Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/satnite5.txt

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    "An Interesting Saturday Night - Part 5 of 5"

    Hell, I needed a break from all the sitting I just had the
unfortunate pleasure of experiencing.  I was getting groggy from all of
the punishment.  But I want to get back to tell you the rest of the
story including the finish.

    They were nice enough to give me all of my break and even a bit
more.  Having all this extra time off was making me wonder what was
going to happen next.  I didn't know that it was getting late (or early,
depending on how you looked at it).  They had been at this most of the
night now and I was getting worn down pretty well, so all I wanted was
to get it over with.  I only had one more man to please, and he had
already had me suck him off and had watched the others do what they did.
So I couldn't see what he could want, if anything.

    Well he came to the center of the room where the four of us were
standing and looked me over.   He reached down and pressed against the
lower part of my stomach and stuck his forefinger just inside me.   He
started rubbing me between my legs and then patted the lower part of my
stomach once again.  He wasn't making any sense, but I knew that he had
something in mind for sure.

    Looking over at the Bitch, he asked, "Did you ask her husband how
much she can hold during an enema?"

    "Yes", the Bitch replied,  "He said she's back up to almost a gallon
now when she is empty."

    "What do you mean by almost a gallon?", he asked.

    "Well, she can take all but about a pint, but on a good day she can
take a whole gallon", she answered.

    "Okay, is she empty?"

    "Yes", she came here that way and we made sure ourselves."

    "Well, I want you to properly display her and put that funny looking
nozzle in her and then slowly, but not too slowly put one full gallon
plus one additional ounce in her."

    "What do you mean by properly displayed?", the Bitch asked.

    "Put one arm in that direction and the other one over there, and put
her legs the same way so that she looks like a big cross.  Make sure you
to do it in such a way that we can all sit in front of her and watch her
as the water or whatever flushes in and out of her.

    "Hell, someone will have to put it in because it won't go in all by
itself", the Bitch replied.

    "Isn't there something we can use to make it go in while we all
watch?", he asked.

    "Well we do have a low pressure pump that we use here that should do
the trick", she answered.

    "Can it be slowed down enough that she takes it slow and feels every
drop?", he asked.

    "Oh!, but after she gets three quarts in her, she will feel every
drop anyway,...you can bet on it!"

    "I don't want to bet on it", he said, "I want to see it!"

    Well, they got right to it and fastened my wrist cuffs to the ropes
that were still hanging from the ceiling.  They pulled my arms tight and
before I knew it I was up on my tip toes. Once they had the ends of the
ropes tied off they took some more rope and fastened them to each of the
ankle cuffs.  As my legs were being pulled apart I felt the weight of my
body being tugging at my arms.  Soon, that is how I stayed as my feet
were swaying gently off the floor and I was in the shape of a big cross.

    The Bitch got out a funny nozzle, which was really a double bardex,
and dabbing a bit of K-Y jelly on the tip inserted the tip up inside of
me.  I felt her inflate the inner bulb, and then the outer one, pulling
them tightly together and closing the bardex tube off.  She gave them a
small tug to make sure that they were set tight in place...as if my face
didn't tell her that.

    At that point she walked out of the room and came back with this
little pump.  It was smaller than the one I had used at home, but I had
no doubt in my own mind that it would do it's thing. I knew from
experience that once it was turned on that there would be no way I could
hold back any of what someone wanted to put into me.  I had tried on
several occasions in the past, so now I just relaxed and waited until it
was over.  Hell, the Bitch left the room again and this time she was
gone a few minutes longer. When she returned she had a large glass water
bottle with a measured amount of water in it.  She sat it down behind me
next to the pump.

    "How much is in it?", the third man asked her.

    "One gallon and two ounces", she replied, "Plus six more ounces that
the pump won't pull out of the bottle."

    "Okay", he replied, "I'm ready for you to get started."

