It was late Friday afternoon when Carol heard the sound of a car approaching the secluded housekeeping cottage where she had arrived, at the Hideaway Lodge resort, only a few minutes before. "Oh, good, that must be Diane. I was hoping she wouldn't be late," Carol, who had been waiting breathlessly, said to herself. They had planned their getaway weeks before.

The two girls were around 26, and were very attractive, with good figures. Technically inclined, they both had good jobs in the software industry. They worked in the same city, but for different companies. They had met only a few months before, at a software conference.

They had first encountered one another at one of the exhibits. One look, and their panties had been soaking. They both knew! Their friendship had quickly developed into much more, and at last each girl had found exactly what she had been looking for. They had been sex starved and frustrated for years. They had almost given up finding anyone, and had just about resigned themselves to leading very dull, unsatisfying lives. So it was very soon a relationship that was made in heaven!

They didn't dare live together, though. While the city they lived in wasn't a hotbed of conservatism, it wasn't exactly a liberals' paradise either, so they knew they had to be careful at all times, so their secret wouldn't be discovered. The best they could do was to pay clandestine visits to each other's apartment.

They soon had discovered that they had something else in common, too, something that they had both prayed for, and had never expected to find, and that was that they were both into enemas. Carol had taken the chance first, leaving one of her enema bags out in her bathroom when Diane had come to visit. She had attached a rectal tube to the hose, so there would be no mistaking what the equipment was used for. "When she sees it, if she isn't into enemas and she asks I'll just tell her that I take them to relieve my constipation," Carol had thought. That was true, but it was far from the only reason she gave herself an enema!

Diane had almost had an instant orgasm the moment she had seen it. "Oh, I can't believe it! Carol does enemas too. I'd wanted to ask her if she did ever since we met, but haven't dared. I'm so lucky I can't stand it!"

Having made their joyous discovery, it didn't take them any time at all before they were putting their equipment to good use, giving each other the treatments they both loved. It intensified their mutual orgasms to the nth degree!

It was sheer coincidence that their histories were so similar. Like many girls, they had both suffered from constipation since their early teens, when they had started getting their periods, and they had both been dosed with laxatives or given suppositories. Carol, though, had finally been given enemas at home by her mother, who believed that enemas were good to help relieve discomfort at that time of the month.

Diane's mother, on the other hand, had a friend who was a nurse, whom she had called in despair, having had little success in treating her daughter's constipation. The nurse had recommended an enema, which Diane's mother had reluctantly agreed to. The friend had all the necessary equipment. Diane had gone to visit her at her home, where she had been given her first enema.

Both girls had been into it from their very first time. But they had never revealed to anyone how they felt about taking enemas, or the effect they had on them, keeping their secret carefully concealed, until they had met. They both knew that their relationship was a very special one!

Over the years they had both secretly, and very discreetly, acquired a good assortment of enema equipment, all the things they needed to obtain the satisfaction they craved. But indulging themselves alone wasn't what they really wanted. They each needed a partner to completely satisfy their hidden desires, and now they each had one. They thanked their lucky stars that they were no longer alone!

It was Diane, sure enough, and Carol opened the door of the cottage to greet her, giving her a quick hug as soon as she came in. "I'm so glad to see you. I was praying that you wouldn't have to cancel at the last minute," Carol said, very relieved to see her partner. "Oh no. You didn't have to worry. There's no way I wasn't going to make it," Diane replied.

"How is the cottage?" she asked, taking a quick look around. "It's great, just what we've been looking for. It has everything we need. I turned the heat up as soon as I came in, so it's nice and warm for us," Carol replied. "Take a look around." Diane did, pleased to see the living room, the kitchen, with a dining area, two good sized bedrooms, and the ample bath with an adjoining Jacuzzi.

The living room and one bedroom were both equipped with a TV, and DVD and VCR players. Best of all, it was very private, some distance from the other cottages, and the way it was secluded with the evergreens all around it, it could hardly be seen. It was a relief to know they wouldn't be disturbed the entire weekend.

"Well, we researched it carefully enough," Diane said. "We did, but sometimes the ads don't tell you everything. Luckily it seems to be just right," Carol replied.

They had in fact conducted their research very carefully, knowing exactly what they wanted. They had found it surfing the Internet, discovering that there were resorts that catered to women of their persuasion, and then it was only a matter of selecting the right one.

Carol looked at Diane. "Did you bring everything?" she asked, anxiously. "I think so. I went over my list about ten times," she laughed. "That's good. I think I did myself. Let me help you bring your things in," Carol offered. It took two or three trips to Diane's car, but they soon had everything inside.

"This calls for a drink and a cigarette, all the things we can't do at work or in that prude city we live in," Diane said. "Amen. I'm ready," Carol agreed. She already had her bottle of Scotch out on the kitchen counter. There was plenty of ice in the refrigerator, and they soon had their drinks prepared, and their cigarettes lit, enjoying the first sip and the first drag. "Here's to the weekend, and to freedom," Diane said, toasting Carol with a sigh. "Yes, this sure is the life," Carol answered, clinking Diane's glass.

They had been looking at each other hungrily ever since Diane had arrived. They were both wearing the rather tight jeans they liked to dress in, which showed off their well- rounded rear ends, the vee of their mounds, and their thighs to perfection. Their blouses were form fitting, too, clearly revealing their firm, full breasts jutting against the confines of their bras, their nipples already erect.

"What are we waiting for? I'm so hot I can't stand it," Carol panted. Diane only had to nod for an answer. "Oh yes, I'm ready to get it on," Diane replied, throatily. "Let's do it!"

They almost ran into the bedroom, yanking the bed covers down, then taking their clothes off as fast as they could, until they were down to their bras and dripping panties. They were both so horny they almost tore their underwear off in their haste to get in the nude. "Ooh, I want you," they both sighed, tumbling onto the bed.

