One of the members asked if I would share about giving my H.S. girlfriend enemas and how I got her to agree…
Back when I was in High School, my first girlfriend and I progressed from kissing, to caressing, to heavy petting and finally to sex. We were desperately afraid of her getting pregnant (since I later had kids, the fear was warranted), and we discussed how to enjoy each other without vaginal penetration. She told me that she had read the Marquis DeSade (at the time still banned in the US, I think), and he had said he enjoyed anal sex (as a recipient). I don't know, and can't ask (she died) if she felt pleasure there or not, but she was anxious to please, and also wanted to be as close to me as possible. So we agreed to try this. As teenagers will, we figured we would try it, but she was very concerned about lubrication. So I asked if she had anything, and nope. We searched the house, and eventually came up with vegetable oil--specifically corn oil (her house, her parents were away), and the next thing was how to get the oil in her bottom. We came up with a squeeze bottle that had a conical tip. We filled it with the oil (!!!???), and I slipped it into her backside and squeezed. the corn oil entered her much like a Fleet enema would. As for me, by this time (I was 16, I think) I was a full-fledged enema aficionado. I enjoyed them, but always dreamed of giving them to a woman. It was MY FETISH. She really didn't like the corn oil (said it made her nauseated), and that day ended with her on the toilet, no sex. She got better after a day or so, and next opportunity, we discussed (at my insistence), how to get my “turgid member” into her backside with a minimum of pain. we finally came up with Vaseline. Now, in the ‘60’s, teenagers did not go out and buy lubricants. They couldn't buy condoms, either, and both of us were well enough known around the neighborhood to be unable to do anything without being noticed. However, we managed to come up with Vaseline, which served us well. first time was a bit tough, because neither one of us knew how to do this without hurting her, so we just went slow. It probably helped that we were both really horny, and we had played for quite some time before trying this. I was able to slide inside without too much difficulty (hint for those who've never tried anal--lots of lube, go slow, and don't worry. What comes out as feces is usually bigger than what goes in). I knew her anal and rectal areas were very sensitive, and once I got “in” and started moving, she liked it, and I was forever hooked. I had penetrated her vagina, and that was really nice, too, but the anus was a whole other world of pleasure. The girl can squeeze you better and almost pump you empty. Anyway, I didn't last that long and ejaculated inside. Unfortunately, I discovered fecal matter on my penis. I was a bit put off, but the pleasure was enough to keep me coming back. I thought, however, that perhaps she would be open to my favorite pastime--enemas. I actually choked when I said, “Do you know what an enema is?” She shuddered, and said, “Yeah, Mom used to give them to me.” “Oh, what was it like?” “I hated them. They hurt, and I used to sit on the toilet and cry while it went in.” I asked (this was 60+ years ago, so conversations are not completely accurate, I'm sure), would you want to try one from me to get you clean?" That got a resounding NO!!" Well, I was crushed, to say the least, but she wanted nothing to do with another enema. Ever. I gave up the idea, thinking I was pretty lucky to have a girlfriend who would have sex with me, even if my favorite fetish remained unsatisfied.
About a week later, we were scheduled to go on a date, and her Mom & Dad picked us up. She was standing in the doorway in her dress, with no slip on, the sun behind her (see, I remember SOME things), and as I went to meet her, she said to me, “Well, I guess you're going to get your wish.” I had no idea what she meant, so I looked at her quizzically, and she said, “Old Geflushinus,” a name she had made up for the occasion. I still didn't get it, so she said something like, “What you wanted to do. You know. To me." I finally got it. She was badly constipated, and needed help, but did not want to ask her Mom. I said, “OK.” That evening I gave her the first enema I ever gave another person. It wasn't much, because she was afraid of the water, but it got the job done, and after she was “deconstipated,” we had another bout of anal. My two favorite things in one night! I talked her into getting enemas frequently. She came to want them the first day or two of her period (Hot, but not harmful, water), and I talked her into enemas from time to time. I always wished I had discussed her becoming a “giver,” since I knew she would do it if only to "get revenge," but I was too shy (go figure). That's the story. I wish I could say we stayed together, but we did not.