Neighborly Enema Help

Has anyone ever successfully gotten help with an enema from a neighbor? Several years ago I had a fantasy of the next door lady giving me enemas and thought of a way to see if she would take me up on it. I figured if I approached her with something simple, like to ask if she had some Ivory soap or all natural soap and mentioned that I needed it for an enema I could judge by her response if it might go somewhere.

So I got brave and tried it. She knew what an enema was, didn’t have any soap and didn’t offer to help. She did say her mother hung the enema bag in the shower when she got them and suggested I hang the bag from the shower door handle. I thanked her at that point and left.

Interesting - sounds like you did get into some enema conversation since she told you about mother hanging the bag and for you to use the door handle..

I remember writing a story about this a few years ago. The story is true and can be found in the library section. To summarize the story though ... I had a neighbor lady named Sue who was about my mother's age. She and I seemed to hit it off immediately. One day, she invited me over for supper. I came directly from work, cause was running late. Once I got into her apartment, I asked her if I could use her bathroom to wash my hands. She said yes and I went in. Once, I got in there, the first thing I noticed was a green Davol combination syringe hanging on her shower door. The douche nozzle still had Vaseline on in. I quickly did my wash and soon was sitting eating a great meal. After we had finished eating I helped Sue was the dishes and left the room since I had an early day the next day.

A week or so later, I invited Sue for dinner at my apartment. She agreed.

Well, the day came and I cooked a great meal if I say so myself. Sue came over and like I did at her apartment, she asked if she could wash up before sitting down to supper. I, of course, said yes, knowing that I had left my enema bag hanging on the hook I had put up in my bathroom for that purpose.

Sue soon joined me at the table and we had a great time talking about our lives. After we had ended eating, I washed the dishes while Sue went into the tv room to watch some television. When I joined her, she asked me point blank if I took enemas? Couldn't she tell from what I left in the bathroom for that purpose? Anyway, I answered her.... and told her "yes!"

Then, she asked me if I liked them. I, again, answered her "yes!"

I, then, asked her if she took them? She told me "yes" and that "she, too, liked taking them."

Well, one thing led to the other and you can read about it all in the library section...

Yes, in the 9th grade my friend told me to meet him at home after school at 3pm. However he had detention and didn’t get home till 4, his mother entertained me until he got home swearing about his detention.

I had to pee and used the bathroom, I saw a huge enema bag, it must have held 4qts! she gave me an enema from it one day when he wasn’t around causing me a wicked orgasm! She owned me after that!

Yes. Will report on experience later. Fretter

@codger I saw a huge enema bag, it must have held 4qts! she gave me an enema from it one day when he wasen’t around causing me a wicked orgasm! She owned me after that!

How did you manage to have that happen. wow!

@miker Once, I got in there, the first thing I noticed was a green Davol combination syringe hanging on her shower door. The douche nozzle still had Vaseline on in.

Wow! Have to ask - seeing Vaseline on the douche nozzle did you realize that meant it was most likely used for enemas… better yet, if it were me I'd sniffed the nozzle.. I have to read the rest what you wrote in the Library…

I was looking for the story in the library about Sue the neighbor. Did not find it. This has been one of my fantasies, for sure,

I found it by going to the Library and then to Enemas and there I did a search for “Sue” 'and the story came up…

All of my enemas as a young person came from the next door neighbor who was a nurse

Jackacorn ... The story is entitled "My Special Neighbor!"

Just go to Mikers page ---go down to stories and klick on it

Growing up in Brooklyn in 1977 I lived in a two story attached building over a store. We all knew the neighbors and looked after each other. I was 17 at the time and there was an older lady (46). She was very nice, divorced with three children. I always liked her and I think she sensed it. I would do odd jobs around her apartment so I spent a lot of time there.

