The following is a work of FICTION.



Monica Remembers

Chapter XXI

Bonoboworld copyright 2011



Monica recounts:

After they carried Sophia to bed, Mr. Jillabeau asked one of the other little girls present to pour him a cup of coffee with a tablespoonful of non-dairy creamer and one brown sugar. He sipped his coffee for couple of minutes and then noticed Alison and I standing in the corner and waved us over.

"Well, good evening Alison, you're looking fetching tonight. And who might your very attractive young friend here be?" he asked with a very cordial smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Jillabeau," she curtsied, "I would like to introduce you to my friend Monica. She's twelve and her baby's due in April."

He stood and took my hand very formally and said, "Pleased to meet you, Miss Monica," and then gently kissed the top of my hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jillabeau," I replied, curtsying like Alison and eying his long lance of a penis dangling from his partially open bathrobe. That wicked thing was still plenty long even flaccid.

"What can I do for you ladies tonight?"

"Well, um, we were on the veranda and in the orgy room earlier and we're both pretty spunky inside. Monica's a newbie and needs orientation," Alison replied.

"Marvelous! Excellent!" he said and clapped and rubbed his hands together. "That's the very best part of my job--helping young girls with their first special ablutions. Step right this way, young Monica. Alison you may assist."

He led us to a glass door that was labeled "Enema Room." A young girl with ash blonde hair secured in a ponytail ran past us, pushed open the door and ran inside, and we followed along behind her. In this room the walls and floor were all marble. On either side of the room were two parallel sets of padded, plastic covered rails set at differing heights. Down the center of the room ran a long dual row of bright metallic toilets with padded plastic seats and spools of toilet paper in small alcoves behind them in the divider. The entire room was spotlessly clean and smelled like lemon and vanilla.     


Alison whispered to me, "The enemas are really nice here. They use cool soda water with spearmint in it and it makes you feel really fresh and clean."

At the far end of the room, the nine year old who had run in ahead of us knelt on the lowest padded rail, which was set six inches above the floor. She rested her elbows on the  second rail set several inches higher so that she was leaning over a little more steeply than she would have on a kneeling rail in church. This thrust her cute little behind into perfect position to receive an enema--or a nice buttfuck. She turned her face, smiled and winked at us and waited expectantly for Mr. Jillabeau to come help her. 

Every few feet along the rails stood a small station with a tray of condoms and a big jar of plastic wrapped, sterile disposable plastic enema nozzles--which look pretty much the same the world over. There were also retractable hoses like the ones at do-it-yourself car washes, tubes of lubricant, boxes of soap impregnated paper towel wipes and a trash receptacle. Drains were recessed in a groove in the floor in case of accidents and for easy cleaning.

Mr. Jillabeau walked us over to the little girl and said, "Ladies, this young cutie is Tracey and she's nine years old. Hi, Tracey!" he said, grinning at her.

"Hi, Mr. Jillabeau!" she grinned back.

"Tracey, you know Alison, and this other young lady is Miss Monica."

"Hi, Alison and Monica!"

"Hey, cutie-pie, how are you this evening?" I asked.

"G-r-r-r-eat!" she yelled playfully.

"That's good little lady. Do you mind if Monica watches while you and I show her what to do?" asked Mr. Jillabeau.

"No, I like it when people watch!" came her smiling eager reply.

"Good sweetie," he commented, and unsealed a jar of lubricant as he reached for one of the pre-packaged enema nozzles and began unwrapping it. 

"Normally," he continued, "after their first enema here we let the eleven and twelve year-olds take care of themselves if they want. But I always let the newbies observe how I treat the younger girls because I want them to see how easy and fun everything is and that way you can help the little ones with their enemas. We do have certain traditions that I like to see maintained as well. For instance: Ready Tracey?"

"Ready on the pad, Mr. Jillabeau!" came her excited reply.

"Give me a countdown!" he said.

"Ten!" Tracey yelled, and Mr. Jillabeau asked Alison to start sucking his dick. 

