A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 6

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[b]A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 6
By: Lord Odie[/b]

[i]Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself at: lordodietheauthor@gmail.com. If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
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[b]Wilder Evenings[/b]

Once again, Cora and Emily are reclining on their beds discussing their days with each other. As would be expected, Cora is dressed in her normal cheerleader's uniform, which consists of a tight halter-top and a short, pleated skirt. The mere sight of the eighteen-year-old's large 34D breasts packed into such a tight top, and her amazingly tight ass, would give any teenager - male or female - wet dreams.

On the other side of the room Cora's sister, Emily, is dressed in a formfitting dark blue sweater and light denim shorts. While Emily's unbelievably perky 32B breasts were much smaller than her sister's, on her noticeably more petite frame they actually look very inviting as they strain to break free from the sweater's thin material.

As both girls laid back on their beds, their conversation was centered around the slight bulges in their midsections; Cora's tummy was uncovered due to her cheerleader's outfit while Emily had her sweater bunched up under her small tits.

"And today was worse than yesterday!" Emily continued in dismay. "I mean look at my tummy!" she said, as she poked at the slightly noticeable outline of the three and a quarter inch wide, twelve inch long dilator plug which their sister Amanda had fitted her with that morning after the family's enemas.

"Well, you didn't have to wear that tight sweater after she buckled that thing up that small back door of yours, now did you," Cora responded as she played with the more noticeable bulge of the four and a quarter inch wide, thirteen inch thick dilator plug their older sister had decided to shove up her own asshole. "I'm kind of screwed with this outfit - as I didn't really have a choice - but you could have changed clothes."

"Mom said I looked cute in this! And we didn't have the time anyway. We got rushed into the car too quickly after our plug fitting for me to have run back to the room and changed. And besides, Matt said I look sexy as hell in tight sweaters. I need to make sure I keep him interested in me before our first date on Saturday."

"Ah... So now it all makes sense! You're just trying to show off to our very own swim team captain!" Cora said teasingly. "You'd better pick up the pace of your training. He's from a very conservative family who believes in proper family values. I doubt his mother would let him date a girl who bitches so much about a silly little three inch anal plug!"

"Shut up, slut!" Emily shot back, "And it's three and a quarter inches thick, thank you very much! Besides, I doubt his mother would be validating my anal training on our first date anyway. It's not like we're getting engaged."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I have gym with his twin sister, Sybil. You should see the sizes of the plugs her mother fits her with! They're huge!" Cora said as she made a circle with her hands that was at least seven inches across. "She already has to wear waist cinchers just so she doesn't cause a scene anywhere she goes. In the shower after gym, it's easy to see why.

"How was gym class with your plug today anyway?"

"It was horrible! Mrs. Schneider had us doing jumping jacks and jump rope all period! I swear to god it was less for our physical fitness and more so she could watch our tits bounce for an hour!" Emily said with distaste. "And I almost came half a dozen times because of all the jumping around. It was like this stupid plug was fucking me silly every time I moved!"

"Maybe that was her plan too?" Cora wondered. "I've seen Mrs. Schneider work a class of seniors so hard that a few of the girls actually did cum from the workout. How embarrassing would that be? Of course, it was all passed off as being out of breath from the strenuous calisthenics, but people know what it sounds like when a woman cums hard; just spending five minutes on the internet will teach anyone that much!"

"Did she get in trouble for embarrassing her students like that?"

"I heard she was reprimanded for it, but that's about it."

"Well, that's stupid! Steven Miller was expelled just last week for getting his girlfriend off in English class. And the gym teacher goes free with just a warning? How is that fair?" Emily asked angrily.

"Dunno. That how it works. I guess if you 'accidently' get a student to cum during gym that's one thing. If you make your girlfriend cum in the back of class because you're fucking her with her own unbuckled butt plug while the teacher's lecturing, that's another.

"Stacey is a whore for letting him do it anyway. I mean, come on! In public?! I wonder what her mother said afterwards. I know what our mother would say.

"And it wouldn't be anything good!" Cora concluded matter-of-factly.

Emily shuddered at the very thought. "She raised us better than that. I'd let Matt play with my plug in a dark theater - maybe - but certainly not in school. That's just horribly uncivilized!"

"Well, we were raised properly," Cora agreed.

"Speaking of English class," Emily said, changing the subject, "Missy and I were talking before my third period composition and rhetoric class. She told me about the lesson the she got from her mother last night. It actually sounds pretty fun; you interested?" the younger eighteen-year-old asked with hopeful enthusiasm.

"Depends," Cora responded hesitantly. "I assume one of us has to play the bottom?"

"Well, yeah!" Emily said with her best Valley-Girl impression.

"You up for a switch when you're done?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'm all for it!"

Emily giggled. "But you haven't even heard what her lesson was about. How can you be all for it?"

"Babe, Missy and I share study hall together; I've heard quite a few stories of what her mother does to her for her training. If what you have in mind is anything like the perverted shit I've heard come out of that girl's mouth, then I'm all for it."

"Well, okay then," Emily said as she stood up and began taking her shorts off. "Strip from the waist. We can't very well do anything perverse with your holes protected by your cheerleader's bottoms, now can we?"

"Nope," Cora agreed as she began unbuttoning her pleated skirt, "I actually think my holes have been far too protected all day!"

Lifting her hips up, Cora wiggled out of the small skirt and then raised her legs straight up to remove them completely. At that point, her legs were intercepted by Emily who finished removing the garment for her. Without letting go, Emily lowered Cora's legs down and sideways; positioning her slightly older sister on her side with her bum pointed straight out. With her sister so positioned, she began unbuckling the strap to the four and a quarter inch dilator plug trapped inside her sister's nether hole.

Cora giggled at her sister's unexpected assertiveness. "Nice, Emily. When did you become such a proficient sadist?"

"When I'm horny and my sister is looking so hot in her cheerleader's outfit, that's when!" answered Emily.

"But I'm usually wearing this and you're always horny, so that doesn't make any sense!" replied Cora as her sister finished unbuckling the large anal violator and began extracting the smooth thirteen inch toy from her pert backside. Cora only moaned at its passage as her own arousal peaked. "Could it have anything to do with your own - very recent - rediscovery of that tiny, barely-fucked-hole you call an asshole?" she said tauntingly.

