Iris1858 : With the gorgeous and talented Barbara, with whom we together had become very hot lovers, the miracle occurred over lunch. We were at a Chinese joint, and, as luck would have it, it was very quiet. She was a surgical nurse, and I'd mentioned (in a total inspiration) my girl cousin ("Cuz") from California, also an RN, who'd told me at the summer lake cabin, with great glee, about Enema Day at Nursing School. She was certain it must be that such an occasion has produced as many enema lovers as it has Lesbian couples or triads. You just can't fool a fooler, and my lady fixed me with a darting look and said, "Did she give you enemas, too?" I laid down my loaded fork, and replied, "Dozens. They don't call you Sherlock for nothing."
At the lake, Cuz couldn't have helped noticing the wetting bulge in my swim shorts during her enemas story. She quietly said, "I love them. How would you like us to give each other the best enemas ever?" I replied, truthfully that it would be pretty easy for any enema to be my best, particularly these days, since I'd been terrified of them ever since my mother had given me a bag enema when I was four. Cuz smiled, laid a palm ever so gently on my bulge, and said, "Looks like you're a big boy now." We drove to town, where she calmly bought two Rexall fountain syringe outfits and a jar of Vaseline.
Owing to the family folk being always indifferent about privacy, our enemas started off in great style as Woodsies. We toted a large antique Thermos picnic cooler with a spout which we'd filled full of quite warm water, out into the deep woods, where we'd cleverly hidden the Rexall cartons, toilet paper and the Vaseline. Lengths of small rope with S hooks served to hang our bags on a friendly tree, on what Cuz said was just the perfect height limb. Cuz was very attentive, pretty much putting her professional self on, in bringing me along with comfort and approval, of course using her preferred douche tips. Believe it or not, I didn't cum, even with the first insertion. I suppose she saw I was still somewhat apprehensive though when I'd groan, I could see how that turned her on. Just as she predicted, my hardon went away within the first quart. Then, when heavy, we'd walk carefully past the poison ivy patches to a small clearing where we'd hang onto saplings with both hands, giggle and expel.
Barb pronounced Cuz' influence to be my great luck, adding, "Just wait til I get you home." I hope some day Barb and Cuz will meet.