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Chapter Twenty -- Sweet Liberty
Bernadette, a new graduate of GWU, dropped Darlene off in front of a townhouse
that was half way down a cul-de-sac. Three kids immediately exploded out of the
door yelling, "Mommy!" Her two oldest were calmer and managed to walk out to
greet their mother in a more dignified manner.
"Where's dad?" Darlene asked.
"He's fixing dinner. We're bar-b-qing," David, her 8-year-old informed her.
"You know dad," Jennifer explained. "He never uses enough charcoal lighter and
ends up blowing on the coals for an hour to try to get them hot enough to cook."
"Now that sounds familiar," Darlene laughed, beginning to herd her brood toward
the entrance. "Think we'll be able to eat before dark? And how long have you
been here?"
"About an hour," Donald, her manly 11-year-old told her.
"So what can I do to help with supper?"
"Nothing," Jennifer replied. "Everything's ready except the burgers. The fridge
is full of stuff that's already made, potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, even
a cheesecake for dessert. And there's lettuce and sandwich meat, stuff for
breakfast, you name it. It's kind of neat. And you look.. really good."
"Good?"
"Yeah," Jennifer told her mother, giving her a once over. "Like you lost weight
or something and, well, you just look good."
"Thanks," Darlene replied, pleased.
"Hi, sexy," Dwayne called, still fanning briquettes with a paper plate. A few of
them were finally glowing. "You look great."
"So I was told," she laughed, grinning at her oldest daughter.
"Will you hurry?" Jennifer complained. "We want to go to the beach."
Dwayne went ahead and threw hamburgers onto the grill. Dripping fat caught fire
and helped with the charcoal. Before long, burgers were well charred and the
kids were served. Remembering her lessons, Darlene chose a small one that was
well cooked and piled on lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles rather than cheese and
she munched on a green salad rather than the potato salad. She ate slowly while
the kids gobbled their food. Dwayne had finished two burgers before she threw
the last bite of hers away.
Dwayne had lost some weight, too. She worried that he wasn't eating right while
she was away but didn't say anything. Most of his beer gut was gone. He looked
pretty good, not emaciated.
They still had over an hour of daylight when the last paper plate was deposited
in the trash. The townhouse's garage contained a collection of bicycles for
transportation including two with child seats, one a mountain bike and the other
a tandem. There were helmets for everyone.
Jennifer, Donald, and David raced ahead. "I guess you have to be up front,"
Dwayne commented, looking at the tandem bicycle after securing little Crystal in
the child seat. "The guy who opened up for us said that the stronger and taller
rides in the back so he can see over the shorter driver. It puts me closer to
the drive wheel, too."
"You just want to look at my butt," Darlene teased. Then she realized what she
had said and blushed.
"You're right," Dwayne agreed, counter-teasing. It took a little practice and
coordination to get moving since neither of them had ever ridden a tandem
bicycle before, but 'a bicycle built for two' seemed romantic, just right for
the trip, even if they had to ride slow so that their six-year-old, Katy, could
keep up.
Darlene was scared to death of what came next as they locked the bicycles and
joined the rest of the kids who were under strict orders to wait for their
parents before going near the water. She had to strip down to a bathing suit in
public, one that she picked to tantalize her husband. But Darlene still felt
fat.
"Wow," Dwayne whistled. "You haven't looked this good since high school. Maybe
not even then. Are you..? You're not starving yourself or anything, are you? I
mean, you look.. terrific. Wow."
She had picked a one piece suit that was cut high on the sides, had a wide
support band around her belly, and had an underwired halter-style top. She was
conscious that it only looked good when she sucked in her tummy, but thanks to
lots of sit-ups and crunches, she now held in her stomach almost continuously,
even back at the school.
She saw that Jennifer definitely needed a new suit. Her suit squashed her
budding breasts but barely covered them. Actually, it would probably fit Katy.
The whole family frolicked in the rolling waves for an hour and stayed to watch
the sunset, then hurried back before darkness set in. After everyone showered
under the outside shower to remove sand and dirt, they put the younger kids to
bed and let Jennifer and Donald stay up to watch cable TV. Cable was a luxury
they couldn't afford at home. "Don't stay up too late," Darlene told them. "Your
dad and I are going to bed."