One day, I was visiting and not really feeling myself. She asked me what was wrong and I just blirted out that I had a stomach ache. (I was really horny but I was not going to admit it). She said that she had a remedy for that and she did it to her children when they did not feel well. I was not expecting her to offer her cure. She said that she would give me a soap suds enema and I would feel better in no time. I got many enemas from my aunt and did enjoy them.

Pam explained to me what an enema was and how she would administer it. I played dumb then I found out later on that she knew that I got and liked enemas. She also saw the expression on my face and I think I turned redder then her open top enema bag. I agreed that I would let her give it to me. She also saw the lump in my pants.

She escorted me into her bedroom and sat down on the bed and had me stand in front of her as she un-did my belt and snap on my pants. She has such a smile on her face. She pulled down my pants and underwear and my stiff manhood popped out. She pulled down my pants all the way down to my sneakers. She then took my manhood in her hand then into her mouth. This was the first blow job I ever got.

Then she said take them off along with your sneakers and lay face down on the bed as I will be right back. I laid down, my head spinning as Pam went into her dresser and took out her enema bag. She put her douche nozzle on the hose in front of me then went into the bathroom.

As I laid there, I heard the faucet open and the water running. In about five minutes she returned with this red open top chubby enema bag in her right hand with the hose coiled and the black douche nozzle. She went and hanged the bag on a nail above the bed. She made it real soapy because I smelled the Ivory soap when she came in. She went to the night stand and took out her glass jar of Vaseline and unscrewed the metal top. She laid the hose and nozzle on my back as she opened the jar. Then I felt her hand on my back as she picked up the nozzle and coated it. After that, she took the remainder of the Vaseline that was in her finger and coated it. Then she parted my buttocks and moved her finger in and out of my hole. I jumped when her cool finger first touched me. She did this for about a minute then pushed it all the way into me deep. I almost came when she did that. She let out a sinister laugh.

She was enjoying this big time. Then she slid the nozzle into me. She moved it in and out a couple of times. Then she sat there looking at the nozzle and hose coming out between my buttocks. You have a nice tight ass Pam said. You are enjoying this I see. Then she admitted that she loved administering enemas and I should come to see her anytime I “did not feel well”. Then she snapped open the metal clamp and at first I felt the coolness of the water in the hose then the warm to very warm soapy water start to fill me. It took about ten minutes to empty the bag.

Pam said that she wanted me to enjoy this experience so she was pinching the hose. Then finally I looked up at the once chubby bag and it was flat and she snapped closed the clamp. She did not remove the nozzle and asked me if I was okay. It really felt good, no cramping and she made me hold the enema for about five or six minutes. Then I could not hold back and came violently on her bed. That's when Pam slid the nozzle out and let me empty myself.

She said come back when you are all finished. I came back after washing up and still hard. This time Pam was sitting on the bed when I went to pick up my clothes. WAIT A MINUTE, You disappointed me by making a mess on my bed. With that, she grabbed my arm and laid me face down over her knee securing my torso for a good spanking position. Ten Pam said with an authoritative voice, You were a bad boy making a mess on my clean bed so now I am going to spank you good.

With that, she raised her heavy arm and brought her open hand down fast and furious. That was one of the hardest spankings I had gotten in my life. She turned my buttocks a bright red in no time. Also as she was spanking me, her body shook and she let out a yell then only after that, did she stop. Tears were rolling down my cheeks when she let me up. I was standing there rubbing my buttocks and hard again.

I never expected this to happen but I was GLAD. This was my first sexual experience I had at that time. Pam then said to me that I should come to see her ANYTIME I did not feel well. This lasted until she remarried and moved away. That was a SAD day indeed. This is a true story.

@stingr That must of been a VERY EXCITING experience. 😜

May have posted this before . Back in 2002 wife was away taking care of sick relative . I was not feeling well at all , have IBS and that can be distressing . Saw next door widow lady out in yard , her 8 kids and our 3 grew up together .

