Author: CIT146@aol.com

A Story Told by Julie to Christine

My name is Julie and I'm a senior at a large eastern university. My roommate and sorority sister, Traci, and I have had the same serious boyfriends, Brian and Rob, respectively, for over a year. During that time we've introduced enemas into our lovemaking, a fact that Traci and I shared with one another, but eventually disclosed to the guys one weekend when the four of us were given use of Traci's aunt and uncle's shore home. As time progressed, Traci's twin sister, Ann became interested in enemas, and after a little coaching on technique introduced them to her boyfriend, Mark. All of this is to say that the three of us women knew what was happening, even though the guys didn't. We were, however, ready to get a bit more adventuresome.

Brian's folks have a place in Vermont and Traci, Ann and I and our boyfriends had planned to spend four days in mid February skiing and partying there. The ski trip was a week away and Traci and I were busy doing some assignments. She was reading while I was looking something up on the internet.

"Hey, Trace, come here and look at this!" I said calling her over to my computer screen.

"What' d you find now?" she asked.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. You have to see this."

Finally, she came over and saw that I'd found on the internet a supplier of enema paraphenalia. "What else do they have?" she asked.

"What's the biggest we've ever taken? A little less than two quarts?"

"Sure. But then again, remember that's all that our bags hold," she replied.

"Wow! Here's a four quart open top bag. Think it might be fun to take to Vermont with us?" I asked.

"I wonder what the guys would think?"

"Brian would probably take it in stride. He and I have been doing them longer than you and Rob, or Ann and Mark, for that matter."

"I completely forgot about Ann and Mark. They're really newbies at this. She only got him first started just last semester."

"From what Ann's told me, it wasn't difficult for her to introduce him to them and that he's also taken a real liking to doing them with her."

"That's true, but he also knows it's a sure way that he'll be able to get in her pants." I replied with a little giggle.

"Be honest Julie, do you think Brian would have an interest in enemas if it wasn't that you and he could have some great lovemaking every time that bag of yours comes out. I know for a fact that Rob feels that way."

"You're right, Traci. I could sit here and tell you that I like enemas for that nice cleaned out feeling they give me, but I really like them for the way they turn Brian on."

"And turn you on, too. We both know how wet we get when the guys have lubed our bums and filled us with a quart or two of warm, soapy water."

"Traci, I wish you hadn't said it that way because I'm getting wet just thinking about it." I said giggling. "I'm going to order one just for fun. What color do you want? White, black or red?"

"Get red. The ski weekend is close enough to Valentine's Day for it to be appropriate."

A little over a week later, two cars were parked in front of the house in Vermont. Traci, Rob, Brian and I had arrived first and were joined later by Ann and Mark. The house was designed for lots of company, but we'd only be using the three bedrooms on the main floor. We chose not to use the master suite, which Brian's parents had outfitted with every electronic entertainment feature known. But it also meant that the six of us would be sharing the same bathroom, large as it might be, but equipped with double sinks, jacuzzi tub, stall shower, toilet and a bidet.

Just to see who'd notice, while everyone was getting settled, I quietly took the new, huge enema bag and hung it in the shower. My real purpose was to see who'd notice and have the courage to question it. Secretly, I was hoping that at least some of us would even be brave enough to give it a try.

While the guys and Ann were dressed in jeans and sweaters, Traci and I were both in newly bought stretch ski pants, turtlenecks and sweaters. Traci and I were seated in the living room in front of the huge fireplace where Brian and Mark had just finished building a raging fire. Rob had just returned from the kitchen and was passing out beers to everyone when Ann walked into the room carrying the huge enema bag. Knowing how Ann had all her life despised enemas only to recently discover that they might have their pleasurable uses, I was not expecting her to be the dicoverer, let alone come out in front of the guys with it.

"Look what was hanging in the shower," she said holding up the intimidating looking syringe. "What should I do with this?"

We all were initially shocked into silence, but then joined into the chorus of hysterical guffawing.

"You could try using it," suggested Mark, his face almost as red as the bag.