"Nine!"

She did. 

"Eight!"

He tossed the nozzle wrapper in the trash receptacle. 

"Seven!"

He screwed the enema nozzle onto one of the retractable hoses.

"Six!

He unwrapped a condom.

"Five!"

He tossed the condom wrapper in the trash receptacle.

"Four!"

He squirted some lubricant from a tube into his hand.

"Three!

He smeared the lube all over and inside Tracey's tight pink pucker.

"Two!"

He interrupted Alison's blowjob to slide the condom down on his erection.

"One!" 

He smoothly slid the thin enema nozzle three inches inside Tracey's anus.

"B-blast off!!" exclaimed Tracey and Mr. Jillabeau pressed a button on the hose near the nozzle and cool carbonated minty water surged up the hose and into Tracey's rectal canal.

"Unh! ...unh...unh...unh..." she grunted as the pleasant bubbly water started filling her bowels.

Mr. Jillabeau looked at Alison and said, "Thank you Alison for your very kind assistance. You may go have your enema now. I can handle Miss Monica from here."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Jillabeau, any time," she grinned and walked to an enema station across the room where she knew it would be a bit more quiet.

He kneeled on the rail next to Tracey and put his hand on her lower belly. Looking at me he said, "If you put your hand here you can feel when they've taken enough because their little bellies start to expand and then become more firm with all the liquid inside." 

The little counter above the hose on the enema station slowly went "ding-ding-ding" with one ding for each ounce squirted into her from the hose.

After several dings, Mr. Jillabeau pressed the button on the hose again and the water flow ceased along with the dinging. He said to Tracey, "Now, Tracey hon, you sit tight and try your best not to let it go until I say, alright?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Jillabeau, but I feel pretty full!" she responded.

"Here Miss Monica, give me your hand," he said and placed it on Tracey's lower belly, which was definitely extra full and firm feeling.

"Tracey, would you like me to give you a nice slow comfortable screw while you're waiting to expel your water?" he asked the little girl.

"Oh, yes please! That's one of my favorite things of all!" she exclaimed.

He smeared lube all over his long sleek condom covered prick and, spreading and bending his legs just a bit to position himself at her small vulvette, he firmly pressed the thin pointy head of his cock inside her.

"Ungh!" she grunted, and then, as he slid more and more of his wand inside her she added in a very breathy whisper, "I feel really nice and full now..."

As he steadily pushed and pulled his meat saber in and out of her vunnel he reached under and gently massaged her belly with both hands. She really began huffing and puffing and groaning in pleasure now and the whole thing was very hot to watch.

"Phew! Onnh! [pant-pant!] Anh! Ohhh, Mis-ter Jil-labeauuu! Anh! [pant-pant!] Unh!"

He really knew what he was doing because the minute he sensed she was close enough to cumming he scooped her up in his arms with five inches of his prick still inside her and carried her quickly over to a toilet seat. He speedily withdrew his penis from her cunnie and planted her firm little butt on the padded seat, tenderly massaging her clit to stimulate her further. "Now Tracey, hold your water until you start to cum and then just let everything go all at once--okay, honey?" 

"Anh! O-okay!" she said and began moaning and whimpering as her orgasm approached. He began caressing her belly with one hand while he rubbed the tip of his index finger around her clit with the other.

"ANH! ANH! I can't keep it in much longer! UNH! Oh, gosh! Anh! ANNH! Ai! AI! AIEEEE!" she cried and slumped forward as she shivered on the seat in orgasm and evacuated the contents of her previously very full bowels.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh!!" she whispered in total relief. 

She could take care of herself now and I was the one in need of some serious relief. I looked in total lust at him and said, "Please, Mr. Jillabeau, will you help me like that, too?"

He smiled very cordially and said, "My dear, it will be a privilege to assist you in the completion of your first enema with us." He took my hand and led me over to another enema station and helped me kneel on one of the lower rails. Once I was in position he forewent a countdown because he still had a strong erection. He had me lubed, nozzled and filling up with cool soothing bubbly water in about five seconds. I could tell he'd had plenty of practice. He commanded me to hold my water as best I could and I nodded my head that I would. 

