Nancy's First

Nancy, a pretty eighteen year old, was feeling miserable, and had been ever since she'd gotten up that Wednesday morning. It had been a restless night for her, and she hadn't slept well at all. She was hanging out in the bedroom she stayed in at her grandmothers, where she was visiting.

She had arrived on the previous Saturday. Although she was enjoying her visit, she had felt a little worse each passing day, and this morning she didn't feel like doing much of anything. All she could do was listen to some tunes and leaf through a magazine, without really reading it, the way people do while waiting in a doctor's office. She had been with Gran for breakfast, but she hadn't felt like eating much, and she had excused herself as soon as she conveniently could.

She liked visiting her grandmother. Gran was only in her late fifties, and the two of them got along very well. Gran would take her places, and Nancy found she was very easy to talk to, easier than her mother for that matter. Mom, divorced years ago, would go on vacation by herself or with friends sometimes, as she had this week, knowing that Nancy would be well taken care of, and have a good time besides. Nancy's visit wouldn't interfere with Gran's job as a part time nurse.

The truth was that she was very constipated. This, unfortunately, wasn't a new condition for her. For whatever reason she had a very slow working digestive system, with a "transit time" that was much too long. As a result she suffered continually from irregularity. Today, though, her problem was even worse than usual.

On her school vacation now, last week she'd had a cold, her period, and she'd studied for and taken midterm exams, which had stressed her all out. On top of that, after the exams were over on Friday, she'd gone to the mall with her friends and eaten too much junk food. Any one of these would have been enough to cause her to get constipated, but the combination of them all had really done a number on her!

Her mother had always been frustrated at her eighteen year old daughter's seeming inability to have regular bowel movements. Her problem had gotten worse as she started maturing, and Mom had admonished her about it more than once. "You should be able to go to the bathroom regularly, at your age," she had told her daughter.

Saying this didn't make it happen, though. Even having Nancy try to go at the same time every day, such as after breakfast, didn't achieve the desired results. Since her movements were so irregular, as she'd gotten older Nancy had been given more than her share of laxatives, usually Milk of Magnesia, or Fleet glycerine suppositories, which were her mother's preferred remedy for constipation.

How Nancy disliked being made to take a laxative! The cramps, the urgency, the unpleasant, semi liquid BM she'd have, were to be avoided at all costs. And after taking one, and expelling the inevitable results, she wouldn't go for days and days afterwards, making her get constipated all over again.

Suppositories were better, she had decided. Although it was embarrassing when her mother put them in, she'd learned she could deal with it. At least they worked from below, where her trouble was, without upsetting her entire system.

Also, they were predictable. She could count on their working, nicely too, within an hour at most, so she could plan on where she would be when the time came, usually at home. That was so much better than what might happen after she'd taken a laxative. She never knew just when it would kick in. If she had to go out before anything happened, she knew all too well that sooner or later she'd have to make a beeline to the nearest ladies room!

Mom used suppositories rather frequently herself. In her bathroom, if she found that her own bowel movement was not forthcoming, she had learned years ago that the insertion of a suppository or two provided just the right amount of stimulation of her rectum to induce the good, complete BM she wanted. The results she obtained had convinced her that suppositories should be the remedy of choice for Nancy as well.

Actually, Mom's usage of suppositories had become the rule for her, rather than the exception, a fact that she conveniently overlooked when it came to treating Nancy's constipation. It had become a question of "do as I say, not as I do!" In all probability, Mom's own bowel problem was the reason she wasn't more sympathetic to Nancy's.

When Mom was backed up more that usual, or if she didn't have time to wait for a suppository to work, she would give herself an occasional Fleet enema, but so far Nancy had been spared this particular treatment. A few times Mom had considered giving Nancy a Fleet, but had decided against it. "She's only eighteen, so I shouldn't have to start resorting to enemas yet to get her bowels moving. I'll just keep giving her the MOM and the suppositories for the time being," Mom had thought.

She did have an enema bag, but it was only rarely that she ever used it, primarily when she would return home after traveling, which almost always made her get all stuffed up. Then she would have to get the bag out and give herself the cleansing enema she needed to get relief.

Her conclusion about not giving Nancy a regular, soapsuds enema had been the same as she had reached in not giving her daughter a Fleet. "I wish she wasn't so prone to constipation, but there doesn't seem to be much I can do about it. The way she gets all plugged up, I'm sure she could use a soapy enema sometimes, but I'm going to hold off giving her one as long as I can," Mom had decided.

" We may have to do enemas when she's older, but I don't want her to start taking them now. If she ever gets started on enemas she might get very dependent on them. All the more reason to wait, I think. But unless her condition improves, I may have to reconsider pretty soon," Mom had thought.

Mom knew very well, from her own personal experience, that there were those few times when she had to take an enema to relieve her constipation. "Had too's," was the way she thought of it, with amusement. But she realized the importance of confining the use of her enemas to the absolute minimum.

"I never want to reach the point where I can't have a bowel movement unless I give myself an enema, even though Mother says I should. She must be near that point, with all the enemas she takes, if she hasn't reached it already," she had thought. It would have been a very easy habit for her to get into! "I'm only forty two. I may get constipated, but I'm too young to have to take enemas all the time to relieve it," she'd tell herself.

Her thinking also reflected the vivid recollections she had, of the big soapy enemas her mother, Gran, had given her every so often, right through high school. She had gotten used to them, and she'd never objected all that much to having an enema. In fact, to the older woman's pleasant surprise, she had even asked for one a few times.

She had made up her mind, when she had gone away to college, that she would have to learn how to get along without them. It hadn't been easy for her, but ever since then she'd saved taking an enema for those times when she really, really needed one!

It didn't happen often, but every once in a great while Mom would make an exception to her rule, and give in to the temptation to have an enema. On those occasions she would decide that it had been too long since she had been really cleaned out. She liked the feeling, and she always felt so good afterwards, a veritable glow of health.

Wanting to take a big enema, she would fill her colon to its maximum capacity with as much warm soapy water as she could get up in there. Holding it in until the last possible moment, the flushing of her system would accomplish just what she had been hoping for. They were without doubt the most satisfying enemas she ever gave herself. Gran had taught her well. "Like mother, like daughter," she thought more than once.

