This is a story I wrote about a fantasy I had involving a neighbor when I was in my late teens. The beginning is true about how I became interested in enemas, but then the fantasy starts. Hope you enjoy.

I’d been into enemas for several years as a teenager, but I never received one at home from my mother. My first enema was given to me by a nurse when I was 18. I knew what they were, and was embarrassed as hell at first, but then I started to enjoy the procedure, and became seriously hooked. But after this experience, all my enemas were solo after I worked up the nerve to purchase my own enema syringe. A few times I tactfully tried to bring up to my mother that I was constipated and actually suggested an enema once, but her reaction to it showed she’d never give me one. When I was 18, the first syringe I purchased was an 8 oz blue bulb with a white nozzle. I had thought about buying an enema bag, but I thought the bulb might be easier to use on myself. Well, I was wrong about that. And of course, I didn’t want to give myself enemas; I wanted someone else to give them to me. It was also around this time that I found the “special preference” letters in Penthouse Forum and I realized I wasn’t the only one in the world that enjoyed erotic enemas. I was still living at home after I started college and a plan started to come to mind. A family friend, Mrs. Morrison, who lived a few blocks away, was a former nurse. I don’t think they’d coined the term MILF yet (that would come a couple of decades later), but that’s exactly what she was to me. When I would babysit her kids, I would look through her old RN magazines for the Fleet Enema ads and any articles on enemas. Mrs. Morrison was an attractive 40 something red head that I wished would play nurse for me. Anyway, my parents had to go out of town and left me home alone for several days. I guess they had called Mrs. Morrison to let her know they would be gone as she called me and said to let her know if I needed anything. I noticed that the box the bulb syringe came in did not have any instructions on how to take an enema, so I thought about asking Mrs. Morrison about it, once I worked up the nerve to do it. Finally, the idea clicked. I would call her up asking for help with something at the house and see if she could stop by. Once she was here, I would tell her I wasn’t feeling well (constipated). I was sure she would suggest a laxative, but I had an answer for that. I would tell her that I was afraid of when it would kick in and I didn’t want to be in class if it decided to work. So I thought I’d try an enema, but it didn’t come with any instructions. The plan sounded good, so I decided to give it a try. When I got home from class, I called Mrs. Morrison and as luck would have it, she was at home. I asked her if she could stop by for a minute as I needed help moving something (no pun intended). She said no problem and she’d be right over. I got my enema bulb out and put it in an easy to get to spot, and waited for her. My hands were shaking I was so nervous. I hoped one of her kids didn’t decide that they wanted to come along. A few minutes later, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked through the window and it was only her. She came up to the door and rang the doorbell. As I moved to the door, I took several deep breaths to try and calm down. I opened the door and welcomed her in. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and her long red hair was hanging loose. She came in, asked how I was getting along and what did I need help with. This was the moment; would I chicken out or follow through with it? Suddenly, it was almost like another voice was speaking, my voice, but it was like someone else was saying it. “I’m sorry, but when I asked you over to help me, it is because I am not feeling well and well, this is really embarrassing.” Mrs. Morrison looked at me with her big green eyes and said of course she would help, what was wrong? I guess her nursing/mothering instincts took over as she reached over to feel my forehead. I smiled and said I didn’t have a fever, but I was having trouble going to the bathroom. She gave me a quick smile and asked how long it had been. I told her three days and I was feeling very full. As I expected, she asked if I had any Milk of Magnesia or Ex-Lax in the house. I told her I thought my mother might have some Ex-Lax, but I was afraid to take it as I didn’t want it to kick in while I was in class. Again, she smiled and said, “Good point.” I then decided to go all in and said that I’d heard about enemas and thought I’d try one since they worked pretty fast, but when I bought the rectal syringe, it didn’t come with instructions. She looked a little puzzled, so I got the package and showed it to her. She took the box, looked at it, and then opened it and took the bulb out. She was surprised they sold it without