Hi, my name is Jenny, and I want to tell you about some interesting experiences I had while getting my first professional job. I had been nearing the end of training as a radiological technician, and had a tentative offer of a job with a small doctor's office, and was looking forward to starting work there in a few weeks. I was trying to arrange a time to go there for the formal interview when I was told the opening had been filled. I was really upset that I had missed this opportunity, and was a bit frantic to find another opening somewhere. I really didn't want to go work at the local hospital, as it was supposed to be pretty rough, with swing shift schedules. I really found that kind of changing schedule hard on me.Then, I saw a note on a jobs bulletin board about a one-doctor gastroenterology office that was in frantic need of a rad. tech, as the previous candidate was not going to be available. This sounded more to my liking, and I called the doctor and made an appointment for an interview with him that Friday afternoon. I spent the week wondering if that was going to work out, or fall through again. Finally, Friday came around, and I went over to his office to see him. It turned out he had patients coming in the very next Monday, and nobody to help him out except a receptionist who really had no medical training. He had a fairly small, but completely equipped office, with his own X-ray suite with all the accessories. The doctor asked me a number of questions, checking my knowledge of the general procedures needed. He then stressed that he was very concerned with his patients' comfort during the procedures, and asked me how many barium enemas I had actually done. I had to admit that I had only done two completely by myself, but had assisted on a number of them during training. After some more discussion of this, he said he wanted me to demonstrate my techniques on him to show both my competence as well as my sensitivity to the patient's discomfort. This was a real surprise, but I certainly didn't mind, as the doctor was only a few years older than me, and quite handsome. I had been given enemas by my mom quite frequently as a youngster, and was quite used to the sensations, and as a teenager, I became quite aroused by them. I was hoping I'd be able to remain completely professional while performing the procedure on the doctor.He took me to the prep room, which was basically like an examining room that had a toilet in the corner, with a curtain that could be pulled around it for privacy. There was a counter with a sink in it, and a cabinet above that was filled with supplies.He went behind a screen and changed into one of the open-back gowns, while I prepared a soapsuds enema in a disposable 2500 cc enema bag. He lay on the examining table and I lubed his rear and inserted theb ulbous enema tip and started the flow. When he complained of pressure, I stopped the flow and massaged his belly a bit. He took the entire bag without much trouble, and just two stoppings of the flow. I had him hold the enema for 5 minutes, and then helped him to the toilet to expel. He emptied out pretty quickly, and when he was down to just a dribble, I refilled the bag with another load of soapsuds and got him set up for the 2nd enema. This one I gave him in the knee-chest position, and he took the whole enema without stopping. I mentioned that he must have some experience with enemas to accept the enema so easily, and he said that he used them himself on occasion when he was uncomfortable. I told him that I used them quite frequently on myself, and had since I was a teenager, and that they gave me great relief.After holding this enema for 5 minutes, I helped him to the toilet and he made a huge gushing evacuation. He then said that since this barium enema was not actually needed to diagnose anything, it wouldn't be necessary to get his colon completely cleaned down to the last speck, and we should proceed with the barium enema. We then stepped through a sliding door to the X-ray room, and he lay on the table. He pointed out where the particular items I'd need were, and I filled the 3500 CC barium bag with water and sloshed it for a few minutes to get the barium fully mixed, and took the bag over to the table and hung it from a hanger attached to the ceiling. I inserted the nozzle into him, and started the flow. He let out a couple of big sighs as the barium flowed into him, and I asked him if there was discomfort or if he was getting full. He said it was warm and soothing, but he was beginning to feel a little full. I palpated his abdomen until his colon began to feel noticeably firm, and then closed off the clamp. I rolled him onto his back and inserted the first film into the holder, and positioned the X-ray tube over him. When everything was positioned right, I went behind the shield wall and set up the exposure. I asked him to take a breath and hold it, and pushed the button. I then turned him to each side and took