"I do get tired of using suppositories, but I don't really want to get into enemas," she'd said to herself recently. " I should be a good role model for Nancy, even if Mother may not be," she'd decided.

Mom was very discreet about her enemas, though, only taking one when she was sure that Nancy wouldn't be around, and she made sure that she kept her bag and her Fleets well hidden. "I don't want her to know I use enemas, even if it isn't very often. She might think she should try one, if she knew," Mom would say to herself.

"You don't have to worry, dear. I'm not going to give you an enema, not yet anyway, even though your grandmother says I should. It's bad enough if you get into a suppository habit. I certainly wouldn't want you to get into an enema habit," Mom had said one day, as she stuck the needed suppositories up Nancy's protesting young adult bottom.

All too often, though, she wouldn't give Nancy anything, even when she needed something to help her have a movement. Nancy had dreaded those times, when finally she would just have to go, sitting on the toilet for the longest time. How it had hurt when at last, straining as hard as she could, she would just barely manage to push a single big, hard, dry turd out, having nothing more than an incomplete, difficult, unsatisfactory BM. Her tender bottom opening would ache for hours afterwards.

Unless Mom gave her a laxative, or inserted suppositories to help, the only part of her system she ever got emptied out was her rectum, and after her movement, such as it was, there would always be much more left in her than there should have been. So, in effect, she was permanently constipated, with a continually clogged up colon.

On occasion Nancy had been made to drink prune juice, or eat a high fiber cereal like All-Bran, both of which she hated. They helped some when she did have them, but she avoided them as often as she could, dumping the juice or the cereal down the disposal the moment her mother's back was turned. That didn't help matters any.

Mom had even tried giving her Metamucil a few times, which Nancy didn't like either. "It's an old ladies laxative," she'd fuss. It was hard for her to swallow the gritty mixture, and unless she drank enough water with it, it bound her up worse than ever.

Nancy was normal in all other ways. She was attractive with a cute figure, bright, a good student, had a pleasant, outgoing personality, and she made friends easily. She liked high school, and was popular there, having all the dates she wanted. Wrapped up in all the goings on as a senior in school, she didn't think all that much about her bowel problems, figuring that sooner or later she'd start to go regularly, the way her mother hoped she would. Unfortunately, though, this didn't seem to be happening!

Mom had suspected, although she hadn't known for sure, that Nancy hadn't been to the bathroom for a few days when she had left her off at Gran's. In the rush of getting ready to go on vacation, she hadn't had the time to check up on her. "If Nancy has gotten constipated, and Mother finds that out, I'll bet anything she'll give her an enema. She won't take ‘no' for an answer, either," Mom had thought, with some amusement, as she drove away.

"She may think Nancy's old enough. She probably is, actually. Maybe it is time she had an enema. I'm sure she can use a good clean-out. It would be good for her now, I think. That may be just as well, having Mother give her the first one. She is a nurse, after all, and I'll say this for her. She sure knows how to give a good enema. If Nancy has to have one, she doesn't know what she's in for," Mom had chuckled to herself.

"I've just got to go today. I'm so stuffed I can't see straight," Nancy thought, feeling sorry for herself, rubbing her slightly protruding belly. "I'd give anything to have a good shit. Oh, how did I ever get so constipated," she sighed, tears coming to her eyes.

She didn't feel well at all. Her head ached, her tummy ached, and she felt dull and listless, not in the mood to do much of anything, all too aware just how full up she was. Mom's assumption had been correct, for it had been at least a week since she'd last had a movement!

"I've got to try again, that's all there is to it. Oh, I feel terrible," she sighed, as she made her way into her private bathroom, Gran having her own. This was her third attempt this morning to have the BM she so badly needed. She'd tried as soon as she'd gotten up, and again right after breakfast, without any luck at all.

She pulled her panties down, which she had on under her nightie, sitting down on the toilet. "Uh. Uh. Unh," she grunted, pushing out, hard. "Unh. Unh. Mmmm-uh. Mmmm- unh. Uuu-ungh!" she went, trying desperately to open herself up and force the impacted waste out of her body.

It was no use. All that came out was some gas, which gave her cramps, and had added to her misery. "Oh, I can't do anything. It's stuck. It's too big to come out," she said to herself, getting teary eyed again. "I've gone and done it to myself this time," she sighed. . "I've got to do something. I can't go on like this. I knew I should have brought a laxative with me. How could I forget!" she remonstrated herself.

The knocks on the bathroom door, soft as they were, gave Nancy a start." May I come in, Nancy? I think you had better let me," she heard her grandmother say, quietly. "Yes, all right. You can come in," Nancy replied, in a small voice.

Gran did so, seeing, as she had expected, the pretty teenager, teary eyed, sitting on the toilet. One look told her all she needed to know. "I thought I heard you, downstairs. You can't go to the bathroom, can you, dear," she said, sympathetically. "No, oh, I just can't, Gran, and I know I need to," Nancy murmured. "I've tried so hard, but it won't come out!" she blubbered.

"There, there, now don't get so upset. I've come up to help you. I thought you must be constipated, the way you've been acting. I know just what we're going to do, Nancy. I'm going to take very good care of you. Since you can't have a movement, I think I'd better give you an enema, " Gran said, firmly, looking directly at her granddaughter.

Nancy blanched in horror. "Oh, no, oh, not an enema," she moaned. "Oh Gran, do I have to? Couldn't I have a suppository instead? I know that would work," she pleaded.

But Gran wasn't convinced. "Yes, I think you do have to. I don't think I even want to know how long it's been since you last had a movement. I'm sure you haven't had one since you've been here, and that's since last Saturday. So it's too late for a suppository, I'm afraid. If you're as constipated as I think you are, you need a good soapsuds enema, and that's just what I'm going to give you," Gran told her, in no uncertain terms.

