The Front Porch Swing

Thanks for reading my story. As with all my stories this one contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas. If this offends you might want to pass this one by.

CHAPTER 1

Clarice stepped out onto her front porch. The night was going to be another muggy one and she wished the air conditioner did a better job of cooling her small house down. At 43 she was glad she had learned to manage her money well at an early age. Her body was still nice and tight even though her tits were starting to sag just a bit. She liked to keep in shape even though she no longer danced. She had found this old farmhouse when she had decided she needed a new start where no one knew her.

She had worked as a dancer in Las Vegas at one of the exotic bars where she danced nude. When she wasn't scheduled to dance, she worked as a prostitute at one of the adult ranches Nevada was famous for. She had saved her money and when she felt she had enough she started investing it quietly after she found out how to do it. She had watched it grow and added to it constantly when she could.

She had had a couple of boyfriends and was almost a mother once. But those things didn't work out for her. Someone always recognized her and when the men found out she was a prostitute they had both ended the relationship rather quickly. So, she stopped dating and concentrated on the time when she could leave all that behind. She had left Nevada four days before her 40th birthday and started east. She now had a sizeable sum of money, and she knew if she was smart, she would never have to work again unless she wanted to.

She found her perfect little hideaway after several weeks of searching real estate websites from all over the country. The little house and two sheds were perfect, and she fell in love with it after reading the description and seeing the rooms on the website. She had bought the little house sight unseen and paid cash, so she owed no one and had no mortgage to worry about. The realtor had to meet her at the end of the drive because she would have never found it otherwise.

The yard had grown up since the photos had been taken of it, but she looked past all that when she stepped out of her pickup. The only thing she hadn't taken into consideration was the humidity of the summers. It had been in March when she had bought the house. She was used to heat but not the humidness and it had taken her a couple of summers to get used to it. Now they were just another part of the day. She worked outside in the mornings before it started getting really hot and, in the evenings, when the day was cooling down.

It took her close to two weeks of hard work before she had the yard looking like she wanted it to. She had had to mow it three times lowering the deck each time she went over it, but now the once-a-week mowing seemed to work well. The two outer building were in decent shape, and she could see no need to actually worry about them as far as repairs went.

Sitting on the front porch swing she pushed herself gently with her bare feet. The evening breeze felt good blowing under her loose dress. She was a chronic masturbator and was always looking for an opportunity to rub her clit. She had resigned herself that she was going to be alone, so she felt no guilt about pleasuring herself. In fact, many times she had sat on this very swing bare ass naked and masturbated herself to an intense orgasm. But tonight, she was tired after having mowed the lawn earlier.

The cool shower felt good, and she didn't bother to put anything on after she had dried herself with a huge towel. Her nipples were always hard when she was naked, and she loved walking around her house this way. The air conditioner seemed to be keeping up with the heat tonight, so she slid under the sheets and drifted off to sleep.

The sun was just coming up when she climbed out of bed and made a pot of coffee. She made one trip into town every month and stocked up on everything she would need to keep her until her next trip. She filled her huge, insulated cup and stepped out to her garden. The cucumbers and zucchini seemed to be growing very well. She weeded for close to an hour taking care to work carefully around the plants. Standing back and looking her garden over she was satisfied with what she saw.

Walking back to the porch she placed her huge mug on the table and pulled her light summer dress over her head. Stepping back out into the middle of the yard she started doing her morning calisthenics. She loved working her muscles and this kept her body in top shape. Her favorite exercise was when she laid on her back and rested her hips on her hands using her arms as braces forcing her legs into the air.

She made sure her legs were always level when she spread them apart. Feeling the lips of her cunt open and the cheeks of her ass spread was enough to start the moisture forming inside the lips of her pussy. The soft breeze blowing across the wet flesh only added to what she was feeling. She was glad her body was so limber as she rolled her hips higher into the air. Now her cunt was directly over her face, and she waited.

With her mouth open she tried to line up with the string of clear mucus that was starting to form. She knew her cunt would go through several minutes of secreting the clear slime, and she had made a game of trying to catch the strings in her mouth when they finally got long enough to drop. She held her mouth open as two long strings broke off before she closed her mouth and tried to taste them.

CHAPTER 2

Ryan Bishop moved quietly through the heavy woods looking for any wildlife he could take a picture of. His freshman year of college had not turned out so great for him. He hadn't been driving the night of the accident, but he had been in the back seat leaning over the back of the seat between his two friends when the deer had jumped out in front of them. John had been driving way too fast and lost control of the car.

The next thing Ryan could remember was waking up in the hospital and finding out his two friends had both been killed. He himself had flown through the windshield narrowly missing the tree that had killed them. His face had been badly disfigured and scarred so he had never returned to college after that. His mother had spent everything she had on operations but when the insurance money ran out there was nothing more she could do.

Ryan had become reclusive not wanting anyone to see his face. He had felt sorry for himself for close to two years until he saw the toll it was taking on his mother. Now at 29 he was a wildlife photographer having put himself through photography school. His camera had actually cost him more than the course did, but he had learned quickly and soon he was capturing animals in their natural element.

It had taken him several months of sending his pictures in and having them rejected before he sold his first set of a mother deer giving birth to her fawn. Now he got weekly emails from different wildlife magazines asking if he had more photos to sell. He was very proud of the work he did, and he could see the relief in his mother's face. But he still remained reclusive.

He almost paid no attention to the small house in the narrow valley. It was the long blond hair that caught his attention. As he focused the lens he started smiling as the woman's image became clearer. He could see that she was beautiful right off the bat. When she stepped up onto the porch and pulled her dress over her head, he almost pissed himself.

Never in his wildest dream had he even imagined he would see a woman like this. But here she was stepping down into the middle of the yard. His photographic instincts took over and he started snapping pictures as fast as he could not wanting to miss a single thing. He got photos of her going through her exercise routine and even a couple with the quick shutter option catching her tits in mid bounce. He could feel his cock starting to get hard having a real-life woman to watch instead of on the computer.

When she laid on her back and raised her hips into the air Ryan couldn't get his pants down quick enough. Through the lens he watched her spread her legs wide open, He could see the lips of her cunt open and could see the soft wet flesh inside. The tight looking brown star between her ass cheeks kept his attention for several minutes and he could see it tighten and loosen involuntarily. When he saw the clear strings of secretions drop into her open mouth, it was more than he could stand, and he felt his cock start ejaculating.

He was at a loss as to what to do now. He definitely was not going to just ignore what he had seen. He had never cum that hard in his life and he didn't want this to be the last time. He continued to take pictures glad that his camera could take several hundred before he had to even worry. Slowly he watched her lower her legs back down. She rested for a few seconds before she pushed herself to her knees and then to her feet.

He could see the wetness on the insides of her thighs as she walked back toward the porch. He was hoping she wouldn't go inside and was relieved when she turned and sat on the swing. He watched her scoot her ass to the edge of the seat and then curl her bare feet under her thighs. He could see the hard swollen clit easily as it appeared from its protective hood. Her head was laid back over the back of the seat and her eyes were closed as her fingers made fast circle on the swollen nub.

Ryan's eyes were glued to her tight rectum as he had never had a chance to explore one. He had often fantasized about what one would feel like as he pushed his cock into one. He knew he did not want to let this go and just forget about the woman down there. His mind worked quickly as he watched through the lens. He could see her hips starting to buck now as her orgasm started peaking and he wished he was close enough to hear her.

His camera caught the second when the yellow stream appeared from between her legs and arched out over the wooden floor of the porch. He could see her hips jerking harder and he caught the slight sound of her scream as her orgasm tore through her body. His cock was hard again, and he knew he would be jacking off to the pictures for a long time to come.

He captured the beautiful look on her face as she climaxed and then the minutes as she calmed down. Her cunt looked wet and swollen and the secretions that flowed down over her tight asshole held his attention once again. All his mind wanted to know was what would her cunt smelled like? What would she taste like? Would he be able to touch her rectum? Taste it? With a silent determination he started back towards home.

CHAPTER 3

Clarice saw the manila envelope for the first time when she was walking back into the house after weeding in her garden for close to an hour. It was propped up beside the step of the porch and she had not noticed it when she had walked out that morning. It seemed heavy when she picked it up and she could feel things moving around on the bottom. Opening the envelop she saw images of herself from a few mornings ago.