"Use it? I'll use this on you!" replied Ann a bit upset at being the source of our humor. "It's so huge. Who could ever hold that much?" she asked as her second seemingly innocent question of the moment.

"We could have a contest," suggested Rob. "Each couple puts in $50 and whoever can take the most wins."

"Better than that the winning couple also gets to keep the bag." I said, adding, "So long as the other two couples can use it when they want." This brought laughter to everyone.

"OK," said Traci holding up a book of matches. "Let's draw straws to see who goes in what order."

A few minutes later it was decided that the order would be Rob, Ann, Me, Mark, Brian and finally Traci. I was happy that neither Ann or Mark would be going first as this was their first exposure to the coed group. We also decided that guys would give to their girlfriends and vice versa, however, to keep this honest, the others would get to watch, which also meant that we wouldn't get too intimate in the process.

We all went and changed into robes or pajamas. Then the three women took the new bag into the bathroom and prepared a one gallon soapy enema for Rob. With that much liquid, we also decided that the bathroom floor would probably be the safest place, thus we spread several large towels over the cold tiles.

Rob came back to the bathroom just as we were hanging the bulging bag from the towel rack. It had to have weighed nearly ten pounds.

Rob kneeled on the towels and Traci put a liberal amount of KY on her finger. Amid cheering from the rest of us she thrust it up Rob's bum and wiggled it around being sure to cover as much surface as possible and we suspect teasing his prostate as well. Rob had become very erect, as expected, and I'm certain that Traci had to exert some willpower to avoid engaging in her usual playtime. Next came the nozzle and soon the release. The huge enema began to flow and Rob had no trouble with the first two quarts. Then things slowed down. "Take nice deep breaths, Rob," coached Traci, but it didn't do much good so after nearly twenty minutes, Traci removed the nozzle and he was sent off to expel.

The bag was refilled and it then was Ann's turn. Mark, who seemed surprisingly comfortable with the goings on, generously lubed her bum, inserted the nozzle and got her going. In the few short months since Ann had been introduced to the joyous side of enemas, she'd developed a real liking for them with the result that she'd taken almost as much as Rob had. But there comes a point when the flow just slows down and nearly stops, so we decided to let Ann go get rid of hers.

Then, without boring you with the details of lubing bums, inserting nozzles, and tolerating the flows, we each had our turns. Amazingly nobody did much better than three quarts until we were down to the last person, Traci.

Rob lubed her bum and I couldn't help but watch Ann's expression as he did so as I knew she was fantacizing about that time back in September when Rob, thinking she was Traci, gave her an enema. The warm water began to flow. And then flowed and flowed some more. And I couldn't believe it, my roommate took three and a half quarts. After letting her go expel, we all reconvened in front of the fire in the livingroom, opened another beer and toasted her success.

But if you'll pardon the pun, a huge enema can take a lot out of you. So we all agreed to go take a long nap before dinner. No one had any arguments and soon three couples were in three beds in three separate bedrooms. Now while I can't speak for certain about the others, there's nothing like having mutual enemas to put Brian and me in the mood so there were some other activities we needed to tend to before we got around to taking those naps.

Two hours later, completely refreshed and energized for the rest of the weekend, we again gathered around the fireplace for yet another beer.

"So now what do we do with that huge red bag?" asked Mark, surprising us again with his level of comfort with the subject of enemas.

"Ann must be giving him regular cleanings out," I thought.

"Let's just let it hang in the bathroom as a reminder of our achievement," suggested Ann, also to a bit of our surprise. "I doubt if we'll use it again this trip."

Everyone agreed and we headed to the kitchen to begin our communal effort at making dinner. It had been a fun beginning and perhaps even an icebreaker considering that Ann and Mark had not previously been with the other two couples before.

Those who know me are also aware that I don't travel without my personal folding syringe and this trip was no exception. But apparently I'm not alone, for during the next few days you could observe up to three folding syringes drying in the shower. No one commented, but everyone knew what was happening on those cold Vermont nights.