"Oh, I know it will be awful!" poor Nancy cried. " I'll be able to go, without one, I'm sure I will," she added, not very convincingly. "How do you know it will be awful? As far as I know you've never had an enema. I've told your mother more than once she should give you enemas instead of laxatives or suppositories to relieve your constipation, but I gather she never has," Gran replied.

"You may find it's not as bad as you think. Anyway, you need to get all cleaned out, and the only way for you to do that is for me to give you an enema. I am a nurse, you know, and I know just how to do it," she laughed, pleasantly. "If you have any better ideas on how you're going to have a bowel movement, I'd sure like to hear them," Gran told her granddaughter.

Nancy, of course, didn't have any better ideas, and deep inside she was relieved that Gran was there to help her. Still, the idea of being given an enema took a little getting used to! "One of my girlfriends told me her mother had given her one, before her period. Her mother said it was good to have one then. She said it was the worst thing, the tube going in and all the water and everything," Nancy said.

"Well, I'd have to know how her mother did it, to comment on that. Actually, if an enema is given properly it can be a rather pleasant experience. Believe me, I know. Trust me," Gran laughed again.

The light dawned on Nancy, resigned now to her fate. "Do-do you take enemas, Gran?" she stammered, incredulously. She hadn't known! "Yes, sometimes I give myself an enema. You're not the only one in the family who gets constipated," she confessed. "I do myself sometimes, and when I do, I learned long ago that the best way for me to get relief is to take an enema. I don't mind admitting that I do enjoy one, every now and then."

Although she hadn't paid all that much attention to it, on a few of her visits to Gran's she had noticed that she had been in her bathroom for what had seemed to be an unusually long time. "She must be ‘sitting,'" Nancy had thought. Now, she realized, Gran must have been giving herself an enema!

She remembered now that she'd heard the muffled sound of running water and something being filled up, and later on the distinct noises of Gran having a big, explosive elimination. "Well, that explains it. So that's what she was doing in there. And here I thought she'd taken a laxative, and was waiting for it to work," Nancy said to herself.

It had never occurred to Nancy that an enema was something that could be enjoyed. Whatever thoughts she'd had about it had been just the opposite!

Perhaps it was her budding woman's intuition, but somehow Nancy had known, instinctively, deep, deep down, that given her ongoing problem with chronic constipation, the day would come when she would have to be given an enema. Her mother had said as much. It was inevitable, and today would be the day!

"In case you don't know it, your mother isn't nearly as regular as she should be. We've talked about it. I've told her more than once that, when she needs something, what she should do is give herself a good enema, instead of using those suppositories of hers all the time. They help some-I've used them-but they don't clean you all out the way an enema does," she said, convincingly.

Gran looked at Nancy again. "There's something else you may not know, unless she's told you. I hope she won't mind if I tell you now. I used to give your mother enemas when she was your age. She needed them back then, the way you seem to today. So there isn't any generation skipping. If your mother could take an enema, I guess you can, too," Gran laughed, pleasantly.

Nancy's expression revealed her surprise. "She never told me that, Gran. I never knew she'd ever had enemas. As far as I know, she doesn't take them. She's never mentioned it. She only said to me once that she wasn't going to give me one, so we haven't talked about it," she revealed.

"Well, I can't say that I'm surprised to hear that. Even though she should, it may well be that she doesn't now. But I know she still has a problem with constipation. Anyway, that's enough about your mother. You're the one now who needs the treatment," Gran commented.

"Tell you what. You come along with me to my bathroom. I'll make a deal with you. You can try to have a BM while I get the enema ready for you. If you have it, fine, no enema, but if you don't, I'll give it to you. Now, how does that sound," Gran said, pleased with her idea. Nancy, having been outsmarted, didn't have any choice but to agree. But she still had a chance to get out of it, if only she could go!

Gran turned the heat up, so her bathroom would be nice and warm for Nancy. The teenager, still in her nightie, sat on the toilet as soon as they were in there, with her panties down below her knees. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nightie was rather tight fitting, with a scoop front, nicely displaying the cleavage of her pert, firm young breasts, which were clearly outlined, straining against the confines of the bodice.

Instead of trying to go, she found that she was more interested in thinking about Mom having an enema, and watching Gran get her enema ready, than she was in having her movement!

"We're going to use the enema can. This belonged to my mother, so it's been around for a long time. I used it when I gave your mother her enemas, so you will be the fourth generation," Gran said, with considerable satisfaction, as she got the antique white enamel can, with blue trim, out from the vanity under the sink.

Nancy looked at it wide-eyed, and at the long red rubber hose which was attached to the spout. And attached to the hose, in turn, was an orange-red rubber tube, which had an opening at the end, and another one on the side. "Now, isn't that a nice looking setup," Gran said, with a smile, as she started the water running, and getting out the other things she would need to give Nancy her enema.

Nancy, looking on with a mixture of horror and fascination, didn't think so at all! She knew what enemas were, of course, as all kids did, having seen the Fleets and the bags at the drug stores. She'd never seen an enema can before, though, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like to be given an enema using it.

She'd never seen the long rubber tube before either, the one that was very soon going to go up into her rectum. She couldn't take her eyes off of it, trying not to think about how it would go in!

Gran noticed how she was looking at it. "This is a rectal tube, Nancy. It's a good tube to use for taking an enema. It goes in easily, and it's better, taking the enema, when the tube is inserted up above the rectum," Gran told her. "Oh, don't tell me it goes all the way in. I don't see how it can, the way I'm-I'm so full in there," Nancy blurted, her horror renewed, in a quavering voice. "I know it will hurt, and it's so long!" the petrified teenager moaned.

"No, it won't," Gran assured her. "Since it's rubber, and when it's well lubricated, you'll see, as I said, that it goes in very easily. This may surprise you, but you may find it feels good when it goes in. And yes, it can go in all the way. It may not, though, with your constipation, the blockage, with your first enema. We'll have to see how it goes," Gran said, smoothly.

"You said the first enema. Oh, do I have to have more than one?" Nancy sighed, with renewed consternation. "Yes, you should, dear. When your system is all clogged up, the way yours must be, it takes more than one enema to get all cleaned out. You'll see, when the time comes," Gran said, knowingly.