Tipping the envelope a set of hand cuffs and a blindfold fell out in her hand. The photos were crystal clear, and she could make out every detail of her body. She could see the pink flesh between the lips of her twat, and she could almost count the hairs around her anus. Her hands started shaking when she opened the folded letter. The letter was computer written and only took up about half the page.

"I'm sorry that I watched you that day but not really. I have never cum so hard in my life. I thought about blackmailing you but then decided against it. So, I decided to be straight forward and honest and ask if you would like to be my entertainment when I get really horny. I do have a small mean streak, and you would probably be dealing with that at times. There is a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in the envelope. If this sounds like something you would want, put the blindfold on and cuff your hands to the chain on the swing and let the key drop to the floor by 6:00 this evening,"

That was all the letter had said. There was no signature or any other way to identify who had sent it. Clarice was trying to decide what to do and stood for several minutes looking up on the hillside hoping to get a glimpse of movement or something. But she could see nothing. The thought of someone spying on her made her a bit uneasy especially being alone out here. But she had lived out her for over two years now. The worst part was she was starting to get wet between her legs.

She had been a nude dancer and a prostitute in Las Vegas, but she had never really been someone's entertainment for more than the allotted amount of time their money bought. The thought of being helpless and unable to stop what was going to happen to her gave her a quick flush of excitement. The thought of not being able to see anything heightened everything even more. It was only 9:00 now and she knew it was going to be a long day.

Ryan watched from the side of the hill where he had first seen her as she read the letter and looked at the pictures. He could see her looking up towards his hiding spot, but he knew she could see nothing. He had jacked off three times that night when he got back home and spent a sleepless night trying to figure out how to get what he was wanting. It came to him just as the sun was coming up.

The handcuffs he had bought years ago when he was going through his "Metal" phase. It was pretty cool to walk around high school with a pair of real cuffs hanging from one of your belt loops. And he knew his mom had several blindfolds to help her sleep. Picking the best most explicit pictures he put his little package together and had delivered it last night. If she didn't do what his letter said and remained inside, then he knew he would pursue it no farther. He already felt a bit guilty for crashing her privacy and taking that away from her.

He had found a mother squirrel trying to coax her babies out of the nest for the first time. He snapped several close pictures of the mother's face as she talked to her young. It brought a smile to his face as he watched the first one venture out. He caught the whole thing in pictures and was pretty sure he would be able to sell the series. It was almost 5:00 when he sat back down to watch the house down in the valley.

At 5:50 Ryan watched the beautiful blonde walk out on the porch. She was wearing a robe, and he watched as she sat down and locked one of the cuffs around her wrist. She then pulled the mask down over her eyes. She was a bit awkward cuffing her hands over her head and around the chain that held the swing. He could see her hesitate before she let the key drop from her fingers.

Quietly Ryan made his way down to the yard. He moved softly across the grass coming up behind the woman cuffed to the swing. He watched for a couple of minutes making sure the mask was completely down over her eyes. She was a little older than he had first thought but there was no doubt she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he could see she needed very little makeup.

He had no idea where to start as he stood looking at her, but the ball was now in his court. He had a woman to use and enjoy if he didn't fuck it up. Stepping up softly on the porch he made some noise with his shoes so she would know he was there. Reaching down he picked the key up and slipped it into his pocket. He could see she was nervous and possibly even scared but there was no backing out now. He needed to take command and control of this situation. His mind told him she had given herself to him and now he had to earn what she was giving him.

"Don't be scared," Ryan said in a soft voice. "Ever since I saw you that day, I can't stop thinking about you," he added softly moving his hands down the front of her robe. He could feel her soft tits through the fabric, and he softly squeezed them before moving his hands down farther. Other than the soft moan from her when he squeezed her tits, she was silent. He could feel his courage rising inside himself as he pushed forward.

Slowly he untied the robe and pushed it open. He could feel her starting to shake but he didn't know if it was from excitement or from fear. He ran his hands down over her tits stopping to take each of her nipples between his fingers before he gave them a sharp pinch. She let out a short squeal, but he was hoping to convey her situation to her. Reaching down farther he pushed his hands between her thighs and firmly pushed them open.

He now knew what course of action he was going to take. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out several feet of light rope that he always carried. He had learned long ago the having it and not needing it was a lot better than needing it and not having it. Kneeling down he quickly tied one end around Clare's ankle and gently but firmly pulled it back over her head. Now the patch of soft blonde hair around her wet cunt was easy to get at.

Ryan could smell her arousal now and kneeled down in front of the swing so he could lower his nose closer. He had never really had the chance to experience any women before the accident. The smell that caught his nose was strong and musky. It almost made him want to pull his nose back but for some reason he couldn't. In the position she was in her rectum was there too. Dropping his nose down lower he breathed in deeply.

Clare sat silently while he opened her robe. Her nipples were hard, and his hands seemed to be on the rough side. She could feel the strength in them as they had moved down over her bare tits. The sudden pain from her nipples being pinched caught her by surprise and she has squealed. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour when he pulled her foot back toward her head forcing her legs apart. She had no control over her weeping cunt now and when she felt him smelling her down there, she was more humiliated that she didn't.

Ryan didn't know when his cock had gotten hard but as he walked into the house, he seemed to be fighting with it. He found a large pot and a pair of scissors that would work just fine and a can of shaving cream and a small jar of Vaseline. The razor he found in the shower, and he hoped the blade was sharp. Filling the pot with warm water he went back outside and knelt down once again in front of the swing. He found his nose seeking the musky smell again.

Clare felt her pubic hair being pulled up and did her best to stay still as she heard the scissors close over and over again. She had stopped shaving when she had stopped dancing, and her soft bush never seemed to get any bigger than what it was now. She knew most men like a clean-shaven cunt, so she didn't object as he worked. She felt the warm water a few minutes later and then the cold gel of the shaving cream.

Ryan made sure he lathered the shaving cream up briskly and when his fingers moved sown along her pussy lips he could hear a soft moan. He gave her clit a few soft rubs and liked the way it was instantly hard. Slowly and taking his time her shaved her pubic hair off. He pulled each of her lips inward so he could gently shave along the outside of them. He took his time shaving around her anus and was amazed at how much she was secreting from her cunt.

Ryan walked to the side of the house and found the garden hose he had seen before. Turning the water on he let the air burp out and then turned it down to a very slow trickle once he had a solid stream coming from the brass end. Pulling the hose with him he made his way back to the porch. He started with her leg so the water wouldn't be a shock to her. Slowly he washed his way up until he was at her cunt. He did the same with the other leg until all the shaving cream was gone from around her cunt. With a smile on his face, he spread Vaseline over the brass head and knelt down so he could see good.

Clare felt the cold brass end seconds before she realized that he was pushing it into her ass. She tried to clamp down harder with her sphincter, but it was no use. She felt the cold water start into her before her rectum closed tightly around the brass end. She hadn't had an enema since she worked at the ranch and those were just small fleet enemas in case someone wanted to pay extra to use her ass.

This enema was going to be a lot different than the ones she had taken before. She liked the way he hadn't asked her if she wanted one or not. He had just decided she was going to get one. And to make it even more humiliating her cunt was weeping heavier than before. She was helpless to stop anything, and she remembered the letter. His entertainment it had said. The cold water actually felt good inside her as the evening was another humid one.

The feel of his tongue on her hard swollen clit was a sweet surprise and she felt her hips rise to meet the sudden pleasure. A soft "Oh God" escaped her lips and her breaths started coming from deep in her lungs. She could feel her orgasm starting to build deep in her body and her rectum closed even tighter around the hose. She could feel the cold water being forced deeper into her bowels and she could feel her stomach starting to swell. She was starting to feel uncomfortable now, but she didn't want any of it to stop.

CHAPTER 4

Ryan had only read about this online. He had never dreamed he would be making a woman's belly swell with a water hose in her ass. It said that as long as the woman was on the verge of orgasm she would beg for more until she was in agony. He hadn't made up his mind if he wanted to push it that far being the first time. But she was helpless, and she seemed to be going along with everything. She hadn't put up any sort of a resistance at all.

Ryan licked softly letting his tongue move along the swollen lips of her cunt. They felt full and rather firm now. Not like the thin flat pieces of meat from when he started. Her cunt wept continuously, and he found himself reaching down lower with his tongue. She seemed to try and spread herself even wider as he moved his tongue around the hose her rectum was squeezing so tightly. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, but he concentrated on her pleasure for now. He had never had the chance to be the reason for a woman's orgasm but now he wanted to make sure it would be one of the best she had ever had.