They were all over each other in about one second, as they rolled around, stroking, kissing, tonguing, sucking, probing, licking, feeling, caressing, everything they could possibly do to each other. They couldn't get enough of it, having one wild, pounding orgasm after another, satisfying their pent up desires in an incendiary orgy of hedonistic sex.

"You're earthy today, but I love it," Carol panted, in between her orgasms, as she stroked the stubble of Diane's underarms, then sniffing, tonguing, and fingering her asshole. Diane returned the favor. It had been too long since they had last gotten it on, and she had her earthy side as well. It added extra spice to their lovemaking! "Just think. We have all weekend to do this, and other things," Diane murmured, teasing Carol's musky anal opening with her finger.

"We'll have to do other things pretty soon. And you'd better not put your finger in there very far, much as I love it, not yet anyway, if you get what I mean," Carol said to her lover.

Diane picked up the vibes right away. "Oh, I know what you mean, all right. I know you too well by now. My little sweetheart needs an enema. That's what you're telling me," she said, while stroking Carol's ass. "You've got it. I not only need one, I want one," Carol answered, with a smile. "Oh, so that's the way it is. You're constipated. Little Carol can't go poopy, so she needs a nice warm soapy enema. She can't wait for her Mommy to give her one," Diane teased.

The very thought of doing enemas together was all it took to get them excited again, leading to another round of furious lovemaking!

"How about you, Little Miss Irregular. I bet anything you're as constipated as I am. Whether you are or not, you're in for some kind of a workout. You'd better be ready for some soapy quarts, because that's just what nursie is going to give you," Carol told her.

"Well, since you asked, I am constipated. Just thinking about our get together made it happen. Everything has just sort of closed up," Diane sighed. "I think that's what happened to me as well," Carol answered. "I guess we both need a good cleaning out. It won't be that much of a hardship though, will it," she laughed.

The roles they were going to play were just what they wanted, since Carol had been given her enemas by her mother, and Diane's by a nurse. Thinking about what was going to happen was enough to make them get wet all over again!

They had timed their weekend getaway very carefully, being sure that their periods were over with. It so happened that their monthly cycles nearly coincided, since they were within a very few days of each other. In another coincidence, they both almost always got constipated at that time, and they had ever since their early teens. So, without a word having to be said, they both would be in need of a good enema.

They had discovered, to their mutual amusement, that they still resorted to laxatives and suppositories, occasionally, to relieve their constipation. Usually, though, it was their enemas that they depended on. Any use of suppositories this weekend would be strictly recreational!

They were alike in so many ways. They had both discovered that, while they kept their legs silky smooth, they liked to let their under arm hair grow for a few days. At this time of year they could get away with it, for in the cool weather that area was never exposed. In addition, they both enjoyed each other's thick crop of pubic hair. Again, right now they didn't have to be concerned about their bikini lines the way they did in the summer, and they especially liked the way it grew in the crevice between their buns, and all around their assholes. It was earthy, and it was sexy. They really were made for each other!

"It's time for me to finish my drink, and have a cigarette," Diane said. "We can do that while we're getting everything set up." "Sounds good. I'm ready for the next stage," Carol agreed. They both put their bras and panties back on, but that was all, for they loved looking at each other dressed only in their frillies.

They weren't above stroking each other's behind, though, fingering their partner's asshole through the slinky nylon fabric of their panties. "Oh, are you ever going to get it," Carol whispered. The thought was enough to make Diane shiver all over, as Carol did herself.

"Isn't it nice that we have the extra bedroom as our enema room. I think we've got everything in here already. I'm so glad we bought the stand," Carol said, as they rolled their new IV stand next to the bed. "It is good, isn't it. Just what the doctor-or the nurse- ordered," Diane laughed. "It does give us the flexibility we're looking for. We can have our enemas anywhere in this cottage we want," Carol responded.

The proceeded to unpack all the things they had brought with them. Carol had treated them to a new four-quart silicone bag, and they had some other bags besides, as well as an old-fashioned enema can. With ill concealed excitement, they got out all the things they would need or want, including a rubber sheet, different lubricants, a good selection of nozzles, rectal tubes, vibrators, and butt plugs, and all the other necessaries, such as additional towels, extra toilet paper, latex gloves, a rectal thermometer, a jar of suppositories, boxes of Kleenex, and some cleaning supplies.

Diane opened one last suitcase. "These came just a few days ago. I was hoping like anything they would," she said, opening up a cardboard box that contained the colon tubes and the double inflatable nozzle they had ordered. Just looking at them made Carol get excited again, and she couldn't resist the temptation to stroke her mound, through her panties, before she ran the colon tubes through her hands. "Oh, they look so good. I've been dying to try one of these. I've wanted to use something longer than my rectal tube," she breathed.

"You'll like it, I know. I sure do. You have to try it, Carol. There's nothing like having an enema with a colon tube stuck way in," Diane assured her. Her nurse had introduced her to them, and she had loved it ever since the first time she'd had the long rubber tube inserted way up her bottom.

They spent the next few minutes looking everything over, lovingly, almost panting as they did so. Since their relationship was only a few months' old, they hadn't had time to see all the things they each had before. They both knew it was going to be a session for the ages. While they had done enemas together a few times since they had become significant others, this private, special time was what they had been waiting for all their lives, and it was going to be the living end!

As if the equipment weren't enough, they had brought some enema videos along with them. "I can't wait to see these," Carol enthused. "The titles sound so exciting. ‘Karen's Anal Invasion.' ‘Roommates' Rectal Adventures.' ‘Constipated Housewives.'" "They do sound good, I agree. We can watch them in bed together, if we still have any energy left," Diane laughed.

"How about this last one. ‘Lauren's First Enema,'" Carol read, turning the DVD box over to read the description. "'Sexy girl is subjected to her first treatment with the bag, hose, and tube. See her have her first soapy injection at the hands of her mother and her aunt. Does she enjoy it? Watch, and you'll find out,'" Carol went on.