"Why don't you just shut up and put that mouth of yours to work on something useful," Emily demanded as she handed her sister the recently freed - and slightly dirty - plug. Obediently, Cora took the thick tool and began washing its circumference with her tongue.

With her sister silenced for now, Emily stopped to admire the gaping hole between her lovely sister's athletic bubble butt. Her mouth salivated at the beautiful sight. Licking her lips, Emily quickly pulled Cora's masturbation kit out from underneath her bed and began rummaging through it for the supplies she'd need. She knew her sister would love what she had in mind. Her own pussy was practically gushing with anticipation. In fact, she was so hot with the scheme of what she had in store for Cora that she hadn't even bothered to remove her shoes or the sizable dilation dildo from her own sore backside.

In fact, the only thing that excited her more than the torment that she was about to inflict on her favorite sister was the knowledge that she was next.

Or maybe it was the fact that Cora would be the one to do the inflicting.

Slightly confused by the blurred distinction, Emily - undeterred - went about her business of preparing the torment that both of them would soon be enduring.

* * *

A little while later, Laura and Amanda arrived home at the Wilder domicile after their respective long days at work. After Laura parked her car, they walked through the garage's inner door into the large and well equipped kitchen. "God! What a day!" Amanda exclaimed as she arched her back and stretched; her massive tit meat straining against the expensively tailored little black dress as she did so.

Laura's eyes hungrily admired the swell of mammaries straining against their restrictive fabric as she watched her eldest daughter work some of the day's stress out. Laura's day at the Too Big To Fail Investment Bank had been a long and frustrating one. She'd forgotten how much harder it was to go though the day with an 'appropriately sized' daily plug locked inside her butt. She'd become far too accustomed to ones that were 'just big enough'.

"You're telling me! It's been a long time since I've worn something so large for so long," the mother of five commented as she unconsciously massaged her sore bottom through her equally expensively tailored business suit's skirt. "Beverly - you know my boss - kept asking me what was wrong as I fidgeted all morning during the board meeting. I finally had to tell her that I was suffering from a little rectal fever, but that I was okay."

"Hehe. And what did she say to that?" Amanda inquired as she continued to rub the knots out of the small of her back.

"She only smiled and told me not to worry about it. 'I see. That's been going around lately', she said. Come to think of it, she was out sick for three days last week with the same thing. Actually, she's still moving around a little slowly. I don't think she's fully over it yet to be honest," Laura said with her own smile. Beverly had confided in her last week that her husband had finally opened up her rear hole enough to get the next size plug to fully seat. Much to the forty-eight year old executive's distress, her husband had increased the size of her daily plug along with it.

Beverly had been Laura's boss at TBTF for nearly half of the twenty years she'd worked there. Accordingly, the women had quite a close working relationship. After all, when Laura had first started with the company at the tender age of twenty-six, she'd been Beverly's secretary. Back then, the two had enjoyed a near identical relationship to the one Laura and her own secretary, Tanya, did now. In fact, Beverly still had the keys to all the padlocks Laura's used to secure her daily plugs - a gift from Laura's late husband Dave at a Christmas partly long since forgotten. Because of that, Laura knew what she was in for when the hour and a half long lunch meeting invite popped up on her calendar shortly after the board meeting had ended. That meeting ended up being a major contributor to Laura's sore butt that she continued to massage through her skirt.

Beverly had politely explained that she needed to look out for the wellbeing of her best account manager, and the best way to do that was to ensure that her new butt plug was properly seated. It took the slightly older woman nearly half an hour just to ensure the gigantic fake phallus was situated perfectly inside Laura's overstretched rectum. Of course, that was after the half hour of Laura bent over her boss's desk with her skirt hiked up, hands spreading her cheeks apart, while Beverly worked the five and three quarter inch monster with vicious enthusiasm in and out of her spasming anus.

Beverly's own three daughters had grown up and moved out years ago, but her maternal instincts remained as strong as ever. Mostly, those instincts were focused on her well trained twenty-three year old secretary, Alyssa. Occasionally, however, her ex-secretary, Senior Account Manager Laura Wilder, found herself at their center.

During the course of the lunch meeting, the older woman's maternal instincts weren't finally sated until Laura had cum over a dozen times from the expert manipulation of her strained nether hole.

"But enough about my day, how was the Expo, honey?" Laura asked her daughter as she dropped her purse onto the kitchen counter and bent down to take off her five inch heals; knowing full well that the position gave Amanda a spectacular view of her upturned ass.

"It went well enough," Amanda replied as she admired her mother's muscular ass cheeks and the long legs beneath the conservative mid-thigh length skirt. "Today was really just a warm up for tomorrow; that's when the bulk of the convention's participants will be there. I actually never had to personally demonstrate a single thing all day! My girls did their jobs perfectly."

Amanda was truly very proud of her half dozen temporary employees. The GirlSupply modeling agency had provided Anal By Design a variety of twenty-something booth girls to showcase and demonstrate her company's wares to prospective customers. Despite a steady flow of people through her stall, there was always an eager booth girl waiting to be of service. More precisely, there was always a booth girl's eager nether hole to be of service. Amanda had no doubt that tomorrow would be different though; her own back orifice was likely to get quite the workout.

"I did bring home a few new items from our spring catalog that I'm sure you and the girls will really appreciate though," Amanda said mischievously and motioned towards the large gym bag she'd dropped just inside the door.

"Oooo! My heart's a-flutter!" Laura exclaimed as she stood up, after having freed her feet from her Italian leather high heels. "Something for tonight or something for tomorrow morning's plug fitting? This morning's session caught us all by surprise, by the way."

Earlier that morning, after the family's morning enemas, Amanda had insisted that her mother and two youngest siblings be fitted with dilator plugs that were very nearly their maximum capacity. In Emily and Cora's case, Amanda told them that if she had to spend the night stretched to her new five and five eighths inch maximum capacity by the dildo locked up her aching bottom, the two over-eager teenagers could go through the day wearing three and a quarter inch and four and a quarter inch butt stretchers; Emily's selected toy was twelve inches long while her sisters was thirteen inches. The two youngsters couldn't argue her logic and had only moaned softly as their oldest sister inserted the two sizable toys into the pair's pliable anuses. Their dildo straps were then tightly buckled and small padlocks were attached to each girl.

