This story has an unremarkable beginning. My special interests have been well known to me for forty years. Many of those years I thought I was the "only one" out there who fantasized about medical exams, pregnant women, nursing and especially all aspects related to giving and receiving enemas. How could I possibly discuss these issues with another person male or female? As I grew older I seized every opportunity to research my interest. I checked in libraries, books, magazines, classifieds, Sears Catalogues, you name it. Just seeing a photo of enema or douche equipment made my pulse rise. And then in my early 20s I began to find information on my favorite subject. I found some books in my college library that indicated that enema play was a fetish interest some people had, usually falling under the category of perversion.

As I read more I learned that some speculated that the enema interest stemmed from "abuse of enemas" on children by their mothers. Well that didn't apply to me. I had never received an enema from my mother nor had I received one from a nurse or doctor. Yet, I dreamed about having an experience wherein a pregnant nurse would give me an erotic enema. In that process she would lean over me and offer me her breast too nurse. So I wasn't exactly alone, but I didn't exactly feel part of a community.

Then I discovered a magazine that advertised photos of enema related subjects. After finding one, I searched adult book stores for more enema related material and slowly found that there was an active (although small) community out there. I found some copies of "Water Power" and other enema fetish related magazines. Even more important I learned that there were several publications available addressing the subject. One magazine was published by George Darbon (since deceased, I think) and another by Sherry Taylor of Sherema. I learned about Beth Tylor photos and films and for a time subscribed to their magazine. I ordered some 16mm films before videos were available. Even more important I learned that you could actually meet Sherry at her clinic in LA and experience an erotic enema. Thus on a warm afternoon in 1980 I nervously arrived at the Sherema Clinic to find out what it was all about. It was wonderful. In an hour and one half I learned the power of enhanced sensations when stimulus and experience replaces fantasy and self administration. Self administration was never again as fully satisfying.

The internet added an entirely new dimension. Now I know that there are lots of people with related interests, not always the same but similar. The internet also brings some risks. I have learned of some people who have had bad experiences meeting others through internet arranged sessions. As a result, it has been unusual, in my experience, for women to risk sharing information much less agreeing to meet with an internet male. Chat rooms are rarely that. Often when I log into ChatSpace the Enema Chat room, I find people talking about just about everything except enemas. Most of the dialogue is spent saying "hi" and "good bye". In five or six years I have found very few women willing to "private chat", particularly about their real feelings. Perhaps their previous experiences in chat have been negative, but it is a bit of a surprise to find such reluctance in an enema chat room.

However, over an extended period of time I began to make friends with four women. Mind you, I did not approach the discussions with the singular objective of "having" these women or their having me. It was just enjoyable to candidly discuss our mutual interests and experiences. Not only was it an outlet for frustrations not available in normal business or social meetings, it was a way of learning more about oneself as you learn about others. The women were quite different one from another. I will tell you briefly about each of them as much as they self described or I learned in our chats.

Elena, the youngest, was 34; of mixed race (she thought she had all of black, Asian, Irish and Spanish blood in her family tree). She was single, had one child and was of slight build. Marcie was self described as 54, divorced, well-endowed, quick witted and smart and seemingly willing to try anything. Janette was 47, married, restless, and somewhat shy (a seeming contradiction in an enema chat room). With Janette it seemed that I always had to introduce a subject and then I would find her willing to join in and expand on the subject. But she was afraid to initiate. Finally, there was Susie, who wouldn't state her age. She worked at an oil company, a widow and by far the most "anal" oriented woman I had talked to since I starting chat experiences.

I could go on for hours discussing the differences between these internet friends as well as their similar characteristics. It is sufficient to say that given we had some very different needs and desires, we all in some way or another liked giving and/or receiving enemas as part of our erotic makeup.

I am now 52 and semi-retired having owned and sold several companies over the years and having successfully (for now) invested the proceeds. I might still go back into business, but currently I am at least between projects and have considerable time and more than sufficient funds to do what I want. While I live in Minneapolis, I spend a lot of time at a second home on a small lake an hour and one-half from the city. There I fish, sail, hike, snowmobile and maximize time before the fireplace with books. I have also outfitted a room to the side of the house with a hot tub, tile walls and floors, drop down shower nozzles on flexible hoses, gravity drains and I have two portable exam tables with knee supports and stirrups.