"I've got to say, that sounds very good. I'll have to see that one. If it's good, maybe it will remind me of my first enema. I wasn't a happy camper when Mom told me she was going to give me one," Carol laughed, pleasantly. She was in such a good mood!

"Well, it was the same with me. I about died when I heard my mother calling her friend the nurse, Mrs. Taylor, and when she said I had to go over to her house to have one. When I walked down the street to her house I thought the whole town knew I was about to get an enema," Diane recalled, amused at the recollection.

"We didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, did we? You never forget the first one. And now we have each other to share it with," Carol said, emotionally, giving her lover a quick hug. "No, we didn't. But now I think it's time," Diane responded, looking significantly at Carol, who she knew very well was as excited as she was herself.

When Carol excused herself to go and have a pee, Diane hurriedly got some things onto the bed, covering them up with a towel so Carol wouldn't see them. She was ready, sitting on the edge of the bed with another towel over her lap, with a glove on, when Carol emerged.

She looked at Diane, with a downcast expression. "I don't feel so good. I have an awful tummy ache, Mommy. I tried to go to the bathroom just now, but nothing happened. I know I need to, but I can't go," she sighed, rubbing her belly. Diane looked right back at her. "I thought so. You haven't seemed like yourself today. My poor baby's constipated, isn't she. Since that's the case, Mommy wants her little girl to get on her lap. We may have to do some things to take care of it," she said, softly.

"Ooh, what are you going to do?" Carol asked, in a quavering voice, as she submissively got into position as Diane had asked. It was so thrilling, lying there, waiting breathlessy for whatever was going to be done to her! "That depends on what I find. Now, let's get those panties off, like a good girl, " Diane instructed. Carol lifted herself up just enough to allow Diane to wiggle her panties down, exposing her delectable, well-rounded derriere, and her furry crevice, to her lustful gaze.

She placed her hand on Carol's forehead. "Oh dear, I think you may have a little fever. We'd better check, to make sure. I want you to lie still, while I insert the thermometer into your bottom," she announced. "Oh, do you have to take it that way? It's so embarrassing," Carol moaned. Diane nodded in the affirmative. "You know I do. It's the most accurate way to take a little girl's temperature," she informed her squirming companion, as she squeezed some KY onto her gloved finger. "Oh, all right, if you must," Carol murmured.

Diane applied the KY onto Carol's quivering anal opening, and she picked up the rectal thermometer. "Lie still, dear, while I put it in," Diane cooed, spreading her buns apart. She could easily see, with satisfaction, how very wet Carol was!

"In it goes, she whispered, sticking the thermometer up Carol's rectum, and sliding it in three inches or so. "It has to go in that far to get a good reading. Lie nice and still for me." Diane didn't keep the thermometer still, though. Instead, she twirled it around in there, and moved it in and out besides. She had a wonderful view of Carol's asshole, as it alternatively clenched itself around the inserted thermo, and then relaxing, in rhythm. She knew that Carol was enjoying the sensations!

"There, I think that's long enough. Let's see if you have a temperature," Diane said, as she took the thermometer out, ignoring for a moment what was on it, holding it up near her eyes so she could check the level of mercury. "Well, well. It's 99.8," she announced, factoring in the one-degree difference between oral and rectal.

"I think I know what's causing it. You haven't been a good girl and gone to the bathroom lately, have you. You told me yourself that you couldn't go. So you know what we'll have to do about that, don't you," she said to the trembling Carol.

Diane looked more closely at the thermometer she had so recently removed from Carol's rectum. "This proves it. You have a very dirty bottom, dear. We'll definitely have to take some corrective measures," she announced, while wiping the stains off the thermo with a tissue. "Wha-what do you have in mind, Mommy?" Carol stammered, wetter than ever.

"First I'm going to insert two suppositories, and after that I'm going to give you a good, big soapsuds enema. Two quarts will be about right, I think," Diane said, carelessly. "A nice tummy wash is just what you need, and we're going to get you all cleaned out," she observed, seductively, making Carol quiver all over.

"Oh, you're so mean, Mommy. Do I have to have one?" she moaned. "Yes, I'm afraid that you do. Since you've been a bad girl and held it in again, we'll have to wash it all out, won't we." "I haven't been that bad. And ooh, I don't want an enema. It's so awful," poor Carol murmured, bouncing around on Diane's lap. "That may be, but that's your problem, not mine. You're the one who hasn't been to the bathroom," Diane answered, unfeelingly. "Now, let's get the suppositories in."

"Not suppositories, too. Couldn't I have one or the other?" Carol asked, plaintively. "No, it has to be both. Now, are you going to be good, or will I have to give you a spanking?" Diane threatened, giving Carol a couple of taps on the fanny. "Oh, I'll be good, I promise," Carlo eagerly responded. "That's better. See that you do. Now, I want you to get up on your hands and knees, so I can put them in," Diane ordered.

Carol did so, getting off Diane's lap and scrambling up into the desired position, in the middle of the bed. Both girls were on the verge of an orgasm, as Diane lasciviously looked at all of Carol's posterior charms.

Diane unscrewed the cap off the jar of suppositories, taking the first one out and holding it between her fingers. "This is just what you need, to begin with. Since you don't seem able to have a movement, maybe this will help loosen things up. The suppositories, followed by the enema, should do the job, and cure your constipated behavior."

So saying, she entered the first suppository into the breathless Carol's anal opening, pushing it as high up her rectum as she could get it, followed immediately by the second one. "Shame on you, letting yourself get all plugged up," Diane remonstrated, feeling the huge blob of waste that had stuffed Carol all up.

"It's a good thing that Mommy cares so much about you, and is willing to give you the treatment you need. Unless your behavior improves, another time I might be inclined to send you to the potty without giving you anything." "Mommy, oh no, oh please, oh you wouldn't do that," the quaking Carol pleaded.

