Anal Beach Resort Pt 01

Thank you for reading my story. As with all my stories this one has graphic descriptions of anal enemas and dirty anal sex. If that offends you then you might want to pass this one by.

The story has seemed to have taken a direction on its own and is turning into a rather long story so I will write it in two parts. I have already started writing the second part. I hope all that who read this enjoy it.

CHAPTER 1

Cheryl walked around her back yard again letting her hands caresses her swollen belly. She could feel the Castile soap and the liquid glycerin working inside her bowels. The sweet roll of the cramps made her lay her head back and close her eyes as she relished them moving through her colon. She had been holding the huge enema for almost twenty minutes now, but she had set her goal for an hour. Stopping in the middle of her yard she spread her feet wide and started making fast circles on her swollen clit with her fingers, this was the part she loved.

At 26 she had never dreamed her life would have taken the turns that had to put her where she was today. She had met her future ex-husband when she had been on Spring Break down on the Mexican Riviera at a small resort town. They had hit it off immediately. The second night she found herself on her knees sucking his cock on the beach. She had loved teasing him and all the other guys he had hung around with. She knew her ass looked good in anything she wore, and she did like to show it off.

On the fourth day he had made plans to go deep sea fishing with his friends and the boat had already been chartered. He had felt bad about not being able to take her along, but she had just kissed him and told him to have fun with his friends. She was going to spend the day exploring the coast. She had come down here by herself not having the funds to go to the more luxurious resorts like her so-called friends had. Putting on a tight pair of shorts and a pair of flip-flops she started out.

She had found the small trail just off the edge of the beach and the steep incline she had to climb would have made most people turn around and go back. But she could see where a couple of people had scrambled up. Taking her flip-flops off she climbed bare footed to the top. The sight was breath taking and she sat for several minutes taking in the view.

She had seen the old sign hidden in the overgrown weeds. The small sign was pointing down a very unkempt trail. It read "ANAL BEACH" and had a web address beneath it. Pulling her phone from her back pocket Cheryl had typed the address in. It took a minute for the site to come up on her screen. She had felt her cunt getting wetter as she read.

The rules for the beach were simple. No names were to ever be used. Once you reached the edge of the beach you had to remove your bottoms. Full nudity was encouraged but not required. At no point could you refuse the use of your rectum to anyone on the beach. This went for male as well as female. Female vaginas were off limits due to pregnancy concerns. You could be used as many times as you saw fit or until you reached one of the trails again. At that point you could put your clothes back on and leave. No one would follow or harass you in any way.

Cheryl couldn't help herself as she had started down the small trail. She had taken her flip-flops off about half-way down to keep from slipping. When she stepped out on the beach, she was surprised at how large it actually was. She could see heavy wooden tables scattered around. Some along the edge of the trees and some right out in the middle of the beach. She could see women bent over the tables and men thrusting into them.

With trembling fingers, she had unbuttoned her denim shorts and pushed them down over her hips along with her bikini panties. Looking at the other women she pulled her T-shirt over her head and undid the clasp of her bar. Her tits swung free, and she carefully folded her clothes tucking her phone inside them. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out onto the beach in full view. She tried to make herself walk with confidence as though she had been here before.

CHAPTER 2

Walking in the middle of the beach had been its own advertising. She was getting close a table one of the women was bent over, and she could hear the grunts as the man bottomed his cock in her asshole. The woman had looked at her with glazed eyes with a weak smile in her face. Cheryl could see the womans hand down between her legs as her fingers made fast circles on her swollen clit. She could tell it wasn't going to be long before she orgasmed. The man using her was getting close too.

"It's okay to watch," the woman had said to her. The man smiled and nodded and thrust into her even harder. The woman moaned louder as the man forced more of his hard cock into her ass. Cheryl had stepped around just in time to see the man give one last brutal thrust and hold as his huge balls emptied into the helpless woman. That was all it took to send the woman into her own orgasm. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her hips shook and jerked uncontrollably. The man held until the woman was coming down from her orgasm. Then with a wicked grin he ripped his cock from her defenseless rectum. Screaming she jumped forward and lay over the table with her anus spasming.

