As I related in the previous story, Elise, the radiology technician and I had struck up a friendship and after our first date she opened the conversation about enemas. As it turned out she wound up giving me one, then asked me to give her one after which we had some pretty decent sex. Moreover, she told me that we could have sex again if I agreed to an enema each time. This story is about the second occasion.

As with the first date, we again went to a soccer game to watch my former team play. Elise and I sat behind the bench and while I was envious of my buddies being able to be in the game, it was apparent that some of them were envious of me being with the good looking lady who had accompanied me. Halfway through the game a light drizzle started to fall and Elise and I decided that we didn’t want to get soaked to the skin so we left. On the way home we agreed that a large sausage pizza sounded good and stopped by a favorite pizzeria for take out. Thankfully, this was New York state when the drinking age at the time was still 18 so I was able to buy a six pack of beer for us as well.

When we got to Elise’s apartment we sat down at the table with the pizza and beer. After being out in the cold drizzle, the warm pizza tasted great, but so did the cold beer. That was when she opened the conversation once more.

“So your mom gave you enemas while growing up?” she asked.

“Yes, I got them, but so did my older sister Carol and younger sister Emily. I suppose that Emily got the most of them though.”

“It sounds like the house I grew up in. My mom was a great believer in making sure that my brother and I kept very regular. We had a red bag that saw frequent use and it seemed like I was over mom’s lap pretty often.”

I had to laugh. “Yeah, that’s what our house was like, too. Mom would make the enema, hang the bag, and then call me into the bathroom where I had to lie over her lap. I remember it like it was yesterday,” said finishing my last morsel of pizza and draining the last of the beer from the bottle.

Elise got up and got me another bottle of beer, twisted off the cap, and said, “I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.”

I took a long draw on the new bottle of beer and thought it tasted just great. A few minutes later Elise returned and I noticed that she had changed from jeans and a sweatshirt to a dark blue flowered granny dress that went to just below her knees.

“Wow, my mom used to wear dresses like that,” I said.

“Mine did, too, and I think that your mom might have been wearing something like this when giving you an enema. Am I right?”

“Yeah, she did,” I said, but also knowing that I think much differently about Elise than I did of my mom.

“Well, then how about we get you a nice old fashioned enema and bring back those long-forgotten memories?”

Ultimately, I knew that this was another one of Elise’s invitations for some sex so I was hardly going to say ‘no’. “Yeah, OK,” I said, taking the last swallow from the second bottle of beer and getting up. Elise and I went back to the bathroom where she once again got out the enema bag. Then quite unexpectedly she removed the barium nozzle and replaced it with a common black rectal pipe. She was right, the memories were already returning as I looked at the red combination syringe with its matching red hose and the black rectal pipe.

“Oh, but that looks familiar,” I told her. She was busying herself with a sink of warm water and a bar of Ivory trying to make a soapsuds solution. Once the water had turned a milky white with some froth on top, Elise used a drinking glass to fill the bag to capacity and then screw in the stopper with its attached hose. She hung the bag from the shower curtain rod, got out a jar of Vaseline, and lubed the pipe really well.

“If your mom was like mine, the enema had to be Ivory and I the pipe was lubed with Vaseline. Now, off with those jeans and undies and lie over my lap young man. You need a good cleaning out.” She sat down on the edge of the tub, just like my mom used to do, and put a towel over her legs. She certainly knew the role.

Elise was certainly in control now and I did what she told me to do. I could hear her open the jar and soon felt the slippery rectal pipe entering me. When I was quite young, I did not like the feeling of this at all, but today it felt wonderful. There was a faint click and then the sudden sense of the warm enema entering me. “Oh, I can feel that!” I exclaimed.

“Take some nice deep breaths for me,” she said.

It quite a comfortable enema, but she was giving it to me slowly and it seemed to take forever until that bag was empty. “Are we done yet?” I asked sounding much like an adolescent.

“Just a minute more. You’ve done really well and I’m proud of you,” she told me. Then there was another faint click and she removed the pipe from me. “There, you can go now.”

I wasted no time getting off of Elise’s lap and sitting on the toilet. Just like when I was growing up the Ivory soap did an excellent job of cleaning me out as the enema just poured out of me. I was really happy when I was finally done. At about that same time Elise came back into the bathroom and said, “Don’t flush. I need to make certain that that enema worked.”

I stood up, Elise checked the results, and apparently satisfied, pushed the handle. She went to the sink to wash her hands and as she was bending over I went up behind her and felt her butt. Much to my surprise she was not wearing panties, but her body language told me she liked my touch. “Surprise!” she said.

I lifted the hem of the granny dress and exposed Elise’s derriere and when I reached around to play with her clit was surprised to find that it was really wet. “I think this girl really gets off giving me an enema,” I thought to myself. Being naked from the waist down it was clear that I had a very serious erection and decided to tease Elise by rubbing it on her pussy.

“I’m ready any time you want to put that in,” she said wiggling her butt around excitedly. Not needing any second invitation, I soon slipped inside of her and she was squealing with delight. The rear entry allowed for deep penetration and I came in almost no time.

“We need to do this again,” she said as I slipped my spent member from her. She removed the dress and then kneeled down and retrieved a tube of vaginal jelly and its applicator from under the sink. Filling the tube, she slipped it up inside of her and pressed the plunger depositing its contents. We had sex again on her bed, but afterward I said to her, “This was great, but you didn’t get your enema tonight.”

“No, can you believe that I got so turned on giving you that old fashioned enema that I didn’t want to take the time. Besides there is always morning.” At that we both fell asleep and dreamt pleasant dreams. Who would ever believe that a girl could get so turned on giving a guy an enema?