In Laura's case, her daughter had chosen the aforementioned five and three quarter inch wide nineteen inch long ass titan; which had been locked securely in place for almost ten hours now. She had originally tried to argue against something so large, as she had a board meeting that morning but, at her eldest daughter's insistence, had allowed herself to be fully impaled on the painfully thick bitch tamer.

Amanda's own butt was packed full with a five and three eights inch dilator to match the rest of her family's size theme. However, Amanda's daily plug was the only one not locked in place as her back hole needed to be accessible throughout the day at the Women's Health and Wellness Expo. The keys to the other Wilder women's straps were kept at home for safe keeping; Laura's in the family's bathroom and Cora and Emily's in their bedroom.

"Both, actually," Amanda replied; her grin only got wider. "But before we get to that, we should really freshen up and change out of our work clothes."

"Agreed," her mother said. "I could really use an enema or two and get out of this corset. I swear; I've been wearing one for almost a solid day and a half now! I'm sure you can say the same."

"Now that you mention it, mother, with the exception of my shower this morning, I've been poured into a tightly laced corset for longer than that. It'd be nice to breath uninhibited for a while," she agreed before adding, "I mean the corset; not the plug sticking into my lungs. That feeling is rather comforting, actually."

Laura sighed. "You are your mother's daughter, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically as she stepped closer to the younger woman and leaned in for a deep kiss. As their tongues danced in each other's mouths, hands quickly found breasts in need of groping and nipples in need of tweaking. Both women were soon moaning in barely suppressed desire to rip off the other's clothes right there in the kitchen.

"Patience, dear," Laura chided as Amanda nibbled on her earlobe; all her daughters knew full well that their mother's ears were amongst her most sensitive erogenous zones after all. It was an empty reproach though as Laura's own hand was down the front of her daughter's black dress and was busy rolling the nipple it had found there forcefully between finger and thumb. With great self control, Laura pushed her horny daughter away; and regretfully removed her hand from the inside of the younger woman's dress.

"Patience," she repeated. "Now, why don't you grab your bag of tricks and meet me in the bathroom. I need to check in on your younger sisters."

"Alright, mom, but don't take too long or I might start without you!" Amanda made a playful biting motion with her mouth before grabbing her gym bag and making for the Wilder family's communal bathroom.

Laura watched her eldest daughter strut away and admired the young woman's curves. Damn! Dave and I do good work! She said to herself before turning to head off towards Cora and Emily's room.

“Now I wonder what those two young hellions are up to this evening”, she thought to herself as she walked. “Whatever it is, I hope they're using proper lubrication this time. That was awfully selfish of them to wear out their tight holes so completely that their own mother couldn't even play with them. Of course, I really wouldn't have had a chance to anyway; what with me being tied to a bed all last night. But that's not the point!”

Laura smiled as she remembered last night's punishment session with Amanda. We really should do that again sometime, she concluded. Not tonight; I'm still way to sore for that! But definitely soon.

Her reminiscing had taken her almost to her two youngest daughter's bedroom. As expected, heated passion-filled moaning was emanating from the door-less portal. Laura slowed her approach, not wanting to disturb her daughters while they played, and peaked around the doorframe.

Emily was on her back in the middle of her sister's bed wearing nothing but sneakers and a deep blue sweater that was bunched up below her perky 32B cup breasts. The teenager's wrists were shackled to the bed's far corners. Her legs were pulled backwards and her ankles were cuffed to her wrists. The result was two spread wide and defenseless holes pointing straight up in the air. Her sister, Cora, was exploiting her vulnerability commendably as she drove a very large - for Emily, at least - veined dildo forcefully into the upturned girl's backside. Cora still wore her cheerleading halter-top and white socks as she held the handle of the fake dick with both hands and used all her leverage to pound the tool as deeply into the bowels of her younger sister as she could.

The pair usually got home from school over an hour before their mother got there; they normally used the time for sisterly bonding. Laura estimated by Emily's cries of approaching ecstasy, that her pounding hadn't been going on that long. Her assumption was confirmed with one look at Cora's red and puffy ass lips; which were clearly visible between the teen's toned cheeks; obviously, Cora had gone first this evening and the pair had just recently switched places.

Laura, still not wanting to disturb her daughters in the middle of their sibling bonding, lingered out of sight for a few minutes to observe her two youngest children play with each other. Only when Emily finally crashed into her first true screaming orgasm did Laura at last turn away and continue on towards the bathroom.

She was so grateful Emily and Cora got along as well as they did. They really were good girls. Laura made a mental note to tell them so more often.

As she started down the hall, a loud scream of pleasure came from the direction of the bathroom. Laura smiled to herself as she knew instinctively that the scream belonged to her middle daughter, Naomi. Laura had forced enough orgasms out of the lithe masochist to know the cry by heart. Of course, she knew the distinct sounds that all her girls made when they came. A good mother should always know the sounds her children made when they were happy.

* * *

On a more direct route than her mother, Amanda arrived at the bathroom's door-less entrance to find it occupied by a very pregnant looking Naomi stepping out of the shower. The tall twenty-two year old was far from actually pregnant though. It was obvious that the petite, masochistic brunette was just finishing up her daily enema routine; the two feet of rubber hosing hanging down from between her tight buttocks was a dead giveaway. The hose was standard bathroom equipment in the Wilder home - most homes for that matter - and was connected to a retaining plug that filled and expanded with water to seal up the rear orifice to prevent leaks. By twisting the knobs on its base, one could either drain the water out of the plug itself, drain the water out of the plugged woman, or both at the same time if that was desired.

"Hiya, sis!" Amanda exclaimed as she entered the Wilder family's communal bathroom.

Naomi jumped in surprise at the unexpected voice. "God damn it, Amanda!" she said spinning around; her rubber tail wrapping itself around her leg from the momentum. "You scared the shit out of me!" she added as her hands steadied her bulging belly as the copious amount of water sloshing around in her intestines almost made her lose her balance.