Ryan's eyes watched her flat stomach starting to bulge slightly. It was small at first but as his tongue moved over her swollen clit, he could see it slowly growing. She was moaning now as her discomfort grew but still, she didn't seem to want it to stop. He pushed harder with his tongue bringing her right to the edge just like he had read. And she was responding like it had said she would. The tears running down her cheeks told him she had about reached her limit.

He could hear her voice soft and confused. "Please. Oh God... Oh God, please," she was begging him. Pushing firmly with his tongue he took her orgasm over the edge. Her body went hard for several seconds before her hips started jerking. She was screaming loudly now as her body orgasmed. The hard stream of yellow piss took him by surprise, but he never took his tongue off her clit. The bitter taste and smell of her urine drove his mind into a dark place.

Clare could feel the cold being driven deeper into her colon. He kept her right one the edge not letting her over but constantly making her orgasm build. It was painful now but still she didn't want it to stop. The feel of his tongue moving around the hose in her asshole drove her even harder. Her cunt felt swollen, and she could feel it throbbing. When the tears started, she didn't know but she could feel them tracking down her cheeks.

She knew she had lost control of her bladder, and she could feel the warm piss running down between her ass cheeks. But the tongue never left her swollen cunt, and it was driving her over the edge. She had no control over her body when it went stiff. She couldn't breathe for several seconds but then her body started shaking. Her screams were loud, and she had no control over anything. The orgasm was one like she had never had before. But now the pain in her guts was agonizing.

She felt the hose being pulled out and she clamped her anus as tight as she could trying to hold everything inside her bowels. She was waiting quietly struggling to hold everything when she felt the smooth cock head at her mouth. "Oh No, Please, I can't hold it," she said in a desperate voice. "I know," were his only words before she felt the hard cock being pushed into her mouth. This was her final humiliation as she closed her mouth around the hard shaft and relaxed her rectum.

Ryan pulled the hose from her anus and smiled when she clamped tightly with her sphincter. There was brown paste on the brass end, and he lifted it to his nose to smell. The front of his shirt was soaked with her piss, and he could smell it more distinctly now. He felt something inside him change and a slow burn started. It wasn't anger but something else. He knew the woman was several years older than him, but he still wanted to possess her. To own her.

Standing he undid his pants and pushed them down over his hips along with his underwear. His cock was so hard that it actually hurt. Hearing her pleading to him he already knew what he wanted. Her final degradation of the afternoon. He knew he owned her when she closed her mouth around his hard cock. The first small squirt of brown water was followed by several hard brown lumps and then a long brown log that slithered out before it broke apart and fell to the porch.

There was nothing Clare could do to keep the enema inside her. She sobbed softly as she moved her mouth up and down the hard cock in her mouth. The loud wet farts only added to her humiliation. The soft humid breeze brought the smell to their noses. She knew he could see her rectum and everything coming out of her being tied in the position she was in. Her mind thought back to his words again, "his entertainment". was that what she was, entertainment.

Ryan could see her rectum from where he stood. Her cunt was wet, and he could see that the discharge was now white. He could feel his climax growing closer and he did his best to hold off until another wave of shit was exiting her asshole. Her rectum quivered and opened, and a long brown stream was pushed out. He could see several small brown chunks mixed in the water. He couldn't hold back any longer and he pushed his cock farther into the warm glove of her mouth.

Clare knew what was happening when Ryan pushed his cock deep in her mouth. She had been a prostitute for several years and she remembered. The wads of semen were huge as they were pumped into her mouth. The taste and the feel of a man ejaculating in her mouth gave her another small orgasm. She could also tell that this man was not used to cumming in a woman's body by the size of the load he was delivering. Six large wads she counted and three smaller ones before she felt him relax. She gave the tip one last suck as he pulled his now softening cock from her mouth.

Her mouth was full, and she closed it making sure she didn't spill a single drop of his gift to her. Why she thought that way she was not certain, but her mind knew she wanted to be here. She rolled her tongue through the thick liquid savoring the bitter salty taste. She had never had real high esteem of herself when she had worked as a prostitute other than the idea, she had brought men pleasure when they used her.

She didn't know if he was watching her or not, but she hoped she conveyed how much she wanted his semen. Slowly she worked her mouth and throat so he could see her swallow everything. The low moan from above her told her that he had seen her pleasure in swallowing his load. Her bowels were pretty much empty now, but she could still a bit of discomfort deep inside her colon. She could feel him untying her foot and she was surprised that it wasn't even stiff.

Her bare foot come down in the middle of her shit that had collected on the floor of the porch. She brought her foot back up in surprise but then lowered it back down as an act of acceptance. "I'll be back the same time next week," the voice said to her. "If I see you here like this minus the robe, I will take it you want this as much as I do. If you're not here I will leave you alone and never contact you again," he added. She felt him push the key to the cuffs in her hand. "Don't drop it or you will be here for a long time," he said as he stepped off the porch.

CHAPTER 5

It took Clare several minutes before she got the key into one of the cuffs the right way. Pulling the mask from over her eyes she looked at her porch as soon as her eyes would focus. Her shit was spread out over the floor moved by the water that had carried it out of her bowels. She noticed the bottom of her robe was now stained brown and felt cold against the back of her bare legs. Looking around quickly she tried to spot the man that had just claimed her, but she saw nothing.

Stepping down off the porch she stripped the robe from her shoulders and threw it on the ground. Picking up the water hose she saw the slow trickle that had filled her bowels with cold water. It seemed amazing that that slow trickle of water had pushed her stomach into agony, but she could feel her clit throb again. Walking to the side of the house she turned the water on harder so she could wash the porch down.

The cramp started suddenly as she was spraying the floor of the porch down. She could feel it roll all the way down to her rectum. Stepping off the porch she bent over and pulled her ass cheeks apart. A small stream of brown water squirted from her rectum and then she felt a calm euphoric feeling come over her body. She hadn't bothered to put any clothes as she cleaned her porch, so it was no big deal to clean the back of her legs with the hose.

The bowel and the razor inside of it sat on the edge of the porch by the steps by the steps. Clare paused when she saw the small jar of Vaseline and she felt her rectum tighten. She was on her way to a warm shower and some deep thought, but now she was wondering if she might need her ass cleaned out again. Smiling she dipped her finger into the jar and reached back between her ass cheeks. Her asshole was a bit sore from the hose being pushed in and pulled out. Walking to the faucet she held the hose up and started a small trickle of water from the end,

Dropping to her hands and knees she hoped that her mystery man was still watching. Spreading her knees wide she searched for her anus with the hose. Centering the hose in her asshole she pushed firmly. She felt the cold spray on the backs of her legs first and she pushed harder. The cold water was being forced inside her ass now and she continued to push until her rectum closed around the brass end once again.

Ryan watched from the trees to make sure she freed herself. His cock was getting hard again but he felt it had been a good evening. He couldn't stop looking through the lens of his camera at the beautiful woman down there cleaning her porch. The enema had not been planned but more of an afterthought after he had shaved her cunt. Her cunt and asshole had been right there once he had tied her leg back.

He had read about them on the internet and understood what they did to a person's bowels. He had found hundreds of pics and videos of women getting and taking them. But he had never thought he would ever have a chance to make a woman take one. Let alone on as beautiful as the one that had just sucked his cock. He couldn't believe his eyes when she dropped to her hand and knees in front of the porch. He had his camera set on auto and he could hear the soft clicking every three seconds.

He dropped his pants down to his ankles and leaning against a small tree started stroking his cock as he watched. He could see the hose clearly as she pushed it into her asshole again and dropped her shoulders to the ground. He could see her fingers moving on her cunt as she masturbated. He noticed the soft circles her fingers made moving over her swollen clit. His cock throbbed in his hand as he watched.

Clare couldn't believe how badly she wanted to feel her belly painfully filled again. The water pressure was perfect as she felt the pressure slowly building inside. Her body wasn't fighting this time, and she could feel an orgasm starting to build deep inside her body. She hoped the man was watching so he would know she wanted more of what he had done to her. The feel of her bald cunt was something she had not felt since she had moved from Nevada.

