Denise in Search of Adventure

Note to readers: This story involves performance of bodily functions. In case the subject matter is not to your taste then you may prefer not to read further.

I am grateful to my wonderful friend and mentor, lesliejones, for encouraging me to publish the story on Literotica. All active participants are over 18 years.

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Denise had waited all week to indulge in her special new experience, a bizarre and intoxicating variant of one of her favourite pastimes. The mere thought of it was making her wet. Thinking back, she wondered how she had never thought of this before...

Her close friend, Margaret was away on a course, leaving Denise alone. Her friend was an outwardly capable and elegant businesswoman, always meticulous about her attire, her coif and all matters of personal hygiene - quite the opposite of Denise. Yet underneath she was a natural submissive, ready, even eager to subject herself to the most extreme and perverted debasements Denise could think up. Denise was naturally dominant and would think up scenarios of the most extreme and humiliating nature. As befitting one such as Margaret, they all involved the apotheosis of her outward character - exhibitions of urination, defecation, soiling, etc. Normally her friend would visit a couple of times a week and Denise would inflict on her some particularly filthy and degrading, but this week she'd be alone. She'd been about to invite one or other of perverted girlfriends but on impulse decided on something entirely involving herself. She would deny herself any defecatory relief for a full six days, letting the fecal waste of her digestive system accumulate in her bowels. The specially designed buttplug was attached to a waist-girdle and legging straps with a counter appliance that nestled snugly in her vagina. The arrangement wasn't comfortable but that drawback was compensated by the excitingly dirty feeling she had at wearing such a device, and delicious sensations it stimulated in her cunt. It ensured nothing would escape from her anal exit. It wasn't easy to live with it - several times she thought about cutting short the gestation period but she fought the cramps and increasing bloatedness. When she finally released it would be monumental. To add a certain piquancy she decided to let it happen in a public place.

The next town harboured a university and a couple of colleges so she expected a good number of young men and women who she thought she might engage with or at least prove a suitable "secret" audience. She drove the ten miles to the mall at the edge of the town and parked in the far corner, some minute's walk to, and from the main entrance. She was quivering with excitement as entered the "disabled" stall in the ladies' restroom, carrying the bag with her change of clothes. Quickly she stripped off the old sweatshirt and sweatpants; she would ditch those in the nearest garbage bin. Now she would have to be careful so as not to spoil a week of patient preparation. Naked except for the plug, she first placed the skinny black tank-top and jeans on the clean, dry floor, then slowly eased the plug from her anus. After nearly six days it was firmly embedded and it was a delicate operation to remove it from her by now sore and stretched rear passage. She made sure to withdraw it slowly so her sphincter could close up. Before continuing she sat down to piss - an empty bladder would be preferable - then put on the top and with difficulty pulled up the skin-hugging jeans, her tightest pair and her favourite garment for what she was going to do. The denim was soft and becoming faded after many washes, and was distinctly brown on the inside of the seat. Wow, the material gripping her between the legs was a turn-on of its own. Finally, some work with the hairbrush and an application of makeup meant that as she left the restroom she was transformed in appearance from the outwardly plain and mousy housewife to a feisty street girl.

She walked carefully at first, still conscious of the emptiness where her plug had been, and then more naturally. She made no attempt to force the issue, let nature take its course while she browsed the stores or sipped coffee. Early evening on Friday and the mall filled up. She had no difficulty chatting with some of the young college women who inevitably thought themselves very naughty and daring as they exchanged experiences, with their minds were invariably set on getting laid by some boy.

It was in Border's that she found her chance. There was a group of chatting and she happened to hear a snatch of conversation, "... she did?... and Todd told you... making out in the back row of the cinema... with Lindy... and she... in her panties? Wow, how gross!"

So, she though, did one of them really mess herself? This was better than Denise ever imagined. Apparently oblivious, she wandered up and down the aisles, hoping to find out who this Lindy was, and she was not disappointed. She sauntered away and a few minutes later went to the coffee bar where some of the group were waiting in line for coffee. She was sure none of them realised any of their conversation had been overheard. As luck would have it, one of those from the group, a somewhat busty blonde came to line up behind her. She was wearing a flared black denim miniskirt, trainers, and a white cotton top tied below her breasts to reveal several inches of flesh above her pierced belly-button. She must have been about nineteen but the immature way she dressed made her look younger. From the interplay with the group it was obviously Lindy. Denise's heart leapt. Once her identity was established it was child's play to engage her in small talk while they waited in line.

Despite her dress, the girl was well-spoken, suggesting a good family background and polite enough to invite her join her at a table for two. Denise introduced herself, explaining that she was thirty-four. She used to work in IT but was now training to be a teacher. She was using her day off to replenish her depleted wardrobe.

"You look like you might be at the college here, Lindy."

"Yes I'm at the uni, majoring in Arts as my major which I love, Math as my minor which sucks. Just started my final semester, turned twenty a month ago."

They continued to make anodyne conversation until Lindy's friends got up.

"Coming Lindy? Shani has her car but has to leave right away. Or are you staying, I guess your mom will come by anyway later."

By now the girl was enjoying the attention of the older and obviously more experienced woman. Reluctant to part, she signalled she'd stay, and Denise was now able to get into closer conversation.

"I hope you don't mind my saying, but you look real cool in that outfit, it looks great one you. How old are you Lindy?"

As she expected, Lindy blushed at the compliment. "Why thanks, people say it makes me look rather immature, but I like it. I hope you don't think it emphasises my boobs too much?"

"Not at all, I wish I had tits like yours, I'd show them off too. Now I mention, I came here to get some underwear, what's the stuff like in Penney's? I'm looking for something youthful, would you like to help me choose?"

"Yeah, sure would!"

"Wow that's great! Really glad we met up, I'm hopeless at choosing stuff like that."

Stopping here and there, Denise idly picked up couple of pairs of smooth and white full-cuts and matching bras, standard undergarments for a mature woman, she figured. A bit further she saw displayed something more exciting, not exactly exotic but about as racy as she'd find in that store, sheer and skimpy black bra and panties, and she picked up a couple of sets. Then to round it off she took several the flimsiest strings she could find, in different colours and no more than spaghetti straps and a tiny lace triangle. They looked like they disintegrate in the first wash, if not before. "The way you look I bet you have a cute guy, do you think it turn him on if he saw me in something like this? (holding the sheer black set) Or this (dangling one of the strings)"

Lindy was obviously flattered by the question of, and the presumption that she had a cute boyfriend. "Wow yes, that material is so slinky and it will be almost see-through. Yeah, you'd look hot in that. And the strings are real sexy too."

