By

RayneDor

When I Anya discovered she enjoyed peeing on me as much I enjoyed being peed on it didn’t exactly mean that the flood-gates were open for me (so to speak). In fact, Anya took pleasure in doling out that particular favor only at odd, seemingly random times. As with the rest of our sex-life, she is always the one who decides when, where and how we will play, and making me wait for something is clearly part of the excitement for her.

When Anya wants sex she will frequently announce the fact without ceremony or any sort of pretense at coyness. On those occasions, what follow will usually be quick and perfunctory, and almost always begins with me servicing her orally in some fashion. At other times, however, when she is in the mood for more serious play, she always signals me with little hints well in advance of whatever it is she has in mind. Since she frequently likes to role-play during our ‘special’ sessions, her hints are often ‘in character’ in some way. She may, for instance, wish to play the ‘strict teacher’ game on a given evening and at some point beforehand will perhaps address me as a ‘naughty boy’, or else tell me that I need some serious ‘schooling’, or the like. Naturally, those (less than) veiled hints have the effect of reducing me to quivering anticipation well before the games actually get underway.

Last Halloween, Anya and I attended a costume party hosted by some of her work friends and Anya, who loves everything Tolkien, went dressed as an Elf. I don’t mean the cutesy, Santa’s helper sort of creature, but rather something right out of the ‘Lord of the Rings’ movie … a more striking, and even sexier version of Liv Tyler, if you will. Anyway, she really looked fantastic, especially as her sharply slanting eyebrows and almond shaped eyes already give her a devastatingly lovely ‘elvish’ look. Her costume, a strangely incongruous blend of gossamer and leather, was both modest and teasing at the same time and, I am proud to say, turned the heads of both men and women on that particular evening.

Later that night, Anya remained in character during what became a terrific sex-play session and, since then, her elvish alter-ego has appeared on many occasions. There have been some developments, however, as the simple elf has now been transmogrified into ‘The Elf-Queen’, and the costume has diminished to something far less modest, with more of the leather and less of the gossamer. I know it sounds silly, perhaps, for a grown man to play-act in elf fantasies but the truth is that these sessions are consistently my favorite now and when Anya drops hints that the Elf-Queen may visit I am instantly hard in anticipation. Her other characters have always titillated me (and her, of course), but these games are the easily the most intensely erotic for the simple reason that the Elf-Queen is the most excitingly dirty and deliciously filthy-minded creature I have ever met.

*****

Those who have followed my story since the first chapter will recall that when Anya wants oral attention from me, it is just as likely to involve servicing her lovely bottom as much as her pussy. I, of course, have no difficulty with this as, aside from the incredible erotic charge I get from putting my face in between those flawless nether cheeks, I love the excitement she always derives from this most intimate act. Anya, to put it plainly, loves virtually every sort of anal play…

Much of the time, any serious anal sessions usually commence with an enema. This, mark you, is not merely a hygienic precaution; in fact, the enema is usually as much part of the play as whatever follows. Anya introduced this practice to me quite early on in our acquaintance and, though I was hesitant at first, I have come to find the sensations very arousing. Anya loves to administer them to me (playing a very clinical role sometimes), but most of all she really, really loves to receive them herself.

Now, before I move on, I need to tell you a couple of things that are relevant to my story:

First, shortly after the Halloween party I mentioned, Anya and I rented a house together. This didn’t really make us more boyfriend-girlfriend than we were before but rather it just seemed more practical to share the expenses. We still maintain separate bedrooms (which was just as much my idea as it was Anya’s, lest you were wondering otherwise), but now we don’t have to end our times together with one of us having to make the trek back to our own apartment. The other benefit, aside from the sheer size of the place, is that it has a huge, old-fashioned bathroom with lots of tile and plenty of floor-space. There is an old iron bathtub (the sort with the clawed feet), but a modern shower stall has also been installed along with a bidet. Now, in our new premises, we not only can have bedroom sex, but basement sex (more about this some other time) and bathroom sex as well. The bathroom sex (and we call it that) is definitely my favorite…

The other thing I must tell you involves something of a development. You may recall that intercourse is not part of our relationship (and probably never will be), but, of late, there is some suggestion that there may be some room for… well, improvement, so to speak. When I have administered enemas to Anya I have always wondered what it must be like to slide my cock into her bottom while she is full of the warm, sudsy fluid. Anya, it appears, may have wondered the same thing for she has dropped several hints that this may actually happen.