Taking her eyes away from her grandmother's preparations, she suddenly realized that she had better try to go if she were to avoid it. There was still time to get out of it. One enema would be bad enough, and now she had just learned there might be a second one as well!

So she tried pushing again, going "uh-uh-uh" the way she had before, with Gran right there. But it was no use. She knew now, all too well, that she wouldn't be able to have a movement, that nothing was going to happen, until she was given an enema! Gran wasn't surprised at all. "It was worth a try, but I didn't think you'd go. You're too constipated," she declared.

Now that she was confronted with the reality, Nancy tried, unsuccessfully, to rationalize what was about to be done to her. "It's nothing more than water going up into you, to make you go," she tried convincing herself.

But she remembered her mother's tone of voice when she had been told she wouldn't be given an enema. And she knew now that her mother had had enemas, and that Gran had said she enjoyed hers. "There can't be any more to it than getting filled up with the water," she thought. "Or is there something else about it that I'm not aware of?" she wondered.

Reluctantly, with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Nancy watched Gran get it ready, filling the can up to the very top with warm water, swishing the Ivory soap bar in the water until it had a white, milky, frothy look, and releasing the clamp to let the air and cool water out, completing her preparations by coating the tube thoroughly with mineral oil. She put the brimming can on the edge of the vanity top, positioning it so the spout was over the edge. "There, I think it's all ready for you," she said, significantly.

"Oh, do I have to take all that, Gran? That looks like so much. I'll never be able to take all that. It's too big an enema," Nancy moaned again, alarmed at the prospect of so much soapy water going up her bottom. "You should if you can. It's a two-quart enema. A grown up girl like you should be able to take that much. Your mother usually could. But if you can't, you don't have to take all of it, but for it to work properly, the more that goes in, the better, so you'll be sure to get good results," Gran replied.

"Anyway, it's enema time, Nancy. Let's not put it off any longer. This will be a new experience for you, and I hope a good one. Think of it as a treat, instead of a treatment," Gran laughed, in the pleasant, reassuring manner she had, putting a couple of fluffy towels down on the floor. "Now, I want you to take your underpants all the way off and kneel down on the towels. There are other positions, but that is the best one to be in for an enema. Put your head down on your arms if you want to."

With her heart pounding, Nancy pulled her panties down from around her knees, stepping prettily out of them, and then she complied with her grandmother's instructions, getting into position on the towels, her nightie still draped over her butt.

Looking over her shoulder, Nancy saw Gran slip her right index finger into a little plastic sleeve. "This is called a finger cot. They're used for enema preparation and inserting suppositories. I'm going to lubricate your bottom with Vaseline, which you always want to do in preparation for an enema, so the tube will go in easily, and ease the passage afterwards. And I'm going to do you inside, too, give you a rectal exam and see just how stuffed up you are," Gran announced.

Nancy, faced with the inevitable, shuddered all over. In plain English, Gran was going to stick her finger up her ass, and, like the enema, there was no getting out of it. It was so embarrassing, kneeling the way she was, so exposed, and knowing what Gran was going to find in there, feeling all her shit!

Gran sensed Nancy's embarrassment, knowingly. "I do know what you look like back there, Nancy," she said, pleasantly. "If I had a nickel for every female behind I've seen, and for every rectal exam and enema I've given during my nursing career, I could retire tomorrow. I know how to give an enema, I can assure you," she laughed. That made her nervous granddaughter feels somewhat better!

Gran did indeed know how to give an enema. She had her CCH in addition to being an RN, and she worked as a therapist at the leading colonic irrigation clinic in the city. She had discovered long ago that many of her patients would rather have an enema than a colonic, a service that she was more than willing to provide.

If a patient were constipated when she came in for a colonic, Gran would often suggest that she have an enema first, to empty the lower tract, so that the ensuing colonic would be more effective. With her gentle art of persuasion, and after her expert ministrations, many of those who had been anxious or who had misgivings about being given an enema had been converted to true believers!

She had always enjoyed giving enemas, which many nurses disdained, so she had become the enema specialist wherever she had worked. So, when her husband, Nancy's grandfather, had died suddenly some years ago, she had been prepared by training and inclination to enter a well paying profession. She had never regretted it.

She especially liked treating the rather numerous constipated, apprehensive teenagers who would be brought to the clinic by their mothers for an enema appointment, as a last resort. They were just like Nancy. "Too many young girls get constipated. I guess it goes with their lifestyle," Gran would think, somewhat disapprovingly.

Soapsuds enemas would be prescribed, and soapsuds enemas would be given, successfully washing out her patients' impacted bottoms. After being the recipients of her gentle, caring nursing skills, the girls would be very grateful afterwards, not to mention their mothers. As a result, many of the girls became repeat clients, an ongoing source of income for the profitable clinic.

Nancy's impending rectal exam wouldn't be her first one, though, as her mother always had to get her ready back there when she inserted the dreaded suppositories. And if she'd been honest with herself, Nancy would have admitted that, rightly or wrongly, it felt kind of nice. She wasn't above exploring her body openings, soaping herself all over, inside and out, when she took a shower. She'd done that enough to know that she was very sensitive back there!

Gran got herself down behind Nancy's up thrust rear end, lifting her nightie up over her back, exposing her well rounded, delectable teenage bottom to view. "I must say, you have grown up, haven't you. You've got a cute butt, my dear," Gran teased, giving Nancy a few taps on the fanny, visually taking in the curvaceous mounds of Nancy's ass, the perfect circle of her puckered anal crater, and all the soft hair in her furry crevice."The boys will be after her, soon enough," Gran thought.

Nancy was almost beside herself with anticipation, tingling with goose bumps the moment she felt Gran's well-greased finger probing her pretty, crinkled bottom opening as she applied the Vaseline onto, and into, her anal entrance with a swirling, twisting motion. "Ooh," she sighed, feeling all the sensations of the anal invasion, and knowing what was very soon to come. But unexpectedly it felt good so far. Furthermore, to her added embarrassment, despite herself and to her complete surprise, she felt herself getting very wet!