instructions. I told her I wasn’t sure what to use in the bulb, just water? She laughed and said that in cases of constipation, warm soapy water was usually used and then asked if I’d ever had one before. I was less than honest and told her no, but I’d heard about enemas and it seemed like a good way to go. She said it probably would have been easier if I’d picked up a Fleets enema, but I pretended not to know what those were. She said it was a bottle with a nozzle, much like the bulb syringe, but the chemical in it usually caused a bowel movement in 5 to 10 minutes. I said I didn’t see any of those when I bought the syringe. So I said I just need to use a bulb full of soapy water and I’d be good to go? Her response was, “not exactly.” Looking at the box she said it held 8 oz, so for a good two quart enema, I’d need 8 bulbs full. I tried to look surprised and said, “Wow, now I’m really glad I asked as I would have only taken one!” She laughed again and said she was glad to help. She started to move towards the bathroom and told me to follow her. Once in the bathroom, she took a towel from the rack and spread it on the floor, and sat the bulb syringe next to the sink and asked if I had some Vaseline or any other lubricant like KY Jelly. I looked puzzled and asked what she was doing. She said that since she was already here, she was going to give me the enema to make sure I did it correctly. I took a deep breath. Finally, I was about to get the enema I had fantasized about. I told her she didn’t have to do that, but she insisted. I finally agreed, but I told her it had to stay a secret between the two of us as it was a little on the embarrassing side. She said that was probably a good idea. I got a small jar of Vaseline out of the cabinet and handed it to her. She took the bulb syringe out of the box and screwed on the rectal tip. Then she asked what kind of soap I had available. She said Ivory soap was best if I had any. I reached down and took a bar of Ivory out from under the sink. I have often wondered if she was on to me after that because she got a devilish grin on her freckled face for the rest of the procedure. She started running water into the sink and was checking the temperature. She looked over at me and said that I couldn’t take an enema with those on, pointing at my jeans. A nervous laugh came from me as I said, “You’re right,” and headed to my room to get undressed. I removed my jeans and t-shirt and tossed them on my bed. I decided to leave my underwear on for the time being as they were helping to cover my rock hard erection. When I entered the bathroom again, the sink was full of a milky looking solution as she was frothing up the water with the bar of soap in her hands. I also notice she’d found a package to Playtex Living Gloves under the sink and had taken the pink gloves out and put them on the counter, next to the Vaseline. When I walked into the bathroom, she turned to me with that grin on her face and said, “You’re going to have to lose those as well you know!” pointing at my underwear. I’m sure she’d noticed my erection for sure now. I nodded, turned my back to her and slid my underwear down and stepped out of them. I looked back and she was watching me and told me I needed to get down on my hands and knees on the towel on the floor. As I was getting into position, she picked up one of the pink gloves and started to pull it on her right hand. The snap it made sounded like a firecracker going off in the bathroom. I jumped when it snapped. She noticed and said, “Relax, I promise I’m not going to hurt you. It’s been a while since I’ve given an enema, but I assure you, I’m very good at it.” With that, she took the jar of Vaseline and knelt down behind me. “OK, before we start, I need to lubricate your backside so the nozzle doesn’t hurt going in. I want you to fold your arms in front of you on the towel and place your forehead on them.” As I slowly moved into the position she wanted me in, I felt my cheeks spread open. “That’s it, perfect. Now just try to relax.” Yeah, I don’t think I’d be relaxed anytime soon! She opened the Vaseline and dipped her right middle finger into the lube. She then reached up and put a thick coat on the white nozzle of the bulb syringe. Then she reached over with her left hand and pulled my cheeks apart. Suddenly I felt her cold finger touch my special spot and start to massage the lube around. She told me to take a deep breath and when I did, I felt the finger slowly pressing into me. “That’s it, just relax and let me get you all slippery back there.” She moved her finger in and out and twisted it around. I was in heaven and was disappointed when she pulled her finger out and started to get up. She took the rubber glove off and picked up the enema bulb. From my position, I couldn’t see what she was doing, but from the sounds I heard, it was obvious that she was