Denise picked a good bunch of garments and together they went to the desk where there was a long line.

After a few minutes Denise confided, "Oh no!... sometimes when I least expect it, you know, I had a burrito for lunch and I think it's worked its way through. I fear I'm going to have an accident. SO EMBARRASSING!" She emphasised the last words.

Denise could see the fascination lighting up the girl's face. She went on, "If it happens I don't know what I'll do, my wheels at right across the parking lot, I'll have to go right through the mall past everyone and all the way the far side."

She allowed the signs of discomfort to register on her face, all the time pretending to make small talk. Just as she was paying she decided to relax. At first nothing happened, but after a few seconds a loud and obviously wet fart erupted from her rear. Those just behind stepped backed and the salesgirl fought to maintain a calm expression, though obviously her instinct was to hold her breath and turn aside. But Denise made no attempt to stanch the flow and a series of ripping sounds erupted from her bottom. The waves was merely fluid, she was sure a putrid brown mix of mucous, liquefied waste and gas was erupting from within and there was no doubt the entire seat of her jeans were being stained a nasty wet brown. The stinking slurry was down the inside of her legs as well. The feeling was indescribably exciting, warm. Slimy, gooey, wetness was beginning to rub and squelch in her crotch. She felt the first shudders of an impending orgasm and made no attempt to suppress it. It amused her all the more that the onlookers were convinced she was trying to fight the cramps. She could hear the murmurings of disgust from all around... oh gosh, that woman is having an accident... disgrace... filthy... disgusting... and look at that little blonde slut with her...

"I'm so sorry, this is so humiliating, and in front of all these people, and for you too to be seen with me. It's OK if you want to get away, I don't want you to be embarrassed as well."

Despite her feigned horror at what was happening, she was as excited and aroused as she's ever been - it was all she could do to resist the urge to rub her cunny through the front of her jeans, even in this public place. Amazingly, Lindy insisted on coming all the way to the car with her. As they were painstakingly walking, the first real big, solid lump tried to fight its way out. No doubt her tight jeans would soon be straining to contain the monstrous load, for so long imprisoned in her rectum, was about to escape. As though looking as if to try and hold it she pushed, certain that she was going shit the biggest load in her life, and in the delightful company of this naive young girl, But for some reason that didn't happen. The runny stuff was released but for some reason the bulk of the waste contents of her bowels was held fast.

"Oh Denise, I'm so sorry. That must have been dreadful for you, and you were so brave in there. I'm sure I would have died of shame."

"It's OK, no real harm. I live some way and I'm sure nobody there knew me. But how are you getting back? Haven't your friends gone? Tell you what, I can take you back, least I can do after you've been so kind."

The gush of filthy brown slurry from Denise's rectum had slowed to a trickle as they crossed the car park and then stopped, but there could be no doubt to anyone looking that she had a very messy fecal accident. Far from being dismayed, she delighted in this display of ostensibly unintentional messing. Even so Lindy elected to walk close behind, so as to shield her as much as possible from view, but to be honest she also enjoyed the close up sight of her new friend progressively soiling her skin tight jeans. Denise herself got a high from giving this young girl such a close view of the grossly soiled and wet state of her jeans. She meant it when she said, "Thank you so much for coming with me. I said I'd give you a ride home if you don't mind being in the car with filthy and stinking like this. Oh, and do call me Denise." "Oh, that's OK, I don't mind at all. Honest. Pop is away and I just got a text from my mom that she'd be busy gardening till the evening and couldn't come by so I really appreciate the ride."

Denise went to the trunk to stow her purchases in the back and pick up a sheet of plastic to put over the driver's seat. She saw that Lindy was already sat on the front passenger seat looked to have her legs apart and he hand was under her skirt, rubbing herself. She smiled, the girl was so transparent. And what a horny little pervert. As Denise opened the driver's door and put the sheet down to sit on, She drove off, not hurrying, partly because she wanted to prolong the time together before they reached her home. She wasted no time getting to the main topic of conversation.

"You must have had a good sight of my rear, was it very obvious that I shit my jeans? Are they very stained?"

"Oh well... yeah, they are rather. It was kind of obvious how you messed them, real bad."

"But you didn't seem embarrassed to be with me, and be seen with me. You could have gotten away - most people would. Does it interest you at all that I shat in my pants?"

Lindy felt trapped. She was indeed interested - excited, aroused even. But never imagined Denise might suspect she had such a weird fascination and felt ashamed about admitting how someone's misfortune like that excited her. She was about to make up something plausible, and harmless, when Denise went on, "It's OK Lindy. I won't be offended if you say you were interested, that you enjoyed being with a woman who soiled herself, or that you liked looking at the filthy mess I made in my jeans."

The girl blushed deep scarlet with embarrassment. This was even worse than having an accident in public. She was almost crying

"I'm... I'm sorry Denise. You've been so kind and... and I hope you're not mad at me. You looked so cool in your outfit and when you started talking to me it was great. I was so sorry for you when you... when you had your accident. But then I started feeling wicked - I've always liked seeing people mess themselves, and when it happened to you I... I wanted to see you get completely messed, really filthy. I thought you'd be terribly upset but you weren't. I was hoping you'd be my friend but now I've spoiled it all... "

"No Lindy, you haven't spoiled anything between us. I'm glad you said what you did and I know we're going to be good friends. I saw you had your hand under your skirt just now, were you masturbating, hon?"

"Oh... well... I..."

"I don't like to be in the way of someone having such a nice experience, so why don't you carry on with it... Yes, that's it. Wouldn't you like to pinch those lovely nipples of yours while you rub yourself through your panties? Go on, it's OK, nobody else to see, no don't take them off... Don't stop until you've cum and don't refrain from squirming or vocalising. I want to know you're are enjoying it..."

During the next minutes Lindy worked herself up into a frenzy of lust as Denise cruised slowly round the quiet district on the edge of town. She was writhing and grinding in the capacious passenger seat, gasping and moaning, while sporadically uttering lewd obscenities.

"Aaagghh!... Ooooh!... Uunngghhhh!!... Oh my cunt... shit!... Aaaarrrggghhhhh!! fuck!... FUCK!!..."