"All right then. We'll see how you do this time, with your suppositories and your enema. Remember, you have to be very, very good, if you want me to give you remedies to help you have your movement in the future," Diane told her. "You can start by retaining the suppositories inside you for as long as I think it necessary." "I'll do it, Mommy. I'll be a good girl for you," Carol assured her.

Carol got up off the bed, and she got a pantiliner out of the things she'd brought, placing it in her undies before she put them back on. "You need to be careful when you're doing suppositories," she laughed. "That's true enough. You don't want any skid marks," Diane agreed, as they shifted temporarily out of their role-playing. "Do you use suppositories very often, Carol?" she asked, not yet all that familiar with the remedies that Carol used to treat her constipation.

"No, not too often, but I do use them every now and then. I like them sometimes, in between my enemas, you know, help get things moving. But you must have read my mind, giving me suppositories before my enema. It has to be a good combination," Carol said.

"I thought you might enjoy it. It's fun to try different things. But you do need this today," Diane replied, seriously. "I know you haven't had a movement for awhile." She'd known this right away, when she'd put the suppositories in. The truth was that Carol's rectum was packed solid, with too many days of accumulated waste down in there.

"Let's refresh our drinks, and have a cigarette, and we can watch the first video while we're waiting," Carol suggested. "I don't think it's going to be too much longer, though," she laughed "No, I don't imagine it will," Diane agreed, as they walked into the kitchen.

Having turned the heat up earlier, the cottage was toasty warm, just right for parading around in their bras and panties, each girl very aware of the other's sexuality. The weekend was off to a fabulous start, and there was so much more to come!

They sat side by side on the living room couch to watch the video, "Karen's Anal Invasion." The story line was about a girl whose boyfriend thought she'd been cheating on him. He decides to punish her with a spanking and an enema, reddening her bottom before he puts the tube in and making her take her quarts.

It excited the girls enough so that they stroked each other's mound through their panties while they watched, a welcome diversion. They were in such a state of perpetual arousal that their panties would be wet all weekend!

They only got part way through the video when Carol looked anxiously at Diane. "Ooh, I think I'm ready. The suppositories are starting to work," she declared. Diane stood up. "Come along with me, dear. It's time for your enema. You need a good colon washing, to get everything out that's stuck up in there. It's going to be a nice soapy one, and it will make you feel so much better," Diane told her, in her most seductive voice, leading her into the bedroom by the arm.

"Ooh, do I have to have an enema, Mommy?" Carol moaned, already feeling the effect of the suppositories. "Yes, you know you do. It's been too long since you last went to the bathroom. There's no doubt in my mind that you need a good enema," Diane replied, in no uncertain terms.

‘How-how are you going to give it to me?" Carol asked, in a quavering voice. "We're going to use the Rexall Victoria bag today. That's a good big bag, just the one I want to use. I'm going to make it nice and soapy for you, and I think I'll use the rectal tube, so I can put it way up in your bottom. And I'm going to put you over my lap, with a pillow. Yes, that will be a very nice enema, and I expect you to take every drop," Diane explained, satisfied with her plans.

"You always make me take so much, Mommy. I know you'll give me too big an enema," Carol complained. "Oh now, don't be such a baby. A big girl like you should be able to take the whole bag. You need it, to get washed out properly. If you don't take it all, and it doesn't work well enough, then I'll have to give you another one," Diane told her.

"Another one? Oh, I know the first one will work. You know how I hate enemas. I'm only doing this because you're making me," Carol fussed. "Is that so. Well, it's up to you whether I have to give you a second one or not. I'm going to inspect the results, and if they're not good, you know what I'll have to do. Now, you stay right here, and you can watch me get it ready," Diane decreed.

Carol did so, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching everything Diane did as she got the enema ready. The bulging Victoria bag was soon hanging on the stand, so full that the Castile soapsuds frothed over the sides, the hose and the glistening, well lubricated rectal tube looped over the arm of the stand.

Diane put a pillow with a towel over it onto her lap, getting up just long enough to lift the hose and tube from the stand, along with the jar of Vaseline, placing them within easy reach. She patted her lap. "Now, dear, I want you to take your underpants off and lie down on my lap. If you know what's good for you, you won't keep me waiting," she said, in a firm tone of voice.

Carol did as she had been told, pulling her panties down and off, getting herself over Diane's lap, her bottom elevated perfectly by the pillow. "I wonder how you'd like it if you were getting an enema, with the tube going up your bum," Carol grumbled. "Your freshness isn't going to get you anywhere, Carol. It shows me how constipated you are, to talk back to me like that. It makes me think I had better check on you and get you ready inside for the enema!"

"Oh no, oh you're not going to put your finger in again," poor Carol moaned. "The tube will go in without your doing that, I know it will!" "Trying to get out of it, are you? Well, that won't work. I need to see if the suppositories have done anything, before I give you the enema. Maybe another time you won't hold it in so long, and I wouldn't have to do this.' Diane responded.

"But you're going to feel what-what's in there again," Carol stammered. "Yes, I certainly am. You should have thought of that, when you weren't going to the bathroom," Diane retorted. She couldn't help but notice how wet Carol was, with goose bumps all over her buns. They were both very close to having an orgasm. Trying to hold it back if they could, it wouldn't take much to push them over the edge!

"Now relax for Mommy, dear," Diane whispered, spreading Carol's bottom cheeks apart, taking a good look at her pouting rear entrance, surrounded so nicely with dark curly hair. "Ooh-ooo," Carol went, as Diane stuck her gloved finger in, with a twisting motion, right up her partner's rectum. "Just as I thought. You're still all full in there, aren't you," Diane observed, disapprovingly, feeling all around in Carol's shit." I can see that the suppositories haven't worked much. I'll be very surprised if you'll get by with only one enema today." Carol was almost beside herself by this time!