"I can see that! You almost fell over," Amanda responded as she crossed the large bathroom towards her younger sister. "Getting ready for work I assume?"

"Yup, but I overslept. So I'm in kind of a hurry this evening. I didn't even have a chance to get off before I climbed out of bed; that hardly ever happens!"

"Wow! A woman should never be so rushed that she can't even find the time for a few solid cums before she gets out of bed!" Amanda exclaimed. After Emily and Cora had unlocked Amanda and their mother that morning, Laura and Amanda had managed to bring themselves to half a dozen pleasantly hard orgasms before her phone's alarm went off. The traditional sixty-nine with maximum capacity dildos locked into willing rectums had been an acceptable means of orgasm for generations. Whether the participants were sisters, sisters-in-law, mother and daughter, roommates or a lesbian married couple didn't matter.

Looking back down at her sisters swollen belly, she had to ask, "How many quarts do you have inside you anyway? You look amazingly full."

"Oh, only about four and a half. That's about all I can fit inside me. I'm just too skinny to get anymore in," she added regretfully.

"Personally, I'd call you 'petite' or 'healthy', but not 'skinny'" Amanda commented as her horny eyes ran up and down her sisters naked and dripping body. At 5'11", Naomi was the taller than her mother and all of her sisters. On a shorter woman, her 34C breasts would have looked larger; on Naomi, they were very proportional. Had she have inherited the massive tits of her mother and most of her sisters, Naomi would have looked top-heavy with such a thin frame.

"I'm actually surprised you could get any more than three and a half or four quarts inside." Amanda commented.

"I can actually get a little more inside right after a good orgasm. I guess because I'm more relaxed," Naomi said sheepishly.

"That's the way it works with all of us. When Mother was enema training me, we would stay in the shower room for hours as she got me off again and again. After each orgasm I could take a little more water," Amanda reminisced fondly. "What pressure level did you have the enema faucet set at to get that much in your intestines anyway?"

"Eight and a half," Naomi answered. "I've tried nine before, but that was too much even for me!"

"Now that is saying something coming from such a certified torture mouse like you!" Amanda exclaimed. "I imagine that little pussy of yours is just dripping from the pressure of all that water stretching you out," she stated as her right hand reached under the bulging stomach of her little sister to find the moist honey pot between the woman's long and shapely legs. Sure enough, the bald-shaved slit was hot and puffy and offered no resistance at all as Amanda sunk three fingers into the sopping hole with ease; eliciting a groan of uncomfortable pleasure from the younger woman.

"Shit! Not so many fingers, Amanda," Naomi protested. "I've really got to pee!" Her complaint was hollow though; her arousal was given away when her hips immediately began to gyrate as her older sister's fingers plunged in and out of her hot front hole.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Amanda said, pouting her lips in apparent sympathy. "Here, does this help," she asked pleasantly as she added a fourth finger; sinking all of them up the slippery hole to the third knuckle.

"Yes! I mean no!" Naomi cried as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

"Awe, poor baby! Are you going to piss yourself right in front of your older sister?"

"If you don't stop it right now, I might!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself! What would our mother say? Would you like me to stop?" Amanda asked mischievously.

Naomi panted for a few seconds, her face distorted in obvious effort to hold in her full bladder before finally answering, "Fuck it! If I piss myself, I piss myself!"

"So, should I take that as a 'no'. As in, 'no, big sister, I don't want you to take your fingers out of my naughty pussy'?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"I mean no!"

"No, what?"

Naomi looked at Amanda reproachfully before answering, "No, big sister, I don't want you to take your fingers out of my naughty pussy!"

"Spoken like a good Wilder girl! But we can't have you peeing all over the floor, now can we?" the older woman asked as she brought her thumb up to her younger sister's urethra. She'd intended on putting pressure on the small hole to prevent any unwanted leakage but was surprised when the digit sunk into Naomi's tightest hole up to the first knuckle with hardly any difficulty at all.

Naomi gasped as her knees began to quiver.

"Jesus, girl! You've been using that set of dilation catheters than Nana gave all her daughters and grand-daughters for Christmas last year, haven't you?" Amanda asked as she let her thumb slip deeper still into her sister's evidently-not-so-tight peehole.

"Well, yeah," Emily groaned. "They hurt like a bitch! But there're very few better orgasms I've had than with big catheter up my pisshole and a huge dildo up my ass! I recommend it, actually," she said and then began whimpering at the familiar feeling of something rubbing against her G-spot from the wrong side. She knew that an orgasm wasn't far off.

Amanda wanted to confess that she and Todd had actually been using Nana's Christmas gift quite often. She'd heard from numerous friends that urethral sex was the newest craze in Europe now and it was starting to make headway in the States. Todd had been curious and had decided to open Amanda up to the possibility; in a manner of speaking. Although, it would still be quite a while until any kind of real penetration wound be possible.

Instead, Amanda concentrated on sinking her four fingers up her sisters overly lubricated cunt and her thumb up the smaller hole right next to that more traditional entrance. Naomi was now audibly moaning from the unexpected penetration. Her hands had found her sensitive nipples and were now pinching and rolling the tender nubs quite roughly; exactly the way she loved it. She was her mother's daughter after all.

Amanda leaned in to tongue fuck her sibling's mouth as her left hand moved Naomi's hand aside to continue brutally tormenting her left tit. The two sisters kissed deeply and passionately as the younger was brought closer and closer to her first orgasm of the day. Amanda herself was smoldering with desire for anyone now. In the span of five minutes, she'd deeply kissed her mother and sister and not one of them had yet touched her aching pussy or needy ass. That would have to be rectified; and soon!

Between Naomi's trembling legs, Amanda's hand was fully buried in the two horny holes. She was basically sliding her hand forward to sink her thumb as far into her sister's pisshole as it could go and then backwards to fill Naomi's dripping pussy with as much hand as she could while still keeping her thumb inside the foremost hole. The effect was driving Naomi wild.