She had left the sobbing woman and had started walking again. She could see the four guys coming toward her and her heart started racing. They were all naked as per the rules, but they carried their shorts with them as she did. They were all well-tanned and well-muscled and she could tell by their hard cocks that they had not been there very long. The one that seemed to be the leader smiled as he got closer. Cheryl smiled back and then he pointed with his chin to one of the wooden tables.

The table was heavy, and the top had a very dull shine to from being under the sun for years. The edges were smooth so there were not really any worries about bruises on the front of her thighs. There was a tube of lubricant sticking up from a hole on the side of the table. Without a word she laid over the table and spread her feet wide like the woman she had watched. Her clothes she had laid beside her and her phone was laying on top. She didn't have to wait very long before she felt the hands moving over her bare ass.

Cheryl knew her cunt was starting to secret the clear mucus she liked to masturbate with. She felt the cool lubricant being spread over her tightly stretched rectum and took a deep breath. She could the feel of the smooth cock head pressing against her anus before she started to panic. Her arms were pulled to the other side of the table and one of the other men each held one while the third held her back down.

Cheryl knew in her mind that these men were within their right to hold her down like this. The rules clearly stated that she could not refuse the use of her rectum to anyone. Her head came up when she felt her asshole starting to open to the smooth cock head that was forcing its way in. She could feel the burning as her rectum yielded and she was breathing in gasps. She screamed as the head of his hard cock broke down the last resistance in her butthole.

The young man seemed to know what he was doing as he waited for several seconds before he started pushing. Cheryl could follow the head of his cock as it plowed through her bowels. There was a slight pause and then a couple of hard jabs as the young man tried to push deeper into her. Cheryl laid still her mouth still open as she took deep breaths now. Having a cock up her ass for the first time in her life, was not the way she had expected the day to go when she woke up that morning.

The young man had started moving his hips and slowly as he pulled back. Cheryl could feel the head of his cock being held by her rectum. Then the push back in. He developed his rhythm in just a couple of strokes. "I think I'm the first cock up her ass guys." the young man had said. "OH FUCK! She's full," he added pulling his cock back out so only the head was still inside. Cheryl didn't know what they were talking about and had started wondering if she had done something wrong.

The guy holding her back down had looked down at her ass looking at his friend's cock. "What did I do," Cheryl asked starting to get a bit nervous. She had no idea what she had done wrong.

"This is a rare treat for us," the man standing behind her said as he shoved his cock back in. "Most everyone takes an enema before they come here. But you didn't, so we are actually going to fuck the shit out of you," he added with a chuckle. He had become more brutal as the need to empty his balls grew. He now drove his cock into Cheryl's defenseless ass with a vengeance. Cheryl had no control over her bowels at that point. She hadn't been sure, but she thought she might have been shitting.

The young man gave one last brutal thrust and held still as he unloaded his balls as deep into Cheryl's colon as he could. She could remember the way he had laid over her back and the way her had strained before she felt the pressure building in her stomach. "I'm giving you an enema," he had said as he whispered into Cheryl's ear just before he let her bowels push his softening cock out. "She is going to get messy guys," he added as he stepped to the side and let one of his friends step up behind Cheryl.

Cheryl could remember the pressure in her guts, and she could remember the brutality with which the other men had used her ass that afternoon. Each of the men had emptied their full bladders into her bowels before pulling out and letting the next man fuck her. She had never had an anal climax before, but she had three of them that afternoon. She had also found out what an enema was, and that afternoon had changed her for life.

CHAPTER 3

She had been holding the huge enema for over an hour when she had her second orgasm. Making her way to her huge bathroom she turned the water on to warm. She studied herself in the mirror while she waited. She was indeed a beautiful woman being a natural blond. She worked out regularly and on occasion she liked to run through the park along with all the other joggers. Her tits weren't large, but she loved the way they swayed when she ran. Turning sideways she ran her hands down her bulging belly admiring the water baby she held inside her ass.

