath, turning on the water in the sink even before she
closed the door.  She would have locked it to avoid possible humiliation,
but Lon had said 'no', so...  The procedure she started had been a daily
habit of years when she was with Roy, but she had stopped a while after he
left - except for an occasional repetition to stimulate the memories...

   She reached into the bathroom closet and out came the big red bag with
its attached hose and clip.  Most people would have called it a douche bag
-- but she'd never used the spray tip -- only the narrower one used to
deliver enemas.  She hung it up on the shower rod and dug in the closet for
the pre-oiled commercial bottled enema that she would use as an ingredient.
She might have limited herself to the pre-measured dose -- but habit made
her merely clip the top off and add it to the bag -- it wasn't enough.

   The water was warm, so she brought the bag to the sink to top it off,
then closed it up, shook it, and hung it on the shower rod.  She had done
this a thousand times; the procedure was almost reflexive, and the
equipment was already fine-tuned for solo delivery -- the clip that pinched
off the hose was down near the tip, within easy reach.

   Beth removed the robe and her nightie -- she hadn't bothered with
panties the night before -- and even if she had they'd have gone by the
wayside this morning when she started masturbating, reveling in the fresh
memory of Lon's hard cock.  Now nude, she draped a bath towel over the edge
of the tub to ward off the chill of the ceramic and bent herself over the
tub, then reached for the tip.

   Insertion was not the issue it might have been for someone less
experienced; familiarity masked the instinct to fight the intrusion.  Beth
undid the clip and started taking delivery of the warm water.  Cramping
started almost immediately, but she had known it was coming; the familiar
feeling was almost comforting, and the connection between this activity and
anal sex sparked arousal.  'I should do this more often,' she thought. 
Looking back over her shoulder and up, she watched the red rubber bag
slowly go slack as it emptied itself into her colon, lubricating and
speeding the passage of its contents and bringing on that feeling of
urgency...

   Beth knew that hopping right up and evacuating would limit the enema's
effectiveness, so she slowly counted to three hundred to give it five
minutes in which to do it's work, dealing with the shooting pains and the
cramps, secure in the knowledge that they were signs that the water was
doing what it was supposed to inside her.  Securing the clamp and removing
the tip took only seconds; the rest of the time was spent patiently
waiting, tracing the progress of the fluid through her intestines by the
pains it caused her.  Finally, she could struggle up, seat herself, and
begin to evacuate.

   Pleasant wasn't descriptive of the sensations caused by the explosive
outpouring -- not to mention the stench -- but there was certainly an
associated feeling of relief.  Beth flushed three times at intervals to
keep the smell down, while enduring more cramps as the water reversed its
flow and took her waste with it.  This part of the procedure took another
five minutes; it might have taken longer, but Beth was going for a second
rinse...

   When she'd been doing this thing regularly, it had taken less time and
had been less productive in terms of mess -- there just hadn't been that
much to deal with over twenty-four hours.  Since it had been some time, it
was more like a spring cleaning -- and Beth decided that to be safe, it
deserved a second pass.  She wiped gingerly, hopped up, and refilled the
bag...

   Rick was seated at the table, unconcerned, sipping a soda taken from the
refrigerator, but Lon was anxious; something was up.  That Beth might call
the cops or something didn't make sense -- but if she called Jean, there
could be trouble.  She hadn't been carrying her cell phone -- in that
outfit, there really wasn't anywhere to put it -- and, hey, who kept a
phone in their bathroom?  But SOMETHING was taking her forever in there...
Busting in on someone in the bathroom was unmannerly to say the least --
but on the other hand, Mama said that if Beth was really the type of person
she thought she was, she would accept him pressing the edge of the envelope
a bit...  "I'll be right back," he told Rick, hopping up.

   "Don't start without me," was all Rick said in reply.  From his
standpoint, nothing any too unusual was going on with Beth; his mother had
serious privacy issues, and if SHE had been going to entertain two lovers,
there would have been some serious time spent primping, Rick figured. 
Still, this was Lon's show -- if the dude wanted to worry and check on
shit, fine, as long as he didn't piss Beth off and screw the whole deal...

   Lon rapped on the bathroom door, "Beth?  You okay in there?"

   "Just another few minutes..." came back through the door -- but there
was this undertone to Beth's voice...  Lon decided that maybe he should
take things a bit further.  Slowly, he tested the door handle, which showed
no sign of being locked, then popped open the door and peered inside the
bathroom.

   Beth heard the latch click and watched as the knob slowly turned; there
was nothing she could do about it...

   Lon blinked in surprise.  Beth was naked, bent over the bathtub, and a
tube was plugged into her ample ass.  "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "I'm...  cleaning myself," Beth replied, her voice steady despite a
serious blush.  "In case one of you..."

   "Uh huh." Lon got it.  Beth figured someone was going to fuck her in the
ass.  Well, someone was, for sure, now...  "Enema?"

   "Yes."

   Lon stepped inside the bathroom and made a closer examination of the
arrangement.  "So it takes a while?"

   "Yes," Beth gasped as a cramp overtook her.  "This is the second rinse."

   "Does it hurt?"

   "It's...  uncomfortable."

   Lon succumbed to the temptation to rub Beth's lower back and ass.  "How
much longer?"

   "Maybe ten minutes," Beth grunted.

   "Okay." Reluctantly, Lon removed himself from the bathroom, closing the
door.  Once outside, he stood there, reflecting.  That had to be the most
humiliating thing he'd ever been witness to -- and yet Beth had been
outwardly calm; Mama would have shit a brick -- Hell, HE would have, too,
under the circumstances!  That HAD to mean that Mama was right... 
Grinning, he headed back to the kitchen.

   "Everything's cool, I take it?" Rick asked.

   "Yeah."

   "So?"

   "She's making her insides squeaky so we don't get dirty dicks, Man!" Lon
chuckled.

   Rick frowned, "Huh?"

   "She's giving herself an enema, Man -- so if one of us does her ass..."
   "Oh." Rick shook his head.  "Sounds like we're on, then..." Lon nodded. 

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