Remember the first enema you ever GAVE another person?

Reading the boards here, there are many topics relating to the first time receiving enemas, but very few about the first one you gave to someone else. The first one I gave was to a girlfriend when I was in my twenties, who was anally erotic. I brought up my interest in them and she admitted that even though she had never had one, she was curious and willing to try one, providing I received one first. That day I bought a new bag and brought it over to her house. I will admit that our technique and the positions used to receive would probably not go down in any medical article about how to do them. Plain water, standing up leaning over the sink. The good news was thaat she enjoyed the experience, and we became quite adept at giving in more traditional positions. She was the main recipiant, and I received only occasionally since these were clearly the roles each of us preferred.

My first time giving was the second time I had a friend over for a massage.

She had been working hard as a personal care attendant while training to be a nurse and I offered to give her a full body massage. We were only friends at the time, so she was reluctant to get naked in front of me, but I got her drunk enough to finally pull her shorts off and spread her ass. I massaged her whole body with warm baby oil. The more I massaged the wetter she got, so she didn't mind at all when I slipped an oily finger up her ass.

I should mention that I was a virgin at the time and this was an experience about which I had heretofore only fantasized. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. The wonderful thing for her was when she turned over and asked me to finger her pussy (after washing my hand of course) and she came over and over. I guess I was a quick learner, though it helped that she was easily multi-orgasmic.

She was eager to make a return visit and I got out my laundry list of fantasies to see how many I could fulfill before my opportunities ran out. (I needn't have hurried, as this relationship lasted over a year.) Later that same day I went down to a local drug store and bought a couple of Fleets, just so I would be ready.

When she came over again a couple of days later, I didn't let her know what I had planned. I just massaged like the last time and then told her to pull her knees up and put her bottom in the air. I rubbed it some more and then pulled out one of the Fleets that I had put under some towels on the floor. I quickly popped the top off and slid it into her ass.

She couldn't figure out what it was, even as I squeezed the bulb and the water started to squirt into her rectum. (It wasn't like she hadn't had enemas before, but it hadn't crossed her mind that such a thing might happen.) I wish I could say that when she realized what was happening she got really hot and excited and begged for more. As it was, she said, "Okay..." I asked if she minded if I gave her another and again she said, "Okay..."

That was all the permission I needed and I took my time as emptied another into her (as much time as you can take with a Fleet). She didn't mind the nozzle sliding in and out as I did it.

While she was on the toilet, she told me that while she didn't really mind it, enemas were not the way to turn her on. Since it was only fair that she had done something that really turned me on, I reciprocated with more massaging and some fingering to give her more of those orgasms of which she was obviously so fond.

The most valuable thing I learned from that was that she was naturally submissive and would do just about anything else that I wanted to do. While I only gave her one more enema (months later and that time with her own enema bag, which she had acquired for medical reasons some time before), the next visit I started spanking her - a feature that would last the duration of what quickly became a relationship.

While I had self-administered many times ... both for recreation and because I needed an enema ... I never gave one to another person until my sister, two years younger than me, complained she was ill one day when we were home alone. I flippantly said "Maybe you need a good enema." Surprisingly she answered, "I think you're right. Would you give me one. I can't do it by myself."

I was caught somewhere between trying to restrain myself and not rushing into the bathroom to prepare one for her, and simply saying "Do you really need it that bad?" hoping she would say yes. She did!

We went to the bathroom together. I told her to get undressed, which she did almost without hestitation, while I prepared a soapy solution with some mild soap.

I hung the two-quart bag on the clothes hook on the door, sat down on the chair and told her "You lay across my lap and I'll try to do the best I can to give you a comfortable enema." (I don't think I was too calm and obviously couldn't hide my anxiety for the task at hand).

She laid across my lap, spread her leg, I spread a liberal amount of petroleum jelly in the right spot, including sliding my finger to lube the inside of her cavity ... then inserted about five inches of the eight-inch nozzle mom had used when administering to her. She seemed to enjoy it and I was so hard I almost came in my gym shorts.

It took about five minutes to empty the bag. I told her to try to hold it for a couple minutes. She did, sitting on the chair I had used just moments before. While she held on, I rinsed the bag and filled it with warm clear water.

She didn't even ask me to leave the room while she relieved herself, flushing three times before she said she thought she had gotten rid of it all.

She asked if I should lay across her lap again for the next enema. I said whatever position she wanted. She laid across my lap, accepted the nozzle again, taking the full two quarts without once stopping.

She purged quickly ... then said she'd take the last one standing up because "It feels uncomfortable on your lap." I wondered why?

As she was getting rid of the second cleansing enema, and I was trying to hid my excitement, she wanted to know If I might want an enema too.

I hesitantly (trying to act calm) said "sure, that might be okay." She filled the bag with clear water, told me to get rid of my shorts which exposed what she had felt while laying across my lap.

She suggested a lay across her lap ... which was okay ... my hardness slipped easily between her slightly parted legs, but not near any danger area, and she lubed me and shoved what felt like the full length of the nozzle into me. It was a great feeling getting an enema from my sister ... and it felt just as good when she gave the second and third ones, just like she had received.

when we were all done, still in the buff, she cleaned up the bag, hose and nozzle, put the soap away, then suggested that I should do something about "my problem," as she left the bathroom.

I did and when I put my shorts back on and went into the living room to watch television, she was still nude. I asked if she was feeling better ... she replied she was and asked if I felt better too. I told her, better in a couple ways.