The first time, after I had filled her and removed the enema nozzle, she looked wistfully at the diameter of the tubing and mused that something a little bigger would be better. She looked at me quite meaningfully and then grasped the shaft of my cock in a gentle, exploratory grip and whispered huskily in my ear:

‘Something about this size would be so much nicer,’ she said.

The next two hints were even more blatant. On both occasions, while the nozzle was deep inside her and the water slowly filling her, she asked me if I thought about putting my cock in there too. The second time, she actually reached around and began working the nozzle slowly in and out of her asshole as she asked the question, making me almost pass out with longing.

‘For that, you’d have to be a very good boy…’ she announced.

Well… that certainly made it plain that nothing along such lines was going to occur on that occasion and, sure enough, it didn’t. But there was hope, I thought… When Anya dropped hints, even vague ones, it generally meant that she had some particular intention and, though I dared not actually rely on that general rule, I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I might be permitted to be inside her that way. Naturally, it seemed like an eternity before the magical actually happened…

*****

One Sunday afternoon, Anya and I were reading and listening to a Verdi opera in the smaller of our two living rooms (we have a large, somewhat formal ‘parlor’ at the front of the house, and a smaller, and more cozy ‘sitting room’ as well). Now I should explain that Anya and I observe what we call ‘Naked Sundays’ which means, it should be fairly obvious, that we go without clothes for the day. On Sundays we rarely go out, and don’t expect callers, so being naked is just a pleasant way of really relaxing. There’s nothing particularly sexual about it but, on this particular Sunday, it became apparent that Anya had something in mind…

At some point, it must have been an hour or so after lunch, Anya got up and, without a word, left me and went up to the second floor. She was gone for a while (I wasn’t really paying attention) and then I heard her voice from the top of the stairs.

‘Come and give me a hand, will you?’ she called.

At first, I assumed that she must have plugged the toilet, needed something lifted, or otherwise required my physical efforts in some fashion. When I got upstairs however, I saw that she was in the bathroom, standing in front of the toilet with an enema can, already filled, in one hand, and the nozzle in the other. I was surprised of course, particularly because Anya had not dropped any of her usual hints about sex-play to come, but it was a pleasant sort of surprise and my cock immediately twitched in interest. She beckoned me in and then I saw that the nozzle she had selected was a Bardex… that was unusual.

Now for those unfamiliar, I should explain that a Bardex nozzle is a special type that has two ‘balloons’ along the length that are inflated with a rubber bulb. The purpose of these is to have one inflated just inside the anus, and one outside, so as to prevent the nozzle (or anything else) from coming out during the procedure. Anya has used this on me many times but, to date has never asked me to use it on her… she much prefers a long, ribbed nozzle usually and likes it to be slid in and out as the enema liquid is flowing into her.

I know I raised my eyebrows at this turn of affairs but Anya ignored this and hung the enema can from one of the shower curtain hooks. She picked up a tube of KY that was sitting on the bath rack and handed it to me.

‘Use lots,’ she said. ‘You know how to work the Bardex, right?’

I nodded by way of reply, but I was still a little taken aback by the matter of fact, rather neutral tone in her voice. As I mentioned, there had been absolutely no signals, or hints of anything sexual to come before hand and Anya’s manner now was also distinctly business-like. Being naked with her, and being handed the lubricant had already made me almost fully erect but she pointedly ignored my arousal and lowered herself into position.