She knew most men preferred a shaved vagina but since she had left that life behind, she had stopped shaving it. Now she had kept the soft blond pubic hair trimmed as there was no one until now. She felt herself wanting to please him again and remembered the huge load of semen he had pumped into her mouth. She knew from experience that men didn't ejaculate that amount if they had another outlet. So, to her way of thinking he was unattached and didn't have to hide anything.

The eye mask was something she would accept for now as she figured he had his reasons. She was sure he would let her see him in time. But for now, she could accept it. The feel of his huge cock in her mouth had brought back memories she thought she had wanted to forget. But the feel of it ejaculating in her mouth seemed to wake something inside her. Men had found pleasure with her and now she wanted this man to find his too.

The pain in her bowels had been growing steadily as the hose forced the cold water deeper into her colon. Her stomach was starting to swell again, and her orgasm was rising fast. Her fingers pressed just a bit harder on her sensitive swollen clit. She could feel her body starting to shake and her hips humped uncontrollably. Her scream came from the bottom of her lungs. "Aaaaah!!" ripped from her throat unchecked this time.

CHAPTER 6

Ryan's balls hurt and his groin ached as he made his way back home. When he had heard her scream, he started pumping huge wads of semen from the tip of his cock that seemed to fly for several feet. He didn't think his balls could pump another huge load out, but he was wrong. Now they hurt as he walked, and his prostate seemed to ache inside. He had stumbled into something that he didn't want it to stop.

But the thought of her reaction when she actually saw his face put a damper on his spirits. He silently cussed that night again but then thought about his two friends that hadn't survived. He felt the tears of sorrow and pity starting to run down his scarred face again. Did he dare to hope that maybe he had found someone that could fill the big empty hole.

Clare pulled the hose from her asshole and spent the next several minutes pushing cold water from deep in her bowels. She had a dull ache in her colon from it being stretched with the water, but the sweet euphoric feel was back. She had never thought that enemas would have the effect on her that they did. She took a nice long shower and made herself a light dinner. She still hadn't bothered to put any clothes back on and stepped back outside naked.

The breeze felt good on her bare flesh, and she sat on the porch swing again. She spread her legs apart so the breeze could blow across her cunt. She knew she would be wanting to feel another enema. She sat thinking about the evening for close to an hour before she got up and went back inside. Opening her laptop she logged on. Typing quickly, she found herself logged on to Amazon. On a whim she typed enema bags into the search, and she was surprised when a huge selection appeared on her screen.

She clicked on one of the four-quart bags and read a couple of reviews before she added it to her cart. On another whim she typed enema nozzles into the search. Once again, she was surprised at the selection. She scrolled for a couple of minutes before she found the large ones. She selected a huge bat shaped nozzle and added it to her cart. Her cunt was starting to get wet again as she did her shopping.

Her heart almost skipped a beat when she saw the inflatable nozzle. Clicking on it she started reading about how it worked. The thought of that huge balloon being inflated inside her ass made her rectum tighten. Would the mystery man use it in her? Not if it wasn't available to him to use. Clare added it to her cart and proceeded to checkout. She paid the extra for two-day delivery and closed her laptop once her order had been confirmed.

Clare spent a restless night tossing and turning. Her mind replaying the afternoon over and over in her mind. She found herself rubbing her clit several times during the night. Never bringing herself to orgasm but keeping herself in a state of want. The next couple of days seemed to drag by, but she kept herself busy working around her yard. The humidity never seemed to lessen even when the sun went down.

Ryan spent several restless nights himself. His mind was almost always on the beautiful woman he had used that afternoon. He had no idea if she would make herself available and helpless again for him, but he kept his fingers crossed. He spent the days looking for wildlife that he could photograph. He was paid well for his photos of the squirrel family.

Ryan's mother noticed the change in her son too. His depression seemed to be gone, and she hoped whatever had happened continued. The accident had left both of their lives devastated. She had given everything she had to pay for the operations, but the damage to Ryan's face had been extensive. In her mind she saw her son no matter how badly he had been scarred. She felt hopeful that her son had found something or someone that was starting to make him happy.

The packages from Amazon arrived two days later and Clare opened them with shaking fingers. The huge silicon bag was intimidating as she held it up to look at it. It held a full gallon and maybe more depending on how far into the neck it was filled. She had looked at the water hose every time she was outside. She had desperately wanted use it in her ass again, but she wanted her bowels to be full for when she was used again.

CHAPTER 7

Ryan watched as the beautiful blond woman walked out onto the porch. She was bare naked, and she sat down on the swing. He watched as she pulled the mask down over her eyes and then reached above her head and cuffed her hands around the chain. He could see the key drop from her fingers but could not hear it. His cock was already hard as a rock.

He didn't try to be as quiet as he had the first time. He wanted her to know he was there. He could sense her breathing getting deeper as her mind started working. The sight of the huge silicon bag and the funny looking nozzle hanging from the support post was a surprise, and he found himself grinning. She spread her legs when she heard him step onto the porch. Offering herself to him to use again.

Clare knew her cunt s dripping wet when she sat down on the swing. She pulled the mask down over her eyes, so she was blind once again. She was still a bit clumsy as she cuffed her hands around the chain that suspended the swing from the ceiling of the porch. She sat for a few minutes before she heard him coming. She noticed that he wasn't as quiet this time as he approached the porch.

She had decided to spread her legs as a sign of her submission to him. She could feel his presence and she found herself spreading her legs even wider. She could hear and feel him move and then his nose was down smelling her cunt. She spread her legs even wider wanting him to smell how aroused she was. The feel of his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart made her whimper. "Yes, smell my cunt and asshole," she thought to herself. The feel of his tongue moving over her swollen clit made her jump slightly.

Ryan Couldn't help himself as he caught the smell of her spread twat. He wanted to taste the glistening secretions that were oozing down over the tight pucker of her butthole and lowered his mouth. The musky taste of her sent his male instincts into overdrive. He kissed her open cunt as his tongue moved down between the spread lips and pushing inside the warm tunnel. Slowly he worked his way down over her quivering rectum.

The moan from her mouth gave him more courage and he started pushing at the tight star with the tip of his tongue. Slowly he felt the tight hole start yielding to his tongue and was able to push in deeper. He couldn't believe when his tongue slithered into the tight hole, and he could feel her pushing out trying to get even more inside. He knew the second his tongue felt the smooth round end what he was feeling. Slowly he pulled his tongue out not really knowing how to feel about what had just happened.

He wasn't angry with her, but she didn't need to know that. "Were you trying to shit in my mouth?" Ryan asked trying to put the woman on the defensive. He could feel her starting to shake thinking she had angered him.

"No Sir. I wanted to be full for you because I know how much you liked it last time. Give me an enema and I'll take the whole bag for you. Pump that nozzle up so big that I can't push it out and I'll take that whole thing for you," Clare said not believing she just had. She knew it was true and now wanted it desperately. She felt Ryan move and could hear him examining the huge bag and nozzle. The hissing sound told her that he was trying to figure out the nozzle. "Push the top of the black button to let it deflate," she told him.

Ryan followed her instructions and inflated the large balloon twice to see how large it would get. He was impressed by the size of the balloon and knew once it was in the woman's ass and inflated, she would have to hold everything inside no matter what. He wondered why this woman would give him such control over her. She was telling him something through her actions and he hoped he was man enough to not fuck it up.

Where she had hung the bag seemed to be deliberate as he noticed the new nail freshly driven into the post. The nozzle would reach the grass from where it was hanging. Ryan's mind worked as he studied the layout. He could see her cunt was weeping even more now, and he knew she was thinking about water being forced into her ass. Taking the bag down he walked inside and turned the kitchen faucet on to let the water warm.

He made sure he filled the bag clear into the neck, so it held as much as possible. Taking the bottle of dish soap, he put a small squirt into the neck before he picked the bulging bag up and carried it back outside. He draped the nozzle over the steel S hook and sat down on the step. She could hear him moving but had no idea what he was doing. It only took him a couple of minutes before he piled his clothes at the top of the steps. The soft breeze felt strange against his skin, but he immediately decided he liked it.

Picking the key up from the floor he unlocked one of her cuffs and helped her stand. He wasted no time turning her and pulling her hands behind her back. Reaching back with her hands she found his bare thigh and quickly moved her hands up. She cupped his balls, and he froze as her hands closed around the bare sack. He realized his mistake too late. But she gently squeezed them rolling them between her fingers. Never hard but firmly giving him just a taste of pain in them. Her hands moved up higher until they were wrapped around the hard shaft and she gave it several strokes as best she could.

