Author's Introduciton

This is a story inspired by something I read elsewhere on this site. The original story was only an introduction and I found it to be so hot that I decided to rework and expand it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed creating my version of this fantasy. Thanks to RoyalFlush78987 for the inspiration found under "First Enema From or to the Opposite Sex."

PART 1

Robyn and I have known each other longer than either of us can remember. Both of our families socialized together often and our relationship seemed more like that of cousins than friends. For all this familiarity there was never a romantic spark between us. We were both eighteen and we often did things together as friends when we were between girlfriends and boyfriends. As young, single adults we stayed in touch and saw each other with some frequency. One time when we were both unattached, we were at her place, commiserating about our lack of a love life. She mumbled something like, “I guess I'll have to have an enema and a finger-fuck before bed tonight.” Did I hear that right? Being turned on by enemas was my big secret. Now Robyn was admitting that she gives herself enemas and masturbates?! "Have you ever been given an enema by a guy, or given one to a guy," I asked. "No... I've thought about it many times but I never had the opportunity. What about you? Have you ever had one from a girl?" I shook my head. "No, but I've often thought about it. That would turn me on, but I've never had the nerve to bring it up," I said sheepishly. We sat there quietly for a moment, then she got up and announced, "I have to pee." She walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she was carrying an enema bag. It was a standard combination syringe or "hot water bottle" style, a red colored bag with a white hose. "OK, I'm game," she announced, "but if we're gonna do this enema thing together, you have to promise me we won't fuck." "You've got it," I said. "Who's going first... I mean, who's getting it first," she asked. "I'd rather be second if it's OK with you." "Yeah, that's fine. I'll go first." She carried the bag to the kitchen sink where she turned on the faucet and let the water run and adjusted the flow until it was the temp she wanted. She filled the bag to capacity then attached the hose. The enema nozzle was already on the hose. She started the flow to expel the air, then shut the clamp. "We'll do this in the bedroom." I stood up and adjusted my pants as best I could around my raging hard-on which she noticed right away. She grinned. "Well, I can see you're excited about this!" "Uh... yeah. Aren't you?" "Ooohhh yeah. I'm already a little wet." We walked to her bedroom with a stop in the bathroom where she directed me to grab some towels, a tube of lubricant and a box of tissues. She hung the bag on the clothes rod in her closet, then draped the hose back over the rod with the nozzle pointing down. While she was hanging the bag, I put the lube and tissues on her nightstand, then pulled the covers down the bed and folded them at the foot of the bed. I then spread out the towels on the lower bed sheet. She began to unbutton her blouse. I hesitated wondering whether to stay dressed until it was my turn or to undress right away. I slipped off my shoes and socks, then unbuckled my belt. We both felt nervous. The most physical contact we had were hugs and an occasional friendly kiss. Suddenly, here we were about to reveal all to each other. "Tell you what," Robyn said. "I don't want this going too far so let's agree that for the receiving part, we'll each be naked. For the giving part, bra and panties for me, shorts and T-shirt for you." "Fine with me." "Now remember, you promised me, no fucking." I looked directly at her. "Yes, I promised. We won't do that."