"You do have to do this, I suppose, put your finger in me," Nancy grumbled, sarcastically for her. But Gran, although not about to be deterred, was sensitive to Nancy's concerns, good nurse that she was. "This is her very first enema. I have to keep remembering that," Gran thought

"Yes, I think I do, Nancy. I know that this is your first time, but I've got to emphasize how important it is that the rectum be well lubricated whenever you take an enema. I'll be gentle," she said, reassuringly. "Well, ok, if you must. I guess there's a first time for everything," Nancy muttered, further resigned to her fate, as Gran dipped her finger back into the jar of Vaseline.

"Mm-huh, what have we here," Gran thought to herself, noticing Nancy's wetness."Who knows, she may enjoy this after all. She won't be the first girl who ever has."

So thinking, and with a big dab of Vaseline on her finger, she entered it into the center of Nancy's pouting anal ring, positioning it there for a second, and then she slowly slid the well greased digit up into her breathless granddaughter's impacted rectum. "Ooh- aah," Nancy sighed, the moment she felt Gran's finger go up in there. She couldn't believe how good it felt, which took her mind off what Gran was finding inside the most secret, private, forbidden area of her body!

Gran continued her rectal exploration, feeling, right away, the huge, log like turd that was so big it had blocked Nancy all up. It was way down at the end, and it was all she could do to maneuver her finger around inside her rectum, as she spread the Vaseline around as best she could, pushing her finger in as far as she could reach.

"I don't imagine I have to tell you how constipated you are, Nancy. No wonder your bowels aren't moving. Your rectum is packed solid, and my guess is that it has backed way up inside you. You are one plugged up young lady. You need an enema, no question about that. You should have come to me for help before this," Gran said, reprovingly, as she pulled her finger out. "Oh, I know, but I thought I'd go, sooner or later," Nancy replied, guiltily." Well, you couldn't, and now you have to have an enema. I'm going to put the tube in now," Gran announced, almost in a whisper.

Nancy was breathless with dread and anticipation, a jumble of emotions, as Gran picked the tube up and got back down behind her granddaughter's luscious, up thrust derriere, staring right at her palpitating asshole. "Luckily, it's still in good shape, despite her problems with constipation," Gran thought, visually examining the glistening anal opening exposed right before her.

"Hooh-uh," Nancy went, feeling the tip of the tube in the center of her trembling anal entrance. Gran eased it in, slowly inserting the rubber snake a few inches up Nancy's constipated rectal channel. "There, I think that's far enough in for now. I'll see if I can get it up a little higher after you've taken some of the enema," Gran said, her hand poised on the clamp.

Nancy's body was replete with tingling, rippling sensations, caused by the insertion of the rectal tube, pleasurable feelings emanating from her erotically sensitive anus and rectum as Gran slid it in. "Ooh, that is nice," she sighed to herself. "Maybe this won't be all that bad after all!"

"I'm going to start it now. In a moment you'll be taking your very first enema," Gran said, in a very soft, intimate voice. She vividly remembered, as if it were yesterday, when her mother had given her her first one, at almost the same age. "I only hope that Nancy enjoys hers as much as I did," she thought.

Nancy, quivering with excitement, dimly heard the distinct "snap" when Gran opened the metal clamp, the teenager experiencing the magic moment that could never be repeated, the moment when the warm, soapy water began flowing into her body for the very first time. "Oooh-ooo, I can feel it going in!" she panted. "Oh, I didn't know, oh, that feels so good," she moaned. She loved it! "See, I told you it might feel good, but you have to find that out for yourself," Gran told her. "Now, let's see if I can get the tube up a little higher."

The new sensations of taking her first enema, the delicious warm soapy solution filling her, flowing into her rectum and up into the depths beyond, the tube worming its way up her colonic channel, titillating her asshole as it went in, the buildup of anticipation, her constipation, her need to have a movement, all coalesced into a sheet of sexual flame, the most intense state of arousal she had ever experienced. "Oh, my god, I'm going to come, I can't help it!" the teenager gasped, writhing about on the towels.

Panting, moaning, and sighing with sheer delight, Nancy had one pounding, scintillating orgasm after another, a soaring flight to the zenith of ecstasy, the pretty girl shuddering to the very foundation of her being. She sensed that she was being made love to by the erotic enema, but ooh, how she wanted it, the penetration, and the impregnation of her body, oh, it was all so beautiful, so utterly exciting! Oblivious to all else, the intensity of her orgasms was beyond her wildest dreams!

At last, though, but still in a post orgasmic glow, she began calming down from her multiple climaxes. The realization suddenly came to her that all this had happened right in front of Gran. She was mortified! "I couldn't help it, Gran, it just happened," she murmured, blushing furiously.

But Gran was as good about it as she could be. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Nancy. What happens, happens. Being given an enema is a very intimate procedure, and having a sexual release during an enema is a natural consequence. You're not alone, believe me."

" I'm a nurse, remember, so I know. It happens to a great many people. Enemas have a way of doing that. Some women call it the ‘extra benefits.' It's better for you to have a release this way than from the boys, at your age. This will be our secret," she said, laughing pleasantly.

Gran couldn't have said it any better. She was so understanding, and Nancy was immensely relieved at what she had said. It was so good to know that she was not alone, that it was natural, and that lots of people got off while being given an enema. It had, after all, been the most intense experience she had ever had, and what a relief it was to know she didn't have to feel guilty about it!

The more she calmed down, though, the greater was her awareness that she was very full, her urgency to expel the enema increasing almost by the second. She had almost forgotten that she was taking an enema when she'd been climaxing, but she was acutely aware of it now! "Ooh, do I ever need to go," Nancy panted. "Can I ever feel it. Did I take all of it, Gran? Ooh, take the tube out, please, please, so I can go!"

"Yes, you did take all of it. That's very good, taking two quarts your very first time. I will take the tube out, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can, give it time to work and start softening everything up. The longer you can hold it, the better. Once the tube is out I'll put a pad up against you. That should help you hold it in for a few minutes," Gran told her.