Our tub, I should explain, is of the old-fashioned variety and has very high sides. Accordingly, we have a small wooden step on the floor beside it and Anya, as is her usual practice, had folded a towel on top of it. She knelt down and leaned forward with her forearms on the tub rim, her bottom now thrust out towards me.

‘I’m ready,’ she said.

Now, I have to stop at this point and let me try and describe this riveting view for you. Anya, I have said before is a very attractive woman… slender, but with nice wide hips and a gorgeous peach-shaped derriere. Her skin is very pale, alabaster almost, and when she is on all fours with the pinkness of her labial folds just visible beneath the darker crack of her bottom, the vision can just about make one swoon. I was hard and throbbing as I rubbed the sticky KY over the nozzle.

‘Put some on me, too’ she said. ‘And lots inside me as well…’

I was trembling a little as I knelt down beside her. I used one hand to spread her open for me and was momentarily transfixed by the sight of her pretty asshole. Anya has a very tight little anal ring with delicate folds forming a twisted, pale, star-shape. Around the margins, in a wide corona, the smooth skin has a sunset-hued appearance in lovely pinks and light tan… It is a beautiful, deliciously gorgeous asshole indeed.

I raised the tip of the KY tube to her pretty opening and squeezed. A little blob of the clear jelly formed over the tight aperture and I used one finger to smear it around, making Anya start at the sensation. Her anus was now glistening and I put the tube back to her hole again and this time I pressed the tip tightly inwards before squeezing. I could feel the thick, viscous goo being pressed out of the tube and squirting inside. Again, I rubbed my finger in a circle around her anus and then slipped the tip inside, twirling it to coat the inside of her sphincter with the slippery gel. I heard her breath catch and she stiffened in anticipation of the nozzle.

The front balloon of the Bardex has a tapered shape for entry and, before being inflated, has an almost winged appearance. I put the tip to Anya’s waiting anus and then slowly pushed it inside. Anya moaned now and I felt my cock jerk upwards excitedly. I deeply wanted to be sliding myself inside her instead of the nozzle but I knew that this, at least for the time being, was not to be. Instead, I pressed the nozzle home as far as it would go and then began to squeeze the bulb.

It took just four vigorous squeezes to fill both balloons and an exploratory tug on the enema tube confirmed that the tip was held firmly in place. I knew what the sensation of the twin balloons was like and I experienced a little vicarious pleasure when I saw how Anya’s asshole was being stretched. I waited for a moment or two and then deftly flicked the valve just behind the nozzle…

‘Oh… Oh, my god,’ Anya gasped.

Although we have several enema bags, Anya much prefers the can as it is easier to fill and holds, I think, one and a half quarts. The tube attachment is quite wide but usually, with the nozzle Anya generally uses, the adapter allows for a narrow tube. The Bardex, in contrast, uses a much wider one and I could tell that Anya was surprised at the sheer strength of the flow. I could almost hear the rush of the water flooding inside her and I caressed her bottom cheeks gently as she went almost rigid at the sensation.

It took nearly two minutes for the can to empty as far as it could. There was not much more than a couple of fluid ounces left inside and I switched off the valve. Normally, we let an enema sit for at least a few minutes and I did so now but, when I went to withdraw the nozzle, Anya stopped me.

‘No… fill up the can again,’ she said. Her voice was tight.

I must have done a double take at that moment. I know what one can full feels like and the pressure is quite intense. I could scarcely believe she wanted more.

‘Are you sure?’ I asked. She nodded.

‘Yes,’ she said. She was gritting her teeth, I could tell, but I could also sense a pleasure and excitement behind the discomfort. ‘ I want you to completely fill me…’

I turned on the shower and, after adjusting for the right, lukewarm temperature, I filled the can once again and hung it back on its hook. Anya, who had relaxed for a moment or so, now stiffened in anticipation again as I bent to open the enema valve. There as a brief delay and then my lovely lady moaned deeply.

