I enjoy enemas. They are good to give and to receive. The best of anything is always shared, and this is the story of my first "giving."

This all happened when I was a senior in High School, back in the '60's. My girl friend (I'll call her Annis, just for fun) and I were 18, and we had been experimenting with sex a lot, particularly with oral and anal sex. Our reasons were obvious-- these were the days before teenagers used condoms. We were both terribly afraid of Annis getting pregnant, so we developed all the methods people generally develop of "getting their things together" without me actually ejaculating in her vagina. So there was a lot of sucking and buttfucking, and I think she actually got so she enjoyed the anal sex better than any other. She was one of those women who could have an orgasm in her ass.

Anyway, I had been into enemas for quite a while, but I never told Annis (I wish I had, now!); I gave them to myself and enjoyed them greatly.

During one of our "sex experiments," we were trying to find lubricant for her backside; there was no Vaseline in the house (certainly no K-Y!), and no cold cream or hand lotion. So we went to the kitchen, and discovered that Annis' Mom had about a quart of corn oil. There was also a squeeze bottle, like the sort restaurants use for ketchup and mustard (about 8 oz. capacity), with a two- inch slender tip. We decided to use the corn oil and put it into Annis so she would be properly "lubed" inside. I had always wanted to give her an enema, but I could never bring it up. I thought nobody else had any interest in enemas for pleasure, and I still wasn't mature enough to tell her what I wanted to do to her. So I laid her on her stomach (she and I were both naked by this time), and spread her buttocks apart. Annis had the most beautiful "underparts" of any girl I've seen. She was a genuine golden blonde, and she had really thin pussy lips that spread out when her legs did.

So I spread her legs and looked. Beautiful, pink, barely separated lips stared back. She had that slightly musky smell that women get when they've not showered for a few hours. Yum! I spread her a little further, looking at the soft pink inside, and then

j u s t a little more, so I could see her clitoris. Gorgeous!! Annis said, "hurry up! I'm waiting!" So I spread her buttcheeks 'way apart, squeezed a few drops of oil on her pink little anus, and s l o w l y inserted the end of the squeeze bottle as far in as I could get it.

Annis moaned a little (I wasn't sure why), and I paused a 'sec before squeezing the bottle. She said, "go ahead." I replied, "OK," and injected the contents of the bottle slowly into her. She said, "That's enough! In fact, that's too much! I feel sick." I had put the entire bottle full into her (I had about 4 ounces in it), and as much air as the bottle held. I put the bottle on her dresser, and began to probe her anus with my cock. She said, "Wait. I'm sick. That corn oil made me really sick." I replied, "I'll wait a minute," and stood up. She looked so incredible, with her beautiful pink sphincter coated with oil. Looking closer, I could see the hair around her anus also coated with droplets of oil. I couldn't wait much more than a couple of minutes, so I said, "I'm going ahead now," and gently began to probe her anus with my distended cock. I always started slowly, because I didn't want to hurt her (she would make me stop!), and I pushed in just a little bit and withdrew. I repeated that a half-dozen or so times, with the corn oil slicking my cock and oozing out of her butthole.

Each time I went a bit further in, until the head of my cock was all the way in. All this time, Annis was moaning quietly and grunting each time I thrust. I can't tell you how fantastic everything looked with my penis a couple of inches into her butthole. Her pussy was still spread wide apart, and her butthole was expanded to about an inch across, with her buttcheeks just touching my crotch hair.

Gradually, I thrust deeper and deeper, spreading her cheeks with my hands until I was all the way in. She was lying half-way off the bed on her stomach, with my cock all the way in, her anus spread wide, me riding her buttcheeks, both of us grunting and moaning. I kept thrusting, pushing in and pulling almost all the way out. I came inside her rectum and pushed in as deeply as I could, spreading her buttcheeks apart as far as possible with my hands before I withdrew. Annis literally RAN to the toilet, and started gagging. She sat down and expelled the corn oil, the cum and the air I had put up inside her. "That made me sick!" She said. I replied, "Well, we won't use the corn oil again, if it made you sick." "You're right about that," she said. I was afraid she meant the end of buttfucking her, but I was wrong. She just didn't like the corn oil. After that, we bought Vaseline and used it instead.

That was really the end for this particular day, but I got a surprise a little later on that both shocked and pleased me.

Annis had talked quite a bit about her Mom giving her enemas during our mutual sex talk. She didn't like the way her Mom gave them to her at all, and left me with the impression that the enemas themselves were the problem. I asked for details, and she said, "I remember Mom filling the bag and putting soap in it, and then I remember her sitting me on the toilet, and putting the tube in me, and making me hold the tube in while she held the bag up. She always held the bag 'way over my head and made the water flow in really fast. I always begged her to stop. I remember crying, and begging her to stop, crying, 'It hurts! It hurts!' She never stopped, just said I had to take enough to 'do the job,' and made me take it." "When did she stop giving them to you?" I asked. Annis replied, "I think the last one she gave me was when I was about twelve." "What do you remember?" I asked. She said, "I remember sitting on the toilet, not quite crying, but almost, saying really loud, 'this hurts.'"

You can guess that I never expected her to WANT an enema after experiences like that, but one afternoon (it was a Friday, and we were about to go out), she met me at my door, and looked at me with an embarrassed grin, and whispered in my ear, "I guess it's time for Old Geflushinus." I actually had no idea what she meant, so I asked her: "What do you mean??" At this, she got really pink, and said, "I can't go." I still didn't know what she meant (I wasn't dense, I just NEVER expected this conversation to occur), so I asked her again, "What do you mean?"

