WaterWay -- Chapter 3
Jazmand Explored
By: WaterLuv@etzine.com   Copyright 1996, by ET!zine   All rights reserved

[For this chapter, begin by selecting a loose-fitting shirt-waist dress or a blouse and full skirt.  Wear a very sexy pair of panties.  You may wear a matching bra, or go braless as you decide.]

Jaz didn't yet know that her first filling was done.  I hadn't told her the volume she'd get.  All she knew was that she was connected directly to a four-quart translucent-amber bag.  Turning her head to look above her prone body, she could easily see that it was still swollen, no more than half emptied into her distended bowels.  At any moment, I could simply snap open the stop-cock and another charge of the heated liquid would flood into her waiting, upturned ass.  No need to disappoint our sexy submissive by informing her that she'd get no more than two quarts -- no more than two in this session, that is.

I called to you, sitting at a distance, watching the proceeding.  "Mary, come up her and sit on the bed beside Jazmand.  I want you to see how excited she gets when she's given a great big, hot ENEMA!" And with a simple touch of a hidden button your bonds let go so that you could leave your chair and come to the stage where Jaz lay, enema nozzle still buried in her shapely rear.

I was on the left side of Jaz's outstretched body.  You sat to her right.

"Mary, don't you think Jazmand has done well.  She's taken a big 2 quart ENEMA.  Jaz wriggles a bit each time we talk about her taking enemas, especially when we stress the naughty word.  Her ENEMA is still in her.  Just as she was instructed, she didn't let it make her cum, but taking it has gotten her hotter than the Fourth of July.  We can SMELL your excitement, Jaz. (Another squirm in her bonds.) What do you think we should give her as a reward, Mary?"

"I . . .  I'm not sure," you responded "She has been a really good submissive.  What does she like?"

"Well, she likes me to give her ENEMAS."  Hearing that, her rear end began positively dancing on the impaling enema bone.  "Once she's full of hot ENEMA water, she gets very oral.  She likes to hold her ENEMA while she licks on a dripping COCK, or a real WET PUSSY -- don't you Jaz?"

"Is yours real WET, Mary?" I teased.  My wink let you know that this was said for effect on Jaz, and not in any way to demean you.

You picked up perfectly on the cue.  "I'm sopping wet watching what Jazmand's been getting.  She looked so sexy.  But I don't know.  I'm so soaked she might drown if I squat over her pretty lips," you demurely protested.

Hearing this, Jaz came totally unglued.  "Please master.  May I go down on Mary."  Jaz really lives to savor the juices from an overheated cunt, I noted.

"Very well," I said. "I'll have sweet little Mary sit on your face.  Drink all you want from her fountain of feminine delights.  Mary, get up and bend over the edge of the bed, hon."  [Mary, stand facing the bed and bend forward till your upper body is parallel with the bed's surface.]

With you so bent over, I hiked your free-flowing skirt up over your back [throw your skirt up over your back to expose your bottom] exposing your pantied bottom, and leaving no doubt as to the truth of your claims to being wet down there.  Twisting her head to your side, Jaz had a full view of your provocative display in the big mirror on the wall behind you.  Her gasping and bucking reached a new peak.  The enema in her intestines was now sending sizzling heat into her sex.  What's more, she was feasting her hungry eyes on hot, woman flesh, flesh soon to be hers to taste.  It was almost too much for our poor slave.  Most delicious of all, she was to pay oral service to a pretty femme who was here playing the submissive for her master.  She would bottom to a bottom.  Perfect.  The moment that powerful image crystallized in her mind, Jaz nearly lost her fight to hold off orgasm. 

Reaching over Jazmand's prone figure, I stroked my hand slowly, tantalizingly up your exposed flank, feeling the wondrous silkiness of your inner thigh [run your hand up and feel what I would feel].  I carried on over the silken material covering your cheek, and let my finger slide with some force, back and forth across the thin barrier separating me from your sex [let your hand trace that path].  

With fresh evidence of your wetness scenting my fingers, I moved the same hand to Jazmand's face and caressed her cheek.  I knew she would inhale deeply of the perfume of your secret garden, and that your heady bouquet would drive her to utter distraction.  Sure enough, she began to lunge rather ferociously, considering the heavy load in her bowels.  I had to loosen her bonds soon or she'd flood the bed in her wildness.  Thus, reluctantly, I began to unfetter our pretty, submissive charge.  Her bonds were sufficient to hold a bucking bronco, but could be undone by one simple tug on a loop of cloth.  She was soon free, and I helped the enema swollen girl slowly, carefully, to roll onto her back, ready for you to mount her upturned face.