In less than two minutes of perverse fingering, Naomi finally screamed in orgasm. Amanda had to hold onto her younger sister to keep her standing upright; a maneuver more easily said than done due to the latter's impressively inflated abdomen getting in the way. If not for the retaining plug spreading Naomi's anus out to its maximum, she probably would have expelled her enema right there in the middle of the bathroom instead of the toilet that was her original destination.

After half a minute of thrashing and wobbling, Naomi finally came down from her orgasm induced heights. With a shuddering sigh of contentedness, her eyes finally came back into focus.

"Do you feel better now that you've had a good cum?" Amanda asked her sister.

"Damn straight," Naomi replied emphatically. "Thanks. I needed that."

"Good, now why don't we go back into the shower area and see if we can't force a little more water up you," Amanda suggested. "You should be nice and relaxed after that orgasm. It sounded like it was a good one."

"It was, but I really should be emptying out and getting dressed for work," she protested slightly.

"Don't be silly! I can top you off and you can let it churn while you dry yourself. You'll enjoy it; I promise. Um, you might want to plug up your piss hole when I take my thumb out," Amanda said just as she pulled her fingers out of the girl-cum filled fuck hole and her thumb out of the smaller opening right in front of it.

Quickly, Naomi shot her hands down to her pussy and applied pressure to her stretched out urethra. She was mostly successful and only a dribble of urine leaked onto the floor.

Amanda smiled at her sister's plight as she brought her fingers up to her mouth to wash them off. As she happily tongue-washed her sweetly flavored digits, she reached around her sister to grab the rubber hose hanging from Naomi's deeply buried retention plug. Using the hose like a leash, she began walking back into the shower. Naomi only had to feel the slightest tug on her plug to convince her to walk after her big sister. Although, considering the poor girl was desperately struggling to keep liquid from blowing out her front and rear holes, Naomi was best described as waddling after her big sister.

"I know you've had the same enema training as I had from mom," Amanda said around the pussy juice soaked fingers in her mouth. "You know better than to think you've filled yourself up completely without even a single orgasm. No one knows a girl's true maximum water capacity like someone else. That's always what Dad said when he'd keep topping mom off while they got ready for work," she said with fond memories of her crying and begging mother as she was periodically hooked up to the exact same enema faucet as she was hooking Naomi up to now. "He'd always say mom looked more pregnant with a belly full of water than she did when she actually was pregnant with any of us girls.

"Kind of like you look right now, actually." Amanda said smiling as she turned the water on once again. She didn't want to cause her sibling any undue pain, even though the horny little pain slut would probably have loved it dearly, so she kept the pressure setting at only eight and a half.

Naomi only groaned and held her stomach with both hands as the water flowed once more into her cramping ass. But Amanda was right: More water did go in.

Quite a bit more actually.

* * *

After her lengthy delay watching her youngest daughters bond with each other, Laura entered the bathroom just in time to see Naomi throw her head back and groan as Amanda began topping off her guts with painful amounts of water. That brings back memories, Laura thought to herself, as she remembered her and Dave's normal morning ritual. After they'd showered together, and Laura had been filled to the brim with her initial enema, Dave would sit her at her vanity and spread her legs wide. One of her daughters would then be ordered to climb under the table and orally administer to their mother. Of course, as Dave repeatedly walked by getting ready himself, he would come up behind Laura as she applied her makeup and roughly grab and twist her massive tits in his large hands; which was just the way she loved them to be treated.

Almost every time he did so, her self-restraint would fail and she's crash into orgasm. And each time she came, Dave would take her back into the shower to top her off with yet more water; only to be led back to the vanity to continue in her preparations for the coming day. It never failed: by the time she actually had applied all her makeup, she would have cum at least six or eight times. The hardest part, Laura remembered, was trying to apply mascara while she cried in pain from her cramping abdomen while at the same time tried not to moan in ecstasy as her clit and pussy were devoured by one of her well trained daughters. How she ever got her makeup on straight, she honestly never knew.

Once Laura's makeup met with Dave's approval, she would finally be allowed to void herself in the toilet. While whichever daughter was on 'Mommy Duty' that morning quickly got herself ready for school or college, Laura would go into her wardrobe and pour herself into one of her fully boned corsets and ensure it was just tight enough to start impeding her breathing. After dressing in whatever other attire she planned on going to work in that day, she'd return to the bathroom where Dave would have her daily plug laid out and ready to go. The plugs Dave selected for her were almost always dilator plugs; the diameter of Laura's anal opening was always of topmost importance in Dave’s opinion.

Laura would normally have to mount the plugs on her vanity's chair - which was helpfully magnetized to better facilitate this - and slowly impale herself on the organ-rearranging latex tool. Once fully seated, she'd buckle the monstrous toy inside with her corset's dildo strap and go find Dave in the bedroom - normally as he was adjusting his tie - and allow him to verify she had buckled the strap tightly enough; of course she never did. Taking the strap in both hands, Dave would literally lift his wife off the floor to ensure that the tightest hole in the buckle could be engaged. This inevitably slammed the horrible latex dong invading Laura's defenseless rectum to its maximum possible depth. As a consequence, Laura could always count on having the tip of her daily plug interfering with her breathing as much as the tightness of her corset all day long. It goes without saying that Dave would finally lock the plug in place with a small padlock before smoothing out his wife's clothing to ensure she was presentable.

Afterwards, as Laura looked into the mirror everyday before she left for work, the knowledge that the prim and proper, professional looking business woman in the $3000 skirt-suit looking back at her actually had a anal plug on the order of half a foot wide and two feet long padlocked up her ass, which was in turn being compressed by a thick and oppressively laced corset that pushed her massive tits up and out and - which, the corset in and of itself, could have doubled for a medieval torture device - almost made her cum again on the very spot. She thanked God every morning that the beautifully composed woman she saw in the mirror every day was in fact: her. With her head held high, and her ass dilated to near capacity, she would turn and proudly walk out the door to face her day.

Laura missed those days as much as she missed Dave, but with Amanda at home indefinitely, Laura had high hopes she could get her life back in order again.

The Wilder matriarch shook away the memories of the past and walked proudly into the bathroom. In the shower area, Amanda had dropped to her knees and was orally administering to her younger sister's greedy cunt. Obviously, Naomi would need a few more orgasms to be relaxed enough to get the most out of her daily enemas.