I suppose that once I mentioned my hobby and accommodations to the ladies, that one of them would eventually suggest a visit to my lake home. At that time I was still talking to each alone. But I shared the suggestion with the others and soon the most preposterous suggestion was advanced by Janette, the shy, of all people. "Let's all go there for a weekend!" I knew that would take some doing. We lived all over the country and there were jobs to deal with as well as one husband, etc. But to my surprise they were all excited about the possibility and feeling reasonably safe because of the numbers. Soon we were all going into a private chat room together and working on logistics. The first part was easy. I volunteered to send them all a round trip ticket. After extensive work with my travel agent, we were able to get everyone to the airport by 2:00 p.m. on this past July 22nd. It was decided that everyone would cab to a hotel I chose in Eagan as a meeting place since there was a three hour difference in arrival time. They could eat, meet each other and wait there until the last flight arrived.

At 1: 30 I arrived and by 2:47 we all were in the hotel's coffee shop chatting away as if we were contemplating a visit to a department store. It is so much fun to find out what those who have lived in your visual imagination really look like. I am usually way off. Elana turned out to be the most like I had imagined. She had smooth dark skin, like well tanned with long black hair gathered in the back. She was no more than 5'4" and I guessed about 125lbs, if that. Marci had salt and pepper hair a pleasant somewhat round face. When she smiled, which was frequent, one side of her mouth went up farther than the other. It gave her a "lopsided" look that caught your attention. She seemed to project a message that she was pulling a practical joke of some kind on all of us. Marci, as she had said on-line was a bit overweight probably weighing around 170# which was most notable in the size of her chest.

Janette was a surprise. I thought she would be small, pale and a bit mousy or librarian stereotype looking. She looked 35 with auburn hair, beautiful figure and just a bit of lines around her mouth and eyes to prove her 47 years of smiling. She dressed well in a leather skirt and silk blouse that moved like there was very little worn beneath. When she walked into the room eyes followed, both men and women. Finally Susie arrived, completing our quintet. Susie was stout, of an age hard to guess either side of 50. Her hair was cut short and she wore wire rimmed reading glasses over a stern face. She looked like the person you would not want to meet when filling out government forms, kind of uncompromising. I thought Oh, Oh! Of course, then she smiled, her face lit up and she said, "Oh, joy, a table of perverts".

We gathered up the luggage and piled into my Suburban for the ride out to the lake home. Everyone was in a good mood. The ladies exchanged chit chat and I drove saying very little. I began to realize that I was very much out-numbered, even out of place. Women don't intimidate me, but this was a powerful group of women who seemed to exude confidence, even Janette the shy, appeared to be anything but withdrawn. Traffic was miserable due to an accident on the interstate so we didn't arrive until 5:30. I invited everyone in and showed each her room. I am able to sleep 12 at the house and with six bedrooms everyone had a place of their own.

"Ladies, we have lots of options," I said. You can take a swim in the lake, sun on the dock, have a nap, hot tub, and sauna or just find a chair and relax. I picked up some food at a good deli and tonight we can dine on any number of things, salad, Thai chicken, pasta, poached salmon, and an assortment of fruit. I have set out both red and white wine and the liquor cabinet is over there. I'm not much of a drinker so it is probably deficient, but help yourself."

I changed into swim trunks and went down to the dock. Within five minutes all but Marci had joined me in the sun or under shade umbrellas. While it was late afternoon, it was still over 80 degrees. Janette was first in the water and was soon joined by Elena. Elena took off with the smooth strong stroke of an athlete. Susie and I sat on lounge chairs and sipped soft drinks. "What's next?" I said to Susie. "I haven't had any experience that rivals this gathering, with our without our common interests."

She just smiled and said, "We shall see what evolves. I think the two in the water are interested in your body and I am getting pretty worked up just thinking of the evening's possibilities."

I was beginning to feel like the shy one. My train of thought was interrupted by the arrival of Marci. "I hope you don't mind, but I was doing a little looking around" she said, "I wasn't sure you actually had an exam/enema room, but wow, that is quite a room. Black tiles, white porcelain commode, bidet and hot tub. And Marci, he can rig things up so that you could give a dozen people enemas at the same time. It's like a fantasy room. One whole wall is glass doors looking out through the woods to the lake. You can sit in the hot tub as if you are outside, or close it off in the winter and steam in comfort. Baby I think I am in heaven."