PART 2 - HER TURN

That was an easy promise for me to make. Because we'd known each other all our lives and knew each other so well, Robyn seemed more like a relative than a possible lover. The thought of sex with her just didn't appeal to me. I continued to get undressed and by the time I was down to my shorts and T shirt, I had an idea. "I'll be right back." I walked out and down the hall to near the entry door where Robyn had one of those pole-style hat/coat racks. There was nothing on it so I picked it up an carried it back to the bedroom. When she saw me with it she grinned. "Great idea. I usually hang the bag on my headboard but that will be perfect." "I have one of these at my place and it's what I use..." She was wearing her bra and panties and proceeded to finish undressing. She was attractive but not a stunning beauty. It was the first time I'd seen her naked since we were young children and I suddenly felt as though I wanted to feast my eyes on her before we did anything else. She laid down on her tummy and drew a leg up so she wasn't lying flat, then adjusted two pillows under her head and shoulders so she could wrap her arms comfortably around them. In this position her beautiful round bottom was somewhat parted and elevated and there was space for her to reach between her legs. I moved the hat rack so it was next to the bed and at about her hips. Next, I carried the bag from the closest where she had left it and hung it on the rack. She looked up. "That's perfect. I like to be able to see the bag." I pulled several tissues out of box and laid them on the nightstand, then opened the tube of gel and squirted an ample amount on the layered tissues. Using my index finger, I smeared gel on the nozzle until it was well coated. "I have the nozzle ready," I told her. "Do you want me to lube you too?" "Yeahs, please do... and take your time to make sure I'm well lubed, inside and out." With that, I gathered more gel on my finger then dabbed some on her anus. Slowly and gently I worked my finger in every direction over and around the outside of her puckered opening. When I sensed she was ready, I gently worked my finger into her with a series of alternating pushes and withdrawals with each push going just slightly deeper than the last. "I want you to tighten and relax in time with my pushes," I told her. I could feel her contractions and together we created a rhythm. "Keep doing the contractions." I stopped withdrawing and just held my finger inside her without pushing. "Now think about sucking my finger into you as you relax and contract." She continued the contractions while I applied only light pressure. Suddenly it felt as though my finger was being pulled into her. I noticed that her labia and opening to her vagina were glistening from her wetness. "Ooohhh... wow..." she moaned. "Mmmmmm.... I had no idea you were so skilled at this." When my finger was in to the max I twisted it, spreading the gel as best I could, then withdrew my finger and wiped it thoroughly on a tissue. "I think I'd better wash my hands before anything else happens." "OK... but would you mind switching to the douche nozzle? You did such a good job of preparing me that I don't want the enema nozzle to slip out." She told me where to find the other nozzle and off I went. When I returned, I picked up the hose and switched the nozzles. "Do you have any special requests for how I give you your enema?" I proceeded to lubricate the douche nozzle just as before. "Be gentle and start it with a medium flow. You can control the flow with the clamp. I'll tell you if I want it faster or slower." I parted her bottom and with a clear view of her somewhat funnel-like opening, I pushed the douche nozzle into her, then eased off her cheek. "Are you ready," I asked. She nodded and said "Yes," just above a whisper. I opened the clamp fully, then pinched it about halfway closed. "The nozzle feels like it might come out." I grabbed the hose near the nozzle end and held it. "That's better." She paused. "Can you open the clamp some more without opening it completely?." I did as she asked, then heard, "Oh.... yeah... now I feel it." There was a long pause, then she said, "I like to do this slowly and savor the feeling. This feels just right to me." She looked up at the bag, then her eyes met mine. "Ooohhh... the site of you standing there next to the bag above me like that... and feeling the enema filling me.... this is so incredible." She lowered her eyes and moved her arm slightly. I looked down and could tell that her hand was moving between her legs. The sight of her completely naked with the hose entering her bottom had me on fire. There was no hiding the obvious bulge in my shorts and I could have easily stroked myself to a magnificent orgasm right then and there but I decided to take my turn later. It was hard to resist the urge. I turned my attention to what Robyn might want but I was unsure of what to do or say. She was early in the process of fingering herself. After some hesitation, I softly asked, "Would you like any help from me? Like maybe moving the nozzle in and out of you like this?" I began to withdraw then push the nozzle just an inch or two, slowly and gently. "Oohhh..." she moaned . She had taken about a third of the bag. I moved slightly to see if I could get a better view. Her fingers were moving and she was getting more frenzied. "Touch me... I mean... you know..." I sat down along the edge of the bed near her thighs. From here I could see all. With one hand I continued to hold the nozzle in place while pushing and pulling it in and out of her. With my other hand I gently touched her labia and flicked my fingers over her vaginal opening. She was wet and I gathered her honey on my fingers as best I could. I gently caressed her and I could tell she was rubbing her clit furiously by now. "Finger me." I pulled my fingers back, working the wetness I had collected onto my thumb, then with my fingers pointing downward, pushed my thumb into her vagina. I then danced my fingers upward over her labia, then finally reached her clit. She pulled her fingers away and I began to rub. She directed me to move slightly this way then that until I was touching exactly the spot she wanted stimulated. "That's it.... Ooohhh right there.... a little harder. Ooohhhh.... God...." At that moment, her orgasm began. I continued to move in and out of both openings in opposite time and rubbing her just the way she directed. I watched as the muscles around her vagina and anus contracted and relaxed, over and over again. It was so hott to see and I felt on the verge of cumming myself... and then the contractions subsided. "Whew...." she sighed, after a moment. "Oh..... You can close the clamp now." I did just that and looked up. "You took most of the enema. All but about 1/4 of the bag." "I feel pretty full but that was exquisite." "Are you ready for the nozzle to come out?" "Yeah." I parted her bottom and withdrew the douche nozzle, then stood up. I carried the bag and hose to the bathroom. She followed, turning on the light and vent fan on her way in. "Just leave it hanging in the shower." She headed for the toilet. "I want to be alone for this part." "I don't blame you. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." I blew her a kiss, then turned and walked out, closing the door behind me.