‘Oh, fuck me’ she gasped. ‘That’s deeper than I ever had it fill me before.’

I reached beneath her and very gently massaged her abdomen. I could feel the water moving inside her and it genuinely felt as though her belly was swollen with the incredible intake. I continued to massage and then the flow, probably inhibited by the backward pressure, slowed to a standstill. I closed the valve again.

‘That’s it,’ I said. ‘I don’t think any more will flow.’ Anya nodded.

‘Just as well,’ she said with some effort’ ‘I don’t think I could take any more.’

I thought she would ask me to remove the nozzle for her but, to my surprise, she climbed a little unsteadily to her feet. Her face was flushed. I reached to help her but she waved me away.

‘I don’t need any more help,’ she said. ‘And you don’t need to watch the rest… go on back downstairs, now.’

I was a little crestfallen at this. I had already clued into the fact that Anya had nothing sexual in mind at that moment, but the abrupt dismissal was a little disappointing. My erection had already subsided and now it seems as though the prospect of anything exciting happening had vanished entirely. Anya, however, raised my spirits once again.

‘I won’t be too long,’ she said, more softly this time. ‘But I do want to clean in here a little.’ She then gave me a look that made my heart leap. ‘You know, for later...’ she said.

*****

Once I was downstairs, I had a sudden revelation of sorts. Anya had not given me any signal of upcoming sex play before the enema because the enema *was* the signal. The second signal, of course, was her mentioning that she was going to clean the bathroom ‘for later’, and I knew then, with a little thrill of excitement that, not only did Anya have something special planned, it was going to be a special session of ‘bathroom sex’. Already, I was wondering how I would manage to wait patiently until the appointed time arrived.

Anya finished what she had to do and came down after a while. She was now fully dressed and it appeared that the naked part of naked Sunday was now over. She had also reverted to her neutral demeanor once again and it was clear that she was not going to give away any further hints of what was to come until she was ready. Her first task for me was to go to the basement and fetch an appropriate bottle of wine.

‘I’m going to make veal scallops later,’ she announced. “I need some rice, though… can you run out and get me a bag?’

Naturally I had to get dressed again and by the time I returned from the store it was very nearly 5pm. Anya busied herself in the kitchen right away and I poured us each a glass of wine to drink while she cooked. She made a saffron risotto to go along with the veal scallops and we enjoyed a lovely meal at the kitchen table as watched the sun go down. Afterwards, Anya cleared away.

‘Make me some tea, will you?’ she asked as she placed the dishes in the sink. She looked back at me with a sly little smile and, again, she made my heart jump with sudden excitement. Anya drinks tea almost every night but it has now become established that if she asks me to make it, she is signaling that she will pee for me later… Now, I was beginning to feel that my cup was indeed running over. Not just bathroom sex, but pee-sex too!

It must have taken her two hours to finish the tea. It was a large pot, to be sure, but I also know that she was intentionally dragging out the time, making me almost nuts with anticipation. Finally, she emptied her cup and stood up.

‘I have stuff to do,’ she announced. ‘Why don’t you read, or something? I’ll be calling you in a while, I expect.’

She left, going upstairs once again, and I tried to absorb myself in the same book I had been reading earlier. I think I managed to get through two chapters or so but I have no memory of what I read as the words seemed to be meaningless. I was far too preoccupied with what was to come and my ability to concentrate was just about non-existent. About a half hour later, while I was still waiting for her to call, I heard a strange sound floating down from the upper story.

I stood up and, as I walked across the room, it became clear that there was music being softly played.

I opened the door to investigate further and saw that the hallway was only dimly lit and the landing at the top of the stairs was in complete darkness. The music was coming from up there and all of a sudden I recognized it as a recording of Elvish chants set to music that Anya had bought a while ago. The sound made me instantly hard…

The Elf-Queen was waiting for me!

