Group Sex Nurse Nancy; Dr. Dan

Dan's heart jumped in his throat. Had he heard her correctly? Had Nancy just told him to fuck her in the ass? He'd been eyeing her bottom ever since they'd gotten undressed that night and the words were like a dream come true!

Sure she'd been a bubbling cauldron of kink, but her backdoor was that last bastion of intimacy for him. He'd wanted to have been certain it was ok before he tapped it. Now she'd taken away any doubt and made things perfectly clear that it was!

Nancy didn't have time for ambiguity. She wanted that large veiny throbber of his in her tight naughty backdoor and the only way for that happening was her to get it as hard as Chinese long division. She wasn't new at the game of stiffening-up a spent prick; one might even say she was an old hand at such things, (or more aptly a mature and experienced set of hands... and lips... and tongue)!

As she gave Dan the "ole' suck n' jerk rub n' tug number" on his member, she reflected on how many cocks it had been over the years; too many to count by her estimation. She'd seen a great many in her porn career, and her time as a swinger, plus her time as nurse (although that was a secret known to a discrete few at the hospital). Those experiences had presented a cavalcade of veiny cock to suck n' restore for "another go," as she'd often requested.

Then of course there was all that fun she'd had as a nursing student at Hippy Park and even before; at the rest stop with those glory holes and her girlfriends. For an eighteen year old catholic school-girl, Nancy was accustomed to getting down on her knees but those holes were not confessionals and that was not absolution coming through the openings! Those wicked glory holes with her naughty girlfriends cheering her on were her earliest recollection of touching "it," playing with "it," and sucking "it" until it squirted into her mouth as some strange trucker she'd probably never see; groaned in blissful agony on the other side of the glory hole and thanked her. Of course the first time she actually looked up and actually saw the face of a cock-owner thrashing in joyful convulsions also happened that summer; her eighteenth summer...by the lake...and the tent with her cousin Jerry. Her clit twitched at the memory and as she drew Dan's still limp devil-dog into her mouth for a nice deep-throat and tickle of his balls, she began to remember.

Jerry's family was visiting hers at the family farm in a lazy summer family reunion. The kids had all run off in all directions; it being a beautiful sunny day. The young kids went off to play on the swing; her older brothers went out riding around in the farm truck. That left her and her nineteen year old strapping cousin alone to wander out by the farm pond. The kids had erected a small tent out there where they played at "camping and roughing it" when they weren't fishing. It was secluded and they were alone; plus she found him quite handsome despite their being blood cousins.

One thing led to another. There was the age old discussion of, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then next thing she knew she was bare-chested and "his" was out flopping around in front of her. It was big and hairy, like a silly floppy elephant's trunk as she marveled at it with wicked forbidden curiosity. It found its way into her hand and he and she experienced the rush and thrill of good old American rural taboo.

Nancy's hand wandered down between her thighs and her fingers found her clit; to tease and tickle at it through its hood as she sucked on Dan. It may have been Dan's generous trouser monster in her mouth at the moment that pulsed and throbbed from her slurps and sucks but her mind was hundreds of miles and thirty six years away at the pond. Her clit throbbed to life beneath at the touch of her fingers. She closed her eyes to pull back the vision locked far back in the recesses of her memory; she began to suck frig and remember.

Jerry's was large. Not as large as Dan's she recalled, but sizeable just the same. She tugged and pulled at it and Jerry clenched his teeth; breathing heavily through his nostrils like a young horse straining against a heavy load. Nancy loved the look upon his face, as she rubbed and tugged him. She was intrigued that she could make his chin quiver, his nostrils flare, and his chest rise and fall as her wicked hand whirred down below upon his member; the flesh a warm regular throb of life in her palm.

She looked up and studied her cousin's face. Jerry's eyes closed as her hand moved faster and faster; his brow focused in fevered concentration. She bore down with her grip as well; making the young man thrust his buttocks into her strokes as the feelings became more wonderfully intense for him. Nancy's gaze went from the boy's face, to his cock in her palm, and back to his trembling face again; her mind seized and captivated by all she saw. After a couple minutes time, she employed a fun little trick of wickedry she'd learned from one her girlfriends; cupping his balls and giving them a delicately gentle tickle using the tips of her fingers while her other hand gripped shaft like she was "choking up" on a soft ball bat. That did the trick.

Jerry's face became a snarl and his eyes flew open; staring off into the distance but seeing nothing. A large fleck of spit flew from his lips as the snarl became a vocalization that sounded a bit like a tug boat's "chewwww chewwwww" blast from its fog horn. Nancy's face was now a wicked smile as the cock in her hand erupted in spasmic releasings. Steaming hot ropes of boy batter arced through the air; landing upon her neck and boobies and coating her skin in warm stickiness.