an exposure, and finally turned him face down and took one more. I then helped him to the toilet and put the films in the film processor. While the doctor was expelling the barium, he told me that I had done quite well, and he intended to hire me if I was still interested. I told him that I would be very happy to work for him. He told me he had another person selected for the job, but she bailed out to go work for another group of doctors. After a little discussion, it became apparent that she had taken the job I had been planning to take! We both though that was a very funny coincidence, and I assured the doctor that I was not in any way upset, and preferred the smaller office, in fact.He then told me that in line with his concern for patient comfort, he wanted to give me a soapsuds enema followed by a barium enema just so I would be completely aware of what my patients would be experiencing. I told him that I had given myself quite a few soapsuds enemas in the past 10 years or so, and my mom had given me quite a few in the years before that, but if he wanted to be sure I knew what they felt like, it was fine with me. I took my clothes off and lay nude on the examining table. The doctor told me that he had left out a gown for me to wear. I said that I tended to get very hot and sweaty during enemas, and would prefer to not be covered, if he didn't mind. After all, we were both professionals.After he finished expelling, he got out another bag and mixed up 2500 cc of soapsuds, and started administering it to me. As usual, I started to get aroused, and was moving around on the table, and moaning. The doctor asked if I was getting full or crampy, and I told him that I actually enjoyed the sensation of an enema entering my bowels. He said that was more common than most people would expect. After I had taken all the enema, I rolled over onto my back, and began to massage my belly. I knew my nipples were VERY erect, and noticed the doctor was bending forward a bit. After a moment, I realized he was trying to conceal his erection behind the gown he was still wearing. I pretended not to notice. After holding it for 5 minutes, I expelled on the pot. Since I had given myself a good enema just last Wednesday, any well-experienced enema taker (or giver) would almost certainly have detected that I didn't have much material inside me to expel. The doctor didn't make any comment about that, but couldn't have missed that it only took me a couple of minutes to get emptied out. He administered a second soapsuds enema to me in the knee-chest position, and I just stayed in that position for the 5 minutes, as things were almost getting out of hand and I didn't want to embarrass myself with one of my giant enema orgasms in front of my new boss. When I was done expelling, the doctor had me move to the X-ray table while he prepared the barium enema. He asked me if I'd ever had one before, and I told him that I had not. He got me in the knee-chest position again, and inserted the nozzle. When he started the warm flow, I knew I was a "goner". The fluid was thick, and very warm, and flowing into me rapidly. I began to breathe heavily, and he asked me if the flow was too fast, or if I was getting full. I told him it felt very good, and I expected to take the whole bag. He seemed surprised, and told me "you know, this thing holds almost a full gallon, that's a LOT of fluid." I told him I often took enemas of 3.5 quarts or so, and enjoyed the sensation of being VERY full. As the last of the barium flowed into me, I became uncontrollably aroused, and started rocking my hips, and then had a powerful orgasm, totally spontaneously. I slowly let my knees slide out and my belly come down to the table. Dr. Johnson was no longer bothering to try hiding his erection, he was blushing a bit, and his eyes were very wide! He seemed to be almost in a trance as he positioned me on the table as if he was going to take an X-ray. He then asked me if I wanted to get a picture of my colon, since the barium was in there. I told him I would very much like to see what my insides looked like. He then told me he had to ask me if there was any possibility whatsoever that I could be pregnant. I told him "none whatsoever, I haven't been with a man in a couple of years." He slipped the film holder in, and stepped behind the wall to push the button. He then came out and flipped the film holder over and then gently rolled me over onto my back for the other view. After taking that film, He helped me off the table and to the toilet. As he was helping me up, our eyes met, and something both tender and erotic, I think, passed back and forth between us. As I began unloading the barium, he put the films into the film processor. He came back in a moment and told me that it was pretty unusual for a person to be able to take the full 3500 cc bag of barium. I told him that I enjoyed the fullness of a big enema, and had built up my capacity over time. He agreed that I seemed