*****

Oh God … I couldn’t imagine what was about to happen, but I knew that it was going to be very, very intense. My heart was thumping like a jack-hammer inside my chest as I slowly, and very nervously, mounted the stairs. When I reached top, my eyes trained into the blackness beyond but, even with a little light coming up from below, I couldn’t make out the end of the passageway. Then, suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak and a golden glow from within lit the hall to reveal my sexy Queen in all her naughty glory.

I hadn’t known it, but Anya had actually been outside the door when she opened it and it was just the light spilling from within that now made her visible. Her hair was pulled back and she wore a golden chain as a sort of circlet around her head, with little medallion dangling from the front so as to hang just above and between her eyes. Her chest was harnessed with a cup-less leather bra I had seen her wear before but, now, a sheer square of gossamer hung from the top of the shoulder straps. It covered the swell of her breasts, falling almost to her navel, but the dark circles of her nipples showed clearly through the flimsy cloth.

There was a leather belt around Anya’s waist and from the front and back hung two more strips of gossamer cloth, each no more than a hand-span across and reaching almost to the floor. I couldn’t see through them in the shadows that fell across her nether regions but I knew, to a certainty, that she wore nothing underneath. Tendrils of steam were now emerging through the doorway, curling about her in the golden light, and when she raised her hand to halt me where I stood, she looked magnificent.

‘Are you ready to serve your Queen?’ she asked imperiously. I nodded silently and she looked me up and down in clear disdain.

‘You are not permitted to be clothed in my throne room,’ she said. She turned and entered the doorway, pausing only to deliver a final order. ‘Attend to it, Mortal!’

As nervous as I was, I managed to tear off my clothes in less than five seconds. My cock was achingly hard now and stood out stiffly in front of me as I approached the doorway. Feeling my pulse racing, I peered around the doorjamb, into the bathroom, and my eyes opened wide at what I saw…

Anya had strategically placed candles on almost every available surface, perhaps two dozen in all. They all winked and guttered together but the brightness of their combined flames was muted and softened by the thick clouds of steam in the room. As always, when we had bathroom sex, Anya prepared the room by running the hot water for a good fifteen minutes beforehand and here, in our new house, with both the shower and the bath tap running at full blast, the atmosphere was dense thick with roiling vapor. Anya appeared almost wraithlike in the steamy gloom and I could feel the sweat already rising on my brow as I stepped inside. Anya bid me close the door.

‘Advance’ she commanded me. I stepped into the center of the room, the tiles cold against my feet, and Anya planted herself in front of me, one hand resting negligently on her hip. In her other hand, I saw, she held a thin leather belt folded into a loop.

‘And how will you worship your Queen?’ she asked me. She reached out with the belt and dangled it over my erection, allowing it to play teasingly along the top of the shaft. ‘With this meagre little wand, perhaps?’

I really had no idea what sort of answer was required and I just swallowed hard as the delightful sensations in my cock sent shivers up my spine. Anya’s gaze hardened at my silence and with a sudden jerk of her wrist she snapped the head of my penis sharply with the belt. It hurt … believe me it hurt, but the pain was intensely exciting at the same time.

‘Well?’ she demanded. ‘Is that what you were thinking?’ She seemed about to fetch me another blow and I quickly managed to stammer a reply.

‘Uh… Uh, yes? My, my Queen…’

Queen Anya laughed out loud and then slipped her other hand around my balls, cupping them briefly before sliding her fingers in a gentle caress along the shaft.

‘We’ll see…’ she said.

She suddenly looped the belt around my waist and fastened it tightly. Gripping the front around the buckle she pulled me further into the gloom until we were before the toilet. There was a towel folded on the floor just a foot or so in front of the bowl. Again, she grasped my cock, holding it almost tenderly.

‘Are you ready to show your devotion to me, mortal?’ she asked in a sibilant whisper. She began to move her hand back and forth along my cock. ‘Are you ready to use your mouth in worship?

I half-moaned a reply of assent and shivered as she squeezed the pulsing base of my shaft.