Stepping into the shower she stopped at the door and reached for the inflator bulbs hanging below her ass. As she knew would happen the pressure inside her ass blew the nozzle from her rectum and she stood holding it in her hand. She held the balloons under the shower spray doing her best to wash the brown paste from between the folds of the balloon. Giving the nozzle one last shake she tossed it toward the sink, but she knew she had missed by a mile when she had let it go. Her butthole was losing the battle with the huge enema, and she stepped under the hard spray.

Cheryl relaxed her asshole when the water hit her and felt the blast of smelly brown water push between her ass cheeks splash onto the floor of the shower. She didn't try to control anything. She could feel the semi-solid shit as it followed, and the smell rose up with the steam of the water. Standing under the hard warm spray she let her body clean itself out. How in the hell had she ever gotten this nasty she thought to herself.

She had married Nick the following summer and she had been happy for a while. But after about three years the stress of starting new careers had started taking its toll on their relationship. She often found herself frustrated when they made love as he had seemed to fall into a rut. She had done her best to keep him interested in her to the point she had even found her old enema bag. She was in hopes that he would be interested in making a few turns in their sex life. But that seemed to be the start of the downhill slide.

He had just looked at her funny when she had asked him to give her an enema and he had just walked away. The more desperate she had become the farther away he pulled himself until the day she was served with divorce papers. Her world had been shattered. She lost all ambition after that and started feeling sorry for herself. She had been so disgusted with herself for trying to go down that road that she was building a good case of self-loathing. Punishment, yes that was what she had believed she needed.

It took close to twenty minutes for the last of the enema to find her rectum. She was glad she didn't have to worry about running out of hot water or her electric bill. Stepping out of the shower she dried herself with one of the huge towels she had come to love. Sitting down at her lighted vanity she thought back again to the day she had ordered the huge latex bag and the inflating nozzle. She remembered how she was going to make the enema so painful she would never want another one. Yes, punishment was what she needed.

The day her packages had arrived at her small apartment she had been working as a checkout at a small Grocery store within walking distance. She had $37.14 in her account and rent was due in a week. Her neighbor was a nice older woman that had lost her husband several years ago and had been a resident at her building for almost ten years. She knew the older lady didn't have a lot of money so she would pick up the day-old bread and milk for her.

She never let the old lady pay her for the things she bought for her. She would lie and tell her that the owner gave them to her because he was just going to throw them out anyways. She would always hear Cheryl come home and would always open her door so she could say hi. She had started picking up Cheryl's mail a few months ago always worried someone would start stealing it. That day Mrs. Craven had held the packages in her hand as Cheryl approached her door.

She had thanked the old lady and promised herself if she ever made anything of herself, she would help the older woman, so she didn't have to worry anymore. Walking on down the hall she opened the door to her small home. Her fingers were actually shaking when she opened the first package. She felt her cunt get wet as she held the silicon nozzle in her hand. Once again, she felt a bit of shame as this was supposed to be to punish her. The next package she opened was the amber latex bag.

Six fucking quarts in her ass should be enough to make her hate enemas. The fact that her cunt was wet, and she could feel her clit getting hard would have to be enemaed out of her. She had wasted no time peeling her clothes off. She was a fucking depraved slut that needed to be destroyed by the very thing that excited her. She followed the directions exactly as she put her punishment together. With trembling fingers, she hung the huge bag on the cupboard door handle.

Her cunt was producing secretions that ran down the insides of her thighs. She had forced herself to stop masturbating after Nick had divorced her. She had convinced herself that that was the reason she was alone now. If she had only been more normal, she had thought to herself. Nick would still be with her and there would be no need for this. But as it was, she needed to be made to hate enemas, and she needed to hate everything about her asshole. Why had she gone down to that beach that day?

