A story by Christine

My name is Julie and I'm a college student at a large eastern university where I am in my senior year. Traci, my roommate and sorority sister, and I have been increasingly sharing confidences about our liking of enemas. The one thing I have yet to share with her is that my very serious boyfriend, Brian, and I also have found a liking for them, although for reasons other than hygiene.

It was a Sunday afternoon in early April and I had just gotten back to our room at the sorority house after having spent the weekend with Brian. Since his roommates became athletic officials and had to travel around to other colleges often, we get to enjoy the benefits of their apartment without needing to be extra discreet.

"Hi Traci. How was your weekend?" I asked.

"Really great! How was yours? Oh, don't even bother me with the details, your smile tells me everything. You and Brian are getting to be like a couple of rabbits!" said Traci before answering my question. "Rob came over on Saturday afternoon, we studied for a couple of hours, went to a movie and got something to eat. Your weekends over at Brian's works out pretty good for us, too."

Knowing that she also meant to tell me that he'd spent the night, I teased her, "You and Rob studied for a couple of hours? What'd you study? Anatomy?" I was now laughing because I knew how thoroughly absorbed the two of them were with one another. Traci had been dating Rob for several months and things were really quite serious.

"Well, that too," Traci ssid wearing the broadest of smiles.

I kicked off my shoes and flopped down on the bed. "Tell me all about it. I can't wait. There's gotta be a bunch of gorey details."

"I was here reading comparative literature and he came over because I was having trouble with interpretation. (Note that this college uses four letter course prefixes. Some of the obvious ones are STAT for statistics and PLSC for political science. Unbelievably, the prefix for comparative literature was CLIT.) Well, the passages were pretty steamy stuff and before long we were exchanging tender kisses. A few minutes later his hands were inside my sweatshirt and not long after both my sweatshirt and sweatpants were on the floor as was his sweater and jeans."

"Passion! Right here in our own room!" I said with more than a touch of sarcasm.

"Shut up, Julie. I thought you wanted to hear this?"

"I really do. I'm sorry. Go ahead," I said apologetically.

"Well, we were both horizontal and undressed. You know what that leads to. After all you and Brian have been doing it for months from what you've been telling me," said Traci getting back at me.

"You're right, we have. We've also been giving each other oral since the middle of last semester and while when I first heard of it I thought it was gross, but my feelings have changed," I admitted, and then I added but laughing so hard I could barely say it, "I think I want a bronze replica of Brian's tongue."

Traci was laughing hyterically, too, but added, "I know what you mean, I can't get enough of it either."

"Hold on Traci, I've been laughing so hard, I've now gotta pee. I'll be right back," I said and went into the bathroom. As I sat there I noticed that Traci's syringe was hanging in the shower and automatically assumed that she and Rob had had such a good time that she douched after he left, but then I noticed that it had the rectal nozzle attached and not the vaginal one.

I returned to the bedroom. "That's better," I said as I reassumed my place on the bed.

"Julie, I've got a question. It's kinda personal."

"It's OK, you can't say that what we've shared so far, isn't just personal, but quite intimate."

"But you've got to promise not to repeat it to anyone, but especially to Brian. Can you promise that?"

"Sure, but now I'm worried. You OK? You're not pregnant are you?" I asked, clearly worried that my roommate had gotten herself into a real problem.

"No, nothing like that. Besides you know that I started taking the pill at the same time you did a couple of months ago."

"Well, stop with the guessing game, then. What is it?"

"Did you ever do anything that would give Brian an extra firm erection? Like maybe give him some, ah, um, anal stimulation?" she kinda stuttered saying the words.

I now put two and two together. Between what Traci was hinting at and the syringe in the shower I had to conclude that she'd given Rob an enema over the weekend. "So I said, you didn't by any chance give Rob an enema, did you?"

"How'd you know what that does to a guy? Have you and Brian been doing that and not telling me?"

"Yes," Trace, "We discovered it a little while ago. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"After about a half hour of oral, I was so horny that I just laid on the bed and pulled him on top of me. He didn't need any encouragement and thrust his penis deep into my vagina. It felt sooo good, but I wanted even more than he was offering so I inserted my finger up his bum about as far as I could. He seemed to jump in surprise, but then I could feel his penis grow and what seemed like no time at all I could feel him cumming. We've made love lots of times before, but I never remembered him cumming quite so strongly." She explained.

"Oh, Traci, that sounds great. I think I'm getting wet just listening to your story."

"Wait, there's more," she added. "Rob really loved the sensation and told me so. Thinking that anal stimulation could help his performance, I asked him if I could try something else, like an enema, although I wasn't going to quite say that word to him, at least not yet. But his response was that he'd try anything if it made me more satisfied."

"So let me guess. Out came your bag and you fixed him a warm enema to see if it would get him really erect?" I said fondly remembering the effect it consistently had on Brian.

"When he saw what I was planning on doing, Rob then admitted that his mom had given him enemas when he was younger and while he didn't like them then, he'd be willing to try it for my sake."

"Lucky girl you. So what happened?"

"Well, we were both already naked so I hung the bag in the shower, turned on the water and told him I wanted him to shower with me. One thing about Rob, you don't need to invite him twice and soon we were soaping each other's bodies."

"You gave him an enema in our shower? The one that I stand in? Oh, Traci!"

"Now wait a minute. You have to hear this. I had been soaping his back and working my way down to lathering his bum when I dropped the soap. It was intentional, so when Rob bent over to pick it up I quickly inserted the nozzle. When he stood up, he turned to kiss me and that's when I clicked open the hose. I swear, Julie, it didn't take long for him to get erect again even though we'd only just done it about a half hour before. It was really firm and curved slightly upwards in a shape that I found so exciting that I knelt down, took it in both hands and began to suck the tip of it.

"Traci, this is too much," I said knowing that my own personal juices were getting my panties wetter by the minute.

"He started to cum and while I got a pretty good taste of it, remembered that the enema was still flowing into him. I didn't want a mess in our shower so I let go of him and gave him a few seconds to finish cumming before shutting off the shower and stopping the enema. Then I handed him a towel and let go him sit on the toilet to expel the enema.

"So, what'd he think? Was he turned off?"

"Not at all, although I think he was surprisingly spent by that point. My guess is that he'd be willing to do some more experimentation," said Traci. "It's just that now I can't stop thinking of the things we might do."

"Some hot weekend! I don't know about you, but that story has made me awfully wet. That plus all of the man juice that Brian's given me in the past day means that I should probably clean myself up a bit," I said retrieving my syringe from my overnight bag. "Any chance you have a spare packet of douche powder?"

"Yea, I think I do," said Traci handing me one of the familiar yellow packets. "Come to think of it, that's not such a bad idea, I think I'll do the same," she added.

"I need a shower," I said, "So I'll take mine there if you want the toilet."

"Fine with me," replied Traci as she added her packet of douche powder to the syringe of warm water. "Just remember you promised that you wouldn't tell Brian."

"I remember, but don't you go telling Rob what you now about what Brian and I have been doing, either! Deal?"

"Deal," answered Traci as two soft clicks were heard almost simultaneously.

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