She held his member with one hand as his head went slack and he sobbed a convulsive little whimper; the last spurts of his warm life trickling between her fingers. Curious, she turned her head to one side thinking it odd that he should sound that way. It was as if he were crying through a great painful sadness and yet when those eyes of his met hers, they were welling over with happiness; the smile spreading across his face in an expression of great relief and satisfaction.

She scraped the sticky dollops of her cousin's custard from her boobies and played with it; giggling as she brought the salty gonad goo to her nose to sample his bouquet. She'd smelled semen from the truckers at the rest-stop before but this was different; much sweeter and less coppery. She then brought his nut-sack nectar to her tongue for a little taste. It was yummier for her too.

It was there she had an epiphany that jism tasted differently among different men. From that moment in time she was a connoisseur of cum, an absolute sommelier of semen; completely hooked on the taste smell and feel of penile spendings. For her, the sweetest confection in the world paled by comparison to the flavor and scent of a sticky load of warm male ejaculate!

It was therefore only a logical conclusion that while some might have seen this as a shocking shameful mess made between two ill-behaved young people (who should have been eaten up by guilt); Nancy merely saw an opportunity to "scratch certain itches." Jerry seemed like his itches needed scratching as well and as he looked into her eyes, he didn't see any remorse or fear at what they'd done. Suffice to say, he wasn't through with Nancy and more importantly; neither was she with him! The day was hot, they were alone and it was time to be naked and bad together; to do all those nasty bad things and no-no touches that would get them in so much trouble if their parents ever found out!

She had a wonderfully awful idea in that naughty little catholic school-girl noggin of hers. She leaned forward and opened her mouth; intent on sharing with him that "other filthy deed" she'd already learned to do so well from her girlfriends at the glory-holes. First she had to "clean up her work area."

Her cousin's cock drooped in her hand and dribbled sticky spendings that resembled melted sugar through her fingers and down her wrist. Bringing those same well-jizzed digits up to her mouth, she went to work sucking and licking her fingers, palm, and fore-arm clean as her slightly older relation's dong dribbled just an inch or two from her nose. To him, she looked a cat giving herself a bath and Jerry chuckled at the thought. Nancy merely shrugged it off and gobbled up his sperm like a brat stealing cake frosting; smacking her lips in the process with a naughty smirk.

Once she'd made "all gone" with the salty "cousin custard," she opened her lips wide; taking his penis in her mouth. She began to suck. Her noggin began to bob and stroke.

Jerry gasped and his hand found the top of her head. He began to rock hips ever so slightly into the wicked mouth of his mother's-sister's auburn- haired daughter. He'd never experienced the joy of fellatio; now cousin Nancy was giving it to him and he was beside himself with selfish pleasure!

For her part Nancy was enjoying things as well; the show was just too good. She loved cock and the taste of cum but there was an additional rush of looking up and seeing a man's jaw quiver and screw sideways. As she noticed her cousin's pleasure becoming intense; it only served to fuel her ego; making her wish only to suck harder and deeper on him. It made her hot, it made her horny, it made her wicked. She needed to relief some of her own "pressure and tension."

Her fingers ran under her plaid good-girl's skirt and beneath the elastic of her panties. She pawed at herself ; touching her "special place" in the same nasty wicked way that some of her catholic school girlfriends had done to her (and she to them), at sleep-overs. It all felt so good; just as much as her cousin's "private thingy" in her mouth did now; so good, so nice. She just loved cock, and loved the secret naughtiness two people could make with their bodies.

Jerry became harder and harder. Nancy decided to pull him down now to the ground as the wind around the pond gently swayed the tall grass around them. Down came her yellow panties past her white socks and she laid partially over the boy; sucking him harder and harder. His hand found the top of her pretty head again; he began to urge her on with gentle pushes and urgent whimpers.

Nancy now needed to "feel good too." As she lay over him on her side, she brought her cousin's free hand under her skirt. She'd learned to simply love masturbation at those same aforementioned slumber parties (with the same girlfriends who'd shown her the ways of the glory hole). Over several encounters, those naughty young women had shown her how girls could please one another with fingers and tongues; up underneath plaid skirts and in-between stocking-ed legs, (or when pajama-bottoms came off and slipped to the bottom of a sleeping bag). She wanted to feel that now.

She humped his hand and urged him to finger her. As she continued to suck "his thing," he tossed his head in the swaying grass while he masturbated her with gusto; stroking his fingers into her warmth and inner humidity and smelling her scent as it wafted up from under her skirts. His digits lightly flipped and stroking a puzzling little button of flesh above her hole; making her moan and suck him even harder. She parted her legs wide and bucked her hips against his hand while she cupped his balls and blew him. It was the feeling she craved; penetration- cavity filling wondrous penetration! Nature hates a vacuum and so did she.