Once they were safely in the master bedroom with its private bath, Darlene
pumped up her courage, telling her husband, "Do you know what I've done in
school? Prepared my butt for your cock. Tonight, I want you to fuck me in the
ass, stud."
"You're serious," he realized aloud, taking his wife in his arms and kissing her
passionately for a while before stripping the still damp suit down her body.
"But I want to feast on you for awhile," he grinned, reaching down to gently
stroke her pussy.
"Well I want to do this right so I have to make a stop in the bathroom first,"
she told him, pushing him away. "In my mind I had already gotten ready but
realities bite again."
"You already showered outside," he reminded her. "You're clean as a whistle."
"Outside."
"Oh," he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling in understanding.
"I'll just be a minute," she said, running inside and locking the door with a
loud 'click'. There was no graceful way to use the prepackaged Fleet enema. She
ended up bent grotesquely with one foot on the toilet seat and the other on the
floor with her hands between her legs to insert the little nozzle and squeeze
the flexible plastic reservoir until it was empty.
"Are you all right?" Dwayne asked from just outside the door.
"Yes."
"Can I come in?" he begged softly.
"This isn't pretty," she told him through the locked door. "And it's kind of
humiliating."
"I love you even when you're full of shit," he chuckled softly and was rewarded
by the 'click' of the lock being released. He stepped inside to find his wife
standing, waiting.
"I kind of like feeling full of shit, mother fucker," she hissed at him with her
buttocks clenched.
"You look fantastic," he said again as he leaned down to suck on her nipples
until they throbbed and ached before trailing his tongue down her body to lick
between her pussy lips. "Taste pretty good, too," he teased, licking around her
vaginal opening where the nerves were most sensitive.
"You'd better be careful or I'll shit all over you."
"Promises, promises," he laughed just before she pushed him out of the way and
plopped onto the toilet to release the first of the liquid from her rectum in
short squirts. Then, her stomach grumbling loudly, she squirted the rest into
the bowl.
"This is embarrassing," she blushed.
"It turns me on," Dwayne told her, adding, "Everything about you turns me on.
Even this. What now?"
"That one broke up turds and cleaned me out kind of like rinsing dishes," she
told him shyly. "I need one more to be sure I'm nice and clean. They say some
guys like a little shit or butting up against a soft turd but I want to be
clean, at least this time."
"I'll go along with that," Dwayne smiled, realizing that she was telling him
that anal sex might become a regular part of their sexual repertoire. "Can I do
the next one?"
"OK," she answered, blushing again. "How do you want me?"
"Any way I can get you."
"I mean what position do you want me in?
"You tell me," he chuckled. "I've never done this before."
"Neither had I unless you count getting a couple of enemas when I was
constipated as a kid," Darlene told him, kneeling on the mat beside the tub and
bending forward to present her freshly wiped bottom to her husband. "And I never
thought about an enema being erotic. But at school, one time they made us hold
it in until we had an orgasm. I thought I was going to die. My stomach kept
cramping up and my intestines grumbled but the tension, you know, squeezing my
butt closed, that tension made.. ah, yes, it made it so powerful. It was.. yeah,
squeeze gently. Not too fast or I'll cramp up. It was memorable."
"Memorable is good," he chuckled as she knelt up and turned to face him. "Lay
down."
"No!" Darlene gasped. "I.. I couldn't hold it when I came and I squirted.. No,
Dwayne. Oh, gawd, NO!"
He had laid her on the bath mat and dove between her legs, feeling the cold tile
on his bare belly and thighs. The bathroom was small. Not much room. One of
Darlene's knees rested against the side of the tub, the other touched the
toilet. Dwayne's legs extended out the open bathroom door. He had his arms
wrapped around her thighs, holding on as she struggled.
"No!" Darlene gasped, feeling an intestine spasm. "Please, Dwayne, oh no, lover,
oh."
"I'll stop if you truthfully tell me this isn't turning you on."
"Oh, gawd, Dwayne, I.." she grimaced.