Gran pulled the rectal tube down and out, wiping it off with a tissue as she did so. It needed it, for it had had quite a trip up into Nancy's turd filled intestinal tract. "It went in about half way, Nancy. That's good, when you're constipated. Most likely I can get it all the way in when you have your second enema. Here, let me get the pad."

Gran pressed a thick sanitary napkin right onto her granddaughter's palpitating butthole in the nick of time, helping the cute teenager hold it in. "Holding it is all part of the enema experience," Gran informed her. "Oh, I guess," Nancy panted, struggling with all her might to keep the surging flood within her. Even with the pad up against her, it was all she could do to maintain any control over her quivering sphincter, which was wracked with involuntary spasms. Her entire body craved expulsion!

"There, I think you've held it long enough," Gran finally said, to Nancy's immense relief. She'd only been holding it for a few minutes, but it had seemed like an eternity. She'd never had to go so badly in her whole life. Laxatives and suppositories had their effect, but this was something else!

"This is Part Three of taking an enema. You've taken it, you've held it, and now you'll find out what it's like to let it out. You're about to have your very first enema movement. Get on the toilet now. I'll leave you alone, I think. You don't need me in here for that," Gran said, wisely.

Nancy didn't waste any time at all in getting herself seated on the toilet. "Aah, hooh. At last I can go," she sighed, relaxing her anal sphincter and pushing out, hard, reversing the process of keeping it in. "Ooh, uh, uh, uh, oh, it's got to come out!" she panted.

Propelled by her acute waves of peristalsis, caused by the two-quart soapy enema she'd taken and held, she felt her asshole being forced open, wider and wider, by the descending fecal log. "Oh god, it's coming out, oh it's got to, oh please, oh here it comes, uh, uh, unngh!" she moaned, panting, grunting, and straining.

Tears came to her eyes again, and she winced with pain as the enormous turd slid slowly out through her aching bottom opening, stretched wider than it should ever have to go. It seemed to take forever, but it was out, at last, plopping into the toilet bowl with a splash so big it wet her buns." Aaaah. Ooh, thank heavens, it's out," she sighed, with relief, her sphincter closing up, gratefully. But it was only closed up for a second. "Oh, here comes some more!" Nancy panted.

Oblivious to all else, Nancy's body was in total surrender to the power of her elimination, as chunk after chunk of all the waste material that had made her get so constipated exploded out of her, flushed out by the soapy water in a cacophony of plops and splats. And, to her utter surprise, it had another effect on her as well!

"Oh god, I'm going to come again!" she gasped, as another series of searing, flaming orgasms overcame her. "Ooh yes," she moaned, her hand on her mound, getting herself off yet again, still blasting the toilet bowl with the escaping constipated shit. The force of her uncontrollable expulsion heightened the ecstasy of her orgasms even more, and the spasms of her climaxes dramatically increased the intensity of her enema-induced bowel movement, a truly symbiotic combination!

Nancy, drenched with perspiration, still panting, was exhausted from the events that had befallen her, but oh, she felt so good, so clean, so alive, so satisfied! It had been an experience that she would never forget, not that she wanted to! She gazed ruefully into the toilet, looking at everything that had come out of her. "I did need an enema, and I didn't even know it. I can't believe I did that much. I never would have gone, without the enema. Thank goodness for Gran," she thought, while daintily wiping the residue off her bottom and flushing the toilet.

Although Gran knocked discreetly on the bathroom door, this time she came right in without being asked, finding Nancy, beaming, still on the toilet. Her flushed face gave her away, however, and anyone wise to the ways of women would have known it wasn't only because she'd just had a huge, enema induced bowel movement!

Gran chose to ignore what had happened. Instead she said, "I can tell just by looking at you that it worked, that you had good results, Nancy. Now you know what it's like to have a good, big movement with the help of an enema. It's the only way to have one sometimes, when you really need it."

Nancy nodded eagerly in agreement. ‘It did work, Gran. I know now that I did need an enema. But even with the enema it was still so big I was afraid it wasn't going to come out," Nancy sighed, blushing at making such an intimate revelation. "Well, that can happen, I know, if it has been too long since your last movement. You had better tell me now just how long it had been," Gran said, quietly.

" It was, like, nine or ten days," Nancy confessed, almost in a whisper, not looking directly at Gran. "I knew I needed to go, but I just couldn't." "Well, I would think so. That's too long, you know that.You had to have been really backed up," Gran replied, reproachfully. "Oh, I know. I thought I'd go before this, but without my suppositories I didn't get any urge, and then it was too late," the teenager confessed, guiltily.

"Well, that explains it, I guess. Suppositories are a laxative, you know, and it's all too easy to get dependent on them, as I've told your mother several times. The best way to relieve constipation by far is to have a good enema. They're much better for you than laxatives and suppositories, and they can be very enjoyable besides. You don't have to tell me how much you liked your first one," Gran said, with a knowing smile.

Nancy, blushing, didn't have to say a word. Her expression said it all. But since Gran knew, she thought she might as well admit it. "I did like it, Gran. I didn't think I would, but I did. I had no idea," she confessed. "Well, that's good. I hoped you would. We'll keep it just between us, won't we," Gran said, in a confidential tone of voice, leaning over and giving Nancy a little hug.

"You should have a second one, you know. There's no escaping it," Gran told her, with a smile. "Your colon needs more work, Nancy," she said, seriously. "You have never taken enemas, so you have never been cleaned out properly. Since you move your bowels so infrequently, there will be a lot more inside that needs to be washed out. The waste does build up in there, you know. The only way to be sure you have a nice clean colon is to take a second enema. You'll see, when you let it out. Think you're up to it?" Gran asked, with another smile. She was sure that Nancy was!

"Yes, I'd like to have another one, Gran, if you think I should," Nancy agreed. "I do think you should," Gran replied, firmly. "Enemas are very healthful, and good for young adult girls like you. With your constipation, you've never been clean in there. It affects the complexion. You'll see how yours improves," Gran told her.

That gave Nancy food for thought. She didn't have any pimples, but she knew her skin didn't have quite the glow of health that she would have liked, that a girl her age should have. Maybe Gran was right. It was worth finding out, she decided.