A minute or so later and curiosity got the better of Jerry, his fingers left her pussy and wandered beyond her crotch; finding Nancy's taint and then her pucker little poo-hole. As he touched the raised pink starfish of flesh she tensed up for half a second. She knew where he'd touched her.

She recalled this pleasant sensation from her little "games" with her girlfriends. There was one older girl; Christina, (with whom she'd attended a sleepover not ten days after Nancy's eighteenth birthday). "Chrissy" had shared a sleeping bag with Nancy after the girls had played "bloody Mary" in the bathroom and scared one another with ghost stories. Soon all the girls were shrieking train-wrecks with too much soda and pizza, (and not enough common sense), and it coincided with bedtime.

Chrissy said something about being scared and asked Nancy to come to her sleeping bag and keep her company. Nancy obliged and two zips of a sleep-sack zipper later; she and Chrissy were snuggled closely. The two girls practiced kissing one another in the dark and Chrissy then showed Nancy how to suck nipples and make a girl "feel so good."

Fingers touched clits and poked pussy-pots at first; then Crissy stuck a finger someplace Nancy had not expected. Instead of panicking, Nancy let the girl's finger slip deep up her rectum as the two girls strummed clits and kissed sweetly. When Chrissy's finger found a certain spot deep in the darkest regions of her popo, Nancy let out an excited gasp of pleasure; for on just the other side of Nancy's pussy-partition lay a very sensitive spot that neither girl understood. They only knew that if they hit that spot with anything... it became wet and squishy down in their underwear. Both girls quietly whined and bellyached until the very early hours; soaking each other's underwear and making the sleeping-bag especially fragrant!

Now of course Jerry's finger was at the entrance to that same naughty hole; the hole where Nancy pooed; that hole that she liked to have Chrissy touch and stroke. Jerry pushed against the puckered entrance: expecting Nancy to grab his hand as other girls had done in the past on dates and school bus trips, but not this time. To his surprise, Nancy grabbed his hand and held it there; pushing his fingers into her "dirty place" and sucking him with even more fervent vigor.

Minutes passed and now Nancy (feeling her excitement rise), suggested to Jerry that she wanted to do something else the girls had shown her, (something she simply loved). She then climbed atop him with her plaid skirt pulled up (showing her bare ass to the world), as she continued to suck upon him. "Sixty-nining" was the term one of the girls named Nina had used for it.

Nina liked to touch and play with Nancy just as much as Chrissy, (so when the girls invited Nancy to the rest stop with its glory holes, it was naturally Nina who instigated a great deal of the hi-jinks in the woman's bathroom that didn't directly involve cock). One of her favorite tricks was for a girl to perform fellatio on a man through the wall and for Nina to finger or lick the young woman's pussy between her parted legs. Nancy had done this; taking on several cocks in her mouth while Nina licked and gobbled down below at her quim, (or fingered Nancy's crotch and asshole silly). Eventually Nancy learned to enjoy "returning the favor" upon Nina and several other girls in the "Catholic Girl Glory-hole Society," as they called themselves.

Now Nancy was riding a face, (but one much different from those of lovely eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls). It had the rough stubble and prominent chin of her cousin Jerry. Girls were smooth and pretty but this new tactile sensation appealed to her in a very primal animalistic way and she ground her crotch against his rugged chin and fucked his dong with her throat hard! All the while her asshole made Jerry's "drilling-finger" dirtier and dirtier; while the dirty digit in her dung-hole in-turn made Nancy simply hornier and hornier.

In a few minutes they could stand it no more. The two cousins came. Jerry "made-naughty" in Nancy's mouth and as she gobbled down his semen; she dripped and piddled on his face, across his stub-bled chin, and directly into his mouth. The two blubbered, cried and belly-ached through their illicitly incestuous gobbling and then lay silent. They rolled around until they were snuggling next to one another; talking and giggling in hushed whispers, (afraid that somebody back at the farm might hear them despite the great distance).

Under present-day circumstances and had these been two seasoned people; cigarettes might have been smoked, phones looked at, statuses changed on social networks, (and promises made to do "Netflix and chill" sometime). This was however the 1970's; with two horny Catholic teens, (who were only eighteen and nineteen). It therefore should not come as a surprise that following ten minutes of rest; a suggestion to 'go again' was made by Nancy and a smiling Jerry nodded, (saying it was a good idea).

This time however the two found themselves completely unclothed with Nancy on her back and with her now bare legs high in the air as Jerry jack hammered down into her pussy-hole with all his youthful might. Nancy had sucked cocks before and jacked them off but never had she taken one in her quim; until now. Her cousin was stealing her virginity and she his! Both couldn't care in the least... it was a cousin fuck and it was on in full force!