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Beauty Rolls Over

"Mary," I instructed, "let's get these panties out of the way. [Pull your underwear down and neatly lay it aside]  I want you to climb up on the bed facing toward Jazmand's feet.  Get on hands and knees now, darling.  That's it.  Now straddle Jaz's body and get your knees planted around her waist.  [Assume that position]  Perfect.  Stay down in a crawling position now so when you sit back, you don't let Jaz get her nose into your rear, not yet at least." This initiated another savage set of bucks from Jaz, trying to arrange herself to get her mouth on you, a thing my restraining hands would not yet let her do

"Now Mary, slowly rock back until you drop your dripping pussy right on Jazmand's waiting tongue.  Be sure not to lay your weight down on her, though.  Remember how full of enema she is.  [Lick your fingers till they are all wet, then use them to simulate Jazmand's tongue.  Let her go to work on you just as you'd like her to if you two were putting on a hot show for me and having the time of your lives for yourselves.]

Jazmand's tongue was wondrous.  This girl obviously loved to pay homage to a pussy.  She performed expertly, even from this awkward 69 position.  She started with a long, soulful tongue exploration of your outer lips.  As you began to open to her mouth, her caress drifted to your inner lips.  This was not like some guys who'd given you head as a preliminary -- its only purpose being to get their dick where they wanted it.  There was no rush here.  This was the main event -- a soft, loving woman wanting to spend all the time in creation savoring the sweet perfection of your sex, drinking you in, sensing and then merging with the pulse-beat of your body.  Her tongue swirled back and forth around your inner lips, sometimes circling as if to bore into your core, but never really entering.  Then trailing passion up to the front end of the valley to dance wantonly around that most sensitive little hill.  Round and round the lips.  Now jabbing into your hole, licking your love juice fresh from its source.  Back up to the trigger of your sex, her lips folding around it in loving, sucking adoration.  Worshipping your femininity.  Licking deep into your opening, reaching like a long, giraffe tongue, up into the top of the trees for the most tender morsels of your love.  Out and to the front of your cleft, round and round your engorged clit.  So sensitive, slithery feelings that drive flames of passion all through your loins, back down your wet slit, stopping so wantonly to tease into your pee hole.  Was there nothing off limits to this Jazmand?  Did she really see every inch of your body as worthy of praise and exaltation?  Tonguing soooo deep into your vagina.  Could she feel it closing and opening to her invasion?  Yes!  This woman could read your body like an open book.  She would not let you cum.  She would lead you right to orgasm's raw edge, then hold you there forever, drinking from the fragrant chalice at the altar of your wet sex.  Yes, she really would drown herself in you.

Yet I knew that, as much as Jaz loves to hold an enema, and to drink from a responsive pussy, even she could not prevail against the forces of nature forever.  I decided to tilt the scales a bit in your favor.  Stretching out between Jazmand's open legs, I began to repeat on her the tongue dance she was so expertly working on you.  Now she began to run her tongue into you in earnest.  Deep into your open, waiting hole, then slathering up to vibrate against your clit, then back down the slit and deep into the hole, clit, hole, clit, hole, in rhythm as your hips began rocking on her face.

I had Jazmand very near cumming in my mouth now, and I broke just long enough to give you one final order.  "Mary, sit straight up now and let Jaz get her tongue on your ass.  [Fingers real wet, use them to play the role of Jaz's tongue back there]  Don't worry about offending.  She loves everything about you.  That's what she really wants to do.  Sit back on her and see what her tongue can do in a sensitive ass like yours."

You were hot enough to comply without any fears that this might be too much, might mortify.  Up you sat, and no sooner were you up than Jazmand's incredibly long tongue was up too.  Up deep in your ass, probing your depths.  Bringing out feelings you'd never known before.  Instinctively, your fingers moved into position to carry on the work Jaz had been doing to your seething sex.  I let the tension build till I could see you starting to cum, then I brought Jazmand over the edge . . . Taste buds flying deep into her orchid opening . . . The back of my tongue rubbing across her tender clit with each stroke in and out of her . . . Lips closed tightly around her womanhood . . . Sucking sweet nectar down my throat . . . Feeling her explode in wave after wave of ecstatic release.  As she went off -- the sheer force of her passion driving her probing tongue wild inside your rectum -- you floated up into an out-of-body, goes forever cum that drove Jaz even higher.  Spurts of her massive enema were spraying out of her with each successive contraction.  Thankfully, I'd covered the bed with the latex sheet in expectation of this.  My own stiff love-pole, slippery with abundant precum, spewed its load against the oily smoothness of the rubber sheet.

After what seemed ages of floating in the ethereal wonderlands, we all returned to planet earth and the realities of getting Jaz to a bathroom before the few drops she'd let out became a torrent and the place became a Superfund Cleanup-Site.  We both helped the enema-engorged girl to her feet and led her lovingly to the bathroom where she could get her much deserved release.
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