‘With your mouth to my bottom?’ she continued. ‘Will you put your mouth against my asshole to show your devotion? Will you taste my ass?’

Oh God…. The way she put the questions made my knees weak with intense horniness. At that moment I would have done anything she demanded.

‘Yes… yes, my Queen’ I rasped hoarsely. She nodded and pointed to the towel.

‘Kneel in supplication, then’ she ordered.

I did as I was bid and Anya stepped in front of me facing the toilet, the tips of her toes on either side of the pedestal. She stood there silently for a moment so that I could gaze upon the dark shadow of her ass crevice through the whisper thin strip of gossamer. A moment longer she waited, and then she reached back and pulled away the narrow cloth so that her naked bottom was now inched from my face.

‘Show me your devotion, mortal’ she commanded me softly.

*****

Every muscle in body was trembling now. I reached out with both hands and lightly gripped Anya’s legs at the knees and then slowly bent my face to her alabaster cheeks. I kissed each in turn, first at the top, then beneath the curve at the underside, pausing between each peck. I felt Anya trembling herself and my cock pulsed excitedly at the thought of her mounting arousal. I now pressed my lips squarely into the crevice, kissing deeply and allowing my tongue to probe inside. Anya now gasped out loud.

I wriggled deeper, sweeping my tongue up and down inside the tight pillows of her buttocks, twirling it as it snaked inward. My hands now slid up her thighs and I pulled her hips towards me, thrusting as far as I could go. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat now and I pushed deeper still, straining until I just grazed her anus. I was desperate to be inside her now and she was wanting it too…

‘Wait’ she gasped. She reached forward and put down the toilet lid, then climbed up to kneel upon it, As she leaned forward to rest her forearms on the top of the tank, her bottom now thrust toward me, the cheeks spreading open. I gazed hungrily at the little tan eye within and then bent towards her once again.

Now my tongue had free access to her lovely little hole and I swept it eagerly over and around the wrinkled aperture, pressing first with the flat against the opening and then with the tip. I began to flick back and forth, teasing at first and then pressing insistently, trying to tease my way in. Anya moaned and she rocked her hips back towards me in pleasure.

‘Lick me,’ she said. ‘Lick my anus… put your tongue on my asshole’

She was beginning to open like a flower bud now, her excitement causing her tight aperture to widen for me. The tip of my tongue now wriggled inside and I pushed harder, willing myself to be fully within the hot depths of her ass. She exhaled sharply then, relaxing her sphincter and suddenly I was as far in as I could go.

‘Oh yes… fuck me in my bottom,’ she moaned. ‘Fuck me with your tongue.’

I was thrusting back and forth now, twisting the tip to cares the soft inner walls of her musky hole, and Anya was bucking her hips towards me, grinding my face into her crevice. I was deeper inside her than I had ever been before and the immense eroticism of the moment was making my cock leak pre-cum copiously. I was dangerously close to cumming myself when Anya suddenly gave a short sharp scream and came herself…

Now, you need to know that, each time we have done this in the past, Anya has only come while touching herself at the same time that I licked her. This time, however, her hands were nowhere near her cunt and her orgasm came just from the attentions of my tongue. It was, I swear, an even more powerful orgasm than any before and, the contractions of her muscles caused her asshole to clamp tightly about the width of my tongue, holding me and sucking me deeper inside with each wave of her pleasure. Again and again she bucked her bottom against my face and she rode me, gasping and whimpering as the last aftershocks subsided. Finally, she disengaged herself and turned to face me. She bent and kissed me hotly, thrusting her own tongue into my mouth.

‘I can taste your devotion,’ she whispered when she pulled away. Her eyes were glistening with excitement and she reached down to grasp my throbbing member. ‘What else would you put inside my bottom?’ she asked me. ‘Do you think you should be allowed to penetrate me?’

I struggled to think of a reply but Anya saved me the trouble. She stood up and looked down at me with a look of pure wickedness.

