After picking up some stuff at my "old" dorm room, and explaining to my roommate that he might not be seeing a lot of me in the future, I did a bit of laundry and headed back over to Dawn's dorm. When I got there and tapped on the door, she said "door's open, come on in!" I did so, and found her in what I learned was her usual indoor condition, namely totally nude. She hopped up and told me she had made some room in her dresser drawers and closet for me. After putting the clothes away, she said she was just getting into some reading, and probably had 3 - 4 hours to do. I told her I easily had twice that, and probably needed to get started on it. She asked if her nudity would distract me, and I told her "I'm sure it will, but since you are so comfortable that way, I want to try to just get used to it.I 'll take off my clothes, too, just to be even." I did so, and then got out a book and started reading. She was sitting on the bed cross-legged, almost looking like she was doing Yoga, with her back straight, and her breathing very deep and steady. I sat at the desk which was more convenient, anyway, as I needed to make some notes.This went on for about an hour, at which point my mind started to wander, and I decided to take a break. I stood up and stretched, and Dawn got up, and hugged me as I stood. She asked if I got any of that reading accomplished, and I told her that I thought that I had actually done well. Maybe a 4-day break from school left me ready to get back to it. I also told her that I was surprised that her being so near, and so NAKED, hadn't really been a problem. Dawn asked if I wanted to do something sexual, maybe some stroking, maybe even an enema? I told her that I really didn't like to take enemas on consecutive days, as it could mess up your blood electrolytes, and cause headaches or fatigue. She said she knew about the fatigue, but usually didn't suffer much from it, and often took advantage of the weekends to take a nice enema or two Saturday night, and then get a "real good cleaning out" Sunday afternoon. I asked what that entailed, and she said that she sometimes took "extremely large enemas" on Sundays, once or even twice a month. I'd already administered a couple enemas that I thought were pretty large, 3500 cc is almost four quarts. She said that the 4 quart enemas gave a pretty good emptying, but when she really wanted to "clean out her whole system" she had a couple of special procedures. One was to take a conventional enema of about 6.5 quarts! I almost fell on the floor when she said this, I had no idea such a thing was possible, and wouldn't kill you! I asked if it was extremely painful, and to my surprise, she said it got just a bit uncomfortable, it was a bit hard to breathe, and the pressure was such that she usually couldn't orgasm until she'd expelled about half the fluid. Another "recipe" she had was what she called the "triple stack". It started with 2 quarts of hot, strong soapsuds. Then, two quarts of lukewarm saline, finally 2 quarts of cold water. The rapid injection of the cold water causes pretty severe cramping, but if you can take it all, thecramps shove the soapsuds into the small intestine. It makes you feel like you are going to throw up, but she usually is able to avoid that. Neither of these enemas is held in for more than a minute or so, she said. Wow, I told her, there's no way I could even TAKE such an enema, no less HOLD IT IN! Are you sure this stuff isn't hurting you? I mean, causing permanent damage? It sounds BRUTAL! Dawn said she really didn't think so, she had worked up to these procedures over years, and, if you are able to just relax and let the water swell you up, it really is not brutal, just a little uncomfortable. I wondered if we shared the same definition of some of these words! Anyway, Dawn said the 6.5 quart enema really cleaned her out (no doubt) and that the triple stack left her totally empty, from stomach to anus, after about 2 - 3 hours of draining.She went on, describing some other special cleansing procedures that she usually only had the time to do on Sundays. One was the"posigrade flush" that was done by passing her large colon tub eall the way up her colon to the cecum. It often took a half hour to get the tube fully to her cecum, as the upper part of her colon would usually cramp and try to push the invading tube out. She would fill her colon with water when that happened and wait for the contractions to settle down before advancing the tube. When she got the tube all the way in, she would refill the bag to the top with soapsuds, and then sit on the pot and open the clamp. When she felt full, she would allow the water to pass out around the tube, then wait for the next wave of pressure to come down. When the bag was nearly empty, she would refill it again to the top with water with salt and baking soda.When the bag was again empty, she'd pull the tube slowly out of her. If she hadn't had an orgasm yet, (not too often) the orgasm at this point was totally phenomenal. If she had already come, it was still VERY satisfying, feeling the entire length of tube pulling through her colon, and it always produced a fine orgasm without any other touching.One other cleansing process required her to be in her room from Saturday night through mid-day Sunday. She would inject about 8 Oz. of mineral oil into her colon Saturday night in the knee-chest position, and hold that position for half an hour, if possible. She would then roll to the right side, and try to go to sleep. The trick here is if you have any gas in the colon, it is very tricky to expel it without the oil coming out, too. Anyway, then, Sunday morning, she would take 3 strong soapsuds enemas without first expelling any of the oil. The first, and even the second enema would be so "productive" and so easy to expel, everything would just POUR out of her, and the sensation was totally wonderful. The oil would protect her anus from excessive irritation from the soapsuds. The only problem with this procedure is she didn't dare go any farther than the laundry room with the oil inside her. God forbid somebody would set off the damn fire alarms!

