Chapter ONE “Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the house, the Schidinks were stirring…” Little Timmy Schidink, only ten years old and very angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom. He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd out his distended rectum. Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and Kurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourish she rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sized mattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, she opened up four brand new packages of disposable drop cloths and began covering the floor around the bed. The macrame plant hangers followed… down came the spider plants, up went the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toy chest from the medical supply house. Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom, handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawed blue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomore year at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on his horn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playing with his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen. Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Oh no. He’d forgotten to pick up that extra tube of Preparation H and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered to himself, pissed off that he hadn’t made out a list before he’d gone shopping yesterday. The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. might have some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe and stepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound of snickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle son Marvin’s closed bedroom door. It sounded smutty to Kurt and he didn’t like it. After all there were the other parents to consider. Marvin Schidink was hosting a slumber party for his neighborhood playmates Eddie and Victor, and their parents had given permission. Kurt didn’t want any repercussions. He rapped on Marvin’s door. “What’re you guys doing in there?” The sniggles stopped. “Nothing, Dad.” “May I come in?” Victor hurriedly tossed the pink rubber dildo-dick he’d stolen from the magazine store under the bed. Just in time. [Whew] The door opened. Kurt looked into the room. The three boys, Marvin 12, Victor 15, and Eddie just 13 were all sitting bolt upright under the covers of Marvin’s bed. There were comics spread all over the bed. Innocent enough, Kurt decided. “Now you boys, keep it down in here.” “Yes sir.” “…and don’t do anything smutty, you understand. Tomorrow isn’t a schoolday so you can keep the lights on until 12:00, but then you’ve got to hit the hay, understand?” “Yes sir.” Kurt closed the door a proceeded up the stairs to Kurt Jr.’s room. He knocked once. “Kurt Jr…?” [Oh FUCK!] Kurt Jr. grabbed for the remote control and pushed OFF just as the words, “Scat lover tape #3″ bloomed onto the screen. “What is it, Dad?” “Do you have any Preparation H, Son? Your mom and I are out.” “Just a second, Dad, I think I do, I’ll check.” Kurt hopped into his jeans and took a fresh tube out of his dopkit on the nightstand. He was about to open the door when he realized that he still had two big green snakebite suction cups attached to his nipples. He yanked them off, hoping the reddened erect nipples would go unnoticed by his father. They did. “Having a flare-up?” Kurt Jr. asked solicitously as he handed over the medication. “No, Son, it’s for your mother.” “Well this should do the trick… it always works for me.” “Thanks, Kurt Jr., I’ll buy you a replacement tube tomorrow.” Kurt Jr. watched his father head back down the stairs. Sr. was a great big blond muscular man with a giant butt and a fairly large belly, but all-in-all real masculine, like so many of his Polish buddies who rode with him on the back of scavenger trucks working hard in all kinds of weather hauling garbage to provide food for the table and a college education for the kids. Jr. shut the door and began looking around the carpet for his snakebite cups. Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering her clitoris. There was still some preparation to be finished, and she’d better hurry if she wanted to pull it off. She smiled to herself thinking about the surprise she’d planned… Kurt and Grace did an enema night every now and then, two or three times a year, usually after church on a Sunday or on a holiday where Kurt didn’t have to go to work at crack of dawn the next morning… but they’d never tried anything like what Grace had secretly planned for Kurt tonight. The two bags hung side by side from the hooks.. Hers pink and holding two quarts. His was black, a special mail-order model from New Jersey, and weighed a ton when full at six quarts - there were five in it now. Fortunately, Kurt was still getting ready. Grace brought a one liter bottle of Winners Cup vodka from the back of the closet where she’d had it stashed for this special occasion. Glancing nervously toward the closed bathroom door, she poured the whole thing into the black bag which now bulged almost to overflowing. Hurriedly she rehid the empty in the closet. Grace felt her heart pounding - Kurt did not allow any alcohol in the house, but she knew that just once she had to do this… The door opened, flooding the room with harsh light from the bathroom. Kurt stood there untying the belt to his bathrobe. “Lucky for us Kurt Jr. had some extra, Hon. I clean forgot it when I went shopping yesterday.” Old Prep-H was their favorite lubrication for these occasions. Grace always had been pile-prone and the shark oil medication seemed to work best for working in the enema nozzles - they both preferred it. Kurt looked around the room, his wife had really been busy, while his only contribution was to stack the dishwasher. “Gee, you got everything set up already, I should have helped.” It was all there ready to go: the extra towels, the plastic buckets. Even the Port-a-Potty had been unfolded and put in place a few feet from the edge of the bed. “By the way, Hon, I didn’t tell you how delicious that turkey stuffing was you put together - I made a real pig of myself. That enema’ll sure feel great…” With that, Kurt involuntarily cut loose a thunderous fart. “Mercy!” giggled the little woman, “hold your horses. You’re snortin’ and rarin’ to go, aren’t you?” “Better believe it.” Kurt hung the robe on the hook of the door and flopped his big hairless body onto the rubber sheet. His enormous uncut dick bounced against his belly and then tilted out into space semi-erect and ten fat inches long, the head still tucked behind his generous pink foreskin, except for the glossy dime sized end surrounding his piss hole. He cupped his giant elephant scrotum with its unusually tough thick skin and fluffed himself a few times while he watched Grace slip out of her bra and panties. Grace had managed to keep her trim little figure; of course her breasts sagged a bit more these days than they had on their wedding night some 22 years ago and those small brown nipples pointed at her feet now instead of at the ceiling, but Kurt liked the way she looked, and her extremely thick bush seemed to him if anything denser than ever. The routine, a pattern developed over more two decades of enema nights, never varied. They kissed for about five minutes and then unceremoniously switched to a spoon style position. Kurt’s bag was so much bigger, simply because his abdominal capacity was greater. It also took longer to feed and so Grace always got him started first. Kurt propped one leg up in the air as his wife began working the Prep-H into his crack and past his baby-tight ruby asshole. She was greasing him up good tonight. He felt his dick stiffen as the little woman’s finger got the knuckle past the first sphincter. Ah this was the life! Kurt wished he could have an enema every night. Now she was starting in with the nozzle, Kurt offered barely any resistance and Grace slid all six inches of it into his rectum. “Let her rip,” he moaned as she reached for the clamp and released it. He heard a gurgle and felt the first surge. With the weight of a gallon and a half of fluid backing it, that initial rush always took his breath away, but then he relaxed and went with the flow. He could feel the liquid coursing into his lower colon, it was a great feeling and he noticed that his cockhead had now worked itself totally into the open at the end of a full and glorious boner. Then he felt the first hint of cramping… ooooohoh… Grace slid the fluted nozzle back and forth in his asshole to divert the momentary discomfort. Soon Kurt’s gut had accommodated its growing load and he repositioned his leg onto the rubber sheet. It was a signal to cut the flow for a moment and for Mr. Schidink to start the process up on Mrs. Schidink. Kurt felt great… almost light-headed. This was the best damned enema he could remember. He watched his wife spread wide her undercarriage with its masses of black wiry curls barely revealing the intricate scrolls of her liver-colored cunt lips and puffy puckered anus.
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