Smiling fondly at how much loving attention her oldest daughter was giving to her younger sibling, Laura passed through the bathroom and made for her bedroom to get out of her work clothes. Naturally, Amanda would have to unlock her mother's dildo strap so that she could actually unlace the corset and remove the massive five and three quarter inch wide, nineteen inch long anal penetrator that was secured, safe and sound, inside Laura's widely dilated nether hole. Once Amanda had shed her work clothes - and of course her own nearly as massive daily plug - there would be two more pregnant looking women in the bathroom; bottoms filled to the bursting point with hot, clean water. Of that, Laura was absolutely positive.

Laura shuddered slightly in anticipation of her imminent rectal filling; she could feel her nipples hardening against the cups of her corset in eagerness of some rough treatment. She was entirely convinced that she would soon be experiencing at first hand some of the loving care which Amanda was giving to Naomi right this second. Laura certainly planned on ensuring Amanda's own enema capacity would be reached with multiple orgasms of her own; her loving mother would see to that.

Laura shed her suit coat and unbuttoned her silky white blouse; folding both carefully across a nearby armoire. Next came her skirt, and black stockings, leaving the forty-six year old knockout clad only in a tight black corset that ran from her pelvic bone to just high enough to cover most of her pink nipples; and, of course, the massive latex column buried deeply in her anal cavity.

Giddy with excitement, she turned and headed for the bathroom once again.

Large volume enemas were always the best way to start and end a work day. At least that's what she'd constantly told her girls during their training. Always one to follow her own advice, Laura entered the bathroom ready and willing to participate; that is, just as soon as she could get her daily plug unlocked and removed.

Amanda was still in the shower, happily munching away at Naomi's spasming pussy. Well, this won't do at all, Laura thought to herself as she crossed the large bathroom towards her two daughters. Naomi is getting all the attention and Amanda is still fully clothed in her little black dress from the convention. At least they haven't turned the water on; it might get ruined, she added as an afterthought.

Laura opened the glass door to the large shower area as happily asked, "Amanda, would you like mother to take over so you can get undressed? We're both in need of soapy enemas too, in case you've forgotten."

Looking up from her task, face glistening with Naomi's excretions, she answered, "That sounds like a great idea, mom! Thanks!" She stood up, grunting in slight pain as the five and three eights inch, eighteen inch long butt stretcher secured up her hinny hole shifted uncomfortably. "I've already gotten the little minx off twice. I figure one or two more orgasms and she should actually be full," she added, stepping over to her mother. Once again, the two women's mouths met as their tongues played tag. Amanda's playful fingers quickly found her mother's moist front hole and buried themselves into the sweet wetness.

Naomi whined in frustration at her suddenly untended pussy. She was very near her third orgasm after all. Not being able to help herself, she stuck her right index finger into her piss hole and the other three fingers from that hand into her cunt and started to masturbate at the sight of her mother and older sister making out mere feet from where she was standing.

Laura merely grunted at the [not unexpected] penetration. The taste of her middle child's vaginal fluids fresh on the lips of her oldest was a fantastic bonus to the passionate kissing. Despite her own horniness, and the pleasurable sensations from her daughter's long fingers as they worked themselves in and out of her moist slit, she broke off the kiss.

"Quit getting distracted, baby!" she said sternly. "Now go get undressed and get back in here. And don't forget the key to your mother's corset; women can't get proper enemas while their guts are harshly compressed, now can they?"

"You just want to get that horrible thing out of your ass, don't you?" responded Amanda playfully. "Don't worry. I promise that well trained back hole of yours won't stay empty any longer than it absolutely has to," she added as she turned to leave. "Oh! And she just drained her bladder," she said licking her lips, "a few minutes ago, so don't blame her if she doesn't have any hot piss for you to drink. But don't worry, mommy, I've got to piss like a race horse so you'll have something to imbibe while we're filling up."

Laura smiled back at her daughter as the younger woman left the shower area. "Thanks, honey. Hurry back!" she said as she knelt before Naomi; and immediately grunted as the massive invader in her compressed guts rearranged her battered organs. Gently pulling her daughter's fingers out from the slick holes they were pounding into, Laura locked her mouth around her daughter's the clit as she pressed three of her own fingers into the sloppy pussy below her mouth. The fact that one of her daughter's fingers had been up a different opening did not escape Laura's notice. I guess she's been putting Mother's Christmas gift to good use, she thought to herself. I can't say I'm surprised actually.

Knowing how open her daughter's urethra was, Laura wasted no time in burying her tongue up the tangy hole and wiggling it around. Naomi came almost instantly from the intense sensation. She was only able to remain standing by holding onto her mother's head and riding out the powerful orgasm; an orgasm that lasted quite a while as Laura's powerful tongue refused to let up its sustained assault on Naomi's tightest orifice.

Finally, when Laura sensed her daughter was near to passing out, she stopped her powerful tongue thrusts into that most taboo of holes and reverted to light, playful licks around the exterior of Naomi's dripping slit. As the twenty-two year old woman recovered from her strongest orgasm of the day - at least so far - Laura ensured she had as much pussy juice licked off of the woman's bald cunt as she could.

"That sounded like a nice one, baby girl," Laura said lovingly as she reached up to massage her daughter's swollen abdomen. "Do you think you're ready for a little more water before we finish up?"

"Please, mother. No more," was all Naomi managed to get out before her mother opened the tap once more. She only groaned loudly as yet more water found its way into her - once again - more relaxed body.

"Nonsense! See? I knew we could get some more in there!" exclaimed Laura as the inward flow tricked to a stop once more. "Now why don't you get yourself dried off and put on your makeup while you let your enema simmer for a few minutes. You'll want to be nice and clean back there before you head off to work."

"Yes... mother..." was all the petite brunette managed to get out in a soft, defeated voice.