I was so excited by hearing about all these wild enemas, all of them sounded a lot more like they were ways to satisfy her kink, rather than really medically useful. I told her we needed to do something, or there was no way I'd be able to study after hearing about this. Since I really did need to study, and she still had more to do, we decided something a lot less involved would be a good idea. She decided that a retention enema might be nice. I wasn't too sure what this was, but she said she'd show me. She mixed up 2500 cc of a solution of water, salt, baking soda, a trace of soap, 2 Oz. of mineral oil and some Epsom salts. She then dug in the vanity and produced the actual enema bag that had been used on me at the health center several days ago! She said she rolled it up and carried it out in her purse as she thought she might be using it on me again. She made a similar solution in this bag, too. She held the two bags together and shook them violently, she said this was to mix the oil and water. After a couple minutes of shaking, which caused her breasts to bounce wildly, and, I think, my eyes to bulge out of my head, she took the bags to the bed. We lubed each other, and lay on the bed side by side, with our tummies on the bed and our shoulders propped up on our elbows. I finally thought to ask how long we were going to retain these enemas. She told me that I could expel whenever I felt the need, but that she would hold it for a full hour. I then told her that my sister and I had occasionally played enema games where we held enemas for over a half hour, but neither of us had ever made it to an hour. She told me that this particular enema is actually quite soothing, and that she actually would take this enema and fall asleep! I thought that falling asleep while holding an enema would be a "really bad idea" and you'd almost certainly dump it all over the bed. She said "Do you ever have a BM while you are sleeping? How about wetting the bed? Done that in the last 10 years?" I admitted I didn't have any problem with this kind of incontinence (thank god)! And Dawn said "So, why do you think you'd lose an enema, then? If it was strong enough to be seriously uncomfortable or produce a lot of pressure, you wouldn't fall asleep." I was pretty dubious, and told her there's no way I'd fall asleep with a 2500 cc enema in me.She just smiled. During this discussion, I inserted the colon tube in her, and she inserted the bulb nozzle into me, and we started each other's flow. I felt the soothing warmth of the enema, and it slowly filled my colon. I usually don't cramp much with the milder enemas, but I did find this one to be quite soothing, and I felt my bowels relaxing and expanding in a quite comfortable way. When we were both filled, Dawn clamped both tubes, and asked me how it felt. I told her it was comfortable, and even soothing. After a while she lowered herself, and just lay flat on her tummy. A couple of minutes later I felt her twitch, and then she did it again, a tiny real fast twitch, that I knew was technically known as a "clonic twitch" that sometimes occurs when someone is passing between wakefulness and sleep. I was a bit surprised, but her rhythmic breathing was a pretty sure indication that she was, indeed, asleep. I had planned to read while holding this enema as long as I could, but I had no reason to think I could possibly outlast Dawn's hour of retention. I don't remember much more, except maybe some drowsiness as I tried to read the text I had open before me, until I felt someone stroking my shoulder and talking to me. I awakened, and was surprised to see Dawn was up, and even more, that I heard the toilet finishing its flushing. Dawn told me I had slept about an hour and a half, she had already taken a leisurely evacuation (it was wonderful, she said) and that I probably wanted to expel the solution before I absorbed it all. I was speechless, I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep with an enema inside me, and I really couldn't believe I had held it for 90 minutes! As soon as I got up, I realized my bladder was about to burst, and I was in a good deal of actual pain! I walked quickly to the bathroom, with Dawn carrying the bag and tube behind me. The second my rear hit the seat, I started emptying my painful bladder as Dawn helped me work the nozzle out of me without causing my penis to spray urine all over the place. The evacuation of the enema was a very pleasant feeling, no urgency at all, just a very pleasant flowing, waves of liquid flowing out of me with no effort at all. I did have to go back to the pot several times to continue the evacuation, as the water had obviously reached to the very farthest part of my colon during the long retention. When I was mostly done with this, I told Dawn that this was one of the most