CHAPTER 8

Ryan held still as she explored his naked body until she let her hands drop. Stepping back he laid the key on the edge of the porch. Leading her to the steps he helped her to step down each step until she felt the soft grass under her bare feet. "Drop down to your knees and stick your ass in the air," Ryan commanded her trying to put the right amount of authority in his voice. Clare dropped down to her knees while Ryan steadied her, so she didn't fall. She loved the feel of his strong hands around her arm as he helped her.

Moving her knees apart she bent at her waist presenting her helpless asshole to him. She had felt the lips of her cunt part also and hoped he was seeing the wet pink flesh inside. He couldn't help himself as he dropped to his own knees behind her. His cock had only been in one woman before the accident, and he had never dreamed he would ever feel the pleasure again.

The feel of the warm wet glove that he pushed into took his breath away. His memory of the feeling was nothing compared to feeling the real thing. The sleeve opened willing for him as he pushed into her until his balls rested against her swollen clit. He fought the natural urge to ejaculate in her with all his being hoping she would think he was just enjoying the first push in. Finally, he was in control, and he moved his hips tentatively making sure. He tried to be gentle, but it was no use. He found himself driving his cock into her brutally, his large balls slapping her swollen clit over and over.

Clare sensed That the man had dropped to his knees behind her. The feel of the smooth head parting her lips took her breath away as it had been so long since she had been bred. She could feel him struggling to control his natural urge to pump his semen into her. She was impressed when he started moving his cock in her gently but understood when his strokes became brutal. She knew she had been right when she decided this man had no other outlet.

Ryan couldn't help himself again when he lowered his nose back down to smell her freshly fucked cunt. Her smell was even stronger, and he knew he wanted back inside of her. His nose stopped at her rectum again and he breathed the musky smell in deeply. Standing back up he took down the nozzle and rolled it between her pussy lips. Her natural secretions flowed unchecked and in just a few seconds the balloon was wet, and he moved it quickly to her rectum.

Starting the nozzle into her anus Ryan pushed firmly waiting for her to relax and let it in. He smiled when he saw her rectum push out asking for the nozzle to be pushed in. Ryan pushed firmly and watched as her asshole closed around the balloon sucking it the rest of the way inside. Clare could feel the balloon between her ass cheeks starting to swell as Ryan squeezed one of the black bulbs.

"You need to pump up the one inside my ass up first Sir," Clare said quickly when she felt the balloon inside her ass being pulled back out. She heard a soft cuss word and then the balloon inside her started swelling rapidly. She felt the nozzle move as he rolled the lever of the clamp to allow the enema to flow. It took only a few seconds before she felt the need to shit. The need grew desperate quickly and she could feel herself losing the battle with the enema. With a great feeling of disappointment, she relaxed her asshole.

She felt a harsh strain on her rectum, but she found out what the nozzle was designed to do. Suddenly the pressure dropped as the enema found its path into her bowels. She could feel the enema pushing deeper into her colon and she knew her cunt was weeping even more now. It took close to a minute before she started feeling the cramps.

Ryan stood and watched as the level in the bag dropping rapidly. His cock was hard, and he stroked it slowly wanting desperately to push it back inside the helpless woman. "Help me onto my back sir," Clare said breathing deeply. Ryan quickly closed the clamp and knelt down to help her roll over on her back. His mind was dark fog now as he helped the beautiful woman keeping her feet from getting tangled in the tubing.

The bag was still over half full and he could hear the soft moans from the woman as she lay there in the grass. Ryan made sure there were no kinks in the tubing connecting her ass to the huge bag hanging from the post. He watched her stomach tighten and then with a grimace on her face she raised her bare feet into the air and spread her legs as wide as she could. Ryan watched her swollen cunt lips part with strings of secretions stretched between them.

"Please Sir," was the soft plea from her pretty mouth. Ryan couldn't believe his ears. Was she asking him to fuck her again while she was taking the enema? Her cunt looked so tight with the nozzle inflated in her anus. "Please Sir. Force your cock in and use my cunt," she begged again.

"I don't think I can get my cock in there," Ryan said with a bit disappointment.

"Push it hard Sir. I know you need back inside me, and I want you to use me for your pleasure," Clare said. She didn't know where all of this was coming from, but she knew it was true.

"What about the rest of the enema?" Ryan asked stepping over the tube so he could kneel down. Her cunt looked so tight, but he wanted to feel the warm wet glove around his cock again.

"I'll take my enema while you use my cunt Sir," Clare said tipping her cunt up with her hips. That was all that was needed. Ryan held his cock in his hand as he pushed the smooth head between the wet lips. He could feel the heat coming from the aroused cunt and it only made him want it more. Pushing with his hips he started forcing the smooth head into her.

Clare could feel the cramps inside her guts, but she now knew the nozzle in her ass would hold everything inside her. She wanted the unknown man's cock pushing deep into her cunt and she wanted the rest of her enema. The feel of his hard cock forcing her pussy to open made her draw a deep breath and hold it as he forced the huge head in. She could feel everything as his hard cock pushed deeper into her. She could feel the balloon inside her ass yield stubbornly giving room.

He moved slowly savoring the unreal tightness of her cunt as he moved in and back out of her until only the head of his cock was left inside her tight hole. Clare could feel the orgasm starting to build deep inside. "Open the clamp Sir. Make me take the rest of my enema now, please!" She begged loudly. Ryan fumbled with the tubing trying to find the lever again so he could release the enema again. Finally, he found it and rolled it open and let go of the tube.

The surge of pressure in her bowels almost made Clare beg him to close the clamp again. But she said nothing feeling the hard cock driving the enema even deeper through the thin divide between her cunt and asshole. She held her legs wide apart until the mystery man hooked her legs behind her knees and forced her feet back over her head almost doubling her body. The extra pressure on her stomach was almost too much for her but once again she said nothing.

The man was pounding hard in her helpless cunt now. The tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked, and she had to roll her face to the side as she vomited. Her orgasm ripped through her body as her stomach heaved, and she knew she was pissing. The agony in her guts and her orgasm happening as she vomited made her body convulse like she had never felt or even knew it could.

Ryan's body stiffened as he drove his huge cock in one last time and started breeding the woman under him. His hips jabbed hard as he tried to drive more of his cock into her. He could feel his balls sending their load into her and he knew her was going to have sore balls again. Slowly he came down from his climax and as his mind cleared, he could smell her vomit and hear her soft sobs. Moving quickly now he pushed himself up on her hands and let her body spit his softening cock out.

Clare almost screamed when Ryan forced her feet back over her head. The pain in her guts was almost unreal and she could feel the nauseous in her stomach. She had rolled her face to the side just as the vomit started flying out of her mouth. Her orgasm was indescribable and the feel of the man pumping his semen into her only drove it harder. The pressure from the enema increased even faster when her body spit his softening cock out. She lay there on the grass as the rest of the huge enema found room in her overfull colon.

CHAPTER 9

Ryan watched as the huge bag emptied into the woman on her back. "My name is Ryan," he said as he stood there watching. Her usually flat stomach was a rather impressive dome now and he could see his cum leaking from her cunt and he watched it roll out around the huge balloon between her ass cheeks.

"I'm Clarise but everyone used to call me Clare," Clare said. "Could you help me stand Ryan?" she asked thinking about where her vomit might be and not wanting to smell like that all evening. She could hear Ryan move and then felt his strong hand gripping her arm to help her roll onto her side and then to her knees. The enema shifting in her bowels made her stop suddenly and double over as soon as she was on her feet.

Ryan's hand was on her tit as soon as he saw the sudden unexpected movement. It had not been intentional, but her hard nipple was between his thumb and the rest of his hand. He didn't hesitate when he squeezed, liking the feel of the hard nub. Clare squealed when she felt the sharp pain and forced herself to stand straight again. The enema was working inside her bowels doing what enemas are known for.

Her rectum was tired, and the full weight of the huge enema sat on the large balloon inside her anus. She needed desperately to shit but she remembered back to the last time. The humiliation of being made to shit while he watched was still burned into her mind. "I need to let this out Ryan," she said. She could hear him as he moved toward the porch. The sound of him moving again and she felt the cuff open from around one of her wrists. She felt Ryan pull her forward and then her hands were at the base of the support post. Ryan worked quickly as he cuffed her hands around the bottom of the post.