    Well, as she was hooking up the tubes between the pump and the
bottle, I heard the pump start so she could run the air out of the line
she was going to hook to me.  As soon as she had done that she fastened
it to the middle tube of the bardex.  I knew when she had, as I felt the
weight of the added tubing pulling on the nozzle.  The other two bitches
were already over with their husbands and she flipped on the switch,
starting the Angstrom pump, before joining her husband. I could feel the
water coming in me right away as she had made it a bit warmer than I was
used to.

    So there I was, all of them watching me as I was being filled to the
limit.  I was trying to move a little so I could adjust myself as the
water was expanding me.  I could see that they were looking right at my
stomach as I knew by the feel that I was getting some bigger.  That
water was slowly running when one of them said, "Hell, she is half-way
now."  "Half-way?", I thought to myself, "Shit, I hope I'm farther along
than that!"

    Time was passing so slowly now, and I could now feel the pressure
building more and more with each second that passed. Soon I was starting
to really hurt and I started pulling on the ropes that were binding me.
That did no good, but just made me feel that much worse.  As the water
was still running into me the man that this was being done for said,
"Well she is on the last quart now."  Oh! I knew that I couldn't hold
any more and I was biting my lip trying to not let it get into me.  Soon
I was letting out low sounds as I wasn't gagged this time, and before
much more time had passed I found myself pleading with them.

    "Please turn the pump off", I begged.

    "Why?  You aren't full yet my little Slut!", the Bitch replied.

    "Please! Please! Oh!...I can't take any more!", I begged. I knew I
could use my code word, but I didn't and I was hoping that I wouldn't
have to.  I begged them again.

    "Please!.. Please!", I shouted through the pain.

    They all just looked at me.  I was looking pregnant now and I could
hear the pump just running on.  Finally, I heard the familiar sound of
the pump running out of water.  I didn't feel any more coming into me,
and the Bitch got up and turned the pump off.

    "How long can we leave her full like that?", the third man asked.

    "Until we let it out of her", the Bitch replied, smiling.

    Looking at his watch, he replied, "Hell, it's six-thirty-five now.
Let's leave her there like that until seven and then we'll let it out of
her and lower her down so she can be emptied out when her husband comes
for her."  And that is exactly what she did!

    Just at seven she pulled the tube loose and placed it into the now
empty bottle.  Most of what water was in me came out right away through
the nozzle.  Once it stopped she had the other two women help her let me
down and get me completely untied.  I mean she took every thing off me,
the ropes and cuffs, everything.  The last thing she did was deflate the
bardex, but that only takes a second.  Once it was out she told me to
get up.  I did, as I thought that she was going to do something else to
me.

    She walked around in front of me and put her arms around me and held
me tight to her.

    "I know we've hurt you.  I hope you aren't really mad at us", she
said warmly.

    "No", I replied, honestly, "In my own way I enjoyed it too, probably
as much as all of you did."

    "Well I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to come back to our
house again", she said.

    "Of course I want to come back", I said sincerely. "Why did you
think I wouldn't want to?"

    "Because of all the things we made you do", she replied.

    "It's okay!", I said.  "I really didn't mind it at all, and even as
sore as I am, I'll get over it before long.

    "My you're a such good sport about it, Hon!", she said, "And anytime
we can do anything for you, please just ask."  The Bitch came over to me
and kissed me full on the lips fondling my tits again cupping each
breast one last time.  She was more gentle this time with my areolas not
pinching or hurting me. She just sort of gave me a light massage that
revitalized me to the point of entire pleasure and satisfaction.

    At that point I needed to go relieve myself some more, and asked her
if I could be excused and leave for the bathroom.

    "Okay", she answered, "But if you have any problems at all please
let us know!"

    "Sure thing!" I replied.

    "Well you can wait anywhere you like until your husband gets here,
and be sure to tell him for me just how good Slut you were for us,
again," she said.

    I told her I would and looked for the nearest bathroom. When I
finished cleaning myself up and dressed I came walking back into the
living room they were all gone.  I suspected that they had paired off
and headed to separate bedrooms for some sleep.  I knew as soon as my
ride came that was just what I was going to do myself. I was spent and
totally exhausted and all my holes were aching.

    This is the end of my report, as my evenings with them are almost
one time things.  Until the next time.....