wonderful enemas I had ever had. It wasn't so much sexual as sensual, and the emptying out was totally blissful. But, now that I was empty, I was getting quite aroused. We lay on the bed, and Dawn said "Oh, God, I feel so close to you now, I want to make love to you so bad it hurts! Is there anything you'd like to do? We'd already done some wonderful non-vaginal lovemaking, and I was trying to think what else we could do before she had solved the contraceptive problem. I mentioned that I had a condom, if that would help her. She told me that she had a real problem with condoms, it wasn't medical, like a latex allergy, it was mental. Something about putting a barrier between our bodies, and that every adolescent boy carried a condom they bought in a gas station bathroom vending machine, and it just turned her off like fingernails on a chalkboard. I told her I understood, and I was willing to wait years for her, if it took that long. We finally decided to just use our hands, and we gave each other totally wonderful orgasms. Her face was very close to my penis when I exploded all over us, and I was a bit shocked as she got a lot of my semen in her hair. I said "Oh, YUCK, I came all over your hair! I'm so sorry, I hope it will come out!" Dawn said, in such a gentle tone, "It wouldn't be there if I didn't WANT it in my hair! Since you can't fill my vagina with your semen, I want it all over the rest of me. Am I weird? And, don't worry, semen washes right out of hair, I, um, know." I didn't think it necessary to find out how she knew this. I checked my hands to make sure I didn't get any semen on them, and then began to stimulate her again (I'd sort of gotten distracted by my own orgasm and the hair thing). It only took me a couple of minutes to make her come with one finger in her vagina and one in her rectum. Dawn suggested we take a shower and she'd show me how easily her hair cleaned up. When we got up, I was surprised at the large wet spot where she had been laying. She felt it necessary to tell me "that isn't enema water, either." I told her I was sure it wasn't. Dawn then mentioned that she was a VERY heavy (natural) lubricator, and had to be VERY careful when not wearing panties, as she could leave a trail of drips on the floor! I got to wash her hair, which was a beautiful, sensual experience. I love red hair, I love long straight hair, and hers was long enough to almost completely cover her breasts - the "Godiva" look - which for some reason is just some kind of sensual kick for me. With her hair still wet from the shower, she presented such an enticing picture I almost got aroused again myself. Dawn was totally captivated by what you might call the body worship I was giving her. She had been somewhat uncomfortable with the verbal compliments I gave her over her great attractiveness. But, she found this wordless attention VERY arousing, and finally, I held her from behind, hair still quite damp, and began to run my hands over her front, caressing her belly, her hair-covered breasts, her neck, the sides of her chest, her hips, while we stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door. She began to stroke her body against mine, moan, and she finally orgasmed again from this stimulation, as we both watched ourselves in the mirror. I held her until we began to get cold, and then we toweled off the rest of the way.

We then got back on the bed, and continued the reading we had to do, until we got hungry. Hang around Dawn long enough, with these constant enemas cleaning out your system, and you could get REALLY hungry! As the dorm cafeterias were shut down on Sunday for dinner, we decided to go to another restaurant for dinner. Dawn asked if it was OK to invite her next door neighbor, Nancy, to dinner with us. I said "Sure!" then realized it was the same Nancy who had overheard me expelling my enema when she came over to check on Dawn's scream! I slowly turned a bright shade of red, as Dawn figured out the cause of my embarrassment. She quickly said "Nancy is a REALLY CLOSE friend, Jimmy. Do you, umm, understand me? She's, ahh, one of 'us'. There's NOTHING to be embarrassed about with her. And, I feel I sort of owe her one, as our relationship has, ahh, sort of cast her adrift. I better not say any more before checking with her. I've probably said too much already!" Whew, this was a totally new wrinkle! I has no idea she was into THAT sort of relationship - although it eventually became clear that Dawn was definitely NOT bi, she just had NO inhibitions, and would share enemas with practically any friend, male or female. She didn't have an emotional attachment to Nancy, except as a close friend. Nancy may not have felt exactly the same way about it, though, so I may have stepped into a minor situation. Anyway, I'd said sure, so it was too late to pull out.