Nancy loved the plowing stretch of Jerry's cock as it rammed down into her and played "bumper-pool" with her cervix; sending lovely waves of pleasure up the length of her body. Jerry (who'd fingered plenty of pussy in his high school career), couldn't believe the warm exquisite sensation of a cunt gripping his cock; milking him from all sides with its warm wet silkiness. A few minutes of this and he felt his climax rise. Nancy felt hers as well. Just as Jerry was close to shooting yet another explosion of cousin-custard, Nancy raised her hand and cautioned him with,

"Jerry don't do it in there (uhnnn)... I can't get pregnant by you! Put it in my mouth... (gasp) or ...stick it in my other hole!"

Jerry didn't need to be told twice. He dismounted and repositioned behind Nancy. Now the two lay on their sides in a cousinly spoon. A cock found the mouth of a rather wet and slippery puckered female rectum. There was a push and a lovely girlish yelp; followed by pauses and deep breaths. Then the teen ass fuck began.

The fuck was new territory for both parties and it was the naughtiest of all naughties. Not only were these cousins rutting with one another, they were doing it in the nastiest of places. If they were ever caught... NO - they would not be caught they decided. Both made up their minds to simply do this thing and never tell anyone! God it felt so good! SO DAMNED GOOD!.. what was more; they couldn't hold out more than a minute or so as the pleasure sensations took both cousins over the edge- plunging headlong into their climaxes.

Jerry howled, sending a mother-load of piping hot boy-batter up Nancy's wonderfully wrecked rectum while the girl gasped and sobbed with joy; her quim gushing like a hydrant and her hand merely a blur of frantic motion on her poor clit. The two cried and gasped and came. They'd done 'it.'

That summer there were other encounters with her cousin Jerry before he moved away. There were other encounters for Nancy at girl's houses, (and at the rest stop and nearly a dozen other places). Nancy had begun that summer a naïve school girl with a naïve schoolgirl's take on the world. At the close of that summer she was a differently human being entirely; one who loved sex more than food and sleep; one who could never meet somebody and not think what they must look like without their clothes; what it might feel like to lie naked with them and thrash their bodies together. Sex was now her hobby, passion, and playground.

Now years later, she lay in her Phoenix home with Dr. Dan's dong digging into her dental work as she remembered those events from so very long ago. She'd forgotten what she'd been doing and to her happy surprise, he was hard enough to drive nails or pound sheetrock with that thing of his! Once again, Nurse Nancy the Nympho Necromancer Extraordinaire; had raised a spent and dearly departed ding a' ling from the dead! She prepared to stick it up her dung dumper; thus making it an awesome veiny weapon of ass disruption!

"I think you're ready Dan," she cooed at him with a sweet voice that happily dribbled honey with every syllable. She returned back to sucking him.

He nodded. He now had a piece of pulsing loin-lumber; hard enough to drive a railway spike. Nancy had done well with that talented tongue and tonsils of hers; there was no denying that!

He gave her a playful slap on that magnificent ass of hers; telling her he was ready for anal if she was. She however stopped sucking and made a face, saying she didn't wish to rush things. She happily informed him her backside needed to be wooed just as much as her pussy had been. Her naughty bottom-hole would need to be thoroughly prepared and seduced if he was to fuck it. She was such the hopeless romantic!

She then looked furtively over to the faux medical examination/playroom before coquettishly glancing back to Dr. Dan. He took her meaning. If she was to be prepped for this, the prepping would first take place back at the home "Doctor's Office" where "proper procedures" could be adhered to. She was such a stickler for procedures.

Dan stood up from the bed and offered his hand but she playfully shook her head and batted it away. He was immediately confused. She saw this and giggling happily, explained to him she had 'special requirements' for her trip to the office.

A minute later, per her instructions, she was blindfolded once again and collared with a leash. She then had him lead her naked and on all fours to the secret playroom. She played the part. As she moved on her hands and knees she whimpered playfully like a puppy; so much so Dan was worried he'd need a license to practice veterinary medicine for what was about to be asked of him.

For Nancy however, she was alive with excitement. She loved the exquisite helpless vulnerability of literally playing Dr. Dan's 'blindfolded bitch in heat.' She couldn't see a thing as she moved along the floor, yet she could sense the strong powerful man towering above her, as he led her on the leash to her 'appointment.' It drove her wild; just as the image of it all drove the two voyeurs silently wild from behind the hiding place, their hearts beating faster as their fascinated eyes blinked and watched.

In no time at all Nancy was up on the rather strange apparatus with the hand, leg, and neck restraints that Dan had seen when he'd first beheld the room earlier. It was as if even blindfolded; she knew precisely where in the room the device was located and she sprang upon it like a cat without being told to do so. She'd obviously done this business once or twice before!