She knew wife was away and could see I didn't feel so grand and asked if there was anything she could do to help , I kinda blurted out “It's nothing a couple enemas wont solve ”. Next thing I knew she went in her house and came back out with a combination set up , come on lets get it done she says .

Well that started a relation ship that endures still , we give each other enemas a couple times a month while I am in town , go away for winters now , returning home next week , she says New bag waiting for my return , now the Kicker I am almost 80 she will be 93 in June , so don't give up . Has been one of the best things that has happened to me .

My understanding wife of 60 years is the Best thing .

Our neighbor had a grand child with spinal bifida and as i was replacing the flush valve on her toilet, she told me she needed 3 hands sometimes.

I volunteered to help and learn and care for him when she couldn't.

The kid was very grateful and wanted to play cards after. We became regular friends and he would ask for me to help and blurted out that, i was really comforting him. I saw her lips quiver and she turned away. She was hurt. While he was emptying out, and asking for another. I looked for her and offered to let her train a bit on me. She was sitting on her couch with her head between her hands. "Now", she asked with an uplifted voice to me, looking curious with her jaw dropping a little. He gets so little entertainment, i suggested he no doubt will have an interest in listening to us practice on one another. I could demonstrate on you, as if for him, but you will be the one learning, without him knowing and that will ready him for you to treat him again, maybe, as we make it a kind of a sport with lots of commentary and discussion.

She cheered up and we entertained him with enema lessons. Following that he told his mother what he was learning. The following month, his mother did not just drop him off and go shopping. She called ahead and asked if she could train on me, complaining that he was always deferring to the way i do it for him. I agreed, but on the condition she let her mother train on her while i coached them both. He quickly left us talking and watched adventures of Sky King on TV. He came back in while his mother was practicing on her mother, techniques she had worked out on me, only minutes earlier. He innocently asked, "Is it good grams?" All she could do is offer a mumble and he quickly asked for one of them to work him next, please. They did not realize the ordeal could be pleasuring. Following month both wanted a time on me and to receive a grade. I asked that they each pay me $10 per test. Quickly the boy's mother came out with $30, complaining i needed to also do her like i had done her mother.

As he held onto his mother, clumsily going out the door he squealed, i feel great, don't you? “You have no idea.” slipped out her lips. As they drove off, my neighbor turned and held out her arms for me to embrace her. She held me and rocked as i rubbed her sweaty back. With an extra high pitched voice, she reported, “My daughter and i are real friends again! You have helped us more than words will say.

I had a next-door neighbor Carol and up until 2 years ago we use to do enemas but she moved

I've never done any neighborhood enemas but it gives me an idea for a story. I think I'll work on that!

Back when I was in my mid-twenties and not married. I moved to a small town and had an apartment that was next door to a lady that was nearly my Mother's age. She kind of looked after me, like a mother would look after her own son.

She knew I had very little cooking skills and she also knew that my evening meal usually consisted of a piece of 9 hour old fried chicken and an equally old potato log. To solve the issue, my neighbor began cooking extra food and offering me my nightly meal. I wasn't dumb and anything beat my cooking and that old chicken and potato log.

One night, I arrived late and went straight to her apartment without first going to my apartment to wash up. So, when I arrived I asked my neighbor if I could use her restroom to wash up. She said yes and pointed her hand towards her bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom, the first thing that caught my eye was a green Davol combination syringe with an enema nozzle attached to the tubing hanging from the shower door. I, also, noticed that the nozzle still had some Vaseline smeared on it. My first reaction was humm… Anyway, I washed up and went back to the dining room where I had an outstanding meal.

Before I knew it, three weeks had passed. It was a weekend and I decided to give myself an enema. For some reason, I had forgottem to lock the front door when I went to my bathroom to prepare my enema. I had just taken my Rexall Victoria Combination syringe out of my bathroom cabinet and turned on the water in my bathtub, when I felt this soft hand on the top of my right shoulder. I about jumped out of my skin.