Diane took her finger out, taking another good look at Carol's glistening asshole, an area of her body that she loved working over. "It's enema time. I'm going to put the tube in," she whispered.

So saying, she picked the rectal tube up, and she gently slid it into Carol's waiting anal entrance, advancing it up into her rectum. "Here it comes." "Snap," went the clamp. "Hooh-aah," Carol sighed, the moment she felt the warm soapy solution begin to flow into her excited body.

"I'm going to slide the tube in deeper for you. This will be such a good high enema," Diane cooed, working the well-greased rectal tube higher up in Carol's colonic channel, sliding it in and out. "Now, be a good girl and take it all for Mommy."

Carol was bouncing around on Diane's lap, struggling to take and hold her enema, which wasn't easy at all for her to do, having held two suppositories in there. "Ooh, that's hard to take!" she panted. "You can do it. I don't want any fussing. Let's see what a big girl you are. You know you need to take it way up high so it will really work," Diane encouraged her.

"Oh, I know, I'm trying, ooh that's a big enema, I don't know if I can take it all," Carol moaned, panting and sighing as she struggled to take it up in her churning intestinal tract. "Of course you can. You know you need to take every drop," Diane told her, firmly.

To divert her attention, and because she couldn't resist, Diane stroked her buns, ran her fingers down the valley in between, around her asshole, and finally, after ripping the glove off, she reached under her and stroked her clit.

The effect on Carol was immediate, and on Diane too! They couldn't wait any longer. The erotic enema Carol was taking was driving her wild, and the whole scene had been an incredible turn on for Diane. "Ooh yes, ooh that's so beautiful, oh the things you do to me," they both panted, as they came, together, each girl having searing orgasms that were out of this world.

Carol's were intensified even more by the enema she was taking, and her need to hold all the soapy water inside, trying to control her quivering asshole as she came. She wasn't even aware that the bag was hanging flat and empty. "I can't come any better than that, but oh, the enema and the suppositories have worked. You'll have to take it out. Do I ever have to go!" she cried.

Diane knew that she couldn't hold it any longer, and she took the tube out quickly for her. "I've got to run for it!" Carol exclaimed, scampering off to the bathroom, squeezing her buns together as best she could.

Another second and she wouldn't have made it, for the bathroom was filled, immediately, with the sounds of plopping turds and jetting water. Carol had an explosive evacuation of her bowels, the soapy solution flushing everything out of her, having a truly outstanding enema movement for herself.

"That's so good, the way the suppositories and the enema made me go," she panted. "What a combination!" "Well, you really needed that today, Carol. You were ready for a good enema," Diane said, understandingly, as she inspected the results, as she'd said she'd have to.

"Oh, I sure was. I don't know how I'd have ever gone, without one." "Well, the way you needed an enema, there isn't any question in my mind about my giving you another one later on," Diane told her, Carol shivering at the very thought.

After making sure she was finished, she daintily wiped her bottom, finishing the task with a towelette, having a naughtily good idea of what was going to happen next. She wasn't mistaken, or disappointed, for Diane was right next to her, stroking her. "Ooh, I want your asshole," her lover panted.

They almost ran into the bedroom, Carol getting on her hands and knees. Diane was right behind her, burying her face in Carol's crevice, tonguing her enema clean anal opening for all she was worth, titillating her, reaming her out, pushing her tongue as far up in there as she could get it. The result was inevitable, another series of searing, flaming orgasms!

"Let's watch the rest of the video," Carol suggested at last, satiated for at least a few minutes. "Yes, I want to see how it comes out," Diane agreed, both girls laughing happily at the idea. The weekend was already progressing beyond their fondest dreams!

Diane brought the video in from the living room. On the bed together, having a cigarette, they turned the video back on. Karen had been struggling to take her enema, her boyfriend holding the tube in, when they had turned it off.

"I bet he makes her take all of it," Diane said. She was right. Karen squirms around, but it is no use, and she gets a few spanks for complaining. She has to take it all, every drop, the girls seeing the very visible distention of her belly. "This one sure isn't faked," Carol said.

It wasn't. Finally the boyfriend relents, and says she can go to the toilet, rather than having to clean up after an accident. But he leeringly goes right in with her! "The SOB won't even let her have any privacy," Diane observed. The model complains, in vain, and tries to hold it.

She is laughed at when she has to give in to her urge at last and let it out, the viewers hearing everything. But the boyfriend isn't satisfied with the results, saying she has to have another one. And afterwards, to make sure she is true to him, and as part of her punishment, he demands to be serviced. "Men are such beasts. All they think about is getting your panties off," Carol sighed. "Oh, I know. I'm so glad I have you," Diane replied, revealingly.

"Still, that was a good video. Maybe we should be upset about exploitation of women and all that, but the model didn't have to do it. It was well acted and photographed. Some of it was funny, actually. Let's hope the others are as good."

Carol looked right at her. "I'm glad your mother has sent you over today, Diane. She must know you're in need. I haven't seen you for a while, too long, in fact. I'm sure you are more than ready for a treatment," she said, in a professional sounding voice. "Oh, I know, but I've been very busy," Diane replied, evasively. "Too busy to go to the bathroom, I'm sure. Have you been taking the psyllium husk I gave you?" she demanded to know.

Diane looked the other way. "Well, I-I did try it. But it's so yucky, the way you have to mix it and try to drink it," she said, evasively. "Huh. In other words you've taken hardly any of it at all, that's the truth of it," Carol said in disgust. "You're in need of a nurse today then, I have no doubt," Carol answered.

"Now, I want you to come into the treatment room, and get undressed for me, please. Take your brassiere and your underpants off as well, so you will be completely comfortable for the procedure. I'll be getting myself ready while you do that."

