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PART TWO OF THREE

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'Q'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

                  "First Class Treatment"
			Part Two of Three
                        By: Tiffany

     I swear, I was never so shocked in my life.  I looked at her
like she was crazy.  She sucked her finger then traced her
painted fingernail teasingly over her breast mound and undid
three buttons.  My boys were staring at her with their eyes out
on springs, nodding in unison.  She began taking off her clothes
while saying, "Promise not to tell, okay?"  Their eyeballs were
flopping all around; mine were bugged out pretty far as well.
     This woman had a body that wouldn't quit and absolutely
gorgeous besides.  She was naked under her uniform and after
dropping the uniform, she posed like a glamour model.   In
addition to pendulous breasts with hard prominent nipples, her
pussy was shaved bare.  She dipped a finger into her naked slit
and twirled the painted nailed finger in her wetness.  She then
brought that slimy digit up and applied that wetness to her lips
like lip gloss.  She told Jason to remove the basin and lower me
to the bed.
     She advanced toward me, coming up on my left with an
exaggerated sexy sway.  She leaned over my head and pursed her
lips for a kiss.  I just stared at her in disbelief as Jason,
Greg, and Arthur hurriedly got into positions to watch.  Arthur
actually climbed onto the bed and lay across my body, using my
abdomen as a rest for his bony elbows while cupping my breasts in
his small hands.   Jason and Greg leaned in from my right,
anxiously waiting to see her lips touch mine.
     I drew my head back as her lips came nearer.  I tried to
twist away, but she held my head with both hands.  When contact
seemed immanent, I bit at her lips.  She drew back and reached to
my left nipple, giving it a painful pinch.  She kept my nipple
between the nails of her thumb and forefinger and slowly brought
her lips back to mine.  I held perfectly still and let her seal
her mouth to mine.  Her soft feminine lips and erotic perfume
made my head spin.  Her tongue teased inside my lips and over my
clenched teeth.  After feeling her nail tighten on my nipple, I
wisely relaxed my jaw and accepted her silky tongue.
     She took her hand off my tit and ran it down to my pussy as
Arthur raised up on his knees to allow her hand to pass through.
We kissed passionately as her finger slipped inside me.  The boys
moved about, equally delighted by the sight of my tongue
searching out her mouth or her fingers turning my cunt into a
soupy mess.  The vulgar nurse, in fact, simply held her mouth
open over mine.  I did all the kissing, tonguing, I should say.
She brought me off with her finger, and I moaned in
helpless ecstasy while continuing to lick the inside of her wide
open mouth.
     She climbed off the bed and gathered my hair in a pony tail
coming off the top of my head.   I was puzzled by this until she
tied it in an over-hand knot and slipped a cotton rope noose over
my top knot.  The boys were curious about this, but when she
climbed up and straddled my head then brought the rope up her
back, over her shoulder, then passed the tail end through a ring
in the cross bar overhead, they seemed to catch on at once.
     All I could see was naked beaver inches from my eyes.  I
stared up into my first pussy, a pussy getting poised over
my face.  I felt the slight tug on my hair knot as she handed
the tail end to Arthur who was kneeling on the bed between my
legs.  Jason and Greg leaned in from both sides, peering into the
space between her crotch and my face.  She lowered herself over
my body with her pubic bone on my upper chest.
     By looking down my nose, I peered into her beaver as she
moved her knees out and in line with my shoulders.  She reached
back with both hands and lewdly pulled her cheeks apart.  She
presented the most vulgar sight you could imagine.  Her hairless
sex yawned wide like a huge toothless mouth.  It was shockingly
vulgar.  She was sopping wet.  The purpose of the noose dawned on
me.  I groaned in despair and said, "Please don't!"
    She obviously gave Arthur the signal, because my head
suddenly got yanked up.  Thwack!  My head was like a baseball and
her beaver was the catcher's mitt.  My face sealed itself in her
slimy slit.  I couldn't see or breathe.  I could hear, and I
heard her moans and their laughs.  Seconds later, the tension
relaxed; my head fell to the mattress.  I just had time for a few
quick breaths, then...Thwack!  Strike two!
     This bizarre game continued until I stopped dropping my
head.  I kept my face in her cunt to avoid having my hair yanked.
I was able to control my breathing, and as long as I kept my face
in tight contact with her cunt between breaths, she didn't make
Arthur yank.  I thought this was very clever of her, because to
the boys it appeared I was willingly eating her out.  They were,
in fact, cheering me on.  I said to myself, "What the hell."
     To tell the truth, I found the feel, taste, and smell of her
pussy intoxicating.  I began licking her in earnest, giving them
the show they wanted.  They delighted at seeing my tongue fully
extended and being drawn up the full length of her slit.  I
repeated this often, since they liked seeing it so much.  She liked
it, too, but occasionally wanted her clit sucked.  This I willing
did, bringing her to orgasm.  After her orgasm, I lapped at her
weeping hole.  My sons marveled at my willingness to lap her pussy
juices.
     While remaining in place, and while I attended her delicious
pussy, she called the boys to my crotch and proceeded to give
them an anatomy lesson.  I found this amusing at first.   After
explaining my basic hygiene needs and going over the parts of my
vagina, she began demonstrating the use of various tools that came
with the bed.  Besides the water wand, there were a variety of
phallic vibrators, enema attachments, a pussy spreader, an anal
