The last Sat of Sept and it's agood day for just lying around; not too hot but sunny. New people are due to move into the apt. across the hall from me today. No idea who, but then about 4PM a moving van pulls up at the front door just below my window on the 2nd floor and the guys in the van start to bring up the load. They are being directed by two mid thirties women as to where things are to be placed. These movers don't seem to be paying alot of attention as they are just dropping furniture and boxes where ever there is space, much to the frustration of the women.

By now, I've offered to give them a hand as the movers seemed more intent on getting out of there than anything else. I offer to help in any way I can as the women; Ann and Marie, are a bit exasperated with the whole thing. "I don't think those guys put anything where we wanted it",said Marie, the shorter of the two with jet black hair and a fabulous body, Although it was a bit hard to tell under the jeans and loose fitting shirt. The other woman, Ann, was also easy to look at with her sandy blond hair and good figure showing through her tight T-shirt and shorts.

"You could help set up our bed" said Ann. 'Our bed', I thought. Ann must have seen the expression on my face because she quickly added that they weren't lesbian. "But we are completely bi-sexual. We enjoy men as much as we enjoy each other in bed".

After getting a few things set up and sorted out, I invited them across the hall to my digs. This building is fairly old and the rooms are quite large with high ceilings, old woodwork and hardwood floors. We got out a bottle of decent white wine and had a few glasses. They both looked pretty sweaty and frustrated so I offered them the use of my shower, if they wanted.

"I know you haven't been able to unpack much, but I can offer my dressing gown to you, Ann and I have a big old plaid shirt that would do for Marie". They both thought it a great idea and headed for the shower while I got out the gown and shirt. "You might as well stay for dinner", I called out; "I've got a Lasagna in the oven and more good wine". "Great idea, that sure would be great", came the reply.

When they reappeared, both looked great; My gown had never been that filled out and the shirt Marie had put on was JUST long enough. It wasn't long b fore we had gone through more wine as I got the the table ready, just in time to watch Marie bending over the oven door to check the lasagna which gave me a view of that beautiful ass as well as a bit of thedarkand wet bits beyond it. Ann quickly saw the swelling in my shorts and giving it a little pat said;"Really cute touche, isn't it?" Marie quickly stood up with a mock surprised squeal and an impish grin on her face. "Maybe that's for later ;let's eat now. After a while Ann looked over and saw I wasn't eating very much; "What's wrong Steve? Your not eating ". "Yeah, well I'm feeling sort of full. I haven't had a trip to the John for a few days, but it should be OK in a day or so. I don't like using laxatives as they really cramp me for too long a time". "Well now",said Marie, "you are doing us a favor, so we'll do one for you by solving your problem right after supper". "How?,I asked. " With a couple of good cleansing enemas." "Will that be easier than waiting?"

When we finished, Ann told Marie to go over to their apt and bring back the gear they would need. In the meantime, Ann cleared the harvest table in the kitchen. Next she put a blanket over it with a few towels. Then, she positionrd two of the high back chairs near one end of the table . "OK, hop up on the table,Steve and I'll get you positioned." I was starting to get a bit nervous about this. As I climbed up , she slipped off my T-shirt and said to lie on my back. Just as I did she slipped my shorts off in one smooth motion. Next, after checking out the little guy with a few soft strokes and a knowing smile,she put my feet up onto the top of the chairs so that my knees were near my chest. Marie arrived back with the 'gear'. "I couldn't find everything I wanted because everything is so mixed up in the moving boxes. But what I did find will do."

With that,she brought out a large black enema bag, a tube of lubricant, some plastic gloves, about five feet of hose and a tip that was in the shape of an 8" cock; black,curved and made of silicone. 'OOOOO, this will be fun".said Ann as my cock lost interest temporarily at the thought of that thing in my butt.

"Don't you worry, Steve, We are going to proceed very gently." By this time, Marie had slipprd on a glove and was rubbing the gel around and into me. First only one finger and then two, slowly streching me. All the while, Ann was getting the enema ready with good warm soapy water. Marie's fingers were now up to three in me and it feeling good. "You're starting to enjoy this, aren't you, Steve?" as she began to gently squeeze my now erect member.

"OK, I'm going to insert just a couple of inches of our special friend to start." said Marie and I could feel that 2" wide head finding it's way in. It was great. Then the click of the clamp was followed by the warm sensation of the soapy water starting to fill me. After the first wave of pressure passed, it felt great again.

It was quite a sight that greeted me: Ann was up on the table with Marie bent over the end; her face buried with a mouthful of clit of the now moaning Ann. I didn't need to be told twice what to do as I gently penetrated that waiting wet cunt in frontof me. After about 15 min of this and we had all come, Marie got me back up on the table while Ann came back with the now briming and steaming one gallon bag and hung it from the pot rack over the table. Next came a regreasing of my butt as Ann began working on my penis again; this time with an educated mouth. Once again Marie started inserting that huge tip into me. THis time she kept slowly twisting and pushing until the whole 8" were in me. Man, what a feeling as the water really started to flow with Ann's lips and tongue doing a great job of revival and Marie's constant moving of that great silicone cock in me. Finally,Marie indicated that I had it all and as she slowly withdrew the massive piece as Ann's work came to a successful, climactic,gushing end.

After I had finished in the John, I came out to find the girls had gone and had left me a note saying to come over in a few days to get my gown and shirt and to have another "lasagna" party, if I was up to it. I'll let you knpw how that goes.