As Naomi slowly waddled out the shower door and towards her room down the hall, Laura tried to stand up with as much dignity as she could with her daily dilator again jostling her insides. Following her daughter out into the bathroom proper, Laura found Amanda standing near the bay of sinks against the far wall; unbuckling her dildo strap. The stunning twenty eight year old read head was dressed in only a corset very similar to the one her mother wore; only the younger woman's nipples were fully exposed by the quarter cups of her well constructed lingerie. As Laura approached, her eldest daughter finally got the strap undone and managed to catch the massive veined faux phallus before it could slip out of her brutalized hole and onto the bathroom floor.

"Shit! I almost lost it," she exclaimed holding the five and three eights inch thick toy half way out of her dilapidated anal entrance.

"Here, let me help you with that," Laura offered helpfully as she came up behind her daughter. Bending over slightly, she ogled her offspring's amazing assets close up as she took a hold of the stupendous dilator plug and finished its full eighteen inch extraction. "There, I bet that feels better! That monster has been in there for almost ten hours."

Laura placed the slick latex toy in the plug washer under the sink while her daughter stretched and tried to get used to odd feeling of cool air rushing into the depths of her intestines.

"It's somewhat relieving, yes," Amanda agreed. "But I really do hate the feeling of emptiness inside me."

"You're just like your mother. We Wilder women grow so used to having our backsides packed to the brim that it just feels odd when they're not. I'm forty-six and I still haven't gotten used to that empty feeling. The only thing we can do is to make sure our butts don't stay empty for long."

"That's the plan," Amanda agreed whole heartedly. "Now speaking of empty butts, let's get yours empty and gaping so we can get nice and clean together," she added, turning around and displaying the small key to her mother's dildo harness and corset straps.

"That sounds lovely!" Laura proclaimed as she stepped in to taste her daughter's mouth once again. This time it was Amanda's turn to get the bonus of Naomi's fresh juices from her mother's lips.

As the two women greedily devoured each other, Amanda reached around to the small of her mother's back and opened the padlock to the older woman's strongly boned corset . Setting the key and lock on the sink behind her, Amanda then focused on releasing the titanic plug held securely up her mother's well stretched anal cavity. With a few deft maneuvers of her skilled fingers, she had the dildo strap undone. Breaking the deep kiss at last, Amanda turned her mother around to extract the huge plug from its resting place.

Laura sighed with pleasure as she felt every glorious inch of the veined toy pulling at her blown out anal ring as it left her body at last. All too soon, it popped free of her well lubricated hole with a squishy popping sound. Laura pouted at the annoying feeling of emptiness deep in her body that her daughter had just got done complaining about.

"Missing this already, mom?" Amanda asked as she placed the impressive tool into the plug washer next to her own discarded daily dilator.

"Yes, dear. I am," Laura replied truthfully. "Let's hurry up and get cleaned out so you can show me the toys you brought home from the Wellness Expo! It's not nice to keep your mother waiting in suspense for very long, you know."

"Oh stop being so melodramatic! You can stand being empty for a few minutes, or are you really that much of a turbo slut?" she asked raising her eyebrow.

"Do you really need to ask such a question?" Laura answered. "You share half my DNA. How long could you stand being empty when you know your butt has a surprise waiting for it in the next room?"

Amanda paused for a second as she considered her mother's question before answering. "You're right. Let's get these corsets off, get cleaned out, and get that bag open!" Amanda immediately reached behind herself to start unlacing the cords that were holding the corset tightly closed.

"That's what I figured you'd say," her mother remarked casually as she went about removing her own corset.

Minutes later, the two naked women were sitting next to each other on the wide enema cones extending from the center of two of the bathroom's bidets. The bidets were basically computerized washing machines designed to effectively clean out a woman's rectal tract. The washing cycle took about five minutes to get even the dirtiest woman sparkling clean. The manually administered high volume enemas that would follow were more for tradition and recreation that actual personal hygiene; not that Laura or Amanda had any intention of not following custom.

As the pair sat there and waited for their high colonic wash cycles to complete, they passed the time with small talk about their recent anal encounters, part-time lovers, work, etcetera; accompanied by quite a bit of nipple grabbing. It was nothing out of the ordinary for proper behavior for a mother and daughter.

Finally, a pair of robotic dings and blinking green LEDs announced that the pair of over-dilated anal openings were clean and ready for more play. As the two crossed the bathroom hand in hand for the showers and their waiting retention plugs, they continued their playful banter. It wasn't long before soft moans of pleasure began coming from the showers as Laura and Amanda took turns getting each other off. These pleasurable sounds were only interrupted by higher pitched screams of one orgasming woman or another. After that there would then be the distinct sound of gurgling water as the orgasmee was topped off before the pleasurable moans could once again be heard.

The two sexually charged women came half a dozen times each. The resulting enemas ended up being very high volume indeed.

* * *

"So, Amanda - baby - what's in the bag?" Laura asked as the two were finishing drying off in the master bedroom after their extended enema-turned-shower-turned-mother-daughter-bonding moment.

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot about the presents I brought home for you, Cora and Emily!" Amanda said, feigning forgetfulness as she crossed to the foot of her mother's huge bed to where her suitcases were laying. "Why don't we wait till after dinner, though. Our bottoms need time to rest; we don't want to strain ourselves, now do we?" she asked as she bent over to sift through her folded and organized evening attire.

Laura turned from where she had been looking through her own collection of lingerie and silky robes to watch the bent over form of her eldest daughter as she tried to select something fun to wear. The younger woman's widely dilated anus hung loosely open to almost five inches across. Laura swore she could see so far into her daughter it that she could count the breaths. The cumulative effects of long hours of forced stretching from the large daily plug and the last half hour or so of high volume enemas - which, out of necessity, were always accompanied by the largest of retaining plugs - had worn the poor hole completely out. Laura knew that if she wanted to play more with that amazing orifice tonight, she would need to give it a rest.

And the broad, yawning chasm between her own firm butt cheeks would need a brief respite as well. She certainly wanted her daughters to play with that well-used hole much more tonight before it was bed time. And so Laura reluctantly agreed that her daughter had a point.

"Fine! Keep your secrets!" she said in a mockingly hurt tone. She then turned back around to find something for herself to wear. Laura ended up selecting one of her favorite black baby-doll nighties. The extra thin, silky material always felt so good against her naked flesh. This particular model came with quarter cups which pushed her impressive mammaries up and together for some truly awe-inspiring cleavage; while at the same time leaving her normally hard nipples totally exposed and available. The transparent skirt began under her huge breasts and ended just above her pubic bone so as not to cover up her wet pussy or ever-gaping ass.