"That feel good hon? Look at my crotch, Lindy. Can you see that big filthy patch, right beneath my pussy? Go on look at it, smell it, touch it. So brown and wet, so nasty and stinky with my runny shit. You like looking at it, don't you, such a nasty little pervy slut aren't you. Getting all hot and frigging yourself. You know I can feel all that filthy wet slime right on my cunt. Did you know I'm not wearing any panties, the seam on my jeans is pressed right into my cunt and it's sodden with foul muck that came straight out of my shit hole. Yes, that's it... now stick a finger through your panties right up your juicy wet snatch to get the material right in, get it all cummy... and another finger to push your panties up your shitty ass, get your panties good'n soiled, get them real skanky for me."

Lindy was completely out of control, pistoning one finger into her cunt and another into her ass, both through the flimsy material of her panties. It took her some minutes to recover her breath and a semblance of composure.

"Wow Lindy, that was quite a spectacle you made of yourself. You are a filthy little pig, aren't you? I wonder what your Mom would say if she knew you behaved like that." But don't worry, I won't tell. Maybe I should give you one pair of the new panties I bought. Yes, that's right you tidy yourself up and put these on, I'll keep your nicely messed-up ones."

After a while Denise arrived at Lindy's home, a large ranch-style house standing in its own sizeable grounds. As it happened Lindy's Mom was working at the flowerbeds in the back yard as they drove up. She was dressed in practical working gear, blue dungarees over a white T-shirt, both rather stained and streaked with grass and soil. She looked in her mid-forties, short blonde hair and standing taller and slimmer than Lindy but clearly with the same well developed boobs. A school teacher perhaps, she conveyed an air of practicality and authority.

"Welcome, and thank you so much for bringing my daughter from the mall. Please come in, Miss..."

"Please, Denise."

"... Denise, then. Call me Penny, and you're most welcome to stay for tea, it's the least I can do."

Denise was undecided about accepting the offer. On the one hand it would be an opportunity to learn more about her naughty new friend and to arrange to see her again. On the other hand it would mean the embarrassment of being "caught" in her present filthy state.

"Why thank you Penny. Oh, I don't know... I don't think I can stay... I had an..."

"Actually Denise was so kind to bring me back, even though she had some trouble at the mall, a big accident in her jeans. But I know you don't mind that, Mom."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that, Lindy, but Denise, it's even more reason for you to come in and get cleaned up. Of course I don't mind, it's my pleasure to help. Come in get those messy jeans off and get them cleaned. Hey, we can wash and dry them if you don't mind staying a bit."

Denise realised the decision was made for her. She'd been slightly concerned about Penny's reaction but she talked as if it was all in a day's routine. She sensed there was a dominant streak in the older woman and wondered what it would be like to be under her authority. Denise was normally the dominant, and used to taking control. She was therefore apprehensive about the role being reversed, but somehow excited as well.

Penny led her to the large, well-appointed bathroom and invited her to undress and shower. "I might as well take your jeans now, if you don't mind undressing in front of me."

So that's how it was that Denise stripped right down there on the white tiled floor of the bathroom, until she was completely naked. Without showing any distaste, Penny took the massively soiled jeans.

"I'll put these in the wash, then I'll get cleaned up myself after all that work in the yard. Lindy will come in a few minutes and give you something to wear. Please don't imagine I'm in the least bit put out that you've crapped your jeans while at the mall, and been with my daughter. I always say to her - better out than in. And I see to it she takes a laxative every day to keep her regular, even if it means the occasional embarrassing accident."

Some time later Denise was comfortably showered and dressed, and enjoying the company of her new friends while taking tea and cakes in the sitting room.

"Lindy mentioned you're training to be a teacher. Math wasn't it? She could sure use some help in that department, and I'm no good at that. I'd really appreciate it if you could give her a bit of coaching - she really must get her grades or she won't graduate from uni. She says she'd really like you to help her. She obviously likes your company - to be honest I think you've made a big hit with her. And I would be very happy for her to have company in the evening when I'm out, especially a friend like you."

This is better than I imagined, thought Denise. An invitation to spend time with this depraved young woman. And even better, with Mom's blessing. She's still clearly under her Mum's authority. Laxatives she said, maybe the reason why she messed herself at the picture house.

"Well, it would be my pleasure, Lindy is a delightful young lady, really thoughtful and lovely company... Oooooh, I'm sorry. I think I'm still bloated. I was so constipated the last days that I took a laxative this afternoon. It doesn't seem to have got rid of it all, even though it caused me to mess myself... Aaahhh!... oh dear, that was a bad stomach cramp, I think I need the bathroom again. Sorry, you must think I'm terrible."

"Not at all, I understand these physical tribulations perfectly. But I don't think a visit to the bathroom will do the job of clearing your bowels, I think they are well and truly clogged, probably impacted. But perhaps I can help, I was a staff nurse for many years and I know just how to deal with a recalcitrant digestive tract. I have a special treatment room where I still run a praxis. So don't argue, just come with me and we'll sort you out in no time."

Denise was impressed by Penny's manner, relishing the opportunity to be under someone else's control for a change. Penny led her through a passageway towards a door to a back room and then down some steps to the basement. "I have the treatment area down here, where it is quiet and free from disturbance. I must tell you that once through this door, you put yourself in my hands. There's no opting out once we start. Understand, Denise?"

"I understand, Penny."

"Good. And in there I am called 'doctor'. Lindy will assist me and you may call here 'nurse'."

"Certainly, doctor. And thank you for offering to help me with my bowel problems."

Penny unlocked the door to quite large and well-appointed exam and treatment area, and instructed Denise to undress and wait. "Take all of your clothes off and put them in the closet here at the side. I will fetch the nurse who will help with come in and deal with the preliminaries. No doubt you are keen to start, Denise."

"Yes doctor."

Rather nervously Denise removed her loaned dress, sandals and the new underwear she'd bought. After waiting a few minutes Lindy, 'the nurse' entered. She was wearing a pale blue latex nurse's dress, short at the sleeves hem and very tight on her curvaceous body, and evidently little or nothing underneath. She did, however, go to a closet and took out a small white cotton apron which she tied round her waist to put on, and then pulled on a pair of white latex surgical gloves which she secured at the wrists with a resounding 'snap'. She addressed Denise with the same friendly manner as before, but her words were more formal, as if rehearsed.

"Hello Denise, I'm nurse Lindy, or just nurse now. The doctor has asked me to assist with your treatment, for bowel disorder it seems. So let us start by taking your height, weight, and vital signs."