stretcher, and a urinary catheter.
     She demonstrated the administration of a high colonic.  I
grunted and strained as she shoved four feet of rubber tubing up my
entrails.  I took what seemed like gallons of water, making my
belly swell up.  She let me cry and beg for relief for five
minutes.  She teased me by jostling my abdomen, making my innards
slosh.  The boys thought that was hilarious.  After five minutes,
she eased the tube to within a few inches of coming out, placed
the end of the tube into a pail on the floor, and emptied the
contents of my colon into that pail.  The process was repeated
until the water poured out clear.
     I then had the uncomfortable experience of having my
sphincter slowly stretched open until a baseball bat could go in
without touching the walls.  They used a flashlight to peer
inside me.  I groaned when she said, "If you work her up to it,
she can easily take your arms up her ass clear to your arm pits.
Be careful to always make sure your nails are cut short and
buffed and never ever insert any breakable or sharp objects or
apply force."
     Strange as this may seem, I thrilled at these provocative
words.  You see, I've always been very anal.  The very idea of
taking a child's arm totally inside me was intriguing to say the
least.
     Next, she explained how the medicine was to be administered.
She had Jason raise my legs to the highest by pulling on the
ropes and re-fastening them.  My toes touched the rings and I was
resting on my shoulders.  My ass was two feet off the bed.  She
asked for a bottle from a case of bottles.  I saw the bottle as
Greg handed it to her.  It looked to hold a about a quart.  The
body was seamless plastic and had a slight hour glass shape.  She
removed the screw-on cap, lubricated the outside with petroleum
jelly, then placed the short neck in my ass and pushed hard.
After the stretching, the bottle went in easily, but not without
making my eyes cross.
     I looked past her kneeling form and watched my ass
gurgle down the coffee colored liquid (it was, in fact, coffee).
She told them to clean me out twice a day and give me one bottle
after each cleaning.  After the bottle drained, she said, "Leave
her in this position for one hour with the bottle inside.  After
that, you may return her to any position.  You may want to leave
the bottle inside to keep her from leaking.  The only negative
side effect is that she may never be able to use her bowels again
in a normal way.  On the other hand, she'll have a handy place to
store things."
     This brought howls of laughter.  This news also had my
imagination stirred.  I was never all that fond of the normal
way.  I wondered if wine or beer could be absorbed through the
colon.  An hour later, as I wanted to ricochet off the walls with
hyperactive frustration, I got my answer.
     The next outrage was the catheter.  For this I was lowered
prematurely.  She showed them how to drain my bladder by slowly
inserting a thin plastic tube through my piss hole, clear to my
bladder.  They each practiced several times.  She explained that
in a hospital, they would normally leave a catheter in place
draining into a bag suspended from the bed frame.  She said, "You
might want to drain her bladder as needed if you want to play with
her pussy without the tube in the way."
     She then removed the catheter and used the vaginal speculum to
open my pussy so wide that I swear Arthur could have stuck his
head in and wiggled his ears.  My grunts and groans didn't seem
to bother anyone, and Jason urged her to open it more and more.
She made them scrub up using a basin on my bedstand.  Afterwards,
they were invited to reach in and feel around.  Their little
hands roughly explored my vaginal cavity and they thumped my
cervix and squeezed my womb.  To my absolute horror, she said,
"You'll find that the vagina is an incredibly elastic and
resilient organ.  It can adjust to incredible extremes over time
and if done with care you could turn her into a champion fist
fucker.  If you do that, though, she'll never get pleasure from
an ordinary penis.  She'll become dependent on you guys to get
her off.  She's your mom, you do with her what you want.  Three
firm rules, though, never blow air or water in there under
pressure, no sharp objects, and no chemical substances.  Other
than that, experiment and have fun.  Oh, and be sure to wash
thoroughly anything you place inside her.   There's plenty of
surgical soap, use it liberally or you'll give her pussy an
infection."
     My mind was numb after hearing this, but my ordeal was not
over yet.  I listened closely as she said, "Now, for her diet.
She's to be fed only baby food.  If you mix in some semen, she'll
get all the nutrients she requires.  h in proteins.  She's to get
no liquids.  Her only source of liquid must be urine, pee.  Urine
from a healthy bladder is sterile.  They used to use it to clean
battlefield wounds.  I'm sure you guys can figure out where she can
get plenty of nice sterile urine, can't you?"
     Greg said in astonishment, "You mean she has to drink piss?"
     "That's right."
     "Our piss?"
     "That would be the logical source, and you do have that
handy straw between your legs."
     Jason said, "Far fucking out.  You mean Mom has to let us
piss in her mouth."
     "Unless she wants to go thirsty.  I'm serious, any other
liquid might react with the medication.  She might die from a
simple glass of water.  She might hold off for a day or two, but
after the first time, she'll love nursing piss from your peckers.
Look, would you like me to break her in for you?  I could use a
good piss."
     She was still straddling my head, laying supine over my
body.  The boys eagerly accepted her offer and gathered at my
head.  She moved her cunt over my head and reached back to spread
her lips, exposing her piss hole.  She took my clit in her nails
and said, "You heard me, Ann.  I said, I have to piss.  If you
don't glue your mouth to my cunt right now, I'm going to piss all
over you, and you can just soak in piss until they clean you up."

