Monica

Monica

By Zod

Monica skampered about the yard in her black thong. It barely covered her pubic region. A single strand of silk appeared from between her cheeks when she walked away from me. It was all I could do to keep from becoming erect in my own thong as I watched this beautiful woman flounced about watering plants. and squating in the bushes. She had a tight muscluar abdomen and totally cute cheeks, lean thighs and legs.

It was the height of summer and we were working in the garden that our duplex shared. Monica and I had a lawn and garden in common. I liked it, being able to spend the afternoon gardening with this beautiful lythe woman wearing a thong. No top. Monica's breasts were not tainted by the mearest hint of a tan line. She lived topless.

And almost bottomless too.

Monica had straight black hair cut short in front and long in back. She wore hoop earrings and told me that she had just recently gotten the gold ring in her lean, tanned navel.

I liked it. Monica said she thought it was totally sexy.

She knew it turned me on.

Monica had a boyfriend named Chester. I saw her say good bye to him the next morning at the door of her apartment. He wore a sweat shirt cut short around the waist to reveal a lean tan abdomen. He also wore jeans and boots. Chester was blonde, with curly hair that hung in locks around his head.

He didn't see me watching as he walked off down the street.

I let Monica see my enema bag as it hung in the bathtub. I had left it there to dry out after I had flushed that morning. After cleansing myself I had let the bag dry out by hanging it up on a rack next to the shower nozzle. I had totally forgotten about it.

Monica went into my bathroom as I was making tea after a day of working in the garden, when she came out she asked about the enema bag in the tub. I told her I like to cleanse my colon.

Monica was wearing a cute black thong that barely covered her pubic region.

"Interesting," she said. "so you give yourself enemas?"

"Uh huh" I replied.

"That's like, totally anal." she said, a slight grin appearing on her face.

"Yes," I said. "It is."

"You know," she said, standing next to me in her thong. "I like to flush myself too, sometimes."

"You mean give yourself enemas." I asked.

"Yes."

"Would you like me to give you an enema?" I asked.

"I would." she said, this time grinning broadly. "I've got my bag and everything over in my apartment. Do you want to come over?"

"Yes I would." I replied quite happily.

Monica told me to wait for fifteen minutes, then come over to her condo. She then scampered out of the door, her cute bottom totally uncovered except for that one single strand of fabric coming out from between her cheeks.

I was getting erect thinking about flushing her. I decided to wear my jockstrap to keep from standing out too much. I also wore shorts and a t shirt when I knocked on Monica's door fifteen minutes later.

Monica opened the door, she invited me in and led me up the stairs to her bathroom. She was still wearing her thong. When we got to the carpeted bathroom, she pulled the straps of her thong down over her feet and hung the thong up on a stainless steel rack. The rack had a two quart magenta enema bag hanging from it. The bag was connected by a white hose to a duche nozzle. There was also a massage table in the room. Monica got up on it and lay with her legs spread. I could see between her toned cheeks to her cute red anus. I asked where the lubricant was.

Monica pointed to the counter. I found the lubricant and put some on the nozzle. Then I slipped it slowly up Monica's bottom. She giggled and squirmed. I told her that she shouldn't move and smacked her bottom once. She yiped and sat up looking around at me. Her eyes bore a faraway look.

"That feels good!" she said.

"Good!" I replied, slowly pushing the nozzle in and out of her bottom with one hand and massaging the lubricant into her cheeks with the other.

"Mmm," she seemed to drift off as I released the clamp. Then she said. "You've given enemas before."

"Yes I have." I replied, now reaching between Monica's legs and massaging her belly which was even now filling with water.

Monica seemed to drift off to sleep, only an occasional whine or grunt could tell me that she was still there. Her belly filled slowly but steadily. She didn't seem to be cramping at all. That could only mean that her her intestines were used to streatching like this.

Monica was finally full. I massaged her belly for a while before she got up in a hurry and ran off to the toilet. I could hear the toilet flush from the main bathroom, where I looked about. The walls were covered with mirrors that were really screen doors. Monica kept her clothes behind them. There was a counter and dressing table. A massage table and enema bag rack. A large circular bathtub and a small shower stall.

Monica came out all bright and fresh and gave me a kiss. She also asked if I would like an enema. I said sure.

Monica cooed as she slipped the probe up my bottom. She then started to slowly push the probe in and out. I sighed. She released the clamp, and my bottom began to fill.

I took my water.

After Monica filled me, she massaged my belly. She started to suck my cock, and soon I felt my penis all hard and distended along with the desire to relieve myself of the water. I ran to the toilet.

Monica told me that her lover Chester was bisexual.

I told her I was bi.

She grinned and suggested that I meet Chester. I remembered the man who had left the morning before.

Chester looked cute.

I told Monica that I would like to meet Chester.

Monica told me that she wanted to realize her double penetration fantasy and needed two men to do it. Chester was cool to Monica's desires and had even expressed a desire for double penetration.

I liked the idea and told Monica as much.

We kissed.

Chester showed me his house. It was large, and he had set himself up a dungeon in the basement. He had an X rack and a saw horse. There was a small bathroom with a shower off the dungeon room. There was also a small dark closet with a peephole on its door.

Chester was wearing loose draw string shorts and a crop top. We drank beer as he showed me around. Monica had disappeared.

I asked Chester how much he used this S and M stuff. He said pretty frequently. I wanted to play.

Monica came back into the dungeon. She had changed into a tight leather hearness that left her breasts and clit exposed. She also wore leather gloves that went up to her elbows and leather boots that went up to mid thigh.

She told Chester that we had been playing with enemas. Chester asked if I needed an enema. I said yes.

Chester had me strip and climb onto the sawhorse. He strapped me in tight with leather straps leaving me bending over with my bottom in the air.

Monica came back into the room. She was carrying a magenta two quart enema that was full of water. It was connected to a large bulbous nozzle made of black rubber. She hung the bag on a rack next to the sawhorse and lubricated the nozzle. She slipped it in.

Chester pushed his cock into my face. He had stripped and was now feeding me his meat. I sucked it and was soon tilting my head back so that I could deep throat him.

Monica released the clamp and let a gush of warm water into my bowels. I grunted as my penis strained hard and Chester fed me cock. She fed me more and more water all the while pushing the nozzle in and out of my but.

Chester shot his cum down my throat. He then left, leaving me alone with Monica, who took the nozzle out of my bottom. She told me it was time for a but plug.

I was expected to hold my water with a plug up my bottom. Later on I would be trained on the toilet. I was still strapped onto the sawhorse, and my bottom was sticking up into the air.

The large silicon but plug slowly was pushed into place by Monica as she played with my cock. I was hard. She put a cock ring around my penis and testicles and manipulated it with one hand as she played with the end of the but plug with her other hand.

Chester was no where in sight.

Monica put an iron collar around my neck. I pleaded to go to the toilet.

She said no.