I had been dating Jane on and off for a while, and then for the last several months pretty exclusively. She was a nurse working at a local hospital, and had enough seniority to just work during the week. So she was generally off on the weekends, and we usually got together on Saturday, as well as other available times during the week. We had not gotten intimate yet, but had done a bit of heavy petting. One thing I noticed whenever I visited was that she always had an enema bag hanging over her shower curtain rod, and it wasn't your average drug store bag. It was one of those hospital-type disposable bags, but the very largest size, good for 3.5 liters, with a large diameter tube and a clear plastic nozzle with a big bulge on the end. I wondered what the story was, there, whether it was something just there for whenever it was needed, or she used it often. After a while, I noticed the inside of the bag would be wet on Saturday, so it was fairly obvious she took an enema either Friday night or Saturday morning. There was also a fairly strong deposit of soap scum on the inside of the bag, too. The thought of her taking almost a full gallon of hot, soapy water from that huge bag just about sent me into a tizzy!

Well, one week we had decided to go see an art fair in a local park the next Saturday, and I'd arranged to pick her up about noon. I had some errands to do, and was lucky to find everything I needed at one store, so I was done early, and headed over to Jane's apartment. It was about 11 AM. I knocked on the door, not knowing whether Jane would be ready or not. At first, I got no response, and thought she might be in the shower or something. I waited a couple minutes, and then knocked once more. If I didn't get any response, I was going to give up and go shop somewhere for an hour, but then I heard some sound from Jane's apartment, then fast footsteps and Jane calling out "Hang on, I'm coming!" The door opened only about 6 inches, and I was barely able to squeeze by the doorknob without bashing my anatomy. As soon as I was in, Jane slammed the door and locked it it one motion. She said "You're early, I was just taking my enemas and I'm full of soapy water right now! Sorry, I'm running a bit late, but I gotta GO!" as she gave me a quick hug while bending over and keeping her tummy away from me. She was wearing a bathrobe. She pointed to the couch and then ran off to the bathroom, shutting the door solidly. As soon as she got on the pot, there was a huge, muffled whoosh. With the door shut, I couldn't really hear the details, but it sounded like she must have been expelling her first enema, as there was a bunch of plopping. After about ten minutes, I heard the toilet flush, and then water running. After a bit, the toilet was flushed again, and I heard the bathroom door open.

To my surprise, Jane came into the living room holding that huge enema bag in one hand, with the bulbous nozzle in the other. The fluid was milky-white, not really like milk, but quite cloudy, and the bag was filled all the way up to the top. Jane motioned me to move to one end of the couch (I had been sitting in the middle) as she hung the bag from a lamp next to where I was now sitting. She then moved into position to lie on the couch with her head on my lap. Once she was in position, she lifted up the bottom of the bathrobe, and worked the nozzle into her anus with a kind of circular movement. She then reached up and opened the clamp, and began to breathe heavily. I touched the side of the bag, and it was quite warm. She had her head right in my lap, and I was sure she could feel my erection building. I was amazed at how quickly she was able to take this enema, she never stopped the flow and it was done in about 5 minutes. She then closed the clamp and rolled over onto her back. She began to rub her belly, first through the robe, and then she began to open the bottom of the robe. After a bit more rubbing, she untied the belt, and opened the robe to expose much of her front. The robe remained covering her breasts, but everything below her rib cage was totally exposed. Her belly was now quite rounded. I tentatively touched her hip, and Jane made no attempt to move my hand, so I began to gently stroke her belly. Her tummy was quite firm, but not hard. I could easily feel the bulge of her colon inside her belly, and I gently massaged the water around inside her for a few minutes. She was obviously quite aroused, but I had no idea how far she wanted to carry this and didn't want to push things.

After a couple minutes of this, Jane snugged the robe a bit and rolled to her side and then sat up. She snatched the bag off the lamp and stood up, hobbling to the bathroom while bent over due to the huge load in her bowels. This time, either on purpose or due to the urgency to get on the pot, she didn't shut the door. I was able to hear the expulsion of this enema clearly. She got rid of it mostly in a few strong, long gushes, then ending up with some smaller dribbles. After about ten minutes, she was done, and started the sink faucets again. She refilled the bag and brought it out in a couple minutes. This time it was just the slightest bit hazy, and Jane said it just had some baking soda in it. The robe was still untied, but mostly covered her, and she had a large towel over her arm. She hung the bag from the same lamp, and then threw the towel on the floor, bending over to spread it out. She then pulled her right arm out of the robe, flipped it off her shoulder and then moved the nozzle from her left to right hand. She then dropped the robe off her left arm, and got onto the towel on all fours. She worked the nozzle into her rear as my eyes were jumping back and forth between her swaying breasts and her hand wiggling that nozzle. After the nozzle was fully inside her, She lowered herself into the knee-chest position, and then opened the clip. She began to moan, and I immediately knelt next to her, and began to rub her belly gently. She took the whole bag in just a couple minutes. I then began to wiggle the nozzle in her rear, and tweak her nipple, too. She was rocking her hips forward and back and moaning, so then I movedmy hand from the nozzle to her clit, and after a few seconds, she began to come loudly. Her orgasm lasted for at least 30 seconds. After she was done, she closed the clip and rolled onto her back. She grabbed me and pulled me down onto her and wrapped her arms around me. She then pulled the nozzle out of her bottom, and we rolled around on the towel for a minute or so, then she said she needed to get to the toilet.