Dave and her daughters were always turned on when she wore this type of clothing around the house; which is why Laura normally chose to wear her sexiest nighties almost every night. She knew she was condemning herself to a night full of painful nipple tweaks, incessant pussy fingering, and random objects finding their way up her backside, just because it was there and on display, while being wide open and gaping.

Laura had always made sure she expressed her gratitude to the sales girls at Veronica's Secrets during her frequent shopping trips there. Everything in that store was designed to display and accentuate the female form for the viewing pleasure of others. It was Laura's favorite store for a reason, after all.

Amanda had selected a short, purple satin Kimono robe. While not as revealing as attire as her mother's outfit, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material and the wrap of the robe gave Amanda's large breasts some admiral cleavage to display. And while the robe was slightly longer than her mother's nightie, it was still short enough that her bald mons venus managed to peak past its edges as she walked.

In essence, both women looked spectacularly titillating and ready for perverse sexual ravishment at a moment's notice. For once, looks weren't deceiving.

Amanda walked up behind her mother as she was adjusting her cleavage for maximum effect in one of the room's many floor length mirrors. "You look amazing as always, mom," she said as she reached around her mother to grab both stiff nipples between fingers and thumbs. All it took was solid pressure and a firm rotating motion to get her mother's head to roll back against her shoulder.

"Damn it, baby! I just got done getting my tits the way I liked them!"

"You mean on display so we can play with them?" she asked honestly. "Exactly like this?"

"Well, yes. But I still want everything to be even."

"Would you like me to stop then?" Amanda asked innocently as she pinched her mother's sensitive nipples between her index fingernails and her thumbs as hard as she could. Laura only gasped and reached her arms up to grab her daughter's head; and to get those same arms out of the way of Amanda's strong hands and what they were doing to her crushed nubs.

"No, dear. That's alright," Laura responded. "You can just go ahead and play with mommy's nipples for a little bit; you've earned a little fun for how much you've helped mommy over the past day or so."

Amanda felt her pussy melt as her mother slipped into the third-person. "You know what it does to me when you talk like that, mother!" she said reproachfully. "And we just agreed our butt holes needed a rest before we play with them some more."

"Awe... Is mommy's little girl sore up her lovely bottom?" Laura persisted playfully as her reddening nipples continued to be roughly treated. "Would she like mommy to make it all better?"

Abruptly, Amanda stopped hurting her mother's tender nubs and released them; much to Laura's chagrin.

"Amanda! Mommy gave you toys to play with and you're not playing with them. How do you think that makes mommy feel?" Laura asked in her best emotionally-devastated-mother voice as she turned to face her errant daughter; her recently crushed nipples now diamond hard and pointing accusingly at Amanda.

Despite knowing exactly what her mother's game was, Amanda felt an almost undeniable urge to fall back on the bed with her legs spread and beg Laura for forgiveness and punishment. Almost undeniable. There was no denying to herself that her cunt was positively flowing with juices at her mother's use of language. She had been well trained, after all.

After a few seconds, Amanda took a deep breath and grabbed a hold of her submissive tendencies. "Oh quite goofing around, mother! I'm going to go check on Naomi and make sure I didn't make her too late," Amanda said as she turned to leave. "And I believe it's your night to make food. Dinner time is still seven o'clock, correct?" she asked rhetorically as she headed out the door.

Damn it! Laura said to herself. That 'mommy' voice always used to work on her when she was younger. That's twice within twenty-four hours it's failed me! Maybe I'm losing my touch...

Turning back to the mirror to adjust her outfit and admire her now angry red - and very hard - nipples, Laura concluded that she still very much 'had it'. At forty-six years old - and thanks to modern genome treatments - she looked every bit like she was a woman in her late twenties from the turn of the twenty-first century. Mrs. Wilder was tall, toned, had long dark red hair down to the small of her back, an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, and sported an awe-inspiring 34FF rack. Laura concluded that she would totally do herself.

Actually, she did do herself; several times a day to be honest. So that didn't really count.

But was the drop-dead gorgeous cougar looking at her from the mirror a sexy she-daemon in a baby-girl nightie, or was she losing it? No! The problem was just that Amanda had just grown too much of a backbone from running her own company and being married to a loving and supportive husband. But that strong-willed young woman was back home now and she needed to relearn one simple truth: That truth was that Laura Marie Wilder was Queen Bitch of the Wilder clan and Amanda had best learn to respect that, as she once did.

Jutting her chin up and her chest out, Laura turned to head for the kitchen. Her babies would be hungry after all, and it was her responsibility to nourish them physically as well as emotionally. Not only was Laura Wilder a great mother, an energetic lover, and a devoted wife, but she was also a great cook. Her kids would get their fill tonight.

In more ways than one!

[lordodie]

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[dunhill]

Another great chapter of the Wilder Saga!

Thanks lordodie!!

Loved the idea of high pressure enemas. Hope we will read about some more in future sequels...

[lordodie]

[quote name='dunhill' date='10 August 2013 - 09:33 PM' timestamp='1376184808' post='861851']
Another great chapter of the Wilder Saga!

Thanks lordodie!!

Loved the idea of high pressure enemas. Hope we will read about some more in future sequels...
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That is the plan. I already spent quite a bit talking about enemas with Naomi and Laura's memories, so I didn't want to go into any more detail with this chapter. Rest assured that Amanda and Laura's rectal capacity's far exceed Naomi's I'll get into details in a few chapters.

[dunhill]

[quote name='lordodie' date='11 August 2013 - 03:17 AM' timestamp='1376187429' post='861863']
Rest assured that Amanda and Laura's rectal capacity's far exceed Naomi's I'll get into details in a few chapters.
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[lordodie]

Chapter 6 was just approved over at Literotica: [url="http://www.literotica.com/s/a-proper-young-womans-guide-to-anal-etiquette-ch-06"]Chapter 6[/url]. So be sure to tell your friends!