She talked Dan through what was to come next. She wished for her hands and legs to be restrained as well as her head; all securely in the device. At first inspection Dan noticed the Velcro ankle restraints (not to mention the openings for the head and hands), were all quite close and with the restrained party's head and hands secured rather low. He guessed the whole effect would serve to elevate Nancy's ass high and well to the rear; making it isolated and immobilized for 'examination.'

Per her instructions, Dan bound her ankles as she placed her head low; jutting her lovely naked rump high and back with her knees resting upon the padded bench. Next Dan lifted a sliding padded block; allowing Nancy's head and hands to travel through three apertures that were just sufficient to accommodate entry. Once her head and hands were through the holes, Dan dropped the padded block; locking everything in place with a brass buckled leather strap. The good doctor (always a stickler for details), now paused to survey his work.

Nancy was now pilloried, (helpless like a criminal of old who'd been sentenced to do penance in 'the stocks'). She was absolutely immobilized; blindfolded and resting upon her knees; her ass rising high away from padded bench at a steep angle. Her pretty head and hands jutted from the far-side of the pillory stocks and the moved about slightly (but only a little). 'Blissfully disadvantaged' by her circumstance she nonetheless continued giving Dan instructions; reminding her new lover that her safety word was 'daylily.'

She suggested that Dan part her ass cheeks and 'inspect her.' He complied promptly. Standing behind her; his hands parting the halves of her ass, he marveled at the exquisite structure laid open before him. It was breathtaking in its loveliness. A lovely bald pussy with its dangling pink and purplish meat-curtain labia presented itself; resembling a feminine tapestry. Above that lay Nancy's delightfully exposed anus; a delicate pink dimpled crater between two white bun-halves.

It was all so beautiful and she was completely at his mercy. He could have done anything. He could have ransacked the house and left with the good silver; she being only able to protest and kick in her restraints. It was therefore the ultimate exercise in trust. It was also a good thing Dan was who he was; lustful and slightly depraved like she, but honorable just the same.

He traced a finger up and down her labial lips; pushing the quivering folds of pink flesh back and forth as if inspecting fine linen. His finger traveled higher to the nub of her asshole, circling the sensitive little aperture and making her kick and squeal with delight; giving her the tickling sensation she craved a the moment. His finger spun in ever-tighter spirals until it disappeared into the snug warmth of her dung-hole; up to the first knuckle at first and then in as far as it could travel.

He bent his finger slightly and felt around. She was clean and tidy; neat as a pin in fact. She'd given her insides a thorough washing out before he'd arrived apparently; again not her first rodeo apparently.

He bent his finger a bit more; pushing downward in the direction of her navel until she gasped. He was now exerting a delightfully gentle pressure on her rectum through her puss-wall to the back of her g-spot. He was good; very good, and she wriggled her ass against his hand appreciatively, (cooing and whimpering with wicked selfish contentment). He'd read her mind as to what she liked and wanted.

He retrieved his now somewhat fragrant finger from her rose-hole like a popping cork from a wine bung; making her yelp as it all happened with a force she hadn't expected but she loved it just the same. He dropped his face down between her rump-cheeks, (spreading them even wider to allow him access). He began to snuffle, gobble, and lick at her most forbidden of places; her puckered oh-so-sensitive naughty backdoor!

Nancy shrieked with delight; her mouth becoming a broad smile beneath her blindfold as her hands and feet flailed against her restraints involuntarily. She simply loved to be licked and tongued 'back there.' It was a guilty pleasure that she often craved but seldom received. This man was a lucky find indeed!

For Dan this was something of a guilty pleasure as well; despite him being who he was. For a man who was by all accounts a medical professional; it was a supreme irony that he found the female anus so enticing. It definitely was not the first time he'd wanted to burrow his lips and snout around in a female derriere one like a pig hunting a truffle; in fact time and time again he'd done so with like-minded women. He'd dig around with lips tongue and teeth in some lucky lady's delicate rose-bud; making the woman giggle and squirm, (and her sounds and wiggles in-turn would make his cock throb madly). Nancy was no exception. She pushed her anus back hard against his determined choppers and wriggled her rump as she gasped happily; the sounds and movements of her ass making his prick stand up hard at attention.

Dan brought his fingers up beneath his chin and began to diddle at Nancy's pussy; teasing her meat-curtains, circling her quim-hole, and lightly tickling her clit. Her giggles gradually gave way over the next few minutes to gasps and whiny moans as his fingers, lips and tongue worked in earnest. Her toes clenched and relaxed as the sensations became more intense for her; intense and quite pleasurable. The whole naughty business however was not merely more intense for Nancy and Dan as the minutes ticked by, for behind the mirror in the secret room's darkness; a woman gagged by a bridle whimpered in selfish pleasure as a copycat tongue snaked its way inside her anus. The woman's eyes watched a TV monitor; blinking intently as deft fingers probed her pussy and teased her throbbing clit.