This time, she got up, leaving the bag hanging from the lamp, and walked very calmly to the bathroom. She left the door open and expelled the enema very calmly. I thought I could clearly her the gentleness of this evacuation as compared to the strong urgency of the soapy enemas. After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush, then the bathtub faucet started running. After a bit, the water switched to the sound of a shower, I heard the door close, and I could hear water splashing and Jane moving around in there. She took her shower quite quickly, and then toweled off, and got dressed. She used the toilet one more time before coming out. We went to the art fair, and we both bought some small items, I got a miniature painting and Jane got a wall hanging. When we got back to her apartment, we put in some nails and hung the wall hanging up above thecouch.

Jane fixed a nice dinner for us, and while we were eating, I first brought up the subject of the enemas. She said she just felt much better by clearing out her colon once a week, and if she skipped her enemas for about 2 weeks in a row, she started to get a fullness and bloating that was quite uncomfortable. I told her that I was fairly experienced with enemas, too, and found watching her take hers to be amazingly exciting. Jane asked if I took enemas, and I went for broke and told her that I took them about 2-3 times a week, and always had an incredible orgasm with the last enema. Jane didn't say anything for a while, and finally admitted that she took them for the sexual stimulation, too. She said a 2 quart soapsuds enema would do fine to clear her bowels, but since an experience she had had in nursing school, that just didn't stimulate her anymore.

Jane then told me that her roomates were all into enemas to one degree or other. One night, after a little drinking, they decided to find out what a 4-quart enema would feel like, mostly to understand what that would feel like to a patient. So, they all agreed they should take a couple cleansing enemas and then try for a 4-quart enema. Some of the girls made it, some of them were not able to go much beyond 2 quarts. Jane had exchanged enemas with a couple of her roommates in the past, mostly as a part of classwork, and found it both a bit erotic and enjoyable. She had found taking the cleansing enemas, this time, in front of her roommates highly erotic. She wasn't sure whether it was because of the beer, because this enema wasn't part of a class exercise, or because she was looking forward to forcing 4 quarts into her gut. Jane knew she was going to orgasm when she got there, and was able to take the 4 quarts with some difficulty, and her belly was very stretched. She was fearful she would lose the enema all over the place when she made it to the end, but she was using a nozzle similar to the one on the bag in her bathroom, and was able to hold it in until she got to the toilet, but just barely. Some of her roommates were maybe a bit shocked by her orgasm, or maybe just surprised she could be so uninhibited.

After this, my erection was almost bursting my pants, and Jane asked me if I'd like her to give me one. I've never been able to say no to an offer of an enema, so I said I'd love to have one. We talked a bit about volumes, soap, temperature, and she decided to try 3 quarts of hot, mildly soapy water. She prepared the enema as I stripped and laid on her bed at her suggestion. She came out nude, carrying the bag. I nearly popped when she worked that bulbous nozzle into my rear, and then settled down for the fill. I found that even with the bag hung pretty low, the large tube and nozzle still provided a very fast flow, and I was filled with 3 quarts in just about 3 minutes.The solution was quite warm, and I began to sweat a bit. When it was done, Jane suggested I roll over, and she lay next to me, and wrapped her arms around me. She asked how long I usually held a soapy enema, and I told her I usually couldn't hold soap more than 5 minutes. Jane said I should try to hold it longer, and said she'd see if she could help me. She rolled onto her side, and pulled me over against her. My belly rumbled from the change in position. I pressed my erection against her nice, flat tummy. After a bit, she raised her leg and took my penis between her thighs. When she closed her legs, I began to rock my hips and slowly got excited to orgasm, spewing semen all over her legs. I started to apologize, and she cut me off, saying she wished I could have shot that semen into her vagina, but she just started taking "the pill" and we'd have to wait a few weeks until she was safe. About this time, my need to expel was becoming critical, and she helped me get up and carried the bag as I scuttled to the pot. She worked the nozzle out of my rear, and I exploded on the pot. Jane knelt next to me and started to hug me, as I was blasting out my first enema and making quite a racket. After a bit, she asked if I had ever had any interest in anal sex. I jerked upright, and looked at her. She had a blissful expression on her face, she somehow knew to interpret my jerk reaction as interest, not revulsion. Ah, heck, I'd guess most enema-loving guys would be naturally interested in anal sex with their girl.