She was still super embarrassed, but she said, "I want you to help me." I said, "How?" Although by this time I thought I knew, but I still couldn't believe my ears...or my good fortune. So she said (still using euphemisms), "I need you to help me get cleaned out." "OK," I said, "What do you want me to do?" "I need you to give me an enema," she said. Annis was a thin girl, but as I've told you, she had a BEAUTIFUL pussy and backside; whenever she laid on her stomach, with her legs spread, you could see everything...both sets of lips, into her vagina, and her beautiful rosy anus, with the blonde hair ringing it. I had DREAMED of giving her an enema, but I "knew better." She hated them.

But evidently I was preferable to her mother, so she asked me. Her parents were gone for the evening, so we went over to her house. I could tell that, embarrassed and fearful as she was, she really WANTED me to do this to her. Maybe it was that this was the one thing that was the very most private for her, and the most embarrassing, but which also promised a peculiar sort of pain/pleasure (being hosed by her MAN!). Besides, she was really getting into the anal part of our sex experiences now, and I could pretty much do as I pleased with her that way.

"Where's the equipment?" I asked. She went to the closet in the bathroom, and opened the closet door. Inside was a paper bag with an enema bag, hose, clamps and set of tips (vaginal and rectal). I still remember that she was wearing a red plaid skirt and white blouse. She took out the enema bag, and said, "Well, here it is. I guess there's no going back now." I replied,

"No, not now." She said, "What about soap? Mom always used soap."

I said, "What kind??"

"Tide (laundry detergent), I guess." I was relatively sure that Annis had never had a Tide enema. That stuff BURNS! We finally settled on warm tap water, after I told her that the majority of enemas were "just water." Since I had never mentioned my own interest in enemas, I was a bit surprised that she just took my word for it, but we decided on water, so I filled the bag. "Don't put too much in that bag," Annis said.

"I'm going to fill the bag, but you don't have to take all of it if you can't," I replied.

While I filled the bag, Annis got the rest of the stuff ready. She put a towel on her bed, got the Vaseline, and took off her panties (she left her skirt on-- minimum protection in case her parents came home). I had her lie on her back, with her feet at the foot of the bed, her knees on her chest (she was flexible, so this was easy for her), and her pussy and bottom exposed...this was great for me, but I could tell by Annis' expressions and "quivering" that it was embarrassing, and she was afraid. I wasn't. After all, I was the giver, not the recipient. I coated my index finger with Vaseline, got down on my knees at the foot of the bed, and coated her anus. Then I put my finger slowly up into her rectum, probing and feeling. I could feel the shit inside her.

"You're really full, Honey," I said, as I pushed my finger up into her warm, soft rectum. I have large hands, and long fingers, so my finger was going in really deep. I began to push on her belly, pushing the shit down as I pushed up with my hand.

Annis said "Unngh. That doesn't feel good (My finger was about 2" into the mass of shit at this point)." I stopped, pulled my finger out, and went into the bathroom to wipe off. Annis just laid there, with her knees resting on her chest, her blonde bush and pussy lips (soo pink!!) exposed, and her buttocks spread. I could see her anus, slightly "opened" by my finger, glistening with the Vaseline I had used on her. I took the full enema bag, which I had hung up in the bathroom, and brought it into the bedroom. Annis said, "Well, here goes nothing." I thought, "This is incredible. I never would have believed this in a million years." But I didn't share my thoughts with Annis (who knew by this time that I was "getting off" on giving her an enema); it was part of our unspoken "game"...I was TREATING her, like a nurse would. So I said, "I'm going to put the tube in you, and then start the water, Annis."

She replied, "Go ahead. I hope this works." "Oh, it'll work, Annis," I said. So I lubricated the enema tube, and inserted it into Annis' rectum. "That OK?" I said.

"NO, but go ahead," she said. "You hold the nozzle in. Make sure it doesn't come out, or I'll make you take it all." "I'm not taking all that, no matter what you say. I would explode!" She put her hand down between her legs and held the tube in, looking uncomfortable, but obviously anticipating more gentle domination and rectal pleasure. (Another time, however, Annis did "take it all;" more in another story). I unclasped the hose and let the water start to flow in. I told her, "I want to make sure the water is flowing in, Annis."

"Take my word for it!" she said.

"No, I said, I'm going to make sure." So I stuck my free forefinger in her vagina, and massaged back and forth. Did you know that you can FEEL an enema tube inside your woman if you stick your fingers in her vagina? In fact, if you're careful, you can actually feel the water flow into her.

Annis started to moan "Oooh! I'm getting full!!" I stopped the flow for a moment to give her time to relax.

"Massage your tummy," I said. "It'll make the water go in further so it doesn't hurt so much." I reached down and began to massage her belly right at the pubic hair line. I could feel the water gurgling around in her. I waited a minute, and started the flow again.

This time, I let quite a bit flow in, and finally, Annis said (she took about a third of the bag), "That's it! I'm full! Stop! I can't take any more!!" I wasn't experienced enough to use the stock sentence (which I've used so many times since):

"No, Honey, you have to have a good enema. You need to take it all. I'll stop the flow for a minute so you can relax, and then start up again; let's put the tube inside you further, and that'll make it easier to finish." This stock sentence almost always works...especially if you have real rapport with your "receiver." So I clamped the tube off and let her get up. She REALLY shit. It was almost like she exploded. But afterwards, she felt much better (she said). I told her: "Any time you want one of these, let me know." She said, "Yeah, I'll bet you want to help me all you can!"

As a matter of fact, this was just the first of many enema sessions with Annis. I gave her enemas regularly for a long time. I'll tell you about it later.