Ok- finally got our own place in college. Finally got our own credit card. First online purchase? Big red gallon bag from Klystra, long-ass colon tubes, and a single b*****x nozzle. Shipment came from Hawaii and took forever. We finally got the enema goodies right before school started, leaving us the day before classes began to have an enema free for all. While we were not newbs to such play in any way despite being young, we never had access to anything other than drugstore bags and bulbs. Inflatables, high volume bags, and colon tubes were the stuff of magazines and enema porn, not commonplace for mere mortals. We thought 4 quarts and long tubes would be easy peasy...
First problem was the inflatable was the 750cc single balloon nozzle. It was too big at the time, and might still be too big for our behinds. Back then, we were tight holed and barely out of high school, and 250cc would have been plenty big. I have since graduated to the 500cc double balloon style while my lady is still at the 250cc comfort zone. But back then, we just struggled with the 750. It was so long that it bottomed out going in and hurt. Inflating didn't help. It was just too much empty and a nightmare inflated. That was a lot of money back then for that piece, and even more for broke college kids. It was a real bummer. We moved on to the colon tubes. We had better luck there, but never go any of them all the way in, nor could we take the full 4 quarts despite many attempts. By the third enema, the tubes were getting the water way up there, but it wouldn't all come out, so the next round of enemas gave us full feeling without any volume because there was still so much water up there waiting to make an appearance at the worst possible time. The whole day was a shit show, even more so when things progressed.
Next, we tried the included klystra nozzle set, this was more our style during that era and we had a few decent enemas, but nobody was really getting off because it was one folly after another as we pushed limits when small experimentations would have been more prudent. Finally, we gave up decided to just have vanilla sex, but I wasn't really feeling horny after all that play and no real satisfaction. I was defeated. The compromise was my lady would ride my throbbing cock whilst ass fucking me with the longest of the kylstra nozzles. Anyone that has seen the set in question knows there are various sizes of flared nozzles, and then one long nozzle with a penis head. Similar to the pink and green flexi barium nozzles seen everywhere, but just hard black plastic. We are finally having some good sexy time, and the nurse was working the nozzle (with not hose attached) against my prostate with a bit more gusto than expected. Just as the moment was building to a much needed release, the nurse starts yelling, "you're leaking!".
The enema water stuck way up there from the colon tubes was working it's way down and the impromptu nozzle buggering started getting the bowels moving again, triggering a deluge of muddy water rushing out the nozzle's other end as there was no tube attached. The mess spewing forth had started long before we were aware, and by the time we figured out what had occurred, it was literally a shit show. Instead of that elusive orgasm, we spent the last day of our summer vacation in the local laundromat cleaning our sheets and comforter. We've come a long way since then thanks to learning experiences like that one. Literally, I don't think we ever shit the bed (metaphorically and literally) after that bungle taught us so much.