Clare could feel Ryan's semen running down the insides of her bare thighs, reminding her that she had just been bred. She could feel the tubing connecting the nozzle in her ass to the now empty bag hanging from the nail above her. Ryan kicked her bare feet apart with his own bare foot and now her ass was pointed out toward her yard. She could feel her humiliation growing and she started to sob again. "YES!" she thought to herself.

She was his entertainment and now she wanted to be just that. Their relationship had been bizarre to say the least, but she found herself not wanting it to end. There hadn't been anyone in her life since she had left Las Vegas and now, as bizarre as it was, she had this. If he wanted to see her shit, she was going to try and give him a good show. She could feel him fumbling with the nozzle trying to figure out how to let the air out of the balloons again.

"You have to push the top of the black button," Clare said. She heard the hiss just a split second before she felt the balloon between her ass cheeks start shrinking. The tease had been unintentional, but it had worked non the less. A couple seconds later she could feel the balloon inside her anus getting smaller. She could feel the pressure of the enema inside her forcing the shrinking ballon through her rectum.

Ryan held the nozzle off to one side barely getting out of the way of the brown smelly spray the followed the nozzle out. He stood mesmerized as he watched the hard lumps mixed in the brown water fly several feet before landing in the grass. His cock was starting to get hard again but he felt no shame in his wanting to watch. He could see her rectum quivering as more of the enema pushed from inside her bowels. His hand wrapped around his hard cock, and he started stroking as he watched the show,

Clare's stomach hurt even more now as the enema inside her belly sought the lowest point of least resistance. It hung beneath her now, her stomach muscles too tired to fight the weight. The prominent bulge could be seen clearly with her in this position. For some odd reason she wanted Ryan to look at her like this. Her huge swollen belly and her bare tits hanging below her. She could feel the pressure of the enema pushing back on the huge balloon in her ass.

Clare didn't have to push at all when the balloon was forced out of her ass. She heard Ryan's sudden gasp as he pulled the nozzle away from her ass. She could feel the large hard lumps being forced through her butthole by the enema. Swaying her back she hoped she had pushed her ass even higher so Ryan could see her hole good. The sound of him jacking off was all she needed to hear. She felt no shame in wanting him to enjoy what he was watching.

She felt her rectum quivering as the pressure built inside her colon and she now cherished the cramps she felt. She could feel the long soft log as it moved through her sphincter, and she pushed hard wanting to make it fly as far as she could. The moan from Ryan was music to her ears. She let her body dictate what was needed as she had with her enema last week. The smell reached her nose, and she knew Ryan could smell it too.

Wet watery farts came from her softened asshole now that her bowels had pushed most of the enema out. The cramps were pretty much gone now, and she waited breathing steadily. She knew Ryan had not climaxed again and, in her mind, she had failed him. She had been a professional prostitute and making men cum had been her business. She heard him walk off and a couple minutes later a stream of cold water hit the back of her legs. He washed between her ass cheeks and ran his hand down over her slick cunt. The water was down low, and it actually felt good as Ryan washed her even though the water was cold.

"Shove the hose up my ass like you did last week," Clare said without even thinking. She didn't know where that had come from, but she wanted her ass filled again. "I want another one and I want to suck your cock while I take it," she added. The last thing she said seemed to come from her heart and she didn't know how to handle it in her mind. "I want it to make me cry," she had said in a soft voice of surrender.

CHAPTER 10

Ryan couldn't believe his ears. This woman actually wanted even more than he had just put her through. The water pressure was just a bit too high, and he dragged the hose back to the faucet so he could turn the flow lower. Satisfied he pulled it back and dropped it on the ground. "Where is the Vaseline?" he asked. Clare had to think a minute.

"In the bathroom in the cabinet," she replied. She heard his bare feet climb the steps and in a couple of minutes he was back. The feel of his fingers spreading the jelly over her soft rectum felt so good. She pushed out wanting to feel his fingers better, but she forced a small squirt of brown slime along with a long-wet fart out. That had been unexpected, but she didn't apologize. He pushed two of his fingers deep into her rectum in response. He felt around inside her for several seconds before he pulled them out.

Clare felt the cold trickle of water over her ass cheeks before she felt the brass end at her anus. "YES! Shove that hose up this bitch's ass!" she thought to herself. She pushed out again trying to show Ryan how bad she wanted the hose shoved in. Her back humped up involuntarily as the brass end was forced into her butthole. Within seconds she could feel the cold water and she tightened her ass around the hose.

She felt Ryans hardening cock on the side of her face and turned her head so she could take it into her mouth. She could still smell her own cunt on it and that only made her want it more. She wasn't sure what she was becoming but she knew she wanted it. She could feel the cock getting harder in her mouth and she could feel the cold water inside her bowels. For some reason she felt euphoric and happy, and she liked the feeling.

Ryan had never figured his life would have taken this turn. His pent-up anger about the accident seemed to be mellowing now that he had an outlet for his frustrations. Clare seemed to want to be that outlet, and he knew it could have turned out so much differently had she been a different kind of woman. He knew he would never judge her no matter what her story was. But right now, all he wanted was to feel her warm mouth moving up and down his hard cock.

Clare could feel the cold growing inside and moving deeper into her colon. The discomfort was rising steadily, as she moved her tongue along the bottom of Ryan's hard cock. She could feel all the large veins that fed the huge shaft and smooth head. She could tell he was getting close to cumming and she backed off a bit not wanting him to climax until her guts were so full she was crying.

The discomfort was turning into pain now as her belly hung lower with each passing minute. Ryan had taken a hold of her nipple not liking the fact that she had not let him cum when he was so close. He pinched it hard making Clare wince and whimper as the sharp pain registered in her mind. Her stomach hurt now as the cold water forced it to swell even more.

She wasn't sure when the tears started but she sucked with all her heart now. She wanted to taste Ryan's semen in her mouth again and she wanted more pain in her swollen guts. She felt the cock swell even larger and then the large wads were hitting the back of her mouth. She was surprised at the size of his load being he had just bred her not a half hour ago. She ran her tongue hard along the semen tube on the underside of his huge cock pulling every last speck of semen out of his now softening cock.

Ryan's balls hurt again as they pumped ever last bit of semen from them. He felt like a bull as his cock slipped from her lips. He could hear her sobbing now that the fog was lifting from his head. Reaching down he pulled the water hose from her ass. He could tell she was pushing hard by the distance the water was flying from her ass. Her sobs were the same as if she was releasing something pent up inside her too. Ryan pulled his clothes back on and sat on the steps putting his boots on. The woman was still shitting but he noticed the water had turned a light brown bringing down waste from deep in her colon.

Working quickly Ryan uncuffed Clare's hands and pulled them back behind her and relocked them. He left the key in her hand and said softly "I'll be back next week". She could hear him walking away and she fumbled with the key trying to fit it into the lock on one of the cuffs so she could free herself. Now that she was standing straight, she could feel more of the colder water making its way down to her rectum. She just waited and pushed when the urge hit her spraying the brown water down the back of her bare legs.

Ryan waited on the hillside, making sure she was able to unlock the cuffs. As soon as her hands were free, she pulled the mask from her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of him as he moved through the trees. She searched for several minutes spraying the brown water from her ass when she needed to. Ryan watched smiling for several more minutes before he started moving. He could see the brown water spraying from between her ass cheeks through the lens of his camera and he snapped several shots to add to his collection.

His balls hurt as they moved when he walked. There was an ache in his whole groin area too, but he felt satisfied. His mom had left his dinner in the oven, and he ate hungrily. He washed his dishes and cleaned up his mess so his mom wouldn't have to in the morning and headed for his room. A large storm rolled through that night, and he thought about Clare and her being all alone. He felt guilty for not being there to hold her even though he knew he couldn't without revealing his face.

Ryan left early the next morning after kissing his mom goodbye. She was an early riser, so it was no surprise there was a pot of coffee waiting when he walked into the kitchen. He had felt bad about what his accident had done to her life, but he knew she would never abandon him no matter what. For this he would always love her and be thankful she was his mother. She smiled warmly as he had left that morning noticing the drastic change in her son.

