I very much enjoy exchanging enemas with experienced ladies but I have had amazing experiences with my enema virgins.
One lady, a co-worker and 40-year friend, asked me if I knew anything about enemas. I openly told her I did and usually took an enema every two weeks because they made me feel good and were relaxing.
Then she said she would like to take one if I would help her.
Knowing she knew nothing about enemas, I took full advantage explaining lubricating her anus and rectum and checking for any blockages to determine the proper nozzle selection, etc.
She listened quietly without any questions. Then I told her that she would receive two full bags of soapy warm water and a third bag of warm water and salt as a rinse. I told her each bag would be given with her in a different position.
The next morning after a cup of coffee, we started. The lubing went well and we talked throughout the process. I can still feel her tight sphincters around my finger.
The first bag she took on her tummy. The second bag she took on her back with her knees on her chest.
The last bag was doggy position. I relubed her before each enema at her request. We probably spent about two hours during the process.
She told me later that morning that she felt so great that I would have to repeat her enema session on every visit.
So far, we have had about a dozen sessions.
I have to tell you that this woman is a very slender redhead with the most red hair I have ever seen. It’s so very thick and each hair is course.
And, dear readers, the carpet matches the drapes. She has a thick and wild bush that sticks out at least two inches from her body.
Watching her walking around her bedroom and bath is amazing. The size of her bush dominates the scene. She also has beautiful red hair all around her anus.
I was thrilled that first time I started lubing her anus, she responded by asking me if that was something that is always done.
I told her that the lubing was necessary to help prepare her for the nozzle insertion as the rectum, unlike the vagina, does not provide any of its own lubricant, it also helps relax the sphincter muscles and my finger can feel if there are any blockages in rectum that could make the nozzle insertion difficult.
Because she was obviously enjoying my finger, I told her I would add a little more Vaseline so I put another glob on my gloved finger and gently returned to her rectum, pushing my finger as deep as possible and rotating my finger right and left.
A moan escaped her lips as I continued twisting and thrusting my finger. I knew she was enjoying it and I told her those pleasant feelings were working to relax her sphincter muscles getting her ready for the nozzle.
I told her those feelings were a normal part of a good, beneficial enema and to just enjoy without any worries. Her pushing against my finger was more pronounced now and I knew the nozzle would give her more pleasure.
I retracted my finger again, peeled off my glove and asked how she was feeling. In a whisper, she said, “Great.”
I smiled to myself and used both thumbs to spread her cheeks and admire her greased anus and the beginnings of wetness leaking from her labia.
I had mixed her Ivory soap water very warm and now it was sufficiently cool to begin her enema.
I asked if she minded spreading her hips for me. Without hesitation, she reached back with her beautifully manicured nails and fully spread herself.
The scene before me was unforgettable. I wanted to plunge my finger back into her tight anus but I advanced the nozzle instead, just touching it to her prepared anus.
I wiggled it against her crinkled skin there and asked if she was ready for the initial penetration. Another breathy yes told me she was getting into her first ever enema and felt only the pleasure associated with anal-rectal attention.
I eased the nozzle in making certain I moved it gently, in a little bit, out a little bit and then back in a little deeper. I also twisted it around as I had done my finger.
Now, I detected her hips moving in response to the pleasure I was giving her. She spoke, “That feels so good. I had no idea I could have such feelings in my bottom.”
“A Properly given, an enema is very enjoyable,” I explained. “Your tummy is already uncomfortable but the process to relieve that discomfort shouldn’t be,” I continued.
Now she was clinching and releasing her grip on her hips as I continued my nozzle fuck of her asshole. I had been at this pleasurable work for several minutes so I relented and seated the nozzle and told her I was going to start the enema.
She let go if her hips and let her arms lie at her sides.
“Are you ready,” I asked as I held the metal clamp in my hand. She said yes and I opened the clamp to the first stop so she only felt a trickle of the warm soapy water.
She said, “Oh, that feels good. How much are you giving me?”
I told her to just relax and enjoy the feelings she was having, to breathe deeply and slowly. As she did, I caressed her hips with my finger tips taking care to bump the end of the nozzle buried deep between her shapely butt mounds.
As the bag reached half empty, she said she was feeling pressure in her stomach. I shut the clamp completely and explained that the pressure was normal but she could roll a little from side to side which would help distribute her enema deeper into her intestines.
She moved a little before saying she was feeling less pressure. I told her we would continue with a little more.
I reset the clamp to its slowest flow and began gently stroking her back and hips as I whispered encouragement telling her how well she was doing and how jealous I was of the pleasure she was having.
Surprisingly, the bag gurgled its emptiness and I praised her telling her she had completely finished her first enema.
She laughed saying everything felt so good that she had relaxed and almost went to sleep.
I laughed as I told her I would leave the nozzle in her bottom as we waited for the enema to do its work.
I continued to lightly massage her back and hips as we waited and talked about everything she was experiencing and her new found pleasures of the old fashioned enema.
The minutes passed quickly before she said she had to go. I agreed that we had waited long enough and I gently removed the nozzle.
I helped her off the bed as she reached for her stomach noticing how full it felt. She waddled to her ensuite and, without shutting the door, sat on the toilet and released a torrent of water and waste.
She called out to me as I sat on her bed listening to her chamber music. “That feels good and I’m not pushing.”
Of course I knew she wasn’t pushing as the weight of the enema water was flooding from her beautiful anal opening.
After a few minutes of silence, she asked me if I thought she was finished.
I told her if not she would only be a short distance from the potty and she could run back for an encore.