For a moment Denise' mind underwent a double take. The roles were totally changed, but she felt an excitement, even a slight frisson of fear at the prospect of being under the control of the attractive young woman and her somewhat dominant mom. Nurse and doctor, it was perfect. She allowed herself to be touched and handled by the 'nurse', and in her totally naked state feeling quite at her mercy. She was aroused by the nurse's proximity, to the point of contact with her latex-clad body on her bare skin, and even more so as the hands roamed freely over her, including touching lightly on her lower belly.

The preliminary matters were dealt with excitingly, but efficiently by nurse Lindy, and almost immediately doctor Penny entered. She also had changed, wearing now an outfit similar to Lindy's though with longer sleeves and the skirt down well below her knees.

"Good evening Denise. I'm doctor Penny, just doctor to you. I understand that you are severely blocked in the intestines and that unblocking is a matter of priority. So I'll first be performing a routine exam of your abdomen and rear passageways to determine the precise problem, and will carry out the most appropriate treatment for your present state. You have to understand that you are strictly under my authority during the entire process, and of the nurse as well. You will do exactly as we instruct."

"Certainly doctor."

"You should realise that unblocking, flushing and cleaning a badly blocked and overfull bowel is necessarily a very messy business. For that reason we are wearing suitably protective uniforms. But before we begin there is one more item to deal with. For the same reason as we are wearing clothing such as these, you must wear a protective device to prevent any ingress of waste into you. Nurse, fetch the vaginal guard."

Lindy was staring at Denise' luxuriant bush covering extensive and thick, and said unsurely, "Denise is very hirsute, won't there be a difficulty with secure fitting?"

"No, not with the model D. Women often say it is uncomfortable but it provides a secure barrier even if her pudendum is a veritable jungle of hair... and Denise has the hairiest one I've ever seen. But you'll have to take a bit of time to fit the device properly."

Then to Denise, "It will be a problem if you have to urinate, have you completely emptied your bladder?... Yes, good. Now come alongside the table."

Denise stood next to an elaborately designed treatment table, obviously meant for this sole purpose of facilitating the procedure she was about to endure. It comprised several plastic covered and well-padded panels sections connected in a way that could be easily adjusted. The main section, obviously intended to support her torso, neck and had, was slanted very slightly forward. There was side branched at adjustable angles for her arms and legs, so that with her legs apart her crotch would be overhanging a plastic lined recess in the floor.

Lindy opened a drawer of another closet and took out a sealed polythene bag containing a strangely shaped white plastic device and showed it to Denise. It comprised a thick phallus-shaped object which was flared at the tip and tapered out at the base where it merged to a more or less triangular sheet of latex from which was attached elasticated straps. Denise had never seen such a thing before but she soon realised what it was as the doctor ordered her to stand with her legs apart.

"I hope this will not be too uncomfortable for you. When I fit the guard I will have to embed the shaft deep inside you to keep it secure. Then as you can see the flat part will completely cover the area around and prevent any fecal waste from entering and possibly causing an infection of your vagina."

This was turning out better than Denise could have imagined. These two, mom and daughter were going to perform some highly intrusive, erotic, and humiliating treatment on her, and all she had to do was relax and enjoy. No doubt Lindy had assisted her mom on many such occasions. She made an effort to appear suitably anxious.

Doctor Penny now even tried to reassure her now "Denise, I know it must be awkward for you to be naked like this and being subjected to all this intimate treatment. The nurse is going to fix the guard over your vulva, and to make it secure the end piece will have to be right inside. It might be a bit uncomfortable, or you might feel ashamed if you find it arousing. None of that matters, we understand perfectly. In fact some ladies become quite turned on, and that's fine. So you must not feel embarrassed about anything. It's all to get you nicely cleaned out and feeling better. We are experienced in such treatments and are not in the slightest offended at anything that happens the course of it, however humiliating or degrading it might seem to some people."

Then to Lindy, "Don't be half-hearted with the fitting, it has to go right in to be effective so don't be afraid to give it a good shove, if you pump it in and out of her it will go nicely."

With Denise's legs apart, the nurse worked the flared end into her cunt, easing it gently at first and then with more force. In fact Denise was by now wet with excitement and the device slipped in very easily. Even so she spent some time working in deep, adjusting and twisting it until the tip was almost at her cervix.

"Does that feel OK, Denise? Is it pressing awkwardly anywhere?"

In fact Denise wanted it pushed in even more, and wanted it pressing harder against her clit and would try to get nurse Lindy to work it around inside her.

"Oh I'm sorry nurse. But it's rather uncomfortable, just at the under part its pressing a bit painful, perhaps if you jiggle it round and work it in a bit more it will come to a better fit... No still not right... Ouch! Maybe pulled it out a bit an push in again... No... again perhaps, a bit more to the top... Oh now it's good, yes, it's fitted in much smoother now."

The shafted was now forced in as deep as it would go, the flared end mercilessly stretching the sensitive membranes of her inner labia so that her vaginal cavity was completely filled. But Denise was loving the intrusion, her juices were flowing so much now she was sure the girl must have sensed her arousal.

Satisfied with the fit, she instructed Denise to turn round and secure the device in place by the straps. First she fastened the thin waistband at the back, then took the two bands hanging by the apex of the shield, right on Denise's perineum and pulled them tight back, cutting into the flesh of her inner thighs and attached them each at them using the "eyes" at either side of the waistband.

The arrangement meant that the triangular shield was pressure tight onto the whole pubic area, and Denise's vaginal opening was completely sealed. It might be uncomfortable, but it imparted the most delicious sexy feeling of being filled. Every movement was like being fucked.

The doctor gave it a close inspection, pushing, pulling and twisting until she too was satisfied.

"Nice job nurse. She'll be feeling that thing for some days after this! Now Denise. I want you up on the treatment table on your back and with your legs apart, following the side sections where they make a V, and the same with your arms along the side branches. Good, now to make you sure are securely in place, we don't want you falling off."

Quickly, the doctor attached the velcroed straps around her ankles and just above the knees, and over her mid section and each wrist. She was not bound tightly, but she was absolutely immobile. Denise looked down at her belly, and was amazed her swollen it looked - she felt bloated but to see it like this was a surprise. For a few moments she felt a pang of anxiety. She was normally the person in control of her situations, and other people's situations. Unusually now, she has ceded that control and the doctor and nurse had emphasised that by ordering to present herself completely nude, and then immobilising her completely. If she had been at all fearful, this was fairly quickly replaced by a feeling of excited expectancy. Being bound and naked, so vulnerable generated a delicious frisson, She was ready for anything they might do, the nastier and more disgusting the better. In fact, her only concern now was that the treatment might be a rather sanitised affair, that the lengths they had gone to in suiting up and preparing her were just excessive precaution. But her intuition told her that these protective measure were with good reason...