Here I am standing only in my undies, leaning over the tub with my hand in the water flow waiting for it to warm up. Also, I had the red water bottle in my left hand as well.

When I composed myself, my neighbor spoke saying “Mike, you must like to take enemas as much as I do.

At that point I was red as a beet and all I could do was look down. Meanwhile, I turned off the water and turned and lay the water bottle next to tubing on the sink cabinet.

Then, I turned and faced my neighbor. I attempted to ease pass her so I could enter my bedroom and put on something besides my undershorts. But, again, like before, my neighbor put her hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I turned to face her and with a look that I thought only my Mother had, my neighbor smiled at me. I started to open my mouth, but she beat me to it saying… ”Mike, would you like for your special neighbor to give you that enema that you were fixing to take?"

Man, was I dreaming? I shook my head and swallowed Then, I looked down as she began to speak again…. “Well, do you? Mike, I want you to know that I give a fairly good enema!”

I couldn't believe my ears! How was I to resist. I turned and re-entered my bathroom and took a seat on my toilet. My neighbor followed and picked the red hot water bottle off the cabinet and proceeded to the tub where she leaned over and turned on the hot water. I couldn't help but see her red panties that had appeared when her short dress eased up over her hips. To keep from getting more embarrassed i took my eyes off her and looked down.

A second or two later, my neighbor asked me how much water did I normally take in my enemas. I said “actually, I usually take two bags when I take an enema!”

My neighbor then replied “I will have to see that to believe," as she began to fill the hot water bottle. When it was full, she turned off the water and asked me to hand her the red hose that was on the cabinet next to me. I reached over and picked the tubing up and handed it to her.

She smiled at me and took it from me and screwed the black adapter cap into the neck of the hot water bottle. She, then, proceeded to hang the full bottle from a hook that I had placed on the wall next to the tub. Immediately, water began to enter the tubing and a clear bloop, bloop, bloop sound resounded throughout the bathroom.

My neighbor, then, inquired as to whether I had any Vaseline and I reached into the cabinet, grabbed the item and handed it to her. She opened the cap, obtained a glob on her right index finger and proceeded to smear the lubricant onto the black douche nozzle, that I had attached to the end of the red tubing.

My neighbor commented that I should be using the smaller enema nozzle for my enemas.

I smiled and replied to her, “Ma'am, the douche nozzle stays in better.” I didn't realize it, but I was still sitting on the toilet, still in my undies, when she spoke again … “Mike, well, your enema is ready! Now, get out of those undies and get down in front of me in a knee chest position so I can give you this special enema!”

I followed her instructions and was soon naked and in the knee chest position that she requested in front of her. She, then, took a seat on the toilet as I snuggled on the floor rug under me.

Soon, I felt her pulling on my right bootie cheek! Then, I felt her smearing some Vaseline on my anal opening, which was followed by her inserting one greased finger through the opening. The finger was soon replaced by the black douche nozzle. She twisted it several times and, then, asked if I was ready? I replied that I was and she opened the tube's shut-off and my enema began. Soon that bag was hanging empty.

My neighbor, then, asked me if I wanted her to refill it. I replied “please!” And, as a result, she proceeded to do just that. Within a minute or I was taking my second bag. My neighbor leaned over and began to message my stomach area. I thanked her. In fact, her message actually helped me take the rest of my water. When that second bag was empty, my neighbor closed the tube's shutoff and pulled the nozzle from my rectum.

She, then, got up off of the toilet seat and patted my back as she exited the room. I proceeded to expel my special enema. After I had wiped myself, I left the bathroom and went into my bedroom to get dressed.

When I opened the door, I saw my neighbor lying on my bed, butt naked. Her legs were spread open and her arms were inviting me to join her.

I did and the next few minutes were as good or better than the enema that she had just given me. Needless to say, my neighbor and I became rather close and as a result, I got many, many enemas from her over the next two years. She was one special lady!