I had been "visiting" Sandy for several weeks. Let me explain, we lived in the same building, she was two stories above my apartment. This building was a bunch of studio apartments and small 2-bedroom apartments near a university, with mostly upperclassmen and graduate students.

We had found common interests and I started dropping by her place in the evening and just talking for half an hour, then it became an hour, then longer. She would occasionally give me a little peck on the cheek when I left, and it was clear she enjoyed just sitting and chatting, listening to music sometimes, etc. I enjoyed her company a lot, too, and didn't want to push things to a possible new level if she wasn't ready for it.

Well, one night, we were in the middle of a very complicated political discussion, and I was filling her in on some of the long world history that led up to the situation. She looked at the clock, and said she needed to start her "treatment" as it was getting late, but she didn't want to break off this discussion in the middle. She asked if I was easily grossed-out, and I told her that I didn't have a problem in that area, but I had no idea what she was actually talking about.

She got up and got something out of her dresser, and then went into the bathroom, saying she'd be back out in a couple minutes when she got everything ready. She closed the door, and turned on the water in the sink. She then apparently used the toilet as I heard it flush. I also heard Sandy moving around quite a bit in the bathroom. Then there was some splashing of the sink water, and after a while several clicks that sounded pretty familiar, but I wasn't sure I should believe I knew what I was hearing. After another little bit, the sink was shut off, and she came out...holding a bulging red enema bag! I gasped, and she just looked at me and then moved right by me over to the bed, where she hung the bag from a screw in the wall. She had changed into a long T shirt, and I knew she had nothing underneath, as her nipples were making obvious bumps in the shirt.

She lay face down on the bed and then flipped up the back of the shirt a bit and inserted the nozzle. I was speechless, and VERY aroused by all this. She opened the clip and the bag began to deflate. It took about 4 minutes or so for the bag to completely empty into her. She then removed the nozzle and rolled over. I could see a gentle roundness to her belly. She then began to gently rub her belly. She tried to resume the conversation we had been in the middle of, but it was very hard for me to get back in the previous state of mind and remember what we had been discussing. A couple times I tried to steer the discussion toward the enema, whether it hurt, how full she felt, whether she was constipated or otherwise in discomfort, etc. She eventually said she took them for general health maintenance reasons every other day, and greatly enjoyed the clean, empty feeling in her bowels after cleaning herself out. She said she'd been doing this since she was about 14. At this point, it was obvious she was even more aroused, as her nipples were larger than before. After holding the enema for about 5 minutes, she picked up the bag and headed for the bathroom. To my surprise, she left the door open about an inch so we could continue talking, and sat on the pot. There was a huge gush, and then a series of smaller gushes for about 10 minutes. Near the end of her expulsion, she turned on the sink again. After flushing the toilet, she filled the bag again, and brought it out. She pretty much repeated the procedure, although this time she moved around on the bed a bit, mostly moving her hips. I thought I detected her sighing a few times, too.

At this point, I told her that I had had weekly enemas since I was a little kid, both me and my sister, and that I enjoyed the full sensation, and had started taking more than a full 2-quart bag when I was about 13, eventually working up to nearly 4 quarts.Sandy was still laying face down, but she turned her head to give me a quizzical look, and asked "What? Are you sure...I mean is it safe to take that much water? Doesn't it hurt like hell?" I told her that if you clean out your colon pretty well first, that it does make you feel incredibly full, but it doesn't hurt. Anyway, if it DOES hurt, you just stop immediately and expel. At this point, Sandy took out the nozzle and turned over again. She began the belly rubbing again, but obviously was much more sensual about it, and was sighing quite plainly. I moved over next to the bed and kneeled next to it, but was a bit afraid to touch her and break the mood. Eventually, she asked me if I ever "got off" on the warmth and fullness of the enemas, and if I took them with soap that made my insides 'tingle". I told her that I definitely got aroused by all of those sensations, and the feel of a full belly was a big turn-on, too. She reached over and took my hand and placed it on her belly, andI gently rubbed her. She began to rock her hips, and finally slid her hands up to stimulate her breasts. I knew she was going to come soon, and so I rubbed her belly a couple more times in a circle, and then moved down between her legs. She had her legs tightly pressed together, but I was able to jam a couple fingers between her thighs and touch her vulva until she grunted and bucked a couple times.

After she lay there for a minute to cool off, she got up and gave me a hug, and then grabbed the bag and headed for the bathroom. This time she didn't bother closing the door at all, so I got to watch her expel as we continued to talk. She said the first two enemas were made with soapsuds, the last one would be a rinse, with a little salt and baking soda. She expelled pretty quickly, and then got up to refill the bag.