The doctor pushed a button and held it, triggering a motor which widened the angle between the leg panels until Denise was spread by well over ninety degrees.

"I just want to check again that nurse has securely attached your vaginal shield. Sometime it works loose after a change in position."

With that the doctor pressed it hard, right in the centre so it pressed right onto her cervix, then just a bit higher so it pressed hard onto her clitoris and made little rotary movements which brought Denise to the brink of orgasm. She twisted it in various direction, pulled and pushed again.

"Good. I'm going to start the preliminary examination, and I want you to be as relaxed as possible. So don't worry about anything, anything at all, however dirty or embarrassing you might suppose."

The nurse went to a drawer and took out two pair of long latex stockings which she and the doctor put on, and a pair of elbow length latex gloves for the doctor as well. Now apparently properly dressed Penny gently touched and probed Denise's distended belly with her fingertips.

"Hmm, by the response I'd say you are retaining a lot of gas, and that will hamper the treatment. We must get you to expel as much of that as possible."

Denise realised this must be. On and off during the afternoon she'd farted, sometimes noisily, sometimes wetly. Most of the mess she made earlier was just mucous and slurry forced out at the time. But now the fecal mass inside her bowels was more compact and was blocking the passing of gas.

The doctor moved closer and pressed more firmly on her lower abdomen.

"I know it is not very ladylike, but I want you to relax and try to let out some gas, that is deliberately fart."

The doctor pushed forward some more and until her latex nursing dress was in contact with Denise's inner thighs and almost touching her crotch, then pressed on Denise lower abdomen. Denise knew that if she let out a good wet fart, like earlier, it would make quite a big brown patch on Doctor's uniform. But all she could manage was a couple of minimal, dry ones.

"This is no good Denise. We cannot have all that gas inside you. I'm going to try one more thing. Nurse come and continue pressing and kneading slowly like I'm doing now while I try the digito-recto method."

Doctor Penny half squatted as if to take a close look at the Denise's anus and then prised her buttocks apart and inserted two fingers into her rectum, while Nurse Lindy worked on her bowel from the outside. For a moment a surge of gas erupted loudly from inside her, forcing a large chunk of shit into the doctor's latex gloves and a few little fragments splatted against her pale blue uniform, right beneath the neckline. The stink of built-up trapped gas was appalling and the blast more or less caught her in the face. Denise was caught by surprise at the involuntary burst and was even apologetic at the offense it might have caused but if the doctor was taken put out she gave no sign."That's OK, Denise, all part of the job. But as I suspected, you're too tightly packed to get rid of any more. Nurse."

As if on cue, Lindy gathered her apron and held it for the doctor, who used it to thoroughly wipe all the filth from her latex gloves, as though it was a hand towel. Doctor took pains to ensure all traces of the sticky excrement were removed from her gloves, seeming to deliberately maximise the soiling of nurse's apron as she worked the greasy fecal paste into the cotton fabric. As a result that the previously pristine white cotton was now extensively besmirched and smeared with the fruit of the mini-expulsion, a sight that Denise looked at with excitement and fascination. She thought Penny was going to use the apron it to wipe clean her uniform dress but she seemed concerned only about her gloves.

"Thank you nurse, you'd better keep your apron on in case I need to wipe again. Now I'm going to administer a small pre-enema, just to loosen and lubricate you in there, and make it easier for you to expel all that nasty gas. Nurse fill the half pint syringe with oil and bring it to me... no before you do stick your fingers inside her ass for a moment. She's absolutely full of packed shit, more than I've ever known before, and I'd like you to feel what sort of filth a very badly overfilled bowel has inside. Don't be shy push your fingers right in deep and wiggle them around, get a good feel of all that packed shit she's got there... yes, like that, you can feel how densely packed it is. There's bound to be a lot compressed and impacted onto the rectal wall, so we have quite a messy task ahead of us... OK, better wipe your hands on your apron when you're done."

Denise enjoyed the attention of both set of fingers insider her: Penny's strong capable and knowing, while Lindy's were tentative and clumsy though no less pleasurable as she fumbled among the accumulated solid waste inside her rectum. By the time she had wiped her hands the apron was more brown that white and didn't look as if it would serve again to wipe anything clean.

"Wow. I see was you mean. It's like when I used to play with my plasticene on a rainy day. Oh dear my apron is completely soiled now, I think it will never get clean. Shall I take it off?"

"No, certainly not! Surely you're not like some prissy girls who cannot bear to have a bit of shit on their clothes. But we don't want anything nasty getting inside you. Are you wearing any protection down there?"

"No doctor, you always say 'nothing underneath'."

"That's right. But our patient is particularly blocked and for this treatment there is bound to be a lot of waste with virulent bacteria. I'm fine with my long skirt but as you have on just the short dress you need to wear your rubber panties. And you'd better relieve yourself before you put them on."

The nurse was gone for some time and while she was away the doctor asked, "I hope you don't mind to see the mess on nurse's apron, but will it bother you if you get messed as well, After all, you're wearing protection for your cunt."

"About the nurse's apron, as long as she doesn't mind. I realise this is a messy treatment and you can't avoid gritting your uniforms dirty. I suppose I'll get messy as well. Really doctor, I don't mind at all. I might as well get just as dirty as you and nurse."

Penny put a hand on Denise's boobs and caressed her nipples, bringing them hard and erect, then traced a finger down to her navel, causing more arousal inside her patient. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other. You realise your inside are terribly stuffed up with probably several days digestive waste, all putrefying and fouling up your system. This is going to be a very messy business. As long as you understand that I'm sure we are going to get on fine."

As Penny was talking she manipulated the device buried in Denise's cunt. "I could see you looking at the nurse's soiled apron, I'm sure you like what you saw, right? Good, I thought so. And I think we can promise plenty of mess, you do like to get messy, yes? Good. I'm glad we had this time on our own to get things... shall we say, quite clear between us. Yes, Denise, I know that we are going to get on perfectly." With those last word Denise came to a massive orgasm which she was unable to hide...