Diane, getting aroused all over again, complied with Carol's instructions, sitting demurely in the nude on the bed, her hands folded on her lap, happily contemplating her forthcoming treatment. At least that's where her hands were supposed to be! It didn't take very much to get her juices flowing all over again.

Yet another thrill ran all through her when she saw Carol return, dressed in a tight fitting, crispy white mini skirted nurse's uniform. It was a size too small, which revealed every curve of her figure, and the skirt was so short it barely covered her panties. Carol didn't have to be told the effect the uniform had on her SO!

"What do you want me to do, Mrs. Taylor?" she asked, breathlessly. Carol knew in advance what she wanted to do. "I'll have you lie on your back for a massage and a little examination. The massage will get you relaxed for what we may have to do. So if you will get into position, we can get started," Carol said, acting very professional.

Diane did so, lying down with her hands under her head, a position that displayed the growth in her under arms, which Carol noticed. She noticed, too, Diane's nice, well- developed breasts, which were so firm that they stood almost straight up. Certainly her nipples did!

Carol commenced the massage, taking her time, beginning by stroking Diane's thighs, running her hands through her pubic hair, and fondling her breasts, any one of which was enough to get Diane excited. She wasn't above teasing her, though, only brushing her roving hands against her lover's labia and vaginal area. That would have to wait until later.

"Now, I'm going to examine your belly, to see what that feels like today," Carol announced. She knew enough anatomy to expertly trace the outline of Diane's colon, pressing her supple hands down on the area in a few well-chosen places.

"You haven't been to the bathroom recently, have you?" Carol said, with an air of resignation. "I can feel all the waste material that's in there, in your lower tract," the experienced "nurse" commented. "That's what happens, when you don't take the remedies you should have, that I gave you. You'd better tell me just how long it has been since you last had a movement."

She looked directly at Diane, who did her best to avoid her penetrating gaze. "It's-it's been a few days," she finally admitted. "Yes, I'm sure it has. A week is more like it, I'd say. That means I'll have to examine your rectum, and if I find what I expect to in there, I'll have to give you an enema," Carol announced.

"Oh, will I have to have one, Mrs. Taylor? I'm sure I'll be able to go, without one. Maybe I could have suppositories instead," Diane pleaded. They both knew, though, what she wanted, without a word having to be said.

"Oh, so that's what you do. Using suppositories. I wonder if your mother knows that. In any event, it's too late for suppositories, I'm afraid. You might get some results with them, but what you need today, I'm sure, is a good cleanout to relieve your constipation. The only way to accomplish that is for you to take a good soapsuds enema, which is just what I expect to give you. I'll know for sure after you have your examination," Carol informed her.

In real life Diane's mother hadn't known that she used suppositories, and she had started to back when she was a teenager, keeping them well hidden from her mother's prying eyes. She'd found that she enjoyed putting them in, and that they were an effective way to help her have a movement.

Their eyes met, and they looked at each other with their lips slightly parted. The whole scene was such a turn on for them! But it was time for Carol to take further action. "I mentioned your examination. It's time for that now. No putting it off. Get up on your hands and knees, please," Carol ordered.

Diane got herself into the desired position. It was her turn to be submissive, so very exposed, for her nurse! "Do you have to do me inside?" she sighed. "Yes, I certainly do. It's necessary for me, as your nurse, to determine the extent of your constipation," Diane was told. "I know, but it's so personal," Diane complained. "It is, I agree. Maybe you should have thought of that, when you weren't taking your remedies, and getting constipated. But since you didn't, you have to face the consequences," Carol replied, unsympathetically.

Carol had, of course, been looking at every exposed part of Diane's up thrust backside, enjoying the view. She did have a luscious ass, just made for a good working over. Carol couldn't resist taking advantage of the opportunity presented, stroking Diane's buns, the inside of her thighs, and her inviting, pretty, puckered asshole. "You have such a cute behind, dear, one that's going to attract a lot of attention," she predicted, Diane trembling all over from her feathery touch.

Attention was about to be given, and her heart began to pound as soon as she heard the crackling sound of Carol wiggling her hand into a smooth fitting latex glove. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Diane plunging her finger into the jar of Vaseline, their eyes meeting briefly. "It's time now for me to determine the condition of your rectum," Carol announced.

Commencing the exam by lubricating Diane's anal ring, Carol entered her well greased digit into the center of the pouting rear portal that was right before her eyes, and then she slowly slid it on up into her breathless partner's most intimate area. "Hooh," Diane went, as she willingly experienced the invasion of her rectal channel.

As Carol had expected, its condition wasn't good, for Diane's rectum was loaded with a huge accumulation of dense, hard packed shit. "You haven't been for awhile, have you. There's no question that you need an enema, a good big soapy one, as a matter of fact," she said, reporting on the results of her examination, as she felt all around in there as best she could.

"I was afraid I'd have to have one today, Mrs. Taylor," Diane sighed, resigned to her fate. "I've tried to go for days, and I can't do anything. I knew I'd have to come and see you." "It's a good thing that you did, seeing how constipated you are. It's been too long since you last had a movement," Carol said, in a disapproving tone. "Oh, I know, but I didn't get the urge I need to have one," Diane tried to explain.

"So that's it. You didn't feel any need to go. In that case we need to do something about that, don't we. On second thought, I think I will give you suppositories first. Yes, they'd be good for you. Suppositories and an enema. That should get things moving," Carol decided.

"You like suppositories, don't you. You must, since you began by asking me if you could have them. I want you to tell me, Diane," Carol said, waiting expectantly for the answer. "I-I do like them. They do feel kind of nice," Diane finally admitted. "I'm sure they do. You like pushing them up into that hot little tushy of yours, that's the truth of it. So that's just what we're going to do. But remember, there won't be any getting out of the enema," Carol reminded her. Now that her nurse had discovered her secret suppository habit, Diane knew that she was in for it.