She came out with a towel over her arm, and hung the bag as before. She then spread the towel on the floor next to the bed. She peeled the t-shirt off and got down into the knee-chest position and inserted the nozzle. She opened the clip, and the water flowed in very fast, filling her in just over a minute. At this point, I knelt down next to her and began to rub her modest breasts and tweak her nipples. As she got strongly aroused, I wiggled the nozzle in her rear and then ran my fingers up and down her lips. When she was quivering with excitement, I finally stroked her clit until she came, with great panting breaths. It took her a minute or so to recover and get into the bathroom. When she was done, she came back and put on the t-shirt, and gave me a long, passionate hug. She then said the enemas usually made her very sleepy, and she was about to crash. Before I left, though, she said "If you ever need an enema, I'd be glad to give you one. They are really good for you, but it sounds like you know that!"

Well, the next night, I went over to "visit" again, and told her I was pretty surprised she would do her enemas in front of me, as we hadn't been intimate or anything. She said she was pretty matter-of-fact about it, and we were good friends. And, she pointed out that I had told her I was pretty familiar with the enema, too. We discussed a few other things, but the topic kept coming back to enemas, mostly at her direction. Finally, I had to ask her "would it turn you on to give me an enema?" She jumped up to sitting upright and said it would turn her on very much, and she was hoping I'd take the hint. We discussed what was going to be done, what positions, etc. and she pretty much wanted to do it just like she had done last night. I immediately agreed. While she was in the bathroom filling the bag with hot soapy water, I stripped and laid on the bed. She came out and hung the bag, and then started the enema into me. While it was flowing, she got another t-shirt out of her drawer, and asked me if I was more comfortable completely naked. I told her I had always gotten the enemas that way, and my sister, too. I told her that until we were in our later teens, we were still given them together, completely naked. She seemed to get pretty hot at that thought. After the enema had completely run into me, she had me roll over, and of course, I had a raging erection. She ignored it, and gently rubbed my tummy, pushing the water gently around inside me. After holding it for a few minutes, I needed to get on the pot, and dashed in there. While I was expelling, Sandy went out of my sight for a moment and slipped off her clothes and put on the t-shirt. I was pretty non-chalant after taking and expelling enemas for years with my mom and sister in the room, so had left the bathroom door open. Unlike Sandy, whose colon was kept pretty clean with every-other day enemas, I hadn't had one in a couple weeks, and was moderately full inside. Sandy commented about how packed I must have been, and how much good this enema was doing me. I agreed with her.

After I was done, she refilled the bag with another soapy one, and we repeated the process. This time, though, she laid down on the bed as soon as my enema was started, and began to caress my back, squeeze my buns, wiggle the nozzle a little, etc. I was getting very aroused, and didn't want to come all over her comforter. When the enema was all in, she removed the nozzle and told me to roll over. I did so, and she began rubbing my tummy again. This enema, now that I was at least partially cleaned out, was much easier to hold. After a bit of tummy rubbing, Sandy started to kiss me on the lips, and at the same time stroke my penis, first very gently, then gripping harder and faster. Finally, I came massively, splattering semen all over myself, and hitting her shoulder and arm, too. She continued to kiss me for a while before asking if I was ready to expel. I said I was, and as soon as she let me up I dashed for the toilet again. This evacuation was much easier, and I was emptied out in a couple minutes. Sandy came into the bathroom and refilled the bag with the rinse solution, measuring out the salt and soda with spoons.

She then had me lay on the bed face up, and stripped off her t-shirt. She lay next to me, and started the enema. She then began to move partially over me, telling me to let her know if she was putting too much pressure on me. After the enema was all in, she removed the nozzle and had me roll over on my side, and we embraced. That was very nice, feeling her breasts and nipples pressed against me chest, and my erection pressed against her (very flat) belly. After we had laid like that for a while, she reached behind her and got the vaseline jar off the nightstand and set it on the bed. She got a glob of it on her middle finger and slowly pressed her finger into my rectum. She slowly moved her finger in and out, and then asked me to do the same to her. I lubed up my finger and slipped it into her rectum, it felt like a furnace! We lay there stroking each other's rectums until we both came. The feeling was incredible. I hated to break the embrace, but I needed to get on the pot again. After emptying, We lay on the bed and fell asleep for about an hour. Somewhat to my surprise, Sandy asked me to go back to my room after that, and I certainly obeyed her wishes.(Later I found out she was a little afraid of what might happen later in the night with two naked, horny people in bed together.)

The next night, it was her turn for enemas, and I made sure to make it as hot for her as she'd made the last night for me. She made sure to milk me as well, and decided it was safe enough for us to sleep together as long as I'd been thoroughly orgasmed, too. Waking up on a weekend morning in bed with her was a total delight, having breakfast naked in bed, then taking a shower together, whew!

After a couple weeks of this, Sandy got put on the Pill by the university Doctor, and we also started exploring the world of anal sex, which led to some of the most incredible orgasms I've ever seen. We kept up the alternating nights of enemas, and I got to finish off having anal sex with her while holding my rinse enema. On her nights, we had marvellous vaginal sex in a variety of positions, while she held her water. One of the weekend nights we would both take enemas and have sex while we both held the water. This led to the fastest orgasms we'd ever experienced, always less than 15 seconds!

I eventually gave up my apartment and moved in with Sandy. Good thing they didn't have individual water meters on those apartments, the bill would have been huge!