My most memorable enema experience happened when I was 20 or so. I was living alone and had been sick for several days. When Friday came I missed my regular date with my girl friend. We had been going steady for a year or so and this was the fist time I had ever been too sick to go out. She was a little younger than I was and still in High School. She was a blond green-eyed German girl and the most beautiful little morsel I had ever laid my eyes on. I spent every moment with her that her parents would allow. For me to miss a date was unheard of. Saturday I got a visit from her to check on my condition. I was doing much better but was weak and worn-out by the bug. With little encouragement from me she shifted into nurse mode. (Oh, all right I whined a little bit) Anyway in short order she had my shorts down and a thermometer planted gently in my butt. The torturous vixen twirled and played with it constantly for the 3 minutes she left it in. I had slight fever still and she decided I needed a cooling bed bath. Needless to say this revived my spirits greatly. She was aware of my anal and enema interest’s but we had never done more than talk about it. She bathed me slowly from head to toe paying close attention to my nether regions (ass and genitals). When she finished she informed me that she was sure that a well administered cleaning out was in order to get me back up to full running speed. She headed off to the bathroom in search of the equipment, she knew I had, to carry out her plan. I had never received an enema from any but my Mom, nurses or myself and was in quite a state as I waited in my bed for her return. Her entrance was a scene beyond dreams and is permanently burned into my brain. She had stripped to bra and bakini panties and there she stood with a brimming full red bag hanging in one hand and the black douche nozzle in the other. A sight that still warms my heart today. I was instructed to get on hands and knees then lower my head to the pillow. She greased the nozzle and my quivering ass and then plunged it home. The first bag was slow and a little hard to take, I really was somewhat backed up and weak from my illness. The second bag went in nonstop with no problem, other than that I was nearing my limits of control. When I returned from the toilet she was waiting with my rinse. She placed me once again on hands and knees and slid the nozzle in and wiggled it around. I was in heaven kneeling there waiting for the click and rush of water. She laid the full bag on my lower back and with a click opened the valve. The bag being only inches higher than my ass the water just barely trickled into me. My sweet temptress dipped her hand into a container of cold cream; then she reached between my legs and started to stroke and massage me until I was little more than a mindless hulk, begging her to finish me. She stood and lifted the bag as high as she could while never loosing her grip on my throbbing member. As the water gushed in as a raging torrent she took mercy on me and at last allowed me the release I so desperately needed. The wave came over me like a tidal wave sweeping me away into thoughtless ecstasy. For what seemed like minutes the enema rushing up my ass felt as if it were flowing straight through me and gushing out in the form of an immense orgasm. When it at last subsided it left me on all fours shaking like a newborn colt standing for his first time. The enema bag was empty and my dearest was looking rather smug. She removed the nozzle and helped me to the toilet After I had cleaned up and taken a shower (with her assistance) she returned me to a freshly made bed. She tucked me in and went to the kitchen to make me some soup. She hand fed me about half a bowl then got into bed with me and held me until I slept, which was only moments. And that is the story of my most memorable enema!!

I married that wonderful girl and 35 years later she is still filling and thrilling me!!