"Well I hope you find something to do in there that is enjoyable. I would hate to think you flew all the way here and found nothing to do" I said. "And equipment," said Marci, "I opened a floor length cabinet and couldn't believe what I saw. It has taken me ten minutes for my pulse to return to normal, if it has at all. You must have six of everything. Everything looks new and is in sealed wrappers. There are molded acrylic nozzles of every shape and size, colon tubes from 28 to 38fr. Some of those tubes must be four feet long. There are single and double inflatable nozzles, barium nozzles, douche nozzles, bulbs and bags and all sorts of enema bags, although the premier seem to be four quart monsters. And then there is a hardware store of fixtures that attach all that gear to the shower head nozzles you see hitched to the ceiling. There are shiny metal things that I'm not sure what they are for, but they are right beside what I think are catheters So I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what they are for. We could be here for a month and not try all of that stuff. What are we waiting for down here at the lake?"

That's when Elena chose to climb up on the dock and remove her bikini top. I swallowed hard and noticed that she caught the attention of the other women. It's not that she was so stunning, although she has a beautiful well conditioned body; it was that she was so relaxed and natural about it. She just took it off and tossed it beside the lounge chair and lay down in the sun. I immediately suspected that she had done this before because there were no detectable tan lines. Her small firm breasts were the same color as her well tanned arms. Then Janette climbed out of the water and seeing Elena reached back and unhooked her top and tossed it aside. The results were quite different. While she was tall and relatively lean, Janette was endowed with full 36-38 D cup breasts with puckered areolas and half inch long pink nipples. Her breasts had acquired a slight droop from what was probably magazine perfect form in their 20s, but she was a knock out. Marci looked over at me but said to Susie, "Look at him. I think he is in love, or at least in lust." Janette grabbed her towel and started to languidly dry the water off her face, shoulders and back. This caused her heavy tits to sway with each motion. We all knew it was intentional. "Let's take our wine back to Ron's special room" suggested Susie. "You all need to see this place." So we did.

Elena and Janette came as they were. Upon entering my special room, Susie took over. "Alright guys" she said, "I think we should have a few rules, very few, but a few. First of all nobody should do anything they don't want to do. Everyone should feel free to ask to do anything they want and feel free to refuse if they don't want. We should never share equipment; there is so much you don't have to share and wait until you see the equipment. Finally we have lots of time, so we don't have to do it all at once, unless of course, you want to." Then she burst out in laughter. "Look at this," she said opening the cupboard door. "Isn't this amazing?" They spent the next five minutes handling tubes and nozzles and all the other equipment. I showed them some clear tape and a marking pen and explained that we could mark equipment with their initials so that we could avoid mixing. Sanitation was a must. I also explained that the temperature was intentionally kept between 75 and 78 degrees to make sure those not wearing clothes were comfortable.

I also explained how some of the systems worked. The room was equipped with super quiet exhaust fans. Lightly scented warm air was constantly circulated to keep the room smelling pleasant, kind of like light gardenias. There are two commodes not enclosed, but behind opaque partitions in the room. The floor was sloped near the exam tables and two of the vinyl covered lounges. While they might not initially consider expelling in public, I was relatively sure someone would try it before the evening was over. The pull down shower heads could wash down the floor in an instant. The cupboard contains a number of large containers of lube. It also has various additives such as peppermint tea concentrate and Dr. Bonner's castile soap, baking soda, salt and finally lots of Gator Aid. It is important that those who participate in enema play keep up their electrolyte balance.

"Who's first?" said Susie. After the briefest pause without a volunteer Susie barged in saying, Janette should be first, she has Ron all hot a bothered with her sexy tits. Let's see what the rest of her looks like." Naturally we all agreed. Again I note that things were not turning out as I had suspected. Janette was the shy one in the chat room, but here she was at the front of the line.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Janette as she removed her bikini bottom. "Honey" said Marci, you could just stand there and the rest of us will get hot." Janette's bottom half was as attractive as her top. "I think you should climb up on the exam table and let us have a look" suggested Marci.