to get a lot out of that barium enema!While I finished emptying out, he took a shower in a little stall shower next door that was accessible through another sliding door. I then took a shower after him, we got dressed, and took a look at the pictures of each other's colons. He said that the X-rays I had made of him were as good as any experienced technician would do.I went home somewhat in a trance, not quite knowing where this was going to go. I'd revealed a lot of my personal quirks to him, but he hadn't really told me much. But, from the way he took the enemas, I just had a strong "gut feel" that he was a lover of enemas, too. Besides, he took quite a risk saying that I needed to submit to an enema from him before he would hire me. I certainly could have made a big fuss over him putting me in such a situation.I kept replaying the day's events in my mind all weekend. On Monday, we started a tough week's work, and I was running all day long, trying to keep up with the patients. I got to give a number of barium enemas, as well as barium meals (upper GI) and such stuff, and also herding the patients from here to there, taking vital statistics and such stuff. I definitely went home exhausted every night. On a couple days the doctor and I took lunch together, and I enjoyed getting to know him better. (I already knew one end pretty well, I was beginning to like the other end, too!)Finally, I made it to Friday, and was looking forward to a very relaxing weekend. I usually tidied up at the end of the day while the doctor made notes in the patients' charts. There was a lot of junk that accumulated and supplies that needed to be replenished in the examining rooms. I was doing all that, and kind of dragging it out when the doctor called out to me and said I could go home, he thought the office was pretty well in shape. I told him that I was kind of waiting for him to leave, I thought maybe I could use a good enema after a very stressful week, and the office was certainly well equipped for such treatment. He said that I was welcome to use the facilities, and that, in fact, he was in a similar condition, and probably needed a good cleaning out, himself. I immediately volunteered to assist, if he'd like. He put down the chart he was reading, and got up, and followed me to the prep room.

I got out the same bag he had used on me (I had saved it last Friday) and got out a bag for him. He took off his clothes, but still put on a gown before getting on the table. I mixed up two bags of nice, warm soapsuds and hung them next to the table. I then removed my white uniform and lay down next to him. I eased the nozzle into his rear and started the flow. I then lay face down, and he did the same to me. After I was about halfway filled, I started to get a bit uncomfortable and asked him to stop the flow. A bit later, he asked me to stop his flow, and I did. After a minute, my cramping eased, and I told him to start me up again. After I'd taken the entire bag, I asked him if he wanted any more, but he said he was pretty full, and better not push too far and have an accident. I then rolled onto my side, and pulled him toward me. It felt wonderful to hold him against me as the enema churned in my belly. He made no attempt to hide his erection at this point, and the sensation and my arousal were driving me wild. I finally couldn't stand it any more, and reached behind him and untied the gown and pulled it off of him. I then gently rolled him over onto his back, and knelt over him. As I did so, I reached behind me and gently worked the nozzle out of my backside, being careful to not drip any messy water on him. I then eased down until I was straddling him, and rubbed my vulva on his erect penis. When he realized I was going to have sex with him, right then and there, he started pushing me away, and said, "Wait, you could get pregnant!" I told him that my period was due in just a couple of days, and I thought that pregnancywas not possible. He looked a bit doubtful, but I just lifted myself up and eased down onto his erection. Ohh, the sensation was incredible, and I didn't want to be a boor and come instantly, but it was hard not to! I forced myself to take it slow and just ease up and down gently on him. After a few seconds, when he got used to the idea that we were going to have intercourse until we both orgasmed, and that I was in control and doing this completely of my own free will, he reached up and put his very warm hands on my breasts and squeezed them against my chest. That was about all I needed, and I started to have a wild orgasm, that just went on and on. I could feel my pelvic muscles spasming very strongly, and hoped I wouldn't lose any water all over him. I felt him jerk several times and then lie back and let out a big sigh. After my spasms ended, I slowly lowered myself on top of him, being careful to not put my weight on his belly. He wrapped his arms around me, and I was just feeling incredible pleasure. Finally, we