Dan fed one finger, then another... and then another into Nancy's puss-hole; stroking her clit-nub beneath its hood and gradually stretching her quim. He continued to work the pretty pink opening while his teeth and tongue went about their busy work on her wicked little ass-ring. Within a few minutes Nancy was bucking against her restraints and thrashing her ass wildly as she came in a screaming hard full-body splatter-gasm against Dan's neck and face. She was nice and loose now.. but she needed to be a bit looser.

Something else flashed through Dan's mind, but only briefly; he could have sworn that as Nancy howled and wailed, he thought he'd heard the sound of another woman shrieking and moaning someplace. The house must have simply had a peculiar echo that he'd simply not noticed before. He put it out of his head. Behind the mirror in the secret room the woman sighed through her nostrils against her horse bridle; her body now beaded with droplets of sweat. Behind her a man wiped his chin of her quim-gushings and both stared at the television screen; waiting to see what would occur next down at the pillory.

Dan paused again. He pushed his hands against the lovely flesh of Nancy's rump before him; kneading her fesses and simply marveling at her ass in rapt fascination. To him the female bottom was the most exquisite structure imaginable. No beautiful wave, no sunset, no exotic seashell could ever be as lovely as the human female tushy, (and Nancy's rear-end epitomized that).

Her moon displayed two lovely cheeks; forming an upside-down heart separated by a lovely pink and purplish pussy flower with a cute perky starfish for a butt-hole. The whole affair was lovely, round, and valentine-shaped... a work of art that inspired thoughts of love and desire, and all rendered in toned lovely feminine curves!

He stared at her fesses long and hard as though contemplating a lovely water color rendered by the great masters. He was utterly transfixed. It was Nancy's voice that snapped him out of his rapture.

"Dan," she called from the other side of the padded pillory blocks, "would you be a good boy and give a girl a special lube treatment? That summer sausage of yours is going to be a bit rough for me if you just go in dry." She spoke in a squeaky little voice that just dripped of mischief as she wiggled her hiney in a particularly naughty fashion that caught his notice.

"Yeah good idea," Dan said remembering the sensitivity of the act they were about to perform.

Nancy advised him to look in the leather doctors bag on the he'd left on the floor somewhat earlier; he'd see what he needed for the job in the very bottom of the bag. Dan's hand swished around in the contents of the satchel. He found the tube of lubricant quickly enough but he was not entirely certain what she else she was hinting at until *bump*, his hand fumbled against something rubber with a long hose attached.

Dan grabbed onto the item and yanked from the doctor's bag, a rather large and antiquated looking rubber enema; complete with a rubber bag, long brown/yellow hose, and a nozzle. The bag even had straps so as to hang the device from a high elevation above a patient and allow proper drainage into the subject. It all looked rather old and Dan found himself suddenly wondering if he'd gone in a time warp back to the 1890s by the looks of things.

Nancy had obviously picked this up at a discount simply by the apparent age of the device. By its very purpose and nature, Dan had concerns regarding its sanitary condition. Nancy read his mind even though she couldn't see his face.

"Don't worry sweetie," she said, "I got them in the original packaging - still wrapped in the plastic. There was a sale of medical equipment that had been sitting in an old warehouse lying forgotten. Somebody put them out online and I made a bid... got them both at a discount like all the other second hand medical items here."

Dan took pause as she said "both;" noticing only one irrigation device was in the satchel. He didn't see another, then again he figured the other item was simply left out of the bag o' goodies for future use. He shrugged it off and put it out of his head. He couldn't have been more correct however; the other device was set aside for future use; as in only a few seconds in the future! Up in the secret room just behind the mirror, strong male hands carefully filled an identical irrigation syringe with a mixture of warm soapy water and mineral oil while a set of female eyes blinked at the television monitor and waited for the nudge of a nozzle.

Nancy presently saw Dan step to the other side of the pillory and stand before her. His head bobbed around like he was searching for something. Again she read his mind.

"Sweetie," she said to him, "there is hot and cold water in the sink of course in front of you but there is also a plastic bottle of mineral oil in the cabinet below the sink next to some soft soap."

Dan nodded. He went into action; mixing up her suggested concoction. He soon had a rubber reservoir bag filled with a goopy mixture of mineral oil, soap, and warm tap water. He nodded with satisfaction at his sloshing sack of glop and turned back to Nancy.

Taking up a position behind her rump once more; he reached down into the medical satchel and found the tube of medical grease. He got a suitably large blob of white grease on his free hand and then applied it to the mouth of Nancy's pink anal pucker. Nancy squealed with delight as she felt her lover's fingertip moving the ointment around her pink puckered rectal-rim in anticipation of what was to come next.

