Message-ID: <14616eli$9808222119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sndr007@aol.com (SNDR007) Subject: ANNA, Part 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082104031300.AAA26770@ladder03.news.aol.com> Part 4, Wherein Anna begins her preparations, and Robert gets more than he can handle. Immediately, Robert's dormant cock stood straight up as the hot jet of soapy water played against his prostate. "Very nice, Robert," Anna remarked as she stroked it with her slippery glove. "We'll put this to good use in a little while." As Anna stroked him, Robert could see and feel his belly swell. The pressure built up in waves and then released as the steaming suds sloshed into another segment of his bowel. "Please, Anna, please stop it," Robert begged. "I can't take anymore." The ominous bag was still about half full, and Robert was groaning and shifting around on the table like each minute would be is last, but Anna would not relent. "Take it, Robert. I know you can. I know you will," she replied, and she squeezed a little more lubricant on her hand and started pumping his cock more vigorously. This distraction definitely took the edge off of Robert's discomfort, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations in his ass and cock. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm spreading through his body, and he started moving, sliding against Anna's hand. Abruptly, she stopped and pulled away. "Not now," she warned. "Maybe later, if you're good." She raised the bag another foot or so to finish it off, and closed the valve. Then she disconnected the hose from the bardex and rolled the IV stand over to the sink. "We may need this later," she teased, and she left the room. By now, Robert was getting pretty scared. There was no way he could off the table because his ankles were firmly attached to the stirrups and he couldn't move his hands away from his waist. His belly was almost too distended for him to move without help, and cramps were wracking his body. He was sweating profusely. What a mess. In a panic, he tried to force the bardex out of his body, but to no avail. The only thing he could do was to try to relax. He closed his eyes and got control of his breathing. Consciously, he relaxed his abdominal muscles and tried to accept the volume within his belly. As the minutes passed, the cramps lessened a bit, but never went away entirely. >From time to time, Robert could hear a gurgling sound inside himself as the suds found their way into another part of his bowel. After what seemed like half an hour, Anna returned. She massaged his abdomen for a few minutes and asked Robert if he would like to go to the toilet. "Yes, Anna," Robert pleaded. "Please help me down." Anna unclipped his ankles and helped him sit up. She followed Robert as he waddled into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. She pulled the black rubber bulbs up between Robert's legs and released the pressure, first from the bladder between his cheeks, then from the bladder inside him. Hot soapy water poured out of him in a thick jet. Anna managed to hang on to the bardex, and she carried it to the lavatory and rinsed it off as Robert's enema poured into the toilet. He was extremely embarrassed at the noise and the odor, but Anna wouldn't give him any privacy. She took her time rinsing the bardex and finally carried it out, leaving the door open. Robert was mortified. The sound and the smell were almost worse than the enema itself. Anna returned and switched on the exhaust fan. "We're going to have to do something about your diet," she said disdainfully, and she left the bathroom, this time closing the door. Robert sat on the toilet for a good twenty minutes. For a while, every time he thought he was empty, a new wave of cramps would sweep over him and through him, and a flood of frothy, rank enema water would pour from his bowels. Periodically, Anna would return and flush the toilet. Finally, he was empty and he knew it. He called for Anna, and she flushed the toilet one more time and stood him in the shower. Using a hand-held sprayer, she rinsed Robert off from the waist down. She had him bend over and spread himself so that she could rinse between his cheeks and under his balls, then she turned the water off and dried him with a soft towel. "One more should do it," Anna said cheerfully. She took him by the arm and helped him out of the shower. She embraced him. She kissed him softly on the lips and led him back into the examination room. The second IV stand was in position for Robert's next enema. The bag was full and the bardex was attached to the coiled hose on the service cart. "This enema will be a lot easier on you," Anna promised, as they walked over to the table. "It's much cooler, and it's got a little bicarbonate of soda in it to soothe you and kill the soap. Now, bend over the table while I put the bardex in." Robert bent over and laid his chest on the cool leather with his feet about three feet apart. He was learning. "Well done, Robert, now SHOW ME," Anna commanded. Immediately, Robert reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart for her. "Good boy," she murmured, and she reached for the gloves. Again, Anna took her time putting them on, and Robert remained in position for her, exposed and inviting her attention. After a few minutes, Robert heard the familiar snap of latex on Anna's wrist. Then he felt the cold lubricant against his anus and the intrusion of two, then three fingers. As Anna worked the lubricant in with one hand, her other hand found his scrotum and massaged his balls gently, even lovingly. Anna leaned forward and put her lips to his ear. "You've really got a nice package, Robert. I can't wait to put it to use," she whispered. By then, Robert's eyes were closed and he was lost in sensation. Her fingers felt so good in his ass that he was almost ashamed to admit it to himself. He arched his back, raised himself up on the balls of his feet, and spread his cheeks even wider, inviting her deeper. Anna put a fourth finger inside and wrapped her other hand around Robert's rigid cock. "Are you ready to get fucked, Robert?" she whispered into his ear. "Yes, Anna, please...please." Robert was on