Waterworks Vol. 5, No. 3

Like most people I grew up in a family that occasionally gave enemas out to cure constipation. Even at the time I never really thought of them, except as something a bit embarrassing.

My first enema as an adult came after a bout of the flu when I was left bloated and constipated.

Going to my doctor, I explained my problem to him and he had his nurse take me into the examining room.

Instead of examining me, she told me to strip, put on a hospital gown and lay down on my tummy on the table.

She left the room while I did this and came back with a bulging enema bag. "You're going to be a good girl about this, aren't you?" She asked in that way nurses have.

"I'll try..."

"I mean you're not going to spill any are you? I could do it with you on your side if that will help..."

I told her it was okay, I'd take it ass up.

Parting my cheeks she lubricated my bottom. She wore a plastic finger glove and did a good job of relaxing me back there.

Then the moment of truth arrived.

She parted my naked bottom cheeks and pushed the nozzle inside. The water rushed in taking my breath away.

In a flash my pussy gushed and I began to pant.

Hoping she didn't see my reactions I concentrated on taking my water.

It kept flowing for an impossibly long time. Then I couldn't take anymore and right after that I started to come.

She patted my left cheek and told me lots of women reacted that way..

* * *

After that experience I managed to get my doctor to prescribe three more enemas for me over the course of a year. The first two were given by the same nurse and each time she became more bold in patting my behind.

But the third enema he game me himself and he made it so clinical and uncomfortable that I never went back.

I had a problem now and no easy way to solve it. I wanted enemas and had no one to give them to me.

* * *

The first thing I did was buy my own equipment. First a small bulb type since I was inexperienced and then a good red rubber two quarter.

Those enemas were fun-in a forbidden "dirty" sort of way-but it wasn't the same as laying on your tummy and having someone give you a good enema.

It was then I realized that I had bi leanings and needed another woman to give me my quarts.

* * *

Susan was my first lesbian lover and she didn't object to giving me an enema that first time I asked her. She just asked me where my bag was, filled it and watered my behind.

But something was still missing because Susan broke up with me shortly after that and I realized that not everybody is into giving enemas to their lovers.

For weeks I was lost until I ran into an old college roommate, Kitty.

Kitty used to really look forward to paddling the rumps of pledges in our sorority so I knew I was half way there with her.

We made a date for drinks at my own house that very night and I resolved to make my move.

* * *

It took me two hours to dig that old paddle out of my closet. I left it on the coffee table and when Kitty came in she couldn't stop playing with it.

Somehow I knew she wanted to smack my ass with it again.

"How come we only got spanked back in college?" I asked her. "Why didn't we have to submit to something... worse?" "Like what?" "Oh, something more forbidden, more humiliating..." "Such as?" Kitty pressed. "Didn't you ever think of anything yourself?" "A few things? But what have got in mind? Come on, tell me!"

"An enema maybe?" "God! I always wanted to!" "Still want to?" I asked her.

"Just take your panties down and you'll find out!"

Kitty took me over her lap and warmed my cheeks with the paddle. Then she sent me running for my enema bag. Taking it out of my hands she filled it and had me lay on my tummy in bed.

The invasion of the hard nozzle in her skilled hands made my whole body shake. I came in seconds and then another orgasm rocked me.

Holding my water, I got my face between her legs and licked her pussy until she came.

***

My next enema from Kitty was even better. She got me up on all fours and made me spread out my ass.

"You've got such a tight end," she said as she screwed her longest finger into my rectum. "I bet you can really hold your water!"

Anxious to please I took a bulging bag of suds and held them for the longest time. Kitty lay back with her legs spread and enjoyed my mouth and tongue on her cunt.

She took forever to come!

All the while I needed to go. The pressure built and built and by the time she made it I nearly exploded. Running to the toilet I exploded just I sat down. As a reward she lovingly wiped me clean.

Eventually Kitty moved to another city and I began my search anew. Many lovers were more than willing to water my behind and some craved the flow of soapy water up their rectums as much as I.

- Waterworks Vol. 5, No. 3 -