"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 blasé, 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…"