"I'm going to insert them now, right up your rectum," Carol announced, and without further ado she stuck two of the glycerine cylinders as far up Diane as she could get them. "You're so full in there that they may not do very much, but it's worth a try, to see if they give you any urge. I want you to be a good patient and hold them in for a good half hour before I give you the enema."

Diane got up, off the bed, getting a pantiliner out just as Carol had done. "It might not happen, but it's a good precaution, just in case," she thought, stepping back into her panties. She put her bra back on, too, ready for whatever was going to happen next. Whatever it was, it would be sure to be exciting!

They went back to the bedroom, to wait and see if Diane's suppositories were going to work. "I see you like to use them too, Diane," Carol said." Oh yes, there's definitely a place for them in this world," Diane laughed. "Sometimes if I don't need an enema, but could use a little help, I'll put them in. I've found that they work very well at a time like that."

"So you started using them back when you were a teenager," Carol inquired. Diane nodded. "I did. I knew I had to use something, so I looked at all the remedies in the drug store. My mother had given me suppositories, so I knew that was what I wanted. I was praying that no one I knew would see me picking them out, or in the checkout line," she laughed again. "Well, that is a problem, I agree. Now I always buy my things, you know, personal items, out of town or over the Internet," Carol responded.

"Let's watch the next video while we're waiting," she suggested. "Fine by me. I sure enjoyed the first one. Which one have you got?" Diane asked. "Oh, I thought we'd try ‘Roommates' Rectal Adventures.' Want me to read the description?" "Yes, why don't you. It won't give too much away. It sounds good, from the title," Diane answered.

"Ok, here it is. ‘See two coeds strip down to indulge their enema fetish, getting it on, taking their quarts in different positions. Not satisfied, watch them insert their sex toys into their eager assholes,'" Carol read. "That will be a little different. It is fun to watch them, see how other girls do it," Diane said.

"This is going to be good," Carol enthused, snuggling up to Diane on the bed. Sitting propped up on the bed, the short skirt of her nurse's uniform rode way up her thighs, and it wasn't nearly long enough to cover her panties, which Diane, dressed only in her lingerie, was very aware of. They were caressing each other all over in no time at all. How they loved stroking each other's mound through the sheer slinky fabric of their under things!

The video was about two roommates, Ruth and Betty, who were college freshmen. Ruth suspects that Betty, who is a little on the submissive side, has an anal orientation, which she has herself. To find out, she invites Betty to go home with her for a weekend, when her parents were away. Betty agrees, suspecting that something might happen.

To break the ice, Ruth says that the college food has made her get constipated, and that she needs an enema, and she suggests that Betty have one herself. Betty readily agrees, since she had experimented with enemas when she was in high school. They are both into the scene, giving each other nice enemas in different positions. They watch each other expel, something they hadn't done with a partner before. The video has excellent close up shots of their assholes, all the details of the girls taking their enemas, and the girls sitting on the toilet letting their enemas out.

The video wasn't half over, though, before Diane began to feel the effect of her suppositories. "Oh, it's starting to happen. We'd better go do it, Carol," she suggested. Carol picked up on it right away, standing up and turning the video off.

"I want you to come along with me now, Diane, to the treatment room. As your nurse, I'm sure you know what we have to do next. In case you have any ideas, there's no getting out of it. You know you need an enema, a good soapy one, to get yourself cleaned out properly." "Oh, I know I have to go through with it," Diane mumbled, as she got off the bed, all too aware of what was about to be done to her.

"How-how are you going to give it to me, Mrs. Taylor?" she asked, in a quavering little voice, as they walked together into their enema bedroom. "I think we'll use the can today, and the black douche nozzle. Yes, I think that will be good. We nurses like to use the enema can, and the tube I've chosen will be just right. It fits into the rectum so nicely," Carol told her.

Diane had used that tube before, and thinking about having it inserted up into her again was enough to give her the shivers!

"Oh no, oh not the can," Diane moaned. "I can't see what's left to go in!" "Isn't that a pity," Carol retorted, heedless to Diane's concern. "Maybe it's better not to know. Anyway, there's no point in fussing about it, since that's what we're going to use. It's the enema nurse who makes the decisions, not the patient. Sit down on the bed, please, while I get everything ready."

Carol had noticed that the bedroom had a high bureau quite close to the bed, just the right height, so it would be the perfect place to put the old white enamel enema can, the hose being long enough to easily reach the bed, when the time came. Diane, increasingly aware of the suppositories melting in her rectum, watched everything Carol did, and very soon she had the can, full to the brim with the soap-laced water, in position on the bureau right where she wanted it.

The amber hose was more than long enough to reach where Diane was going to be, so that wasn't a problem. Carol always enjoyed giving an enema the old fashioned way, with antique equipment. "It really is more fun this way," she thought.

"Now, Diane, it's time for you to get your underpants off and kneel down on the bed. I want you to be a good girl for your nurse, and do just as I say." "Oh, all right," Diane muttered, doing as she was told, taking her undies off and getting into the desired position.

She saw Carol slipping her hand into another glove. "Ooh, are you going to do me again back there?" she almost whispered. Her heart was racing now, in anticipation of her enema! "I am indeed. You didn't think you were going to get out of another exam, I hope. I need to see how well the suppositories have worked, and get you all prepared for the insertion of the nozzle."

"I bet anything you like giving rectal exams," Diane grumbled. "Now don't be fresh, dear. That won't get you anywhere. But since you asked, I do like doing it, as any good nurse should when she gives an enema," Carol responded.

Greasing her finger all up, she thrust it up through Diane's pouting asshole and right up her rectum, twisting and probing deeply around in there, checking to see if the melting suppositories had accomplished anything. "They have started to melt, but not enough to soften it up. It's just as I thought. You're too full for them to have done much of anything. You definitely need an enema to relieve your constipation," Carol announced.