PART 3 - HIS TURN

The next 30 minutes or so felt like three hours. I was so worked up from thinking about what got us to this point: the words spoken followed by seeing the bag, hose and nozzles, giving Robyn an enema, then fingering her and watching her orgasm. I could hardly control myself. This wait was the drawback of receiving second. I could hear faint sounds from Robyn in the bathroom. It wasn't long after I left her alone that it sounded like she was moaning. 'Having another orgasm,' I wondered. Finally I heard the toilet flush, then the shower running for a few minutes followed by muted sounds. At long last I head the bathroom door open, then Robyn reappeared in the bedroom. "How was that for an enema and a finger fuck," I asked. "I couldn't have done it any better myself!" She paused. "That was wonderful," she said smiling. She grabbed her bra and panties and put them on. I was lying in the bed with the covers pulled up part way, but still in my underwear. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but I wanted to be fairly sure I was empty, and I cleaned the nozzles and everything while I was in the shower." "Not a problem at all. I didn't expect you to hold your enema during my turn." "How considerate," she said with a chuckle, "and now it is your turn. Do you want to prepare your enema or do you want me to get it ready for you?" "I'd like to be at your mercy for this. You give me whatever kind of enema you want to give me." A smirk crossed her face. "You might regret that!" "I'm not worried." She walked out and a few minutes later returned with the full bag and the douche nozzle attached. She hung the bag on the hat rack, then just as I had done, squirted lubricant onto a short pile of tissues. I slipped out of my underwear and tossed it on the floor, then rolled onto my tummy and got into a position similar to what she had done. "My fingernails are... I don't think you'll want me to lube you the way you did me." "Just do that with the nozzle." "That's what I had in mind." I felt her spreading my bottom. She had liberally lubricated the nozzle with gel and I felt her dabbing it on me, then she began to work the nozzle into me. I contracted and relaxed just the way I had told her to do earlier. She caught on and moved the nozzle in and out a little. "Just hold it in place and only apply a little pressure," I told her. After a few seconds, I sucked the nozzle into myself. She opened the clamp fully and I felt the sudden surge of the warm water entering me, then I heard a couple of clicks as she slowed the flow by tightening the clamp. "How's that," she asked after a moment. "Oh... it feels so good." I laid there savoring the sensations for a bit, then looked up at her. Robyn's eyes seemed to be fixated on my backside but then our eyes met. She smiled. This is really turning me on to see you... to be giving you an enema." "I felt that way watching you..." There was a long pause, then she announced, "You've taken about half the bag." She paused. "I'm wondering about... how... and when..." She paused again. "You mean how and when I want to cum?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. This still feels a little awkward to me. You were so good to me... I want to be sure you enjoy this." "Thanks." I paused. "There's something I've always wanted to try. When you've given me all but about 1/4 or 1/3 of the bag, close the clamp then take it off the rack. I'll lay on my back and... take care of myself. When I'm about to cum, I'll want you to open the clamp and then squeeze the bag hard to force the rest of the water into me." "Wow... sounds like a great idea." There was long pause then she closed the clamp. "I think that's where you want me to stop." She took the bag off the hook on the rack but held it for me to see. "Yep, perfect." I rolled onto my back and Robyn moved the hose to keep me from getting it wrapped around my leg. She handed me the tissues that still had plenty of lubricant on them. I took a gob in my hand. "When I say 'one' that'll be a warning to begin to get ready. When I want you to open the clamp but pinch the hose, I'll say 'two'. When I say 'three', I want you to squeeze the bag. OK?" "Got it." I began to stroke. I was incredibly horny after all that I'd experienced. I looked up to see Robyn almost mesmerized watching me. Seeing her holding the enema bag was plenty arousing by itself but I was so worked up. She watched intently as I stroked. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of my penis. "One," I announced. To my amazement, she rolled the upper part of the bag down to reduce the size, effectively making the bag just big enough for the remaining water, then tucked the bag under her arm while skillfully holding the hose in her hand on the same side that she was holding the now smaller bag. She moved closer to me and brought her free hand toward my cock and extended her fingers as though pointing. "Would you like my help with that?" "Ooohhh yeeaahhss," I moaned. There was plenty of lube on my hand which I rubbed onto hers. She began to stroke me and I was so close.... "Two," I moaned. She opened the clamp but pinched the hose with her fingers, then stroked a little faster. "One," I gasped. With perfect timing, Robyn let go of the hose and pressed her arm firmly against the bag sending a final gush of the warm water deep into my rectum. I closed my eyes as she milked me hard while my cock erupted. It seemed to go on and on. When I finished, she closed the clamp, put the bag on the bed, then dashed to the bathroom and returned with a perfectly warmed wet washcloth. "That was impressive," she said with a laugh. "You made quite a mess." "Thanks to you," I sighed. "That was incredible." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She removed the nozzle, picked up the bag and I got up. We headed for the bathroom where she hung the bag in the shower and I headed for the toilet. She left me in private just as I had done for her.