After several minutes Lindy returned with the plastic syringe, filled with what looked like olive oil. There was a small bulbous piece several inches from the end of the nozzle and a tube with a larger bulb at the end. The doctor order Denise to relax but not bear down as she carefully inserted it so that the bulb passed through her sphincter. Once it was in place the doctor pumped the larger bulb to inflate the one just inside Denise's rectum. It was obviously intended to prevent any leaking out. She turned a switch to open the way for the flow and then slowly pushed the plunger. Forcing the oil into Denise's rectum, while nurse continued massaging kneading her belly. She hardly felt the flow at first, the oil had obviously been warmed to body temperature, but soon she felt the mass inside her was beginning to move around.

"That was just a little loosener, I'm sure you don't mind, the device will have to stay in your ass for another ten minutes while nurse works it into all parts of your rectum."

Denise did not mind at all. The feeling of Lindy's fingers was extremely pleasurable, as she stroked from the top of the bowel right down to Denise's hirsute mound. Almost too soon, the doctor deflated the bulb and was about to remove the nozzle.

"I'm going to take the syringe out now, and I want you to naturally let out anything that wants to escape. Don't worry about the smell or the mess. We're well used to that, aren't we nurse."

Lindy gave an embarrassed laugh and went red in the face, perhaps she'd had the same experience. In fact Denise couldn't have held back if she tried. As soon as the nozzle was withdrawn a veritable fountain of foul brown slurry erupted from her anus, driven by the released gas. It splattered hard against the front of doctor's dress at about waist high, and spread out covering most of the lower part, and ran like a mud-brown river down her skirt and into the recess in which she was standing. Penny acted as though this was the completely routine, despite now dressed in a considerably soiled uniform and standing in a pool of brown slurry - a mix of oil, mucous, liquid crap, and chunks of different sizes. Now it was clear why she and nurse had on the long latex stockings. Most of the liquid had drained off her uniform leaving a thin brown film, and here and there little chunks and nuggets remained. Doctor Penny casually wiped with her glove them as if to remove them but in fact it just turned them into larger smears which stuck. Again nurse held her apron out for the doctor to wipe her latex-clad hands on. By now it completely soiled on both sides and would no longer be any use for such a purpose. Even so she insisted the nurse continue to wear it.

As Denise recovered from the waves that shot through her lower abdomen during that first expulsion, she realised just how much waste was inside her intestines and rectum, horridly putrefying and decomposing. It was still oozing out, like the lower reaches of a very muddy river creeps ever so slowly towards the ocean, and Denise delighted in the feeling of this slow extrusion, and the spectacle she knew she was presenting. Every now and again a small piece escaped and plopped into the liquid mess already underneath her. The stench was, for a while, terrible and Lindy was clearly making an effort to control her expression, even though she seemed otherwise at home in the situation. But to Denise and apparently doctor Penny it was the sweetest aroma. Denise was excited and yearning for more such treatment, the nastier, messier and more invasive the better.

"You OK, Denise?"

"Yes doctor. I'm fine with this. Don't worry about what treatment you might have to do. Whatever goes down."

"Good, I know it's terribly uncomfortable and humiliating for you to let yourself be seen like this, but it has to be done. You'll find it much less unpleasant with this attitude. There will be seepage from your anus continuing for a while, but don't try to hold it in. In fact I'm going to work on your bowels by massaging downwards from the outside. I'd like to examine your stool so rather than let it drop down underneath nurse is going to catch it in her apron. Yes, I know it's already very soiled, but it's only with your own shit. You don't mind calling it shit, do you."

"No doctor, I call it shit as well, and I know my bowels are full of it, full of shit that is, that I need to shit out." Denise could not resist emphasising the word SHIT each time.

"OK, I'm going to help you get rid of that shit, but first the gas and loose stuff that comes with it. It's going to be very messy but that's what nurse is here for, the deal with all the filthy waste, all the shit that is going to come out from your bowels, through your ass-hole. I can work better if I work it from above. I'll have to get up and straddle you so I'll be over your face. You'll be seeing me up the skirt of my uniform, is that fine with you?"

"Yes, doctor, I'm fine with that."

On doctor's instruction, nurse came forward and stood between Denise legs and arranged her apron under her, so it was tucked between her buttocks and the lower end of the table. Doctor Penny then pulled out a little kneeling stools from under the table on either side and knelt on them. In this position she was straddling so that her thighs where on either side of Denise's face. She positioned herself so that she presented a very clear view between her legs. Denise was amazed at this brazen display, the doctor was exhibiting her crotch in its naked entirety - her cleft, her anus, her shaven pudendum, her sex. She was also delighted at this unashamedly lewd exhibition. Lindy's own mother, a lady who not long ago appeared to be so proper and conventional, was exposing... no, flaunting her most private intimacies. What was even more astonishing was that her labia were obscenely puffed out and the pink valley at her entrance was glistening wet, more than just glistening it was actually dripping. Doctor Penny's vaginal secretions were flowing fast and there were little rivulets of juice between her upper thighs. She was clearly in a very excited state and was perfectly happy for Denise to see that excitement.

"Hell," though Denise, "she's even nastier than me."

Penny then knelt lower so that her sex was only a few inches away. It felt she was in a tent, a rubber tent comprising the skirt of doctor's nursing dress. It was no longer so easy to see, but the exotic aroma of doctor Penny's secretions was trapped in that intimate space wee nothing short of intoxicating. Occasionally a drop of that sweet nectar dripped onto her face. Denise was even wishing the doctor would reach an orgasm and squirt her juice all over her face, but she was sure this lady would keep herself in control, allowing only what she chose to allow. In any case Denise was in heaven.

The first massaging stroke from the doctor's hands started just at the diaphragm and pushed deep enough to apply pressure to her large intestine. Following the snaking path of that internal organ she worked down. Keeping pressure with one hand at a spot over her rectum, she repeated with the other hand, and then repeated again, alternating left and right hand. After several strokes there seemed to have been some movement, she even felt a large bolus of something detach and shift. A few seconds later Denise felt a painful stretching of her sphincter and almost immediately an expelling of soft fecal waste was driven out by the pressure of built up gas behind it. It erupted energetically and loudly, filling the room with thick, foul stench.

The nurse must have been taken unawares, the blast must have partially caught her in the face, maybe some of the shit too. Denise was looking forward to seeing the state of Lindy's uniform, and the condition of her face too.

"That was a big one, she really let something out there, didn't she nurse? I hope you've caught a good specimen."

"Er... yes, I was a bit... a bit close, I... I think I need to clean myself up."

"Oh, that can wait. But yes, you do look a sight, but never mind. You don't surely mind a little bit of shit. It's what gastro-intestinal nursing is all about. And have you managed to get a good sample? There must have been plenty there."