"Ooh, suppositories and an enema, oh that's too much," Diane panted. "It is the old one- two, isn't it," Carol replied, smoothly. "I think a big girl like you is up to it. Think what a good movement you're going to have. Now, get on my lap, please. It's all ready for you. It's time for me to put the tube up your bottom and give you the nice soapy enema you've got to have today," she said, in her usual persuasive manner.

Diane crawled her way onto Carol's lap, draping herself over Carol's bare thighs with her legs apart. Although her rear entrance was exposed in the position she was in, Carol opened her up even more for the insertion that was very soon to come.

She had the hose, the nozzle, and the clamp right where she wanted them, and she picked the well-greased tube up, placing it right up against the quivering Diane's excited anal opening. ‘In it goes," she whispered, sticking the thick black douche tube in, inserting it high up into Diane's overloaded rectum, and opening the clamp as soon as she had done so. "It's going to feel soo good," she purred, enjoying the view of the tube stuck up Diane's ass.

"Ooo-hooo," Diane went, feeling the soapy solution going in right away, wiggling her butt around right in front of Carol, who was holding the tube firmly implanted in her rectal channel. But she didn't hold it still for long, sliding it in and out, sensuously, to heighten the sensations for Diane, stroking her buns and her thighs with her free hand. That got her almost as excited as Diane was.

"Ooh, that's a good enema, and ooh, nurse, the things you do to me!" Diane panted, very aware of the sudsy mixture flowing inexorably up her colon, and aware, too, of her impending orgasm. "Sometimes extra measures are called for by the nurse, to help her patient take her enema," Carol answered, in a soft, seductive voice.

It was a scenario that Diane loved, and had visualized only in her fondest dreams, lying on her nurse's lap, being given a big soapy enema with the tube stuck way in. The anticipation, the effect of the suppositories, her constipation, her need for an enema, her impregnated, expanding belly, were getting her closer and closer to the brink.

She was already stimulated by the melting suppositories she'd held in her rectum, which actually had begun softening and loosening everything up. As if that weren't enough, the soapsuds enema was adding, big time, to her urge for expulsion. "Hooh-ooo," she moaned, wiggling her butt in desperation, feeling the pressure in her distended, waste clogged colonic channel. Her need for elimination was getting very insistent!

"Ooh, is it ever working. I don't know if I can make it. You would use the can. I don't know what's left," she panted, bouncing around more than ever. "You can do it. You know you need to, and you know you want to. Now, be a good girl, and take it all for nursie," Carol whispered.

Being filled to capacity, having an acute need to have her movement, struggling to hold it in, and being excited by what Carol was doing to her with the douche tube, all combined to push Diane over the edge. "Ooh yes," she moaned, as her shuddering climax overcame her, in a soaring flight to the zenith of ecstasy. Carol, slipping her hand inside her own panties, was having the same experience, both girls crying out in sheer delight. They had never experienced orgasms so intense before they had gotten together.

But Diane's powerful peristalsis had only been deterred momentarily by her orgasm, returning with a vengeance. "Carol, I've got to run for it, ooh, have I ever got to go!" she exclaimed, trying desperately to maintain her grip over her quivering asshole. Carol, well aware of Diane's situation, removed the tube, and Diane was on her way!

It took every last ounce of willpower she possessed to make the dash to the toilet without having a bad accident, and she wasted no time in plunking her buns down on the toilet seat for blessed relief. She was blasting the bowl with an uncontrollable fecal explosion in about one second, the enema solution flushing chunk after chunk of soapy shit out of her convulsing colon.

The plops and splats were unbelievable, as she abandoned her body to the power of her forceful expulsion, ridding her system of a week's worth of constipated waste, having herself the mother of all BM's. The sensations were enough to get her off with yet another orgasm!

Carol came into the bathroom just as Diane was finishing up."Well, you certainly needed that," Carol said, sympathetically, watching Diane wiping her bottom, and seeing her looking ruefully into the toilet. "Oh, I guess. I don't think I ever had to go so bad in my life. What a blowout. That was some enema, just what I needed," she sighed, flushing the results away, praying that the toilet she'd been sitting on was a good one.

"I'd never tried that before, having the suppositories first. That would make me go if I hadn't been for a month," Diane said. "It is a good way to get all cleaned out. We won't need to worry about having a BM for awhile," Carol agreed. "No, but the way we were constipated, we'll need another enema, just to make sure we got everything out. This is when a high enema is so good for you," Diane responded.

"You mean one with the colon tube inserted way in. I can't wait to try that. I always like to have a second one too. I'm always surprised at how much is left in me when I haven't done enemas for awhile," Carol replied. "You've got something to look forward to, believe me. I may not have wanted to visit Mrs. Taylor, but I'd never have known about high enemas unless she'd given them to me," Diane said, gratefully.

Diane stood up at last, without a stitch of clothing on, inviting another hungry stare from Carol. "Did you ever see or hear about those Ex-Lax ads, about how they work, how they give you ‘the happy medium' instead of ‘embarrassing urgency'? Diane asked, chuckling at the thought. "Talk about embarrassing urgency. That's what I had in spades," she sighed.

"I do remember that. Have you ever tried Ex-Lax, Diane? I have, to my regret," Carol admitted. "Yes, I did use it a few times. I got constipated when I first started working. You know, a new job, new apartment, being on my own and so on. So I did try it. I had some close calls, I'll tell you. It wasn't exactly the happy medium," Diane laughed.

"That was my experience with it too," Carol recalled. "Talk about needing pantiliners. It wasn't long at all before I knew I'd better go back to my suppositories and my enemas." "It was the same with me, actually. I'd much rather have an enema anyway. Sunday morning. That's when I get the bag out," Diane told her. "Great minds have been thinking alike," Carol replied, with a smile. "There's nothing like a Sunday morning enema." "Except having a partner to give you one," Diane revealed, the girls giving each other a quick hug in agreement.