squeezing the bulb and filling it for my first injection. She knelt behind me again and I felt her spreading my cheeks apart again. Then I slowly felt the white nozzle sliding into place. There was so much Vaseline on the nozzle and on me, that there was no resistance at all to the insertion. “Here we go, take another deep breath.” As I did, I felt her squeeze the bulb and I felt the sudden pressure inside me. It felt wonderful! She said, “Good boy…let me get number two ready” as I felt the nozzle being withdrawn. She stood up and refilled the bulb with the milky solution in the sink. Then it was back behind me, spreading my cheeks, sliding in the nozzle, and squeezing the bulb. This happened two more times before I started feeling some cramping. She must have noticed me shifting around and moaning slightly. She reached down and rubbed my lower back and asked if I was OK. “Yes, ma’am” I replied, “Just a stomach cramp.” “I’m not surprised you haven’t had one already. We’re only halfway done and you are new to this. Pant, like a puppy and that will help your intestines relax and let the solution spread inside you.” She continued to rub my lower back and cheeks. I did as she asked and it did help. She waited another minute and asked if I was ready to continue. I nodded and heard the bulb being filled again. The next two bulbs went in pretty easy and I was in heaven having Ms. Morrison showing my backside so much attention. But when she started to squeeze in bulb number seven, I strong cramp hit and I let out a moan and shifted my position. She let me cheeks go with her left hand and suddenly I felt her reach under me and start to massage my stomach. She finished squeezing the rest of the bulb into me and withdrew the syringe. Then she leaned in close to me and whispered, “Deep breaths, relax and let me massage the cramp out.” If she hadn’t noticed my erection yet, she sure as hell felt it now as her hand bumped it several times. Then she really shocked me when she said, “Don’t worry about your erection, that’s perfectly normal for a young man your age and I’ll help you with that when we’re finished.” The cramp passed and she asked if I was ready for my last bulb and I just nodded. She stood up again and refilled the bulb for the last time. “OK, this is the last one. When I pull it out, we’ll start the clock. I want you to try and hold your enema for at least ten minutes.” She got into position, spread my cheeks and as soon as the nozzle was in place, she squeezed the bulb hard. I grunted and moved slightly forward and she reached around my waist and held me still. She pulled the bulb out, set it down, and then slid her right thumb into my backside. “This is an old trick I learned in nursing school. Clamp down on my thumb. It will act as a plug and help you hold your enema.” Then she reached under me again with her left hand and started massaging my stomach again. But with her fingers of her right hand, she started to tickle my balls. I loved the attention she was giving me and was aching to reach over and touch myself. But I was concentrating on holding the soapy solution she’d pumped inside of me. Soon, another cramp hit me and I moaned and shifted my position again. I must have clamped down on her thumb as she said, “That’s it, hold it in…let me help.” The stomach massage was helping, but the soapy solution wanted out….now! I told her I didn’t think I could hold it much longer without having an accident. She said I was doing fine for a first timer and I only had a few more minutes to go. The cramp eased off, but didn’t completely go away. But soon, it was back in full force and I groaned again. “I really need to go, now!!” Ms. Morrison again leaned into my ear and whispered, “If I let you get up and go now, you’ll just have to hold the rinse enema longer. Are you OK with that?” That stunned me, rinse enema….she was going to give me another enema?? But I needed to go, so I nodded and started to get up. She pulled her thumb out and helped me get up. My distended stomach stood out and my erection was pointing at the ceiling. She reached over and tugged it and said, “We’ll take care of that during the rinse too!” and smiled at me. I made it over to the toilet and let loose with a blast of soapy water. As I let it out, Ms. Morrison started to wash up and clean the bulb and rubber glove. She said, “It will probably take at least ten minutes for the enema to work its way out, so I am going to run home and get my enema bag for your rinse. I think it will be easier for you to take your rinse on your bed rather than in here. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I just nodded and let loose with another blast and smiled. Now I’ll be able to do something about this erection when she leaves. Ms. Morrison’s enema was everything I wished for. I couldn’t wait for round 2. To Be Continued….. ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Ms. Morrison ------------------------------------------- The Conclusion...... To say that Ms. Morrison’s bulb enema was a moving experience would be an understatement. I didn’t think it would ever stop coming out. Of course, I’m sure that my jerking off took my mind off some of it, but I was still cramping some when I finally cleaned up and started to leave the bathroom. I was definitely going to need that rinse. Just as I stepped out through the bathroom door, still naked, there was a knock and Ms. Morrison popped her head in the front door and asked, “Is anyone home?” She looked at me standing there naked and smiled, “Feeling better?” I grinned and nodded my head. “Good” she said, “Grab a towel, wrap it around yourself, and come have a seat in the den. I need to rinse the soap out, but I want you to rest a few minutes first.” I took a towel off the rack and followed her into the den. Ms. Morrison took a seat on the couch and put the gym bag she was carrying on the floor. I sat down on the other end of the couch. “So, how did you like your first enema?” she asked. “Was it everything you hoped it would be?” I froze and tried to put on my best puzzled look. “Well,” I stammered, “it certainly solved my constipation problem.” I was looking down at my feet. “Did it now?” she replied. I was busted. She knew I’d been faking it. Oh god, was she going to tell my parents? I think the color must have drained from my face. But when I finally got the courage to look up at her, she certainly didn’t look mad, but had an honest concerned look on her face. “Look kiddo, I wasn’t born yesterday. You gave a good performance up until the point I went to lubricate you and your bowel was empty. If you were really constipated, I would have been able to feel your stool backed up. Why weren’t you just honest with me and asked for an enema? I stammered and stuttered for a bit and finally said I thought that she would have thought there was something wrong with me wanting her to give me an enema. “That wasn’t your first time, was it?” she asked. I shook my head no and told her about the first enema I’d had when I was 15. She laughed and said, that she was well aware of the erotic side of enemas, and while she didn’t care for them herself, she’d always liked giving them to male patients that seemed to enjoy them. She’d tried one on her husband once, but he definitely wasn’t one of those that enjoyed them. “Now we need to get the rest of that soap rinsed out of you.” She held up a gym bag she had brought in and said, “I brought my folding syringe for your rinse. I won’t have to keep squeezing that bulb and we can do it on your bed where it will be easier for you to relax.” She reached in and pulled out a pink folding bag with a large white douche nozzle. “Instead of soapy water, we’ll use a warm saline solution.” She got up and walked into the kitchen to find a salt shaker. Then she came back into the den, walked over to me and reached out her hand to me, “Come on, I think you’re going to really like what I have planned for you” as she smiled at me. I took her hand, stood up, and we walked into my bedroom. She reached down and took the towel I had around my waist and spread it out on my bed. “Lay down on the towel on your left side and I’m going to go mix up your rinse.” I had some pictures hanging next to my bed and she reached over and took one down. “Yes, that nail will do to help hold the bag. It’s just about the right height.” She took her pink bag and the salt shaker and left the room. As I got into position, I could hear the water running in the bathroom next door. As I lay there, I was wondering if this was going to be like my very first enema, or did she have something else in mind. I didn’t have to wait long as she walked into the room carrying the very full bag and her gym bag. She reached over and hung the bag on the nail and placed the large douche nozzle into the opening at the top of the bag. “That will help warm the nozzle for you,” she said. She opened her gym bag as she also placed that behind me and removed some disposable latex gloves and a container of KY Jelly. Then she put the gym bag on the floor. What she did next totally shocked me. She pulled her t-shirt off to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra and exposing the two most beautifully freckled pair of breasts I’d ever seen. Her nipples were sticking out like they could cut glass. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them to the floor. I guess she saw the shocked look on my face and smiled and said, “Well, I’ve gotten to see you naked, I figured I should return the favor.” She then lowered her thong underwear and stepped out of them. She had light red pubic hair, nicely trimmed around that special spot. Ms. Morrison then came over to the bed with me still watching her, and leaned over and kissed my forehead and asked if I was ready for the best enema ever. I just nodded, my lips inches from her breasts. “OK, completely roll over on your left side and pull your knees up.” I did as I was told and she started to put on the latex gloves. Again, they made a loud snap as she got them in place. Then she picked up the tube of KY and put a hefty amount on her right fingers. I felt her lift up my right cheek and she moved her hand to my special spot. I must have jerked when I felt the cool lubricant on my backside as she told me to relax. She spread the KY around my hole, but then started teasing me with her finger. Finally, she told me to push down and I felt one, then two fingers slide inside me. She started to move the fingers in and out, and then would twist them around. When she found my prostate gland and stroked it, I let out a moan. I looked back and she had a devilish grin on her face, “Liked that huh?” I was disappointed when she finally finished lubing me. She pulled her fingers out and reached up for the nozzle. “I put the larger douche nozzle on this instead of the regular enema nozzle like we used last time. From my experience, it is much more stimulating for the patient and stays in place better.” She smeared what was left of the KY on the nozzle, wiped her hand on the towel, and proceeded to lift up my cheek again. I felt the end of the nozzle touch me and she asked me to push down. As I did so, she slowly rotated the nozzle deep inside me. Once it was in place, she immediately reached over and opened the clamp. I felt the warm fullness spreading inside me and I must have let out another moan as she asked if I was OK. I just nodded. Then she started sliding the nozzle in and out of me and telling me I was doing really well taking the enema from her. I was in heaven as she filled me and I realized I had moved my hand over and was stroking myself. I was starting to feel a little full, so I looked over my shoulder to look how much of the bag was left (about half) and Ms. Morrison had her eyes closed and was fingering herself with her free hand. At that moment, she chose to open her eyes and looked right at me. “See, women enjoy doing kinky things to young men.” She stopped moving the nozzle and closed off the clamp. “OK, I want you to take the rest of your enema on your back, roll over please.” I hesitated, but she anticipated this and said, “Come on, promised you I’d take care of that erection for you.” She held the nozzle in place as I slowly rolled over, I kept my knees bent and put my feet down on the bed. Once on my back, she opened the clamp to start my enema again, and again started moving the nozzle in and out. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took her free hand and started to massage my stomach. Once again, I just moaned and she smiled. She was very careful not to touch my erection during the stomach massage, so I reached over to stroke myself, and she slapped my hand away. “Not so fast, we’ll get to that once we get all of the enema inside you.” Soon, I saw the enema bag go limp as the last of the warm saline water drained into me. While I’d felt the urge to go a few times, I didn’t really get any cramps. Ms. Morrison slowly slid the nozzle out and said not to move. She placed the nozzle on some tissues on my night stand and reached down into her gym bag again. She pulled out what I learned to be a small butt plug. She coated it with KY and asked me to pull my knees up to my chest. As I did so, the added pressure on my stomach caused me to moan again. She smiled as she moved the plug into place and slowly pushed it into me. “There, now you won’t have to worry about losing your enema in your bed during what I have planned next.” She removed her latex gloves, dropped them on the floor, and helped lower my legs down onto the bed. My erection looked like a skyscraper sticking up. She reached over and took the base of my cock and started stroking me. Then she leaned over and kissed the top of my cock and lowered her mouth over it. I just closed my eyes and groaned. I don’t think it took more than three or four strokes of her tongue before I was shooting my load into her mouth. She never missed a beat and took every bit of cum I could give her. At that point, I must have looked like I was being electrocuted, jerking on the bed. Finally, my orgasm stopped and she rose up from my cock, licking her lips. She looked at me and smiled and asked, “Was that your first blow job?” I just nodded. “Well, you were an excellent patient for a first timer!” At that point, there was a loud gurgle from my stomach. I have no idea how much time had passed, but those two quarts wanted out….now!! She helped me up from the bed and led me to the bathroom. Walking with a butt plug in place was a new experience for me. She indicated for me to have a seat and she reached in between my legs. “OK, when I tell