She loved this part... the helpless humiliation of not only being touched back there, but also in the knowledge that she'd be subjected to an invasion of her most private of orifices from that wicked nozzle in Dan's other hand. No doubt he'd be watching it go into her bottom-hole! No doubt he'd sense how helpless and vulnerable she'd be! No doubt he'd be hard from all of it; and the thought of the whole foul activity excited her naughty little heart to no end! Her pussy twitched with anticipation and her poor greasy butt-hole waited for the plastic prod of the nozzle. It would not have long to wait!

Nancy's nostrils flared; exhaling a lungful of air as at her other end the head of the long plastic adapter parted the entrance of her sphincter; pushing on through to the warm nasty depths of her ass passage. She felt it probe down deep into her rectum until it felt as though it was drilling into her ass-root. Not three seconds later the glop came rushing in; a warm wet torrent of liquid goo... filling her gut and making her whimper helplessly. She was now the empty vessel... slowly being filled to capacity.

Behind Nancy's rollicking rump reservoir, Dan was now doing a bit of juggling that would be the envy of any circus troupe. He had the reservoir hanging from his teeth by its suspension chord as one of his hands flailed his throbbing dong in masturbatory appreciation while his other hand held the nozzle in place at Nancy's poo-port. All the while his eyes remained locked on the whole lurid activity; unable to tear themselves away from this wonderfully perverse spectacle.

There was one other variable added to the enema juggling activity that Wendy hadn't counted on but Dan had not neglected to seize upon. He'd managed to snatch it up and was now saving it as an added surprise for her. It was cool, it was smooth and metallic, (and it touched Nancy's rump cheek by accident as Dan held the nozzle in place as he attempted to hold onto the item with the very same hand).

Nancy jumped against her binds when she felt it's cold steely kiss; the sensation making delightful little goosebumps rise from her flesh. She knew that metal touch. She'd have known it anywhere. In the back of her wicked little noggin she congratulated Dan for his perverse ingenuity. True deviant hedonists knew naughty genius when they saw it... or felt it!

"He's got one of Nancy's butt plug's my dear," the man's voice announced back in the secret room, "what do you think he'll want to do with tha...? Wait, yes I know what he's up to! Bravo Dan - well played!" A moment later in the darkness behind the mirror, an inspired male hand rummaged through a cabinet drawer; finding yet another one of Nancy's butt plugs. A few feet away, the contents of the other rubber irrigation device emptied steadily into a bouncing upturned female rump in the dim flickering light as a bound and gagged woman watched the television screen before her.

Nancy's belly now felt absolutely crampy; as if she were going to burst at the seams from the warm squishiness that now sloshed around in her entrails. She let out a low moan; indicating urgent need to relieve the ache that which was stretching the limits of her gut chute. She felt the enema nozzle suddenly back its way out of her bunghole and before her mind registered its absence, she felt her poo-pucker corked with polished metal (and with swiftness she'd not counted on). Dan had seated the red jeweled butt plug inside her bunghole; rendering her effectively bottled and canned!

"Hold it all in there Nancy," Dan said calmly but now with an air of authority in his voice. He moved quickly to the sink and retrieved a green plastic bucket from the cabinet below. Nancy grunted and moaned, (feeling like she could burst but at the same time noticing that she'd been quite effectively blocked "back there"). Her entrails strained and pushed it seemed in every direction as the laws of physics went to agonizing work upon her insides.

Dan returned with the bucket unceremoniously. He now had her absolutely helpless, vulnerable, (and more than a little concerned). Her guts began to rumble and grumble, as if all things gastrointestinal were somehow transforming into all things colossal and seismic.

Nancy wondered in the back of her mind if she'd need to resort to her safety word; her tortured tempestuous insides were now screaming in agony, (and apparently about to go in motion). Her lips and chin quivered below the blindfold. She became dismayed; that is until she heard Dan's voice.

"It's alright," he said reaching down and removing her blindfold. Nancy squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. Dan continued with,

"I've done this before. You aren't the first kinky girl I've been with... although it's been a while since I've been with one as kinky as you!"

With that he bent down and kissed her on her trembling lips. That kiss now was truly something for her. As the pressure inside her built and caused her to strain with anxious trepidation... so the intense sensation of his strong forceful lips on hers dialed up the pleasure sensors in her already fevered brain. Her flesh suddenly became electric, her pussy trickled dew. He'd tickled her psycho-sexual kink button in just the correct manner and now his mere kiss seemed more exciting than a thousand kisses she'd ever had - combined!