"That's what I thought," he snickered, again lowering his mouth to her pussy
lips. Dwayne quickly realized that the tension of clenched muscles added a new
dimension to the cunnilingus. He was determined to exploit that tension for her
pleasure even if he had to mop brown liquid from the floor. His logical mind
doubted even that, remembering that she had pre-washed her insides with the
first enema.
It seemed that every muscle was already tensed to the breaking point but
Dwayne's oral stimulation kept pushing that point farther and farther. Darlene
felt she couldn't possibly keep squeezing, her conscious mind willing her butt
muscles to keep her from messing the bathroom and further humiliating herself
and possibly destroying a wonderful weekend. No one had ever told her that pussy
nerves could bypass the conscious mind, especially when a loving husband's
tongue is stimulating those nerves, so the orgasm snuck up on her. Every muscle
in her body was wound tight, especially those around her pelvis. Instead of
bucking and crying out, the outward sign of her orgasm was that her body
actually vibrated with the intensity.
It was a different kind of orgasm because she still had to keep her bottom
clenched closed. She knew she had squirted some of her bowel contents out and
probably soiled her husband. She couldn't move because of her fear that she
would lose all control and flood the tiled floor. She couldn't even speak. But
she screamed, "Please, no!" when he picked her up.
And deposited her bottom onto the toilet ring. She voided instantly, a
half-quart of liquid blasting out as if her bottom had burst from too much
pressure. She was crying, the intensity of the orgasm followed seconds later by
relief from tension and.. Darlene became aware of herself. The muscles around
her anus were completely relaxed and nothing was coming out. Nothing could come
out. There was nothing left in there. The devilish staff at GWU. They knew.
That's why they made the poor students eat each other to orgasm while they were
full of soapy.. That's why it was so easy to get the dildos.. They planned..
It was like the Lamaze natural childbirth classes, tense and hold, then relax.
And like the relaxation and self-hypnosis classes the staff taught her in the
GWU classes. Except that none of them realized that holding in an enema through
an orgasm was a sure way to relax those muscles that needed to relax in order to
comfortably take a cock up their butt holes.
While her mind raced through a replay of what happened in the old school
buildings, Dwayne warmed the shower. He pulled his wife to her feet and guided
her into the tub and under the spray. They playfully washed each other, then
danced back to the bed where Dwayne pushed her back on the bed and began to eat
her again.
"Oh, no, Oh, yes," Darlene groaned, rocking her groin up to receive his oral
ministrations. "But wait," she panted, regaining enough composure to remember
what she wanted so much to do. "I left the Vaseline in the bathroom. Grease up a
finger and do my bottom. That gets me hot and it'll get me ready for you again."
"Don't move," Dwayne ordered, jumping up, his hard-on waving in front of him as
he ran to the bathroom to get the lubricant. The jar of petroleum jelly fell on
the floor. Dwayne snatched it up and was kneeling beside the bed in a flash,
lovingly lubing his wife's little puckered shit hole and spending several
minutes inserting his middle finger one knuckle at a time, then withdrawing
before going on.
Encouraged by Darlene's chants of, "ah, yes!" Dwayne gently started a sawing
motion with his finger as his tongue again moved between her puffy pussy lips.
He was delighted when he looked up and saw his wife squeezing her breasts and
pinching her nipples. It seemed completely natural to straighten his index
finger and tease her vaginal opening rather than just curling that finger out of
the way, which seemed a terrible waste, especially when he received an, "ah,
Yes, lover! Oh, that's so..."
She bucked her hips so fast that it seems she was vibrating again when this
orgasm came. And it took far longer than usual for her batteries to run down and
leave her limp, a subhuman puddle in the rumpled sheets that panted like a dog.
"I'm.. supposed.. to be.. pleasing.. you."
"You couldn't do anything more pleasing," he grinned, laying down next to her.
"Me? What? I don't get it."
"Call it 'the Christmas spirit'," he told her, nuzzling her chin with his nose.
"Better to give than receive. I can't think of anything I like more than making
you totally out of control like that. It's great for my ego. I enjoy every
orgasm you have."
"Me, too," she said dreamily, her brain high on endorphins. "But when are ya
gonna fuck my ass?"
"When we're both ready," he answered, cuddling with his wife.