He sat on the hillside watching until she came outside. He could see her looking around for whatever damage the storm might have done. Other than a few branches in her yard there seemed to be no real damage. He noticed she had stopped and looked where she had been forced to shit the evening before for several minutes. He was pretty sure she was reliving the whole experience in her mind. He could feel his cock twitch as his own mind thought back.

How could this beautiful woman lose control like she had yesterday. He had never dreamed he would be in a relation with a woman like her. He knew he could sit here and watch her all day like this, but he needed to work too. The black bear had been a pleasant surprise. He had caught it feeding from a log that it had been tearing apart with his from claws. With the sharp lens on his camera, he got pictures of the grubs and other insects that were stuck to its tongue. He somehow captured the content look on the bears face of just being a bear and being free.

Clare thought she had seen movement up on the side hill and let her eyes search for several minutes. With a deep sigh she pulled the branches out of her yard and threw them into the fence line. She had stopped to look and see if she could see any of her shit laying in the grass from the day before, but the storm seemed to have claimed it all. Her butthole was still sore from the nozzle and the water hose, but she wasn't complaining.

She thought about the previous day as she mowed her yard. She had come to love getting the enemas even though she had only gotten two big ones, and she was glad he had made her shit in front of him. He didn't seem to mind her getting the huge enema bag and inflating nozzle and she hoped he would use them on her often. The week between meets was the hard part and she was hoping that they would be able to step those up.

CHAPTRT 11

Ryan watched once again as the beautiful woman pulled the mask down over her eyes and cuffed herself to the chain. He watched through his camera as she let the key drop from her fingers. His cock was already hard, and his mind was moving a hundred miles an hour. He already knew what he was going to do to her this afternoon. The small bottle of glycerin in his backpack was pretty easy to sneak out of the house with and his mom would never miss any from the gallon jug she kept in the pantry. He didn't have any Castile soap so he would instruct Clare to get both.

He was not quiet now as he moved out onto her lawn from the trees. As he approached, he could see the huge empty bag hanging from the same nail. He didn't waste any time this time and was pulling his clothes off the second he was on the porch. He could see Clare trying to follow the sounds of his movements as she turned her head to the side so she could hear better. Softly he approached her on bare feet.

Clare hadn't been ready for the kiss, and it took her lips a second to respond. It had been so long since she had been kissed like this. Whatever part of her she had been holding back she now gave freely. The kiss was gentle but firm and she opened her mouth when his tongue asked. She could feel her nipples throb as they became harder. She could smell his soft aftershave and the feeling moving through her body almost brought tears.

She slowly rolled her head back as he kissed down her neck and then her shoulders. He wasn't hurrying but taking his time enjoying her and her body. How could something like this have even blossomed into what she was feeling now. Her mind was confused but for right now she only wanted what lay in store for her. His mouth found her nipples and nursed on them for several minutes before he moved lower.

When his hand gently lifted her leg, she adjusted herself slightly so she could drape it over the back of the swing. Her cunt was wide open for him now and she felt no shame from the clear secretions flowing from it. He was still gentle but also firm demanding with his mouth and she pushed her hips a bit more forward. She could feel him cleaning the slick mucus. His hands spread her ass cheeks and when his tongue wiped over her tight anus, she almost lost control of her bladder.

Ryan had come down here with the same attitude this time as he had the other two times. She seemed to be submissive to him, and he was going to exploit that to the limit. But once he got his clothes off and he looked down at how helpless and vulnerable she had allowed herself to become, all he wanted to do was make love to her. He let nature take over when he kissed her knowing he had only kissed two other women before the accident.

When her mouth opened when he asked with his tongue, he knew he was on the right path. He found he enjoyed kissing her and he enjoyed the responses from her body as he made his way down to his ultimate goal. Her nipples felt so tender yet hard as he suckled each of them. And her belly quivered as he kissed over it. He could smell her arousal before he got down there and when he lifted her slender leg she moved slightly and draped it over the back of the swing.

Her smell was driving him crazy, but he was no stranger to the calls of nature. He had seen the huge bucks fighting for the right to breed the does when they were in season. He had seen male bears fight for the same reason. People were no different. The sound of pleasure from her when he closed his mouth over her swollen clit was music to his ears. He found himself want to give her more. He gently but firmly cleaned her and then his hands parted her ass cheeks.

The taste of her anus was mixed with the secretions that had leaked down over it. The first wipe with the flat of his tongue had caused her to tighten like she was trying to control something. But now she seemed relaxed and waited for more. He took his time enjoying the feel of it tightening and loosening. He knew what he wanted now and moved back up to her hard clit.

He made soft circles with his tongue before reaching down to clean the secretions from her now swollen lips. And then the slow firm lick across her tight rectum. He could feel her resistance folding as her orgasm started building. She spread herself even wider wanting more of the pleasure he was giving her. He was feeling the way nature had meant for him to feel at moments like this. His only goal at this moment was to give this beautiful woman an orgasm she wouldn't ever forget.

Clare couldn't fight what her body was feeling, nor did she want to. She could feel her orgasm starting to build as Ryan pleasured her. It had been so long since a man did anything like this just for her. The feel of his tongue making the soft circles on her hard sensitive clit brought it ever closer. And then the long slow wipe of his tongue across her rectum almost sent her over. But somehow, he knew when to back off and force the orgasm to grow even more. For several more minutes he worked his magic on her until the dam broke.

CHAPTER 12

The orgasm hit her like a semi-truck, and she knew the instant she felt herself go over she had lost control of her bladder. She couldn't stop what her body was doing, and she could only scream and shake uncontrollably. Ryan seemed to be undeterred as he kept his tongue rolling on the hard nub. His hands held her hips firmly as her piss sprayed over his tongue and chin. Her body shook for over a minute before she had control again.

Ryan knew her orgasm was close and the last swipe across her tight butthole and then on her clit pushed her over the edge. He had not been ready for the hard stream of piss that sprayed up into his open mouth. With her body shaking so uncontrollably he had to grip her hips firmly so he could keep his tongue working on the hard nub of her clit. The warm urine washed down his chin and over his bare chest, but he found himself moving his mouth back over the tiny hole that led to her bladder.

The taste was bitter and salty, and he found himself wanting to taste over again. He was almost disappointed when the stream slowed to a couple of small squirts. He kept his mouth and tongue cleaning her gently until she relaxed. He made sure he cleaned her butthole too loving the feel of the tight muscle. He could still taste her piss in his mouth when he stood and leaned down to kiss her again.

"You're still getting the enema," he whispered in her ear. Her cunt was instantly wet again.

"Oh God! I want one so bad," she said as she listened to him moving again. She waited quietly still feeling the glows of the orgasm she had just experienced. She had just pooped for the first time yesterday morning since she had been given the enema last week. She knew the big enemas had cleaned her deep into her colon and it had taken five days before her bowels needed to move. She listened for his movement and knew when he took the empty bag from the nail she had driven into the post for the purpose of hanging the bag.

Ryan's mind was going to a darker side now thinking of what he wanted to do to Clare. He made sure the water was a bit more than warm this time as he felt with his fingers. He had poured the entire bottle of glycerin he had brought into the bag and now he wanted the temperature to be right. He rinsed the jar out first making sure he got all of the glycerin. He only filled the bag 3/4 full this time but he did give it a small squirt of dish soap.

His cock was rock hard as he carried the bag out and hung it on the nail. Picking the key up from the floor he unlocked one of her cuffs and helped her stand. Clare took the opportunity to turn quickly and wrap her arms around him before he cuffed her hands again. His response was instant and before he even knew what had happened, he was pulling her tightly to him. He closed his eyes when her lips touched his cheek. There was no hesitation before she started kissing his face softly.

Clare felt the deep scars with her lips, and she could feel him pull back slightly, but she continued to plant the soft kisses. She now knew why he kept her blindfolded. She knew she didn't really care how badly he was scarred but convincing him of that might be more difficult. She could feel his cock softening as she kissed him and that was not what she wanted.

"I want my enema," she whispered into his ear. She held her face against his. "I want you to make it hurt and I want you to use me hard," she added before she pulled away and dropped her hand from around him and stepped back. She felt him take her hands and gently cuff them together. He led her down off the steps and she could feel the soft grass under her bare feet.

"On your knees," Ryan ordered her. She dropped to her knees without a word. "Now, on your stomach," he said. She could feel the authority in his voice, and she placed her hands out and leaned forward. His hands were there to help steady her and she noticed he seemed to like cupping her tits. Laying on her stomach she stretched her hands over her head and turned her face to the side. She spread her feet as far apart as comfortable and waited.