     I raised up and sealed my mouth over her hole.  Immediately,
a warm flow filled my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could.
Her piss wasn't bad; I was surprised.  Knowing that piss was
sterile made it easier.  I don't know why I believed her story, but
she acted like she knew about these things.  I learned more about
the female anatomy in the two hours she spent training my boys then
I'd learned in thirty-five years owning a vagina.
     When she finished pissing, I licked her slit for good
measure.  She climbed off and stood looking over me.  She said,
"I'll leave you guys alone now.  You boys take good care of her
and try not to get too carried away.  Take everything gradually,
build up slowly, and there should be no problem.  If you boys are
smart, you'd take advantage of this treatment time to train and
condition her.  If you concentrate on bringing her pleasure and
making this the most memorable experience of her life, she will
probably continue serving you long after her casts come off.  She
can easily get addicted to pleasure only you guys can provide.
On the other hand, if you just want to torment her and use her
selfishly, you can do that too.  Of course, after she gets up and
about, she'll probably grab the first train out of town, and you
guys will be on your own.  It's all up to you; she's completely at
your mercy.  So far, the only one she can be mad at is me, and I
think she likes me.   Don't you guys think so?"
     They agreed.  She was stroking my forehead.  She looked into
my eyes, and I smiled.  She brought her face close and I lifted to
kiss her lovingly.  She let me demonstrate my true affection in a
long kiss that she passively accepted.  As she drew away, I
followed to the limits of my bonds.  I said, "Will you visit from
time to time?"
     "Will you beg to lick my pussy and drink my piss?"
     "Yes, I swear."
     "See how this works, boys.  I now have a personal cunt
lapper and porta-pottie.  You can, too.  Wouldn't it be nice to
come home from a date with Sally Tighttwat with a bad case of blue
balls.  You could bend Mommy over a chair or table and throw her a
fuck.  Or if you're watching a good movie and you have to piss.
Wouldn't it be convenient to simply say, 'Hey, Mom, I gotta pee.'
And she comes right over and drains your bladder, then stays to
suck you off."
     They all nodded in agreement.  She said, "Well, you can
start training her right now."
     She dressed and left with a smile and a blown kiss.  Jason
untied the knot in my hair.  Greg asked if my position was okay.
Arthur got between my legs and softly washed my ass and vagina.
I breathed deeply, let out a long sigh, and stared at the
ceiling, trying to absorb all that had happened along with a quart
of black coffee.

CONTINUED

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