The conversation turned to sex, as it usually does among college classmates. We had been drinking and relaxing at the pool on a warm summer afternoon. Kinky sex and fetishes seemed to be the favored topic on this day, and everyone had some input. There was talk of feet, nipples, piercing, peeing, and spanking. Of course, I brought up erotic enemas. Everyone made disgusted faces, laughed, or uttered ewwww. Almost everyone...

The conversations changed as the day grew longer, and most people started to pack up to leave. In the parking lot, there were just two of us left, me and a woman I'll call Dora. I was about to say goodbye and get in my car when Dora asked me if I had a few minutes. I told her I did, and asked what was on her mind. She asked me if I had any experience with what I had talked about earlier. I had no idea what she was referring to at that point, and asked her what subject she meant. She hesitated, and I could tell she was uncomfortable, so I reassured her that she could ask me anything. Suddenly she blushed and blurted out, enemas.

I asked Dora what she wanted to know, and she had a surprising list; had I ever had one, had I given it to myself or was it given by someone else, had I ever given one, what kind of equipment, what positions, did I use anything besides water. At this point, I was beginning to realize that Dora and I shared a common interest, so I invited her over to my place to talk about it.

When she arrived, I poured us some wine, and told her about my first enema at age 6 or 7, given gently and lovingly over my mom's lap. Dora's first time was at age 11, given by her grandmother, a nurses aide. We talked at length about those memories, and growing to love the feeling of being filled with warm water. As it turned out, neither of us had ever experienced an erotic enema with another person. We had each had lots of solo play, but had never been able to find the right partner to share with.

She leaned over and kissed me passionately on the mouth and told me she had one more question for me. Could we give each other enemas? My ultimate fantasy was about to come true.

We decided that sharing my equipment was not a good idea, so we walked to a nearby drugstore to purchase an enema bag for Dora. On the way to the store, we talked and decided that we would not have intercourse, but mutual masturbation would be OK. We decided on a disposable vinyl enema bag for Dora at the drugstore and walked back to my place.

We decided by a coin toss that Dora would get her enema first. She was intrigued by the idea, so we agreed that she would lay over my lap in the bathroom. I gave her one of my tee shirts to wear, and suggested that she change while I prepare her enema. I was filling the vinyl bag to the top with warm water from the tub faucet when she came in. My tee shirt covered her to the middle of her thighs, and did nothing to conceal her erect nipples.

I hung the bag from the towel rack, and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. I asked Dora if she was nervous. She admitted that she was, but was also very excited. The tee shirt rode up just below her lovely bottom as she bent over my lap. I purged the air from the tube, then lifted the shirt, and touched her exposed anus with the lubricated end of the hose. About four inches slid easily inside her, and I opened the clamp to allow the water to flow. Dora began to moan and sigh, so I slipped my hand between her legs and began to rub her swollen wet clit. She came several times as the bag slowly emptied into her.

After she had emptied, Dora used my combination syringe to give me a warm water enema while I laid on my left side. She stroked me to a terrific orgasm while she filled me.

We had many enjoyable sessions that summer, but she left school during the fall to take care of an ailing parent, and we didn't keep in touch.