"Don't you think we should all be equal?" said Janette.

"Why not" agreed Elena who proceeded to remove her bottom. Well, it was easy for me; I just stepped out of my trunks.

"Oh boy, I knew it" said Marci. "Look at him. A little T&A and he's ready for action."

"I can't help it, leave me alone" I responded. The rest of our cloths came off quickly. You are probably wondering so here is a brief description. Marci looked as you would suspect. She had large drooping breasts with large pink areolas and small nipples. She was a bit overweight, but mostly was what you might call Rubenesque. Susie was stout. Not beautiful, but nice. She had nicely shaped breasts with small nipples. They had given up a bit with gravity and age, but her proportions were even. Her legs were strong and most amazing was the fact that she had a very dark, almost black extensive patch of pubic hair. This was in contrast to Elena who had shaved her pubic hair and was decorated with several Japanese-type geometric tattoos. So now we were all without pretensions. With the exception of Janette who for her age was extraordinarily attractive, we were normal, average, pleasant and usually a bit too saggy, fat, wrinkled, grey or used to grace a calendar or magazine cover. I think it made us all comfortable with each other.

Well, Janette climbed up on the exam table and lay down on her back. "What should I do?" she asked.

"Ladies", I said, "This is your opportunity to explore and experiment. Why don't you all go over to the cupboard and bring back all the things you want to use on Janette. Then we will make some choices."

Susie came back first with a big jar filled with glycerin suppositories. I pulled open the table drawer and opened a box of exam gloves. I handed one to Susie without comment. She put on the glove, pressed down the plunger on the lube bottle and nearly covered her arm with lube. "Wow" she said. "Well this will come handy some time." There were stacks of towels under the table so I handed her one to wipe off. I pulled up the leg supports, preferring them to the stirrups and locked them into position. I then lifted Janette's left leg and Marci lifted the right into the cradles.

"Janette scoot down to the end of the table just like you would if you were about to get an internal exam, which in some respects, you are." Susie, never the shy, pulled up a stool and sat between Janette's legs with her face about 18" from Janette's lovely pussy. She then parted Janette's ass cheeks and pressed the suppository into her anus. Slowly, so as to avoid discomfort, she continued to slide her finger deep into Janette's ass. She then withdrew her finger, selected another suppository and inserted it after the first. Leaving her finger up Janette's ass, she rubbed some of the lube into Janette's labia and across her clit. Both Elena and Marci began to comment on Susie's actions saying things like, "Me next! How long do you think she will take that before she explodes?" And "hurry up because I want to get to the enema part."

Elena moved over to Janette's side, leaned over and took her right nipple into her mouth. "I didn't know you all were bi," I stated.

Susie responded, "I'm not, honey, but it only seems fair to lend a hand." Janette groaned and squirmed on the table. "Those things are beginning to make me feel uneasy," she said.

Marci handed me a single inflatable and commented, "I know what this is, but I have never used one. How about we try it on Janette? "Fine, I will prepare an enema. How about we use some Dr. Bonners and some herb peppermint tea in the water? Let's really clean you out Janette; then we can have some fun with a colon tube."

I selected a clear latex 4 qt. bag and mixed several cap-full of Dr. Bonners and two cups of peppermint tea concentrate, two tsp. of baking soda and a bit of salt. Then I added very warm water into the cold solution. The result was a nice warm mixture for the enema. I hooked the bag to an I.V. stand and rolled it all over to the exam table. The ladies had been working on Janette and she seemed ready to come. Susie moved back from the action position so I could gain access.

"Alright Janette, I'm going to insert this nozzle into your ass and then inflate the nozzle. You will feel the pressure, but not pain. Once it is inflated no water will come out, even if you don't try to hold it in. That's nice, because it will allow you to concentrate on other things." This got a laugh form the others. I put on an exam glove and applied a shot of lube. Then for the first time I experienced the wonderful sensation of sliding my finger up her ass. I moved it in and out, added another squirt of lube and finally (and reluctantly) withdrew my finger.

"Bear down". I said and as she did, I slowly inserted the inflatable balloon. It went in quite easily. I moved it in several inches and then twisted the valve shut and started to pump the bulb. The first two times I squeezed the bulb, she jumped on the table. Then there was no response until she said "Enough". So I started the water flowing.