Darlene felt her brain cells start to reconnect and her breathing slowed so she
just sounded a little out of breath. "I don't think that came out right," she
said.
"What?" Dwayne asked, confused.
"What I said."
"Oh," he laughed. "I thought you meant the enema or my finger."
"No, the other thing. The 'me too' thing." She wanted to think of some comical
snappy comeback but nerve cell synapses still failed to fire correctly. 'Damned
endorphins,' Darlene cursed mentally. "What I meant was that I like it when you
have.. When you shoot your wad because of me. It's like, well, a big part of
what being married is all about."
"You mean I can't fantasize about doing Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"Sure, as long as you pop off in or on me," Darlene giggled. "Do you have a
thing for Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"Among others."
"Like who?"
"Somebody who begged for a butt fucking."
"I'm ready. How about you?"
"I'm ready, willing, and able, ma'am," he said, saluting her. "And so is my
midshipman."
"Is that what that is?"
"So how do we go about this?"
"There are lots of ways but I want to watch this time," Darlene said, sitting up
on the bed and piling the pillows in the middle. "So you kneel down there and
let me get into position. Still got the Vaseline?" She leaned her back against
the pillows with her bottom positioned just over the edge of the bed. A month
earlier she couldn't have pulled her legs back far enough to make the position
work but she was now flexible enough to put her elbows behind her knees to keep
her body folded in half. "See anything down there that you like?"
"Everything I see down here I like." He stroked her pussy hair and belly
lovingly, then trailed his fingertips up the insides of her legs, raising goose
bumps and making her shiver in delight. But now he was growing impatient, the
ache of 'blue balls' in his groin reminding him of how long he had been erect
and ready without cleaning out his pipes. The gentle caresses ended as his left
thumb circled her clit and his fingers held pussy lips open so his right hand
could guide his cock into her.
"That's not my asshole, bubba," Darlene teased.
"I thought maybe you'd like this as a preliminary."
"It's nice but if you keep it up too long, I'm liable to tense up and it'll be
harder."
"I don't think this thing can get any harder."
"Well pop it in my poop chute and let's see."
"So you want it here?"
"Yes, but grease it up first."
"What?" Dwayne asked mischievously, "This or this," first holding up his hard
cock and then touching Darlene's anus.
"Yes, that _AND_ that," she laughed. "Both."
"Next time I'll bring my grease gun."
Her body twitched with excitement. The thought was so nasty, the idea of her
husband putting a mechanical grease gun in her bottom, of injecting her with...
"That might be faster but you're not working out of a flat rate manual now,"
Darlene reminded her mechanic husband.
"You mean I won't get paid?"
"You'll get docked if you don't get to work."
"Yez, ma'am," he said, pushing a glob of jell up his wife's bottom with his
middle finger. He dipped three fingers into the jar and spread the clear grease
over the head of his prick. Then he wrapped his pole in a fist and stroked a few
times to spread it evenly before he took aim at his target.
Darlene watched. She liked his cock. She strained, crunching her abdominal
muscles to try to tilt her bottom up enough that she could see him enter her but
women just aren't built that way. But when she felt his cockhead press into her
bottom, she pushed out 'like you're trying to shit out a turd,' as Clarice and
Lucy had taught her. Her bottom opened up to her husband's substantial cock.
When he slid inside, she felt no pain at all.
"I don't want to hurt you," he told her seriously, stopping when only the head
of his prick was beyond her sphincter.
"Believe me, stud, it doesn't hurt. And it's much nicer than a rubber dick. I
feel so nice and full."
"Play with yourself," Dwayne growled as he eased in, amazed at how tight she
was, at how much pressure encased his prick, at the slight burning sensation
that stroking in and out caused.
"But I've already come twice."
"I like to see you play with yourself," he told her through clenched teeth.
"And you like to watch me come, you pre-vert," Darlene giggled. She was enjoying
herself, willing her body to relax so there would be no pain. And there wasn't.
But she wasn't particularly turned on and didn't feel the need or desire for
another orgasm. This was for her husband, after all.
"Damned right I like to watch," he groaned, closing his eyes so he didn't even
see her lightly caress her nipples just before he blasted squirts of semen up
into her colon.