The counter went, "ding-ding-ding" a lot longer this time because I had more belly to fill than Tracey, and he used the time wisely--sliding that splendid pussy lance up my snatch and fucking my brains out while my guts and belly filled with cool minty fizzy liquid. I felt so nasty and excellent and well cared for all at the same time and my pussy was soaking wet as he penetrated it over and over while my intestines swelled and loosened and built up water pressure from the hose. 

He started simultaneously rubbing my pregnant belly and thrumming my clit with his fingertips--one after another in quick succession--while he fucked my cunt and the hose filled my bowels and it felt magnificent! He got me going so well--grunting, groaning, cursing and gasping for air like a total slut. I knew that if he made me start to cum too soon I would let go all over the floor. 

I looked back over my shoulder at Alison and she was also "ready on the pad" with a dinging hose up her ass watching us, pulling on one of her thick teats and finger-fucking herself while she quietly gasped and sighed in pleasure. She must have gotten really turned on because her letdown response kicked in and her boobs began dripping milk on the floor between the rails. Little Tracey, who'd finished wiping herself and flushing the toilet, noticed Alison was lactating and ran over and asked if she could have some. Alison smiled dreamily at her and pulled her to her breast to suck.

About that time six or seven girls entered the room and I knew we were putting on quite a show for them. One of the girls hushed the other ones and told them to watch. It was so dirty and thrilling to be exhibited that way in front of them with Mr. Jillabeau in charge of me down on my knees taking my enema while getting royally screwed and massaged by him. Years later such acts would've felt more normal but it was all new to me then. 

"Oh, God, Mr. Jillabeau, you're the besssst!" I hissed in my nasty delight, "Fuck me! Shit! Fuck my cunt! Awww, my guts and belly f-feel so fucking fullll! UNGH! Screw me nice and deep! UNGH! OOOOO!! Unnnnnh! I've got to piss, too! ANH! ANH!"

I started to feel the first wave of orgasm building and yelled, "I think I'm gonna cum soon...AHNGH!"

Even though I was a pregnant twelve year-old, he flicked off the hose and removed the nozzle from my ass, picked me up with his long prong still eight inches deep up my splitch and carried me to the toilet seat. He withdrew his lengthy lingam from my cunnie and rested my butt on the padded seat, motioning over one of the six girls watching us. He guided her face and lips to one of my breasts and then he began licking and sucking the other one as he rubbed my belly and masturbated my twat and fabulous waves of pleasure started rolling through me. The pressure in my guts was intense and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. Then he slid his middle finger straight up my gash and began working it all around. He was an artist, what can I say? In five seconds flat my orgasmic wails were echoing off the walls as my bowels began to erupt. A second later I could hear Alison cumming with me about twenty feet away.

Mr. Jillabeau had to catch me when I nearly fell off the toilet seat as wave after wave of climaxes crashed through me from head to tits to fingertips to clit to rectum to legs to toes and blew all the contents of my bladder and bowels out of my body like a hurricane. When it was all over all I could think was that I'd literally been fucked and water pumped brainless and shitless. I was having a dizzy spell and it took me a couple of minutes to regain my speech. I soon felt Alison's gentle hands on my shoulder and knee. She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and whispered, "You were so hot, little mother. You got all of those little girls juices going. You make me want to get pregnant again. Here, let me help you."

She helped me stand up and she and Mr. Jillabeau spread my legs a bit and used toilet paper to wipe my ass, cunt and upper thighs clean and dry and then flushed the toilet for me. They took me over to one of the enema stations, stood me over the drains and hosed down the areas they'd just wiped with minty water followed by soapy paper towel wipes and more rinsing so that I was nice and clean. 

I told them, "Thank you, both! That was fantastic. But now I feel so thirsty!"

End of Chapter XXI        

  


 








  