Ryan had felt his anger rise slightly when she started kissing his cheek. He knew she didn't mean anything and was trying to convey her willingness. But he still felt a bit violated not having invited her down that road. Gripping the nozzle and the Vaseline he dropped to his knees beside her. He lubricated her rectum first smearing a thin layer and messaging her anus. Roughly he pushed his finger knuckle deep into her hole.

Ryan could feel her bowels were full and he moved his finger along the walls of her rectum pushing a little harder than he should of. He saw her body starting to hump up from him pushing on nerve ending inside her anal cavity. Quickly he pulled his finger out. There was a brown past clinging to all sides as wiped it off in the grass. He could already smell her shit, and he felt his cock twitch. Quickly he spread the Vaseline over the balloon and in less than a minute he was inflating the nozzle. He rolled the lever to full open and stood up to watch.

Clare knew right away there was something different about this enema. Her bowels were on full rebellion as more was forced into her. She felt her body pushing hard trying to push the nozzle from her rectum so she could shit. But the nozzle held and all she managed to do was to slow the enema down for a bit. But the second her stomach relaxed the enema gained even more ground. The harsh cramps were coming non-stop and seemed to be moving deeper with each passing second.

Ryan stood with a sneer on his face as he watched Clare struggling as the enema forced its way into her colon. He could see the nozzle pushing hard against the inside of her anal ring every time she pushed, and he watched the level in the bag drop rapidly when she relaxed. There was less than a quart left in the bag now and he watched as it slowly found a new home up the beautiful Blond's ass. There were long strings of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his cock now. He opened the jar of Vaseline once again and spread a thin layer over the smooth head of his cock.

The bag was empty when Ryan moved the tube as he straddled Clare's hips with his legs on the outside. He waited for what he planned to do to sink into her mind. All he heard was a soft "OH FUCK!" from her pretty mouth. His cock was rock hard again as he brought himself up on his knees and pushed the button on the black bulb. He watched as her rectum opened slowly allowing the deflated balloon to slither from the tight hole.

Holding his cock in one hand he leaned forward holding himself with his free hand. He could see Clare's asshole forcing the nozzle out and he waited. The nozzle dropped away, and he held the huge smooth head of his cock centered in her helpless butthole. He was pushing in, and he could feel the hole tighten as Clare fought to keep the enema inside her bowels. He knew there was no way he could stop himself when he was this close. But still he didn't want this relationship to end because he had made a bad decision. He had told Clare in his letter that he had a mean streak and now she was experiencing it, maybe.

Clare didn't know why he was holding back. She could feel the smooth head pushing in on her anus, but why wasn't he pushing it in? It took her a couple more seconds to figure it out. He was fighting with himself as he hadn't crossed that line yet. Ryan needed her permission. "How do I give him permission," she thought to herself. It came to her a split second later.

"HARD RYAN! ALL THE WAY IN. MAKE YOUR BITCH SCREAM!" she almost screamed at him wanting to give him courage. Her ass exploded in agonizing fire a second later. "AAAAH!!" was out of her mouth before she even realized. She had thrown her head back as she felt the red-hot burning pole being driven deeper. She could feel the enema being forced deep into her colon by Ryan's cock.

Clare's mind and body had so many things to cope with instantly. The sudden pain in her ass had made her scream. The sudden surge of the enema deep into her guts made her want to vomit and the enema was making her body want to push. Ryan had pushed his entire cock in hard until his balls were resting on her spread twat and gave it several brutal jabs trying to drive it in deeper. She could feel her body starting to push and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Ryan pushed hard the second he heard her words. She was his "BITCH" and that meant all of her holes. If he needed to hear her scream, then so be it. And the high-pitched scream from her was sweet to his ears. The feeling that had enveloped his hard cock was one he would never be able to describe. The tight anus, the warm contents of her bowels and the feeling of her body pushing. He held stiff for a few seconds before he had to move. He laid over Clare's back, kissing her shoulder and neck. "Thank You," he said softly in her ear.

Slowly he pulled his hips back and he could feel her body forcing the warm smelly water and shit out around the hard shaft. He paused for several seconds enjoying the feel as the mixture made his crotch messy. He could smell everything as it forced its way out. Then the brutal slam back in and the extra hard jabs trying to drive even more of his cock deeper into her colon. He moved his hips pulling his cock about half-way out and enjoying the feeling as her body forced shit and slimy brown water out around his hard cock.

"Don't stop using me, Sir" Clare said. "I'll be your entertainment for as long as you want me," she added. She didn't know where her words were coming from, but she knew she meant them. "I've never been fucked in the ass like this, but I love it. It's so nasty. And, I can't stop pushing," she said.

Ryan could feel her stomach tighten again and then she was pushing out another wave of smelly slime. He couldn't help himself once he heard her words and his hips started jack hammering her butthole. They could both hear the loud slap as his groin slammed into her ass cheeks. Ryan could feel his need to cum rising and he could feel her body starting to orgasm too. He pounded her harder and then, slammed hard into her and held as his balls emptied.

Clare felt the orgasm come from nowhere. Suddenly she was climaxing while Ryan pumped his semen deep into her colon. All her body seemed to want to do now was push. Ryan lay over her back for close to a minute feeling everything slipping around his softening cock. He had read that ripping a cock out of a woman's ass would make her scream. He was more curious than wanting to be mean.

Clare screamed at the top of her lungs when Ryan ripped his cock out of her butthole. The burn was suddenly there with the loud pop and her hips jerked hard trying to quiet the fire. Ryan pushed himself up and off of her so he could stand. There was a small lake of brown slop laying between her legs and her rectum was gaped, not being able to close for the time being. He watched as her body pushed out a couple more small waves.

Ryan didn't feel sorry for her, and he thought back to her words. She wanted to be his entertainment for as long as he wanted to use her. He liked the thought of that. Walking to the side of the house he grabbed the water hose once again. It seemed like he was always washing her ass with it and that made him chuckle. Turning the hose on to a steady stream he washed his cock and balls as best he could. He could still smell her shit on them no matter how hard he washed. He dragged the hose over the where she was still laying.

CHAPTER 13

"Get your ass in the air," he said putting authority back into his voice. He smiled at how fast she moved. She pushed her knees back under her making sure she kept them wide apart. Her asshole was still slobbering and her rectum opened and closed almost involuntarily. He could see some brown slime on the lips of her twat. Putting his thumb over the end of the hose he started washing her down starting with her legs and feet.

Clare felt the cold water hit the back of her legs. She held still as Ryan washed her down. She still couldn't help herself when her body suddenly pushed again. She could feel the small spurt that was forced out and she knew her ass was dirty again. Ryan washed quickly staying to the side as he did so. The feel of the cold water on her cunt and asshole took her by surprise and she gasped loudly.

When he pushed the hose against her tired anus she was taken by surprise again. The water pressure was a lot higher than the other times and she felt the pain of the cold water instantly. Her bowels filled fast, and she started screaming just seconds before Ryan pulled the hose away. She knew there was a strong arch of water being pushed from her ass and she knew Ryan was watching her closely. As soon as the arch died the hose was at her rectum again filling her fast. Ryan waited for her to scream again before he pulled the hose away.

Ryan pulled his clothes back on while he watched Clare push the rest of the enema out. Her ass was still in the air, and he waited till he was fully dressed. He was feeling mean when he pushed the still running hose against her anus one last time and waited for her to scream again. He reached down and pushed the key into her hand. "I'll be back in three days," he said. "I'm not waiting a week anymore," he added as he started walking towards the woods.

Clare couldn't believe how painful the last enemas from the water hose had been. The feel of her guts expanding that fast and the quickly increasing pain had her screaming in less than a minute. Ryan seemed to like making her scream and she could still feel his cock taking its pleasure from the tight sleeve of her ass. She had been butt fucked before but never like she had been this afternoon. She had heard Ryan walk away telling her he would be back in three days.

She was still shitting when she got the cuffs and the mask off, and she waited for almost fifteen minutes before she pushed herself to her feet. The shit that had come out of her ass was almost gone as so much water had been used. Slowly she walked to the faucet and lowered the pressure down to a trickle again and dropped to her knees once again, with her ass towards the wood on the hillside. She slowly pushed the hose back into her ass and started rubbing her clit.