‘I think a further display of your devotion is required first,’ she smiled.

*****

Anya continued to stand over me and, as I watched, she slowly removed the gauze strip from the front of her belt and tossed it carelessly aside. She began to slide her hands downward across the flat of her belly, pressing inward as her fingers slipped along either side of her mound.

‘Your Queen has a desperate need,’ she informed me slyly. ‘Such an awful, awful need to pee.’

She allowed her eyes to close briefly and then she moaned in mock agony. ‘It’s going to come, soon’ she told me. ‘Are you ready to show me how you worship my precious piss as deeply as you do my bottom?’ 

‘Oh yes, my Queen’ I murmured fervently. ‘Please let me show you…’

I was expecting her to let go immediately but she suddenly reached for the shelf above the toilet tank and grabbed a glass flask. It was actually a flower vase from downstairs and she had obviously brought it up here for whatever she had in mind. There was also something blue towards the back of the shelf but, for the moment, I couldn’t tell what it was.

‘Take this in both hands, mortal’ Anya instructed me. She handed me the vase and I looked at in confusion. I was expecting something along the lines of a regular golden shower but this was a new twist on anything we had done before. I as trying to guess what Anya had in mind when she ordered me to hold the vase steady for her.

‘Catch my piss, mortal … save it for worship’

Suddenly, she dropped her hips slightly, bending her knees so that her pussy lips were flush over the top of the flask and then, with no delay at all, she let loose a hot torrent of golden piss into the waiting mouth. The steaming column burst against the base, splattering up the sides and the sudden heat against my hands sent a flutter of excitement through my belly. I loved seeing her pee explode from her lovely cunt and the ritual way we were doing this was deeply, deeply arousing.

Anya peed for what seemed like minutes and the flask, a good pint and a half, I would judge, was very nearly full when the last few drops had dwindled. She looked me deep in the eyes.

‘Do you want to partake of my holy communion?’ she asked me. I suddenly knew what was expected now and I nodded devoutly. Anya took the flask from me.

‘This is my pee,’ she intoned. ‘This is my sacred nectar…’

She held the rim of the flask to my lips and, as I closed my eyes in supplication, she tipped it, sending a flood of her hot, steaming fluid into my mouth. The acid saltiness exploded on my taste buds and I gulped, feeling my cock strain to an impossible fullness at the sheer eroticism of the act. I waited for more but Anya shook her head.

‘We need this for an even more special communion,’ she said mysteriously. Before I could begin to wonder what that might mean she handed the flask back to me once again and retrieved the blue thing I had seen on the shelf. As she brought it down into the light I suddenly saw that it was rubber enema syringe. I stared at it in dumb fascination, causing Anya to smile wickedly.

‘What shall we do with this do you suppose?’ she asked. I didn’t even have time to shrug before she deftly unscrewed the plug at the bottom and upturned it in front of me. ‘Fill it up, mortal,’ she commanded me. ‘Don’t spill even a single drop, either.’

My hands were shaking as I did as I was told and when the entire contents of the flask were inside the rubber bulb, Anya replaced the plug and inverted the syringe. She took the flask and gave me the syringe to hold in its stead. I now had some idea what it was she had in mind but, as a few moments later were to reveal…. I had it wrong.

Anya put the flask back on the shelf and retrieved the same tube of KY we had use earlier. She spread some on her fingers and, watching the expression on my face intently, she began to grease the nozzle of the syringe in the same slow, teasing motion she so often uses on my cock. When she was finished she held up the tube, one eyebrow raised quizzically as though daring me to guess how next it would be used, and then she bent slightly. Smiling at me, she placed the tube in between the cheeks of her bottom and squeezed.

Oh Jesus … I had some vague inkling of what was to happen next, but the larger picture of her intent was still a mystery. Whatever it was, though, was making me as horny as I had ever been.