She whimpered like a whipped puppy in his mouth and he pulled back; his eyes kind and reassuring. She wouldn't be needing the safety word... she was in capable hands of a trained physician (and to her surprise and adept lover). He stepped behind her again on the other side of the pillory as her chin quivered.

Dan held the bucket with one hand as his free hand again diddled Nancy's clit from below. He was observing things; seeing how they progressed. The butt-plug was holding things fast; she couldn't have been more watertight if he'd stopped her with a rubber gasket. Her ass now bounced up and down as the strokes to her clit, the warm water, and the mineral oil all worked their magic. His fingers now pushed inside her pussy-hole and seeking out her g-spot. A yelp of pleasure from the other side of the pillory told him he'd found the target; her lovely internal trigger ready for his manipulations.

Dan began a slow determined stroke of Nancy's juice-button with three fingers. The pulsing little mass of nerves was now simply a swollen fuse that had already been lit. It was only a matter of time before all that pain, pleasure and energy were released in something spectacular. Nancy's head thrashed from side to side on the other end of the pillory. She flailed her hands and feet as over the next tortuous minute and a half the exquisite pressure built and built and built inside her until at last...

"EEEeeeyyyaghhhhh!" she screamed as a climax ripped through her body.

Her quim gushed hot steaming brine down on Dan's hand as he yanked it from her pink pussy-pit. A second later he tugged the jeweled plug that was straining against the immense pressure behind it. Conscious of what he was about to do, he held the bucket at the ready and bit his lip. His fingers touched the red jeweled bung-stopper and gave it a tug as Nancy continued to wail and cum and squirt.

Dan tugged the plug free and dropped it to the floor like a spent rocket booster. He now held the bucket with both hands. Nancy's poo-port had the appearance of a dam about to burst; a trickle of fluid having already leaked out as the plug had made its retreat. She was straining and holding it all in; wanting to let it all go and at the same time afraid, (he'd really filled that bag more than she'd anticipated). In the end she had to be told.

"Alright sweetie," Dan said forcefully with a slap to her buttocks, "let her rip!"

With that Nancy let go of everything inside her and grunted. There was a loud fart and then a huge explosion. Her insides gurgled and spouted into the bucket behind her as she moaned and howled. As Dan had expected, she'd already given herself a thorough rinsing out before-hand. The only thing that came out of her tailpipe was everything he'd put up it. By his estimation, her insides were as clean as those of a new car and what's more; they were as greased up as its axles!

She was ready. He knew it. He let her stop quaking and quivering while setting the bucket aside. Next he set to work removing her binds; wanting nothing more now than to free her from this kinky pommel horse of an apparatus, sweep her up in his arms... and then whisk her to the bed so as to enjoy that marvelous ass of hers!

The next thing she knew, Nancy was being cradled in a pair of strong arms. She was still dazed from the orgasmic release and the cleansing cataclysmic release from her insides. A pair of lips mashed against hers, comforting her and making her feel warm all over. She revived and pulled back; smiling up into his eyes.

All was set. She was ready for him to take that ass of hers properly. It was then that they both heard it.

From behind the mirror above the bed, there was a muffled scream; as though woman gagged and strained in delightful agony against her restraints. A second later behind the mirror, a splash could be heard followed by more stifled moans. The gig was up.

Dan looked immediately into Nancy's eyes; a look of concern etched on his face. Nancy brought a hand up to his chin and nodded with a smile. It was now 'time' so she calmly told him,

"Dan let me down, I suppose you'd like to know what all the noise was. I think its also time we joined the others."

"Others?" he asked with a face wearing an expression of a stunned fish.

He was incredulous. He let her down gently to her feet and her hand wrapped his. She led him to the wall next to the bed.

She yanked on a decorative wall sconce with what appeared to be a scented candle in its holder. A second later another secret door opened; revealing a dark passageway and stairs leading up to a door to the left at the top of a landing. Dan felt his heart skip a beat.

"Follow me lover," Nancy said as she took him by the hand up the stairs, "this party is just getting started."

"Party?"

"Yes," Nancy said as the naked pair climbed the stairs, "You are still going to get my ass. but I think what is about to happen, has needed to happen and is simply long overdue!"

At the top of the stairs they stopped at the doorway. Nancy turned the nob and pushed the door open. Dan could not believe what he saw inside. His eyes simply HAD to be lying to him somehow!

In the center of a darkened room on a padded leather table, a bound nude woman prostrated on her knees with her heart shaped ass pointing high and her head restrained low. Her hands and feet were restrained by Velcro straps in a light bondage style; not as severely as what Nancy had been subjected to, but if she'd used her safety-word she'd have required assistance freeing herself! Behind her a nude gentleman with a genial face stood. He was in his late fifties or early sixties by Dan's estimate and was in the process of dobbing the woman's tushy with moist towelette.​