PART 4 - CONCLUSION

Just as Robyn had done, I took my time to ensure that I was empty, then took a quick shower and thoroughly cleaned the equipment. After drying off, I walked back to the bedroom where Robyn, was lying in bed. She raised the covers and motioned for me to come toward her. I noticed that she was naked. "It's OK. Join me... just the way you are." I crawled into bed next to her. We held each other and then I kissed her firmly on the lips, unlike any way I had kissed her before. She returned the passion. We talked and held each other for several hours. We talked about how we grew up together and how familiar we seemed to each other and how that closeness felt sort of creepy. We both felt as though we were related and that was why she made me promise, "No fucking" at the start. As I said, earlier, it was an easy promise for me to make for the same reason. We talked about many things including how we got interested in enemas and how we enjoyed them privately. She even admitted to me that she'd had another orgasm while she was expelling her enema. That was something she enjoyed sometimes and she definitely did tonight. Finally, our conversation went something like this: "Robyn, we've known each other since I can't remember when I didn't know you. I never felt a romantic spark with you but we've been such good friends all these years. With all the girlfriends I've had, there were always those romantic feelings, but after some time they always faded. You've always been in my life. I realize now that we know each other so well that we've never experienced the kind of infatuation that arose with others. Do you know what I mean?" "Yes.... Yes, I do. We've always been there for each other no matter what. We've had a solid friendship." We looked into each other's eyes. "I love you" we said in unison, each saying the other's name. We embraced and kissed again. We were exhausted yet very content and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning we made love more passionately than either of us had ever experienced before. We were married a few months after that and our families were thrilled. "We always knew you two were right for each other. What took you so long... and how did you finally figure that out?" If they only knew.