Since my pre-teen years, I had always enjoyed enemas and my gf knew this, but for any number of reasons, she never accepted my invitation for an exchange of these pleasures, although we enjoyed each other to the fullest and were not secretive about enjoying these pleasures, whether they were at my residence, at the outdoor theater when we were just out of high school, or out in the lakefront wilderness area I owned and someday hoped to build a cottage.
I never pressured her, continued to enjoy my solo flights, so to speak, until one evening, she came for a visit carrying a bag from a nationally-known pharmacy, gave it to me and said, “I’m ready!”
“Ready for what” I said.
“Just look.”
Inside the bag was a box with a hot water bottle and full set of conventional enema nozzles, while in another box was several enema nozzles of various sizes and shapes. I was shocked.
“Got these in another city,” she said. “The other nozzles are from an adult shop. I was so nervous when I saw these I could hardly get the money out of my wallet to pay for them,” she said, laughing, hoping I would laugh with her, not at her.
“Do you mean to say you want a ...,” I said.
“Yes. Why not. You enjoy them. I just want to see if they are as enjoyable as you said they were. Regardless, I’m willing to give it a try.... right now, before I change my mind and chicken out! I’ve read a lot of stuff on the internet recently about enemas and I just wanted to try, but I didn’t want to go solo ... I wanted to be treated by someone who knows about this.”
I just smiled, gave her a big kiss, and she responded with, “let’s get going because I’m starting to get nervous. How do we do this.”
I explained that a soapy enema is probably the best, but it must be followed by two or three rinse enemas ... did this sound okay?” She nodded, then said, “Well, let’s get undressed and do it. I already sanitized the bag, hose and nozzles at home ... I just didn’t want to wait once I worked up the courage to ask you to do this.”
We did, went naked into the bathroom where I prepared the soapy water in the basin, then filled the hot water bottle, attached the hose and a medium-sized nozzle, not the douche nozzle that came with the bag, Now even I was getting nervous.
When I asked how she wanted to do this, she said she read where laying across someone”s lap was a good way, or laying on the floor with legs drawn up, or butt in the air were good positions. “I don’t care which, let’s just do it.”
I suggest we go into the living room where I could lay the bag across the back of the sofa, she could lay across my lap and be very comfortable, and she would enjoy the event. She agreed and as she laid across my lap, I massaged her legs, into her crotch, fingered her backside and did all sorts of things to help relax her, before I opened the jar of petroleum jelly to lube her anus. When I played with her portal, she gasped a couple times and then stiffed a bit when I slowly inserted my finger into her.
“Is that necessary,” she asked. I said it was because the more lubricant you have, the better it feels. Then I lubed the nozzle, placed it against her anus and slowly pushed it to its destination. She raised up slightly to accept all size inches or so of the nozzle. I opened the clamp and she gasped a bit as the water began to flow into her.
After she had taken about half of the bag, she said she was full. So as not to discourage her or make this unpleasant, I stopped the flow, but left the nozzle in. She said she wanted to go, so I withdrew the nozzle, she got up and went to the bathroom. I followed to add more water to the bag while she expelled.
“How did that feel,” I asked.
“Sorta funny, but sorta good, too.”
“Ready to finish this bag?” She nodded yes as she flushed the toilet and we walked back to the living room where she laid down on the floor, drew her legs up and said, “Okay, let’s try it this way.”
From the look on her face, it was obvious she was starting to enjoy this and I didn’t want to do anything which might discourage her. As she took the water, I massaged her front and she almost came to orgasm, told me to stop for a while, so I stopped the flow, to which she said, “not the water, getting me over-excited. I don’t want to come yet.”
Although I stopped the flow a couple times, she didn’t quit until the bag was empty, dropped her legs with the nozzle still in her, and just let out a sigh of relief, or pleasure, I couldn’t tell which. After laying there for a minute or so, she got up, told me to take out the nozzle, and walked to the bathroom saying, “your turn next?”
I calmly agreed, but inside I was churning with excitement because it was obvious she was enjoying this just as I had hoped she would.
As she completed expelling, or thought she had completed expelling, she asked if I was ready, asked that I kneel on the chair in the bathroom as she hung the bag from the shower curtain rod. She touched every part of my lower body, driving me to ectasy before she began the lubing process which included, of course, burying her find keep into my butt, just as I had done to her. She continued to massage my scrotum as the water flowed, asking me several times if everything was okay. It obviously was.
I asked her if she had enjoyed her first enema and she said it felt better than she had anticipated, but said it was probably the experience of the provider which made it such a pleasure.
I took the whole bag ... held it for a short time, then expelled, as she filled the bag with clear water for her first rinse enema. I think I took five minutes to expell what I had taken.
“I’d like to try this one standing up,” she said, hanging the bag from the curtain rod, bending over and almost touching her toes ... she was a very limber person. I inserted the nozzle and again almost brought her to orgasm, but this time, when I pulled my hand away, she said, “don’t stop” and put her hands over mine and forced my fingers into the slot. She was totally enraptured with the whole procedure.
We exchanged two rinse enemas each, then showered, during which time we each had to expel more water, until we finally ended the event on the sofa for the completion of a totally perfect evening. We were both totally surprised when were got done and noticed that we had been more than three hours since were began pleasuring each other. ... three enemas each, a shower and now this.
She admitted that she had totally enjoyed the experience, once she got over her anxiety about what might happen and relaxed.
That was some 15 years ago, and she and I still enjoy our enema sessions as much as we did that first day when she lost her enema virginity.