both needed to use the pot. I slowly climbed off the Dr. and sat on the toilet. Dr. Johnson looked a little frantic, and I spread my legs wide and pointed straight down between them. He said "Oh, no, I couldn't make a mess all over you!" I told him that I knew for a fact that if he sat there, he would not get even a drop on me, and that I had done this before. He gave me a funny look, and then grabbed the bag and brought it over. He bent over and put his hands on his knees, and I worked the nozzle out of his bottom. He then slowly sat between my legs, and turned and looked at me. I had been gushing for a minute or so at this point. He took a deep breath then, turned back to face forward, and let go with a great big "kawhoosh". I then put my arms around his chest, and got him to lean back against me a bit. We just sat there for a minute or two gushing heavily. I finally told him that I had done this with my sister a few times when we were home alone. I didn't think she enjoyed enemas quite to the same degree I did, but that she also took them for pleasure on occasion. I then told him that it would be silly to try to hide the fact that he enjoyed enemas too. "It takes one to know one, and all that" I said. He agreed that he did enjoy enemas, and sometimes took them to relax. He'd heard about people using enemas before sex as a stimulant, but he had doubted that people could actually have sex while holding an enema without a major accident. "The retention nozzles are a big help there, of course", he said.

After we were done expelling, (and from the sound of it we both needed, and got a good emptying out) the Dr. got on the table again as I filled the bags again. We lay on our sides this time as we put each other's nozzles in and started the flow. As soon as the flow was going, I put my arms around him, and he snuggled up against me. His erection grew, and I pressed myself against him until he was totally hard. He seemed a little hesitant to enter me, so I coaxed him just a bit by wrapping my upper leg around him. He got the idea, and just gently slid into my wide-open vagina.We both started to breathe heavily, and didn't do too much moving around. I think we both realized we could come very quickly like this, and wanted to take the whole enema before our orgasms. I finished my enema pretty quickly, the Dr. needed me to stop the flow for a bit. I was hoping he wasn't trying to compete with me on volume. I didn't know his level of experience, and I hadn't told him yet that I had been given weekly enemas since the week I was born, and had been giving myself at least 3 enema sessions a week, and usually 3 enemas per session for the last 9 years. After a bit, Dr. Johnson asked me to turn the water on again, and he finished the entire 2500 cc bag of soapsuds. His belly was VERY swollen, and I hoped he was not in so much discomfort he couldn't orgasm. He was breathing very heavily. When the bag gurgled, he started to rock his hips, and I did the same. We had a terrific simultaneous orgasm, and lay there for a minute jerking and quivering. Then, he started to struggle to get off the table. I quickly helped him up, and thought he was going to fall on the floor. Instead he just rolled off the table onto his feet, snatched the empty bag and made a mad leap to the toilet. I laughed as he yanked his nozzle out and slammed his bottom onto the toilet seat as a huge gusher of water blasted out of him. After a few big whooshes, he looked up at me in amazement and said "Don't you need to relieve yourself? That's a HUGE enema you're holding!" I calmly reached behind me and eased the nozzle out, and then sat up on the table, watching him expelling on the pot. He couldn't believe I could just sit there and watch him relieve himself while my belly was still full. I explained to him that I had a **LOT** of experience holding large enemas, and usually took mine in my bedroom, and then walked down the hall to the bathroom to expel. Finally, I started to feel the pressure,and told him to scoot forward a bit and lean forward. He did so, and I swung my leg over his back and sat down behind him. I told him I was pretty sure this two on one potty trick would only work with me behind him, not the other way around. I again started hugging him, and he let out a big sigh and told me that this was really a wonderful experience. He told me that he had been hiding this particular part of his personality from just about everybody, including himself at times, and wished he could be as open about his enjoyment of enemas as I was. I told him that this was something I'd been working on since I was about 19 and in college, and found out that this particular sensitivity was actually a lot more common than most people were willing to admit. Once I realized I wasn't the only person like this, I started to look for others. Enemas certainly aren't for everyone, but one can meet people who are so inclined, especially if you keep your eyes open.