you, push down and I will pull out the plug……now!” I pushed and felt the plug pull away, followed by a gush of the rinse enema. Ms. Morrison went over to the sink to wash the plug and her hands. Then she walked out to get the enema bag and started to fill it again. I thought she might have another enema in mind, but she quickly poured it out and started to clean the nozzle. As the enema continued to drain out of me, and I enjoyed watching a live naked woman in front of me, she finished cleaning the bag and hung it on the empty towel rack. “There, we’ll let that dry a little while before I put it away. Join me in your room when you are finished.” I had no idea what she planned next, but I couldn’t wait. I felt my cock starting to stir again. I think I waited another 5 minutes before I got up and cleaned myself up. When I went into my bedroom, Ms. Morrison had taken my spot on the towel on the bed. She was slowly rubbing her nipples and fingering herself. She opened her eyes and stopped when she saw me. “Have you ever had the chance to examine a woman up close? I shook my head and told her I was still a virgin….in the technical sense. She laughed and asked me to join her on the bed. As I did so, she said, “Look, I am married and am much older than you. I have no intention of being your Mrs. Robinson! We are not going to have intercourse, do you understand me?” I nodded. “Good, but I do want to make this an educational experience for you, and your first lover. You should know what the female body parts look like, what they feel like, and how to stimulate them.” She reached down and used her hand to open herself up to me. “Do you see this little spot here?” I nodded. “This is the clitoris, or clit. This is where most of a woman’s pleasure comes from. You want to stimulate this spot with your finger, tongue, vibrator, or cock if you want to please your partner. Reach over and see what it feels like.” My hand was shaking as I reached over and touched a woman’s clit for the first time. As I made contact, Ms. Morrison let out a groan. “Yes, slowly stroke it with your finger….faster, faster!!” She then let out a yelp as her body went rigid and her back arched on the bed. I experienced watching a woman have an orgasm for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to do, so I kept stroking her clit as she lowered herself back onto the bed. She reached over and took my hand away and said, “That’s enough…it gets super sensitive after an orgasm. Remember that point,” as she smiled at me. She pulled me down next to her and moved to a position so her breast was right in front of me. “Go ahead, you can kiss them.” I moved my mouth down and gently kissed her nipple, then started to take the whole nipple in my mouth. She pushed my head down onto her breast and I started sucking and licking. Once again, she started moaning, but soon she lifted my head up and said I’d passed the breast stimulation test with flying colors. “OK kiddo, time for your last lesson, the g-spot. You found your enemas and the butt plug stimulating because they stimulated your prostate gland. That’s known as a male g-spot. Women do not have a prostate gland, but they do have a g-spot. It is on the front wall inside a woman. Usually it can be reached with your fingers, with a vibrator, or with your cock if you use the doggie position. Here, reach inside me with her first two fingers, and make a motion like you are fingering me to come towards you, like this.” She held up her hand and showed me the motion she wanted. Then she took my hand and placed it on herself. “Slowly, be gentle.” I couldn’t believe how wet she was down there. My fingers slipped right in. I started to make the motion she mentioned as I reached up. When I felt a small lump on her front wall, she almost screamed….”That’s it….AAHHHHHHH…stroke it!” Once again, she arched her back as she had a g-spot orgasm. I didn’t think it would ever end. That’s when I realized that men were seriously short changed in the orgasm department. Finally, she pulled my hand away and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but she reached over and pulled me next to her, hugging me. Finally, she said, “Wow, you got it first time! You are going to make one young lady a very lucky young lady.” She reached over and kissed me on the lips. “We need to get cleaned up and I need to get home. Remember, your enemas and our education session stays between us, understand?” I nodded. “Good,” she replied, “I don’t want to read about it in Penthouse magazine if you ever want another enema treatment from me!” Oh my goodness, I was thinking, another treatment….she would give me another enema sometime? I was speechless. As she rose from the bed, she kissed me and gave me a wink. “Of course I’d be willing to make another house call if the opportunity presented itself.” -------------------------------------------