She had bought a regular combo enema/douche kit from the drugstore when she had gotten back from Spring Break. She had learned a lot that year about them and she found she enjoyed taking them. The orgasms she got from them were intense and she always looked forward to her next one. But bringing them up to Nick had been the one choice she had come to hate herself for. And now her punishment was here.

CHAPTER 4

It had taken her almost two months before she could force all six quarts up her ass. And it had been Mrs. Craven that had made it happen. The first three time she failed miserably. The very first time she had been too cautious with the inflating nozzle. Giving it only two pumps she had forced it out of her ass when she had taken just over two quarts. She couldn't stop as her body had forced her to shit on her bathroom floor. Thank God the floor had not been carpeted.

The second time she had given the nozzle eight hard pumps, and she could feel the size inside her asshole. At just over three quarts she couldn't take the discomfort in her bowels as she was not used to taking more than two quarts. The third time she had managed to get close to four quarts in before she had to stop. She couldn't believe how painful four quarts could be. But she had to stop there and allow herself to shit. She still loved the way the enemas made her feel euphoric after they were done.

It had been almost a week since her last try. This time she was determined she was going to make herself take the huge load. That Saturday morning, she had gone on one of her runs which she seemed to be doing less and less anymore.

She had gone up to her apartment quickly and had not seen Mrs. Craven open her door with a plate of homemade cookies just as she passed.

Her clothes were off as soon as she locked the door, and she made a quick stop at the bathroom to sit on the toilet and try to force any shit up inside her out. Taking the behemoth bag out once again she hung it on the cupboard door handle. She had learned that a bar of Ivory soap swished around in the water actually made the water slicker than normal water. Perhaps that would give her the edge to getting it all up her ass. Letting the bar of soap float in a pot of hot water she waited for it to become soft before she started lathering the washcloth again and again.

The bar was over half gone before she stopped. Her fingers were wrinkled as she started filling the huge bag. The water was indeed slippery, and she smiled at herself for being so resourceful. Quickly the huge bag filled to its full capacity and soon the suds were running down the side as Cheryl filled the bag clear into its throat. The only place in her apartment that was strong enough to hold the weight of the full bag was the heavy ornamental pot hanger. It was located by the small sliding glass door that opened out onto her small balcony. She had to stand on a small stool so she could reach it. Looking at the bulging bag with determination one last time she turned the radio to a soft rock station.

She was on the floor with her ass in the air and her shoulders almost to the carpet. She had just closed the clamp for the second time. She was breathing deeply giving the enema a chance to move deeper into her colon. "You've got a long way to go if you want that whole bag up your ass sweetie," the voice from behind her said. Cheryl squealed and pushed herself up on her hands. Her mind was reeling from the surprise and shock.

Mrs. Craven stood looking at her with a platter of cookies in her hand. "I knocked several times, but I guess you didn't hear me over the music. I let myself in with the key you gave me," Mrs. Craven added as she set the platter on the small counter. Cheryl was about to stand when Mrs. Craved shook her head no. "If I had known you were doing this, I would have been over a lot sooner. Put your head back down dear and get your knees spread wider," she said seeming as if she was taking command.

Cheryl complied with the instructions and lowered her head back down to rest on her forearms. She spread her knees wider and could feel the lips of her cunt spread. "Mrs. Craven, I can explain all this," Cheryl stammered through her embarrassment.

"I can see with my own eyes," Mrs. Craven said. "You're trying to force that whole bag of soapy water up your ass. Tell me why." she demanded. Cheryl couldn't stop the tears as they started.

"To punish myself," she sobbed. "Nick would still be with me if I hadn't asked him to give me one that time. I used to like taking them and when our marriage seemed to be tanking, I asked him to give me one thinking it would add some spice to things. Oh God, you should have seen the way he looked at me," she sobbed on. "Now I need to be punished by these things, so I never want another one!" she added rather loudly. There was silence besides Cheryl's sobbing for a minute or so.