I then asked him if he ever had any thoughts about anal sex, or had ever tried that. He said that it was a recurring fantasy, but he'd never had the opportunity. He said he did have a girlfriend once that would let him slip his finger into her rectum, and she certainly liked it, but she was afraid his penis was too big, and just wasn't ready to try it. Then, he asked me why I'd asked. (Kind of a leading question, no?) I told him that I had done it a few times, a long time ago, and really missed it. A really good ass fucking would leave me trembling and incoherent, but satisfied on a special level that nothing else could quite do. I told him that I'd like him to give me a quick rinse enema, and then I could give him a rinse, and he could give me anal sex either while holding the rinse, or after he let it out, his choice. After thinking about it for a moment, he said he'd try to hold the enema in while doing it, but he was afraid that he would orgasm within seconds once he was inside me. I said I'd let him warm me up just a bit before he entered me, and there'd be no problem of him coming too soon. Well, he gave me a nice warm rinse, and I managed to not make myself come either when it was going in or coming out. I then made him just a 2 quart rinse, so he could hold onto it when he got to take me from the rear. I lay in front of him while he was slowly filling, with my back to him, and he hugged me and massaged my breasts until I was moaning from the stimulation, and the anticipation. When he was full, his erection was already feeling enormous between my cheeks. He got the vaseline and smeared some around my anus, and then slid his finger inside me, and I started to quiver. He smeared some more vaseline around the tip ofhis penis, and spread it onto the shaft. I then lay back down and got up on my hands and knees. I relaxed my pelvic muscles, and he began to press into my rear. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he slid gently into me. He then asked if it was hurting me, and I was barely able to answer "God, no, it's wonderful!" in a trembling voice. I told him I could hold his weight, and to squeeze my breasts. As soon as he did, I began to throb and quiver as my orgasm approached. I remember an incredible orgasm that went on for a minute or more, although my perception of time might be way off. I just collapsed onto the table, and kind of zoned out.I must have come back to the world a few minutes later, as the doctor had pretty well finished expelling his rinse, and was just letting out the last dribbles. I just lay there, and really didn't think I could stand up without falling down. About all I could do was turn my head and smile at him. He said he was glad I warned him that I was going to just about dissolve there, or he would have been worried about me.

I finally recovered enough strength to sit up on the table, and he came over and put his arms around me. We looked into each other's eyes,and I hoped this evening would never end. Eventually, he asked me if I was in a condition to drive home, and I told him that I probably was not. I then looked at him again, but couldn't quite bring myself to ask what I was dying to ask him. After a bit, he made a little sort of cough, he was a bit hesitant to be too bold, too, but then he asked if I wanted to come home with him. I said that I had wanted to ask him that, but was a bit bashful, especially with the boss/employee thing. He gave me a strong hug, and told me that we could still have our professional relationship, but it didn't have to interfere with our romantic relationship, if we just kept our heads even a little. He then gave me the most sensual, romantic kiss I had ever had in my life, and we held it for a LONG time. We took a really quick shower together, got dressed, and he drove me to his apartment. As soon as we got there, we were both totally exhausted and stripped and fell into bed. I woke upthe next morning with the most wonderful feeling. I was so rested, and so completely sexually satisfied, and emotionally on cloud nine!

We were both so sexually wasted we didn't even have sex all Saturday. Finally, by Sunday morning, our batteries had recharged enough so that we had wonderful, romantic plain-vanilla sex. It only took the Doctor's receptionist a couple of days to figure out we were romantically involved. I think she was a bit put out and jealous, but it didn't cause any problem. To wrap this up, Dr. Johnson proposed to me a few months later, after we were sure that this relationship went a good bit deeper than just enemas. We married the next year, and still occasionally took enemas at the office, usually on a Friday night, after a killer week. We also took a LOT of enemas at home, especially after I brought over my entire collection of enema toys.

Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed this story!