"Yes loads... loads of it."

"Wow, that's a nice lot, good thing you kept on your apron to hold it with."

Interestingly, the expulsion heightened the doctor's arousal even more, and for a few moments the vaginal dripping became almost a continuous stream. By the time she got up from her position, Denise's face was covered in a thin film of liquid.

To Denise, "That went very well, I think. The big problem we had to deal with first was the gas and there was so much trapped in there. I'm going to examine your stool now, then we can proceed to the next phase."

For a while Denise's view of nurse Lindy had been blocked by the skirt of doctor's uniform dress. But when she moved away Denise received, for the first time a view that both shocked and thrilled her. Until then Lindy's nurse uniform had remained remarkably unsoiled, save for the extensive brown smears and patches on her originally white cotton apron which had been used to wipe the shit off the latex gloves. Now all that had changed. Her pale blue latex nurse's dress looked like it had been used as target practice for a shit-loaded shotgun. The entire mid part was covered in glutinous, lumpy brown - a hideous mix of solid chunks of fecal waste, pale runny mucous, putrefied liquid crap, and oil. The force has cause the erupted contents of Denise's lower bowel to fan out, so that all around that vile centre there were splotches, splats and spots that were anything from a quarter of an inch to two inches. Her arms and legs weren't spared either, although her latex thigh-length stockings and elbow gloves kept most of it from direct contact. But her neck, upper arms, chin and even a little a bit her face bore some marks, as though from a distance her skin had erupted an unsightly population of moles. And yet it was her apron that took the real brunt. She was holding it out now, and the middle sagged as one would if she'd used it to gather some fruit picked. But this was not natural fruit growing on the bushes, but the fruit of Denise's overloaded digestive system, a semi-liquid sludge of decomposing waste - wobbling, suppurating, oozing and dripping foully through the cotton material into terrible pool of filth in which she was standing. It looked almost alive, as though some horror-film monster was trying to emerge.

"Please doctor," she implored, "I really must clean myself up now."

"Don't be ridiculous nurse, surely a bit of ordinary shit doesn't bother you. Really, you must learn to get used to it. But anyway you can give all that to me, what you've collected in your apron."

To Denise, "I know this is rather unpleasant but it will help me inspect your faeces if I can do it on a more or less horizontal surface. The best is if I use your nice flat midriff as an ersatz table. Would you allow that?"

On the contrary, Denise was delighted to have a good part of her released bowel movement daubed on her belly and examined.

"Well, I guess it IS a nasty, messy, smelly business, doctor. But I don't mind if you need to use my body as an examination table. And don't worry about getting me dirty, it's really quite OK." Denise emphasised those last words in attempt to make sure there could be no doubt she meant what she said.

"Good, you will realise by now that I don't hold much with prissy young ladies whom are frightened of a bit of dirt."

Doctor Penny undid the ties and took Lindy's sagging apron, then unceremoniously dumped the whole lot on Denise's front. She was a slim woman with small breasts and flat belly, and her lack of girth meant that the mass of brown covered her completely from breast to pubis. Some of the runnier slurry slipped off and into the pool below leaving the mostly solid lumps, a couple of logs, little nuggets, marbles and other dendritic shapes.

Doctor picked up one of the bigger turds, a log-shaped chunk, felt it gently as though testing consistency, then and squashed it against her latex dress, leaving a broad, dark brown band across her breasts. Then with another piece, though this time she simply squeezed it in her hand to reduce it to a thick gruel which she allow to drip onto Denise's breasts. Some other pieces she squished onto Denise's body, the shallow valley between her breasts, or worked it deep into her belly-button.

Far from being revolted, Denise was revelling in this incredibly filthy treatment, the messing of her own naked body but this enthusiastic, zealous practitioner. She found it hard not to betray her pleasure, though she was starting to wonder if that was what the doctor already suspected, and had been hoping for.

"Well young lady, I'm glad to see you are not squeamish - of course no reason to be. A bit of your own stool won't do you any harm, maybe even some good. There are a lot of nutrient and friendly bacteria that are a pity to throw away. And I'm pleased to say that the texture and consistency of your stool are perfectly healthy, surprisingly so for something that was so long overdue for excreting. But we have only dealt with the looser more recent matter, what remains inside you will have been there longer, and it is clearly much more densely packed. I'm sure some of it has impacted onto the inner walls of your rectum where it will do a lot of harm if it's not removed. I have to warn you it means a manual extraction, something much more intrusive than what you just had."

"Oh! You mean you're going to put your hand in through my anus... I mean through my SHITHOLE, and right up my SHIT BOX Well, I must admit I've rather enjoyed the treatment so far, even the dirtying. It will be quite an experience to have the... what did you say, manual extraction?"

"Even better that you experience some enjoyment from the treatment. In fact there's a natural enjoyment that we all feel, even if we don't like to admit it. First let me have another feel inside. Nurse, I'd be grateful if you hold her buttocks apart as far as possible."

Nurse Lindy stood at the side and directed a fine water spray to clean Denise's buttock and the rather soiled cleft, than used a soft towel to dry the area completely. She changed her gloves for a fresh pair and leant over so she could take a firm grasp on the inner sides of Denise buttock cleft. Gently she prised the cheeks apart to reveal Denise's slightly gaping anus. It was more reddened around the rim than it would be usually, and Lindy commented on this.

"It's only because there is a lot of blood flow to the area just now, after the attention it had. Nothing to worry about."

The doctor slowly inserted her middle finger into the sphincter and was pleased to note the strong muscle tone. In fact it was always a pleasure to feel a new anal ring grip her digit and she spent some time twisting and probing before penetrating her knuckle right through. Satisfied she worked a second, then a third finger in though Denise's rear hole and carefully felt around.

"As it suspected, a lot of old waste in there, will never come out on its own. Yes, you need the whole hand inside your rectum to get rid of that.

Doctor Penny explained to her nurse that Denise's fecal waste was so compressed and impacted that it would need to be removed by full manual penetration. "My hand is rather large for that, I'm sure it will be more comfortable for her if you do it. Your hand is smaller and softer, more flexible too, not so bony as mine." Doctor went to the drawer and took out and unfolded a long white cotton bib apron and put it on. It came down to almost the hem of her latex tunic. Denise wondered why, at this stage she should decide to wear an apron, Not to keep her dress clean, that was well smeared with smashed chunks of Denise's stool, runny crap, and a brown slurry comprising an appalling mixture of oil, mucous and putrefying waste. Anyway, why would such a garment need to be kept clean?