When I was finished on the pot, Jane felt my tummy and said I'd done really well with this first enema, and maybe I just needed the rinse. We discussed what we wanted to do and positions, etc., and pretty much agreed that I'd take 3 quarts of warm water with baking soda in the knee-chest position, then I'd lube her rear real good, then she'd get on her hands and knees and I'd climb on her back and enter her. Jane made me promise that when she said"stop" to the lubricating, I would stop immediately. She said she was incredibly anally sensitive, and once I'd learned her specific sensitivities, I'd be able to make her orgasm within a few seconds with a finger up her rear. I stood next to her as she filled the bag and mixed in the baking soda, and then brought the bag to the bed. I carried the jar of vaseline, and then laid down on the bed. Jane lubed me and eased the nozzle into me. She then said "rear up, this is supposed to be a knee-chest filling" and I did so, and she started the flow. She had the bag hung higher this time, and even though my rear was up in the air, the flow was so strong I could feel the turbulence of the water rushing in. Pretty soon, it was all in, and Jane said "OK, time to lube me". I smeared the vaseline on her rear, and then slowly worked my finger into her rectum, and she began to moan and rock her hips. It wasn't more than a minute or two when she told me to stop, and she raised herself up onto her hands and knees. After getting up into position, she spread her knees a bit further, and then said she was ready. I got on top of her, and immediately placed my hands on her breasts, which made her moan. After a few seconds, I tucked my knees a bit under her to align myself with her, and she began moving her rear to push her anus against my penis. As soon as she had made the last adjustment, she began to push back onto me. The sensation of her body moving against and onto me, while my belly was quite full of water was totally fantastic. I thought I'd have to hold back my orgasm for a couple minutes while she got excited, but as soon as she had rammed herself fully down onto me she began to quiver and her pelvic muscles began to throb on my organ. I gasped, and squeezed her breasts until her nipples popped between my fingers. I closed my fingers on her nipples hard and began to hump her rear. Within seconds, we both came with incredible pelvic thrusts, and Jane collapsed flat onto the bed. I was a little apprehensive on the way down that the bump at the end of the drop would make me lose the water. That bulbous nozzle saved the day again. We lay there, gasping and shuddering for what seemed a long time, but was probably about two minutes, since by the time I got on the toilet I was still drenched in sweat.

After emptying out, Jane said the sensation of having me inside her was so incredibly pleasurable, she asked me if I could get hard again and repeat the performance. This time we lay on our sides, with her legs bent, and after a bit of encouragement I was able to enter her rear again. The sensation was sure pleasurable for me, too, and we lay there for probably 15 minutes, slowly rocking our hips, just enough to keep me hard. Finally, Jane said I probably couldn't keep this up too much longer and began to rock faster and faster until I came. She was able to control her orgasms pretty easily, and just whispered "pinch my nipple". I did that for a few seconds and she came, again with the most incredible pulsations of her rectal muscles. It was like my penis was in a milking machine, and I gasped and moaned as her orgasm faded. We lay together like that for a long time, until my penis was so soft her muscles pushed me out.

We played like this for about two weeks. Jane wouldn't take enemas more than twice a week, she was afraid of making her bowels unable to move without the enema. I told her I'd been taking enemas for15+ years, at least twice a week, and had no trouble resuming normal bowel movements, like when visiting my folks, etc. We had anal sex almost every night, and she agreed to give me enamas as often as every other night, with some reservations. She then started teaching me how to use my finger in her rear to get nearly the same level of excitement, although it usually took me longer to bring her to orgasm than by anal sex. I would have loved to give her more frequent enemas, but she seems to have a strong aversion to getting them any more frequently.

Finally, the two weeks were over, and Jane told me that it was safe for us to have sex. She offered to just do it missionary style, but I sensed some kind of reservation, and spent a few minutes exploring her feelings about it. She wasn't a virgin, but had been celibate for a number of years, and was feeling that this was a major step, and needed to be made special. We were naked by this time, and I began caressing her belly, and then began to massage deeper and more forcefully. She began to moan, and then she said "Yes, you're right, I want an enema first. In fact, I think I need to have a bellyful of hot, soapy water for the first time."

I agreed, since our true meeting was over that first enema she took in my presence. We discussed it, and decided she'd take a 3-quart soapsuds enema, then I'd take one, and we'd have slow missionary position intercourse while we were both filled. It was incredible, it was really hard to take our time and let the orgasm build slowly. We took turns on the pot, and even expelling in each other's presence began to be a big turn-on. We lay in bed and luxuriated in the after-glow of our first intercourse as well as some good enemas, and slowly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. About an hour later, we were both stirring due to last bits of the enema and the need to empty our bladders, but Jane was getting aroused laying against me, and she then pushed me over on my back and climbed on top of me. She rubbed her vulva against my groin, and in no time I was hard as a rock, and she lifted up and mounted me. She got into a squatting position and began to rock front and back while putting her weight on my pelvis. I reached up and began to squeeze her breasts, then stroked my index fingers in the fold under her breasts, and finally began to pinch and squeeze her nipples and I felt her orgasm build. She came and bounced on me for a bit, then slowly lowered her chest onto me. She then grabbed the vaseline and I stuck out my middle finger and grabbed a dab of it, and she did the same to herself. She then began to feel down between my buns, and I did the same to her. When I found her anus, I slowly eased my finger into her rectum and began to stroke it in and out, as she did the same to me. Within a minute or less, I felt my penis stiffen and I came. I continued to finger her until she came again. We then got up and took care of our bathroom needs.