Written by Christine

My name is Julie and I am a senior in college. I've been writing about my enema experiences with my boyfriend, but the last story told about how my roommate and sorority sister, Traci, showed me how an enema could help a pre-menstrual symptom. It happened so suddenly now that I think about it. We watched each other take an enema, which is really quite an intimate event that most of us don't even like to talk about. So it wasn't until a few days later that we chatted about our experiences, well most of them, anyway.

"Julie, when we were in the bathroom a couple of days ago taking enemas you mentioned that you got enemas from your mom while growing up. I'm just curious. Did you get them often?"

"It's OK, Trace. We've gotten this personal so it really doesn't bother me to talk about it with you," I replied. "I guess at the moment it seems like I had gotten quite a few, but I don't know for sure. My brother got them, too, and for a long time the enema bag's normal place was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. How about you?"

"My twin sister, Anne, and I would get one if we were sick, of course, but most often because my mom just thought it was a nice idea that we got a good regular cleaning out. For a long time Sunday night was enema night. One week I'd get one; the next, it was Anne's turn. I remember mom using a bulb syringe on us at least until the last few years."

"Last few years? You mean she still gives them to you?"

"No, but I did get them from her up until I graduated from high school. That syringe of mine you saw? She bought it for me to take away to college."

"Oh, wow," I exclaimed trying to suppress a giggle. "My mom hasn't given me an enema in years. The last was when I was fourteen and she thought it was important that I know how to give myself one. I was sick at the time, but she sat in the bathroom and coached me. For years before that, she'd prepare it, call me to the bathroom and would have me lie over her lap."

"Sounds familiar. I think most moms learn that technique somewhere. Let me guess, I bet your mom always used Ivory soap in the enemas, too," said Traci, laughing, "Tell me I'm right."

"You're right," I said also breaking out into a laugh, "But I suspect that you, like me, always had to take the whole enema that she prepared. What was even worse was that my mom would take out the nozzle and pinch the cheeks of my bum together for what seemed forever. It wasn't until I'd get awful cramps in my stomach that she would she let me sit on the toilet"

"No. we'd be allowed to sit immediately on the toilet, but were told to hold it as long as we could," responded Traci, "However, I remember once expelling the water right away and nothing else came out so she had to give me another one. That wasn't so nice."

"That'll convince you to hold it," I said laughing, "Although I always really hated the idea of getting one. They're so humiliating having someone see your bum and then to sit there and watch you expel, too."

"Worst part for my sister and me was that my mom heard that you should take a plain water rinse enema after a soapy one because the soap might irritate our insides. So in recent years I've gotten to enjoy two of them each time. That's why I like the baking soda: it's only a ‘one bagger' if I can call it that," Traci giggled at her last comment.

"I've never talked to anyone about this before. Have you?" I asked.

"Just to my sister, Ann. She's away at college, too. And, yes, mom bought her a syringe although I get the idea she hasn't used it. Ann didn't just dislike having to get an enema, she downright hated it and would fuss something awful. The last few years at home, she was more mature about it, but she even told me how she loathes them."

"My younger brother really disliked them, too, but being a guy, I'm not surprised. I don't think I could talk to him about this at all. I wonder if you had a brother instead of a sister whether your mom would have bought him a syringe? For some reason I don't think so."

"Julie, how are you feeling today?"

"Pretty good. My period came last night and it's running a little heavy right now, but OK. Why?

"Well mine hasn't come yet, but with all this talk of enemas, I am getting a bit wet. I was just thinking, I haven't gone since the other morning and. . ."

"Sure," I smiled, "It might be fun to take enemas together," I replied as I stood up and unzipped my jeans. In only a few minutes I had taken off my jeans and blouse, put on my robe and stepped out of my panties. Traci had done the same and we were like two giddy little kids as we took our syringes out of the bottom drawers of our dressers and headed into the bathrooom.

"Some Ivory soap would give us a real good cleaning out. Besides I think I want to make a bigger one than I normally take," said Traci. "I have a bar of Ivory somewhere. Want to see if we can each do two quarts?"

"You mean a whole bag? I've never done two quarts. Have you?" I asked. "It sounds like it's an awful lot to hold. But OK."

"No, but there's a first time for everything."

"I guess," I said remembering the enemas that Brian and I have been giving one another. I knew I couldn't tell Traci about that just as Brian couldn't tell his jock friends that his girlfriend was giving him enemas.

We assembled our enema bags and used a plastic bowl to dissolve some of the Ivory soap in the warm water. First we filled Traci's bag, let a little of the solution flow through the hose to get the air out and hung it from the towel rack. Then I held my bag as Traci filled it to the very top. I'd never seen any enema bag bulge to the extent that these were right now.

"I'm getting wetter just looking at these things," said Traci.

"I know. I am too. But we really can't both take them at the exact same time unless one of us is really good at retaining the enema while the other expels. Why don't I go first and then once I'm ready to expel, you can start to take yours."

"But I don't want to take it lying on the floor. Can't we lie on our beds? It'll be a lot more comfortable. Besides there's a coat hook near each bed we can hang the bags from."

I didn't even have to answer because I took an armful of towels to the bedroom and tossed some on Traci's bed and the rest on mine. As I did, Traci carefully removed the two bulging enema bags from the towel rack and placed them on their respective hooks near each bed.

Traci then handed me the tube of KY, I put some on my finger and lifted one foot up onto a chair in a position very much like I'd use when inserting a tampon except this time I was putting lube up my bum. As I went to lie down on the bed in the familiar left side position with knees drawn up, I noticed Traci putting the lube up her bum. I inserted my own nozzle and opened the clamp just a couple of notches so I wouldn't cramp up. The enema started its slow flow. So slow, in fact, that I couldn't even sense that it was flowing at all for the first few minutes. Clearly, this was starting out as one of the most comfortable enemas I've ever had.

"Don't forget, you can't start yours until I'm ready to expel mine," I said.

"I won't. I just thought I'd insert the nozzle and enjoy the feeling," said Traci as she laid down on her back and drew her legs up. "Mmmm. Oh, but that feels soooo good," she purred as she inserted it up her lubed bottom. Moments later she was rubbing her clit. It was exciting for me just watching her and I started to do the same, but the flowing warm water plus the feel of the nozzle up my bum got me soexcited that I could feel an orgasm rushing on. It was wonderful, but I could see that Traci was enjoying watching me, having her own nozzle inserted, and rubbing her clit, too. I guessed that she was nearly ready to cum.

It took some time for me to take the whole two quarts, but finally I saw that the bag was empty so I shut the clamp and tried to hold the enema for about five minutes. It certainly wasn't any more than that when I finally took out the nozzle, made a mad dash to the bathroom, and began to expel. Immediately a lot came out, but I didn't think it felt like the whole thing yet. So I sat there a few minutes and soon more was expelled. This happened two more times before I was sure I was finished.

I was no sooner done when Traci called to me from the bedroom. "I hope you're finished because I have to get rid of this right now." I got off the toilet as she dashed in, sat down and let go with a torrent of enema and all it was cleaning out of her.

Once she finished, she got up and took tampon and proceeded to unwrap it. "Well, well, well. Look what finally arrived," she said as she put her one leg up on the toilet, spread her lips and inserted it. "But I've got to admit for just getting my period, I feel really good right now. How about you, Julie?"

"I'm exhausted. I could use a nap," I said flopping down on my bed. "This was great but it sure takes a lot out of you."