We all react differently. I was certain that Janette had experienced a inflatable enema before. She didn't look surprised. Her face flushed in the cheeks and a pink glow appeared on her upper chest above the breasts. She closed her eyes and her head moved from side to side. For a moment we were all quiet, just enjoying the sight and sensation of her first experience with us. Marci moved over and patted her forehead as if she were a child. Susie spread a bit of lube on her fingers and parting her pussy started gently rubbing on Janette's clit. I was watching the bag shrink. By now she must have taken two quarts. Then she started moaning from deep in her chest. Her breath came in shorter gasps as if she were practicing for childbirth. If she continued for a while, I thought she would come, but I was wrong, she came then, hard. All of a sudden she lifted her pelvis and contracted as if attached to an active Tens unit over and over again.

"Yess, yesss, yesss", she hissed. The "yeses" changed to "stop, stop, stop". I assumed she meant the flow, so I clicked off the enema solution. "Oh, jeese, I have to go." She said. I unhooked the bag from the IV stand as the ladies helped her off the exam table. We than walked together to the first commode. I told her to sit and then reached down and loosened the valve allowing air to escape from the inflatable balloon. I left her alone.

The others were all reliving the experience and as I soon learned plotting for the next move. We were in agreement that the next general step should be cleansing enemas for all under the assumption that real fun could commence after we were cleaned out. Susie volunteered to be next and hopped up on the table. I took the bag off the I.V. Stand and repeated filling it with solution. This time I attached a green barium enema nozzle to the hose, lubed a finger and slid it up into her ass. The nozzle followed after she was well lubed. Marci parted Susie's lips and started stroking her exposed clit which I swear started to swell as the bag deflated. Susie kept moaning, "Oh honey" over and over. Remembering her comments in the chat room, I started moving the nozzle in and out of her ass. She loved it. I couldn't help but wonder about the orgasm capacity of these ladies. I know that at my age I would have to ration them out. I don't recover at the same rate I did when I was younger.

My musings were interrupted by Susie hissing "faster", "faster". I took that to mean working the nozzle in and out and not the flow of water. But to my surprise she made it to a totally deflated bag. I continued fucking her with the nozzle and watched as her pussy lips opened and swelled. They were secreting fluid sufficiently to dampen her ample salt and pepper bush. Finally she said "OK, let me up." Marci and I helped her walk to the other commode where she commenced to expel. I couldn't believe myself. There were now four naked ladies in the room, two of them expelling enemas. Yet the room seemed fresh and welcoming.

Elena had been occupying herself picking out equipment. Her weapon of choice, to my surprise was a large red douche bulb with shield and a long curved black nozzle. She had mixed a solution of Dr. Bonner's and water in a basin. "I love the feeling of being repeatedly penetrated", she told us, "So if you wouldn't mind, I would love to have my cleansing enema this way." I certainly wasn't going to object, so Marci and I helped her up on the exam table. Rather than on her back, she asked us if we would administer the enema to her while she was on all fours with head down on a pillow. How could I object to that? Marci got a pillow off one of the lounge chairs and Elena opened her legs so that her knees were at the edge of the table. I pulled a tray out from the end of the exam table and put the basin of water on the shelf. What a lovely and interesting sight greeted us. Elena was totally clean shaven. She must have done it last night or this morning. And, she was pierced with a gold ring through each of her labia. I generally prefer women to retain their pubic hair, but this was very sexy. Her labia protruded as if they were already pre swollen and her clit was plainly visible. I gloved up and spread lube liberally on my index finger. She had such a tight, almost solid butt. I couldn't help wonder what she did to keep in such good shape. I also wondered how she was able to shave so well that no hair existed, anywhere on her bottom. Yet, her skin was smooth and unmarked. When I brushed her tightly clenched ass hole, she jumped and let out a moaning sound. We have a live one here!

Slowly I rubbed my finger across her ass opening, each time dipping into the channel a little deeper. Finally I curved my finger and slowly and steadily inserted it up to the end. She thrust back against my hand. I don't have that much experience with different women, but nobody before could clench as firmly as Elena. She had muscles on her muscles.

to be continued ...