"You sit right there, and I'll get it ready for you. I'll give you a nice high enema this time, Nancy. This time the rectal tube should go in all the way, and you'll have a good bowel washing." Nancy was learning that her grandmother had a "thing" about colon cleanliness!

The next soapy enema all ready for her, Nancy knelt down once again on the fluffy towels, submitting her exposed bottom to Gran's expert ministrations. How different it was this time, now that she knew what it was like to be given an enema. She was more than ready for her second one!

Gran, down behind her, commenced the lubrication. After coating Nancy's opening with Vaseline, she plunged her finger in, doing Nancy thoroughly inside with a deep exploration. "I must say, that's quite an improvement. Your rectum is nice and clean," she announced. "Higher up, though, that will be a different story."

Gran stuck the tube in, pushing it up Nancy's rectum a few inches, and she released the catch on the clamp, almost all in one motion. "Mmmm," Nancy sighed, with sheer pleasure. It was so different, taking the second soapy enema, now that her lower tract had been emptied out. "Now, let's see how we do with the tube this time. The water should help draw it right in," Gran said to Nancy.

So saying, she began inserting the tube in deeper, skillfully advancing it around the loop of Nancy's sigmoid, and then, slowly and gently, pushing it up into the descending section of Nancy's colon, the enema going in all the while. Ooh, it felt so good! Gran had made it nice and warm, so it bathed Nancy in an erotic glow as it went up, inexorably, higher and higher up inside her.

Nancy was close to orgasm, but this time she decided to hold off if she could, so she could enjoy the sensations of taking her enema instead. The rectal tube was in all the way, making it somewhat easier to take, as Gran had said it would. She could feel her belly distending, as the two-quart enema flowed steadily in. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Gran lifting the can up, tilting it so the last of the solution would go into her. The sucking sound from the bottom of the can told her that she had taken every drop. She had done it, but she felt so full!

"There, you've done it again. Good girl," Gran praised her. "Now, I'll have you do what we did the first time, have you hold it in as long as you can, so the water will soak the impacted waste off the walls of your colon."

Gran left the tube in this time, but she did place tissues around it up against Nancy to help her hold it. It was a struggle, though, since the soapy solution was really acting up, causing a few drops to leak out of her quivering butthole. "That should do it for now," Gran decided, as she pulled the rectal tube down and out. "Let's see what results you get with this one."

Nancy didn't waste any time getting herself seated on the toilet, the soapy water jetting out of her in a torrent. It was only water that came out to start with, but soon many more chunks came plopping out as well, as Nancy expelled all the waste that had built up in there, that the first enema had missed. "I guess my system was some kind of a mess," the teenager thought. "Gran was right when she said you need two enemas to get it all out." It was hard for her to believe there had been that much more in there. She felt squeaky clean now!

Gran came bustling back in, just as her granddaughter was wiping and flushing. She was just in time to inspect the results as they went down the drain. "You see now why you needed a second enema, " Gran said. Nancy had to agree!

"You did very well, dear. I'm sure that was quite a workout for you, especially since it was your very first time. Now, would you like to have a nice bubble bath? You might find that very relaxing, after your enemas. Here, I'll draw it for you," Gran said. "Oh, could I? Yes, I would like that," Nancy agreed, eagerly.

Gran soon had the bath ready for her. Nancy took her nightie off, standing in front of Gran for a moment completely nude, the older woman looking approvingly at the coed's cute figure as she stepped into the tub. The suds were so frothy that Nancy's body couldn't be seen through them, as she luxuriated in the warm water. It was just as well that she couldn't be seen, since her hands were very busy!

Gran hadn't left the bathroom, though. "I'd like to give myself an enema, Nancy, if you don't mind. I can use one, since I haven't been to the bathroom myself for a few days. I do have to go to work this afternoon, so this is the only time I have. I suppose I could take it in the other bathroom, but this will be more convenient, since everything is right here. You'll be having your bath, so you don't have to watch," Gran said, with a little laugh.

Nancy was taken completely by surprise, since the last thing she expected was that Gran would want to give herself an enema right in front of her. "Well, I guess if that's what she wants to do, it should be ok with me. Who am I to say no," Nancy thought. "Yes, sure, Gran. I don't have any problem with that. You probably would have been having your enema during the time you gave me mine." "That's true, but you were in need, so I wanted to do you first. But it is my turn now," Gran replied.

It was fortunate that both women were so uninhibited. Once she had gotten used to the idea, Nancy hadn't minded all that much being exposed in front of her grandmother, and it was evident that Gran felt the same way. But Nancy knew that the temptation would be too great not to watch at least part of what Gran was going to do!

The first thing she saw was Gran taking the rectal tube off the hose. She got an even longer one out from under the vanity, where it was evident she kept her enema equipment. Nancy, wide eyed, watched her connect it to the hose. "This is a colon tube, Nancy. It's like the rectal tube, except it's longer. I need a good high enema today, I'm afraid. You might like to try it yourself, another time," Gran suggested, seeing that Nancy was watching. Nancy couldn't help but wonder how many more enema tubes there were that she'd never seen!

Gran made all her preparations, much the same as she had done for Nancy's enemas, getting the can filled up again with another batch of warm soapy solution, and getting the long colon tube all lubricated. "A high colonic enema will do me good," she said, more to herself than to Nancy.

She proceeded to take her robe off, but she kept her nightgown on. She did have her bra on, but she wasn't wearing underpants. She usually didn't keep her nightgown on when she gave herself an enema, but she decided to this time. "I suppose I should preserve some semblance of modesty," she said to Nancy, with a smile.

Even with her nightgown still on, Nancy could see that despite her age she still had a good, although full, figure, with only a few wrinkles and bulges, but with a rather ample behind. But she did have to lift her nightgown up more than she had intended to, in order to get herself ready, partially exposing her big rear end. "That big ass of hers is made for taking enemas," Nancy thought, irreverently.

So Nancy got a peek, as Gran knelt down on the towels, with her finger cot on and her Vaseline jar at the ready, at all the hair she had back there, more than Nancy did herself. And she had a quick look at Gran's pronounced, gaping anal crater. "I guess she's had she share of enemas," Nancy thought, a surmise that was entirely correct.