the verge of losing control,and Anna knew it. He was bouncing back and forth between her hands, fucking one and impaling himself on the other, faster and faster. Just in time, she released her grip on his cock and withdrew her fingers from Robert's ass. For several seconds, he danced spasmodically in front of her, seeking the source of his ecstacy and not finding it. "Oh shit. I was so close," he cried. "I know, Robert, but it's not your turn yet," Anna teased, and she pushed the bardex in, easily. Anna inflated it a bit more this time, fearful that their activity may have loosened Robert's anus up a bit, then she opened the valve to start the flow. "I'm going to give you this one in a bending positon," she said. "Then I've got a job for you. You'll have to earn your release." This enema was more than cool. It was cold, and Robert started cramping immediately. He begged her to stop, to at least slow the flow down, but she wouldn't hear of it. Anna massaged his belly and stroked his cock, but she wouldn't stop or slow the flow of water into his bowels. From his position, he couldn't see the bag, so he had no idea of how much water remained. He only knew that it hurt and that he couldn't take much more. He tried to stand, and she pushed him back down against the table, holding him down, forcefully. He was surprised by her strength, and he stopped struggling. Anna lleaned over him and kissed him on the shoulder and on the cheek. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Just a little more." Then he heard a slurping sound as the bag emptied, and a click as Anna closed the valve. She disconnected the bardex from the hose and wheeled the second IV stand over to the sink. "Stand up, Robert," she ordered. "Now, it's time for some pleasure." Unfortunately for Robert, Anna was referring to her own pleasure, not his. She climbed up on the exam table, put her feet in the stirrups, and slid down until her ass was right at the edge of the table. "This is a test of your oral skills," she announced. "I want you to kneel down and make me come with your tongue. Once I'm satisfied, you can go to the toilet." Robert was worried. Just getting down on his knees would be a trick in itself, and he wasn't used to performing cunnilingus without the use of his hands. He managed to kneel without falling over, and as he moved in closer, his nostrils flared to Anna's scent. Intoxicating. He slid his nose between her labia and nuzzled her clitoris. She was really wet, and he took it as a sign that his performance so far had been satisfactory. He followed up with his tongue, running it softly along all the folds and crevices of Anna's sweet pussy before lingering on her clitoris. Anna reached down with one hand, laid two fingers on the leather straps that flanked her outer lips, and spread her outer lips. She placed her other hand on the side of Robert's head, more to steady and caress him than to hold on. Robert made his tongue soft and wide and started licking Anna's steamy slit from her tailbone to her mons in long slow strokes, lingering on her anus and at the opening to her vagina. "Oh...yes...more...." she groaned in pleasure, spreading her knees wider and grabbing at Robert's hair. "Don't you dare stop." Robert firmed up his tongue and pushed it into Anna as far as he could, and as he fucked her with it, he nuzzled her clitoris some more. Anna grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him against her, grinding her pelvis against his face, covering him with her sweet secretions. Robert could feel her starting to come, so he increased the pressure and picked up the tempo, and suddenly, Anna came with a shrieking high-pitched scream that startled him. She pulled her right foot out of its stirrup, dropped her leg on his shoulder, and flexed it against his back, drawing him nearer; she pulled his head so tightly into her cotch that Robert thought he would drown in her juices; every muscle in her body tightened and quivered. Robert was amazed at her strength and at the power of her passion. He had never felt a woman come with such animalistic abandon. Anna's orgasm lasted for at least a minute, and Robert stayed with her, fucking her with his tongue and trying to breathe until she released him. Robert pulled back and his whole face was wet with Anna's juices. Her pelvis was swaying from side to side, and she had her hands between her legs with her fingers spread out on the insides of her thighs, stroking and massaging. What a sight!! Robert was mesmerized. Anna was so open and wet that his poor, neglected cock couldn't help but twitch forlornly. He leaned forward again and licked her...softly, reverently. He ran his tongue through her slippery silken folds and planted a tender kiss on her swollen clitoris. "Thank you, Robert. That was lovely," Anna said softly. "Would you like to go to the toilet?" Robert realized that in his eagerness to please Anna, he had forgotten all about the enema inside his belly, and he was amazed. He had been caught up in the sheer erotic drama of the moment and had lost himself in her pleasure. How unusual, how selfless, how unlike him. Now that Anna had called attention to his plight, he became keenly aware of the pressure and the volume. "Yes, Anna, I would. May I go now?" he asked humbly. Anna smiled at him, stretched, and climbed down from the exam table. She helped Robert up and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Anna held him tightly as she kissed his forehead, cheeks, and lips. She licked Robert's lips, and he opened his mouth to receive her tongue. She kissed him deeply, passionately, and then led him to the bathroom. Robert sat on the toilet and Anna kneeled in front of him, His cock was still firm, and Anna took the head in her mouth for a minute, encircling it with her lips and lashing it with her tongue. Robert closed his eyes and groaned while Anna sucked and stroked him. Once again, he was ready to come and once again, Anna pulled away. Then she deflated the bardex, as before, and Robert's second enema poured into the toilet. Anna held the bardex up for Robert to see. "Pretty clean this time," she said. "We may be ready for the next step." 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