Anya turned and faced the toilet again, this time bending forward to grasp the top of the tank with her hands. Her bottom was now open to me once again, the deliciously crenellated now shining with lubricant, and the pussy lips below were also just as slick with her arousal.

‘Put it inside me,’ Anya whispered.

Slowly, tenderly, I eased the narrow nozzle into her waiting bottom and when it was all the easy in I held it for a moment. I could hear Anya’s breath coming in a slow measured tempo and a there was a stillness in the room as I pressed the bulb. Anya started as the contents squirted into her.

‘Oh Christ… that’s so fucking hot,’ she gasped.

I continued to squeeze emptying it all into her and then I withdrew the nozzle. After a moment, she turned to face me once again but she wasn’t looking at me this time. She had one hand pressed against her lower stomach and one flat against her bottom and her eyes were closed as though she was , almost, savoring a supremely delicious sensation. For a full minute she continued to breathe deeply as though in a trance and then she recovered her composure once again. I was about to ask her if she was alright but she placed a finger across my lips and eyed me to silence.

‘Are you ready for a very special, most holy communion?’ she asked me.

In that instant, I suddenly understood what Anya wanted me to do and I could also see that she recognized my understanding. Had I balked right then, and chosen to go no further with this game, Anya would have accepted my decision without reproach, but there was something important happening at that moment and, in my arousal, there was nothing I could have refused her. Even before I could reply, Anya sensed my acceptance but she continued to question me in final confirmation of my devotion.

‘Will you worship my bottom and take my pee from me?’ she asked. ‘Will you show me your total devotion by taking communion from my ass?’ She was staring at me intensely as she waited on my reply.

‘Yes, my Queen,’ I responded hoarsely. ‘I want to take what you give me.’

Anya nodded. Her face was impassive but I could see a gleam of pleased satisfaction in her eyes. She turned slowly, like a priest approaching an altar and climbed to kneel upon the toilet seat again. She was shaking now but I was trembling too and the arousal we were sharing was even thicker than the heavy steam in the close confines of the room. She presented her bottom to me and, taking the cheeks in my hand, I reverently bent my face to her crevice once again.

As my mouth closed around her anus, encircling her tightly, a silence descended for a full minute and then I felt Anya tense. There was one more brief pause and then suddenly a fountain of piss squirted in a hot jet into my mouth, making me gulp furiously. Once again I taste the acrid saltiness but this time there was an added musky dimension that made my cock seem to swell even further and I continued to swallow hungrily, taking every drop. The first flow subsided after a few seconds or so but Anya tensed again and one jet followed another until she was empty. As before, she turned and kissed me, tasting herself from my mouth. She was, I think I can say, as excited as I have ever seen her and before I could do or say anything she pushed me down to the floor and sat astride me.

‘You’re going to be inside me again,’ she said. ‘Inside my bottom… but this time with your cock.’

She reached behind herself with one hand and rubbed the slick pre-cum over the head and down the shaft. Carefully, she placed her asshole over the glans and let it press against her. I moaned then, and in a moment I was inside her, the heat almost making me shoot my load immediately.

‘Don’t cum’ Anya hissed urgently. ‘Don’t come until I tell you…’

Very slowly, almost gingerly, she lowered herself down, easing herself onto my rigid spike until it was buried to the hilt. Her eye were half-closed now and I could see she was loving the sensation as she started to rock herself, rising on the forward motion until just the head remained inside and dropping down hard on the backstroke. It took only a few seconds of this before I felt beyond recovery.

‘I… I’m going to…’

‘Stop!’ Anya demanded. She held herself still for a moment and then rocked forward again until I was all but pulled free from her. I willed myself not to explode and gritted my teeth with the effort.

‘You can come in a moment,’ Anya said. She bent forward, still gripping my glans with her asshole, and kissed me. ‘After you do, I want you to give me another orgasm, but before that’ she added, her voice dropping to a delicious whisper, ‘ I want you to suck every drop of cum out of my bottom…’

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