Gran went ahead as if she were in the bathroom all by herself, reaching under her nightgown to give her anus and rectum a good lubrication. "There, I guess I'm all set. It's time for my enema," she thought, with considerable satisfaction.

Picking the colon tube up from where she'd conveniently placed it on the towel, Gran deftly inserted it up through her relaxed, partly open anal passage and on up into her rectum, after which she reached back and snapped the clamp open. "Mmm, oh that's good, just what I need," she sighed, the moment she felt the warm soapy solution flowing into her body.

Then she went to work with the tube, slowly easing it in, inch by inch, as she took her enema. "I hope I can get it all the way in today, up good and high," she thought. Nancy's eyes were riveted on her grandmother's partially visible rear end, watching the tube slowly disappearing up inside her.

Gran was an expert at inserting a colon tube. It might take a little longer when she was full up, but she was equal to the task. It wasn't long at all before its entire length was implanted deep inside her colonic channel. Only the flared end, where it was connected to the hose, was visible outside her rear opening. "Ooh, I do enjoy a high enema, and it's so good for me," Gran thought, as the last of the enema solution went in.

"Two quarts isn't going to do it today, I'm afraid," Gran said to Nancy. "I don't have time for more than one enema, so I'm going to make it a good big one."

So saying, she stood up, the tube still in her, and she refilled the can. "If this doesn't clean me all out, I don't know what will," she said, with a smile, as she got back down into position, opening the clamp again. "Aaah-haa. Aaah-haa," she went, taking slow, deep breaths.

"Ooh, that is a big enema, and it's working, too, just the way I want it to," Gran panted. She was all too aware now just how full she was, plus she was feeling the urgent need for elimination! Nancy, from the tub, couldn't see how much water was left in the can, but she guessed, correctly, that Gran had taken most of it. She did see, though, that it was a struggle for Gran to hold it in. "I guess it's working for her, too," Nancy thought.

Gran turned around so that Nancy couldn't see her bottom and the tube as she pulled it out, wiping the stains off it with a tissue, as she had done with the rectal tube that had gone up her granddaughter. "There are a few things she doesn't need to see," Gran thought, with amusement, as she walked the few steps to the toilet, sitting down with her nightgown partially draped over her. "Ooh, it's time to go!"

Gran's big enema had accomplished the desired objective, giving her the powerful urge she needed. She had herself a cataclysmic evacuation, the bathroom full of the sounds of jetting water and plopping turds, as Gran expelled her enema in burst after satisfying burst.

Although she hadn't had the urgent need for an enema that Nancy had had, it was evident from her expulsion that it had been a good idea for her to take one. "There, I guess that's it," she said at last, not embarrassed in the least at having Nancy see her reach under herself to wipe her bottom. "Oh, that was good. I needed a good cleanout," Gran declared. "I'll be all set to go to work now."

"After I clean everything up I'll make sandwiches for us, Nancy. I imagine you'll have your appetite back now," Gran said, with a smile. Getting dressed, in her nurse's uniform, she was soon in the kitchen, making lunch for the two of them. "I'm hungry myself. You don't have much of an appetite when you're constipated. Now that we've both had our enemas it will be time to start filling our systems up all over again," she laughed.

Nancy, having finished her bubble bath, soon was dressed and in the kitchen, glad to have the chicken salad sandwiches that Gran had prepared. "How do you feel now, after your very first enema?" Gran ventured to ask. "On top of the world. I can't believe how much better I feel, having felt so rotten this morning," Nancy replied.

"Well, enemas have a way of doing that, and I'm glad that you have found that out. You see now how much better they are than laxatives or suppositories. Today is Wednesday. I should give you another enema Sunday morning, so you'll be all nice and clean when you go back home. And who knows, maybe I should have one then myself," Gran laughed.

"I'll be ready for one by then, Gran. But I will have to go back home. Knowing me, I'm afraid I'll get constipated again. Maybe I should ask Mom to give me an enema if I need something. I wish she would, instead of making me use the suppositories," Nancy said, hopefully.

"I'll be glad to speak to her about it, if you'd like me to. I have before, but if she knows that you've had your first one, and it worked well for you, she might agree to it now," Gran replied. "Oh, would you, Gran? Maybe if you do, that might convince her," Nancy asked. "I will, but you should sit down and talk to her about it first," Gran advised.

"What do you think I should say to her? Do you think she would listen?" Nancy asked, wondering how she could convince her mother, and actually ask her for an enema.

"Oh, she'll listen. I don't think there's any question about that. She's had enemas, after all, and you may find that she's more sympathetic and understanding about it than you expect," Gran began. "

"What I would say, if I were you, is that I was constipated while I was at Gran's, and when she found that out she gave me an enema, and it worked very well. Tell her we both think you're old enough now to take enemas, and that you've learned that it's the best way to relieve your constipation and get yourself all cleaned out. There's nothing like telling the truth," Gran advised, with a smile.

"There is one more thing that you might say," Gran continued. "And that is, if she doesn't want to give you enemas, or if she feels uncomfortable about it, since you're old enough at 18, maybe I could have my own enema bag, and give them to myself if I need to. That's true, too. At eighteen, you are old enough to do it by yourself now," Gran concluded, not telling Nancy that that was exactly what she had done herself at her age, and had been doing ever since.

"Thanks, Gran. That is what I will say. Oh, I hope she will agree. I know I'll need another enema sometime, when I'm back at home," Nancy replied, going over and giving her grandmother a quick hug. She was thinking, too, how good it would be to have her very own enema equipment, and have an enema any time she wanted one!

It was a thought that hadn't occurred to her before. The very idea was enough to make her panties soaking wet!

"Even if she does agree to it, this probably won't be the last time I give you enemas, though," Gran continued. "You will come and visit me again, I'm sure. When you're here again, if you need one, all you have to do is ask. You don't need to wait for me to find that out, the way I did today," she added. "Oh, I'll ask you, Gran. You don't have to worry about that," Nancy replied, with a big smile. "That's an offer I'll find hard to refuse!"

The End