So now the roles of doctor and nurse were reversed for this intimate phase of the treatment. Penny held Denise's split while Lindy worked her hand inside. Denise was again becoming aroused, partly because of the specially erotic feeling of a young, soft female hand and partly because Lindy was so lovely and shy, as well as being such a hot little innocent. Her hand was obviously inexperienced, but the slightly clumsy and uncertain way she probed made the experience even more exciting. She wanted to masturbate but her hands were restrained, but in the guise of it appearing to be an automatic reaction to the intrusion, she discreetly worked her vaginal muscles, squeezing hard at the phallus buried deep in her cunt, rotating, pushing, shearing... until she felt her fuck juice begin to flow again. As Lindy's fingers entered one by one, middle, index, third, fourth, thumb she gave in to stronger and stronger shudders and finally orgasmed as the thicker girth of her knuckles.

"Ah... Aahhh!... AAAGGGGHHHHH!!... Ooooohhh... Ooohh..."

"Oh Denise, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to hurt."

Denise was panting, as though in pain but actually in ecstasy. "Oh, it's not your fault... it's alright... and now... it's... yes, actually feels nice."

For a minute Lindy's hand explored the interior of Denise's lowermost cavity, gauging the dimensions, feeling the tension in her rectal wall and the consistency of her impacted waste.

"She's still got quite a lot of shit inside, but it mostly stuck on the wall. Shall I try to scoop it out, Doctor?"

"Yes nurse. Take as much in your fingers as you can easily hold, don't try too much at a time. Then take your hand out, twisting and angling your wrist back and forth to work it back out... Yes that's right nurse you're coming out nicely... Now get as much off your glove as possible, you don't want to be putting it all back inside her. You can wipe it on my apron, I put it on specially for that reason. Now don't be shy, nurse, I don't mind getting messed up with a bit of shit. Use my apron and as a rag and wipe as much of her filth off your glove." With her left hand she gathered up the hem and robustly dumped most of it onto the cloth, then wiped off the remaining shit. Since Lindy had extracted a generous handful, Penny's apron was very soon liberally smeared and besmirched.

Surely she could have just dropped most of it and not dirtied the apron quite so much, thought Denise. But far from being upset, Penny looked approvingly at her ruined apron, the pattern of different shades and extent and of contrasting sizes, shapes and thicknesses of the brown daubs and splotches.

"Good, now repeat."

Several more times Lindys hand went in, each time a little more easily but no less enjoyably. After the fourth time Denise made no pretence of her sexual response. She twitched and spasmed, bucked and gyrated in her lust, uttering crude obscenities as her arousal peaked.

"Yes nurse... fuck! Fuck!! Shit! Ass!... Harder, ram it in, Fuck me hard! Fuck, fuck my shitty ass... fuck it!... FUCK IT!!... Oh..."

At first Lindy seemed a bit worried and turned to Penny.

"Don't worry about that, sexual release is quite a normal response to anal penetration, sign of a good healthy libido. She obviously has a strong leaning to anal sex."

Thus encouraged Denise made no attempt to hide her desire to be anally ravaged, brutally and nastily.

"Fuck me nurse, rape my shitty ass!... Do it hard, do it dirty, rake my bowels, hurt me... HURT ME!! Make me scream. yes... YES!!... Fuck Fuck... I'm cumming!... I'M CUMMING!! Aaarrgghhhhh!...

Denise bucked and thrashed so hard it almost seemed she might break the straps restraining her and keeping her on the treatment table. It was several minutes before her breathing had stopped rasping and she'd calmed down.

"Well young lady, you certainly enjoyed that. Now you've settled down there's just one last part of the treatment."

The final part of the treatment was a rinsing enema, well two actually. Three quarts each and the first was administered by the doctor. The enema was relaxing and soothing, the tepid water being light scented and saline to maintain isotonicity. After the discomfort of such extreme over bloated bowels, the liquid was enjoyable and she had no difficult retaining each on for the full 30 minutes. Denise asked if she needed to hold it longer but the doctor told her 30 minutes was enough

"Nurse, you'd better massage her belly while she's being filled, we don't want her getting a bad cramp with so much. You should stroke right up and down... yes, all the way down to her crotch."

The gentle stroking was in delicious contrast to the bestial invasion of before. Lindy's hands were naturally sensitive and seemed to play on Denise's sensations like a musical instrument. Several times she was sure she would orgasm again. Doctor had asked if she wanted to expel in private, in the bathroom "now there is no need to keep you held in place."

"It's OK I don't mind squirting it out like this, as long as you don't mind. But if you stand between my legs like that it will go all over you."

Lindy continued to stroke her, concentrating now entirely on her crotch, and she orgasmed again, right as the moment of release. So it was that both Penny and Lindy received drenching as Denise expelled her enema.

"I think you are probably quite cleared out now, Denise, but one more rinse will do no harm, as long as you don't mind"

"Not at all, in fact I think I should have a second one."

"Good, I always say you can never have too many enemas,"

The doctor turned to Lindy, "Since Denise is such a good subject it will be a good practice for you to do this one."

In fact the water went in even more easily this time and Denise even suggested a fourth quart.

"Yes why not? Again, nurse, you'd better massage her belly while she's being filled."

Afterward they took a communal shower, each one enthusiastically helping the others to get completely clean. The aprons were dumped but both the latex outfits were kept on, until the waste from Denise's bowels was rinsed off.

Before Denise departed that evening, some five hours after she'd arrived, one of Lindy's friends called round. A rather shy young man, Todd, asked Lindy if she'd like to see a movie. She was clearly keen to go but looked at her Mom to check if it was OK.

"Certainly dear, Todd's a nice boy and I'm very happy he's taking you out. You've helped a lot and earned it. Go and have a nice evening, no need to hurry back after the film. Doesn't matter if your panties get dirty, I know how it is when you're with a boy and I want you to both enjoy yourselves? But better take a spare pair just in case."

It gave Penny and Denise the opportunity to discuss Lindy's tuition, both academic and personal. It would involve her being brought round a couple of evenings a week, and would be more practical if she stayed overnight.

"You don't mind putting Lindy up then?"

"I'd be delighted, such a charming young lady, wonderful company."

"Good, that's settled. I'll just say that you will be completely in charge of her while she is with you. Is that OK with you?"

"Oh yes, I'll make sure she is a good girl."