While this was the first enema I had ever administered, it wasn't the last as she "seemed to become ill" almost everytime our parents left home for the evening. Neither of us objected to the routine.

The first time I gave someone else (female) an enema, she was eager to try the experience, but very embarrassed and shy to actually take one. We had a one-quart disposable enema, clear plastic that zip-locked at the top, hose attached, no real nozzle per se. She was a tall, slim girl, so she laid on her left side and covered herself completely with bedclothes, and then pulled them back so that just her pink, naked butt stuck out. I gave her one quart, sliding that hose a good 15 inches past her little dimple of an anus, and she took a second bag after I went and filled it again. I told her she probably should go to the toilet now, and she said, no, she wanted a third bag. So I gave it to her, then I stuck my finger up her butt and accompanied her to the bathroom, took my finger out, and she sat down. The water started shooting out of her butt, with accompanying farting and squelching noises, and she was so embarrassed she hid her face in her hands the whole time it was coming out.

We swapped enemas over the next several months, as well as spankings and a lot of sex. Next time I took her to the toilet after an enema, I made her look me in the face while she expelled. She loved to watch the water come shooting out of me (I sat backward on the toilet to accommodate her), and once, on a camping trip, I turned around to unexpectedly see her squatting on her haunches, no pants on, waiting for the exact right moment, and just as soon as I saw her, she pooped.

We had a lot of fun for several lovely months. She was the kinkiest woman I ever met. This is all true and not exaggerated. It was in the late Eighties, she was a business exec., and we met in a spanking chat room on Compuserve back before the Internet had graphics.

Nice story and good job. It's always nice to introduce more people to enemas. Shame that alot of people don't even know what they are lol.

Great story thanks for sharing it! I had a girlfriend who offered to share enemas with me...She had been in a lsebian relationship previously and had evidently learned to do enemas then. Being a really straight guy I saw enemas as being very kinky at that time in my life and declined her offer.(What a fool I was in soooooo many ways).....Jimbeaux

I had a friend that actually asked me to give her one. She was very shy and it was very cute giving here one. She really needed it too

Do you remember the first enema you ever gave someone and what sticks in your mind. I remember asking her to go to her chest and knees, and how easily the lubed pipe slipped into her anus and the appearance of the white pipe protruding slightly. INot knowing any differently, I use the regular, small enema pipe. She was a slightly overweight, redheaded lady. After opening the clamp, it seems nothing was happening until she complaint of the inevitable discomfort. My hand were shaking almost uncontrollably. The experience was everything I had fantasized about for 30 years. It NEVER gets old!!

The first enema I ever gave was to my boyfriend, now husband as a genuine punishment in college. We were supposed to go out for a fancy dinner at the end of exam week our first semester there. We were both 18 and had known each other since we were about 12 years old. I was dressed and ready to go out, but he never showed up at my dorm suite. He went out with his friends to celebrate, and came to my room later that evening. I told him I wouldn't let him sleep with me that night unless I gave him an enema (my roommate had just gone home). He was surprised and had never had one before, but since he wanted to sleep with me (college boys can be so shallow and needy!!) he complied with my demand. I wanted him hot and excited, not grossed out or in pain, so I gave him only a quart of plain warm water. He took it like a champ and we had an amazing night of wild sex.

My first was with a pro mistress -- odd as that seems. She gave me an enema and then asked if I wanted to give her one! Quite unexpected. She was so beautiful and when climbed up on her massage table and got on all fours, I almost came ... she told me not to take so much time lubing her, then slide the douche nozzle in ... I will never forget the site of that nozzle disappearing into her beautiful rectum ... she made me ask for permission to masturbate, which I did, then she wanted to see me cum as the enema was going in - which i did.

She was in the SF Bay area for years, and I was a regular. It was great.

I remember very well the first enema I gave - I was in my early teens and a neighbor friend told me about receiving enemas and the next thing I was lubing the nozzle and with his instructions gave him one - Started a great new world for me

For me it was I was abound 8 and a buddy who had gotten soapy enemas in the hospital, and was telling me all about them ... one thing led to another and we started giving each other enhemas.. and would see how long we could hold.

The first enema I gave was my ex-boyfriend from high school (we are still ver good friends) his first enema. I lived in an apartment with a small hallway with a closet door and hung the bag there, gave him a one quart plain water enema with the douche nozzle. He didn't enjoy it and we agreed to never do it again. I still cum thinking about it to this day.

The first enema i ever gave was my first wife at the tender age of 23.she really didnt like them but she let me give her enemas on a regular basis...............and from then it was like i was introducing all my female companions to enemas. You just have to know how to get them interested.

The first enema I ever gave was to a patient, and I was still in nursing school. It was a fleet and not a big deal. The woman had a c-section and wanted to get rid of some of the gas pains. I suggested it, the doc approved it and after all was said and done, she was very greatful. I had been in her shoes, not once, but twice and that's what helped me a lot.

The first enema I ever gave in a play setting was to Playdoc. It was my first ever bag enema. I was so nervous and had no idea what I was doing, but he didn't seem to mind and had good results, so I did something right I guess. But, it is something that I will never forget.

Mashie

I have posted this before, but the first enema I gave to someone other than myself was my cousin. We were both unattached at the time and one time we were drinking beer at her place because neither of us had dates that night and she joked that it would be another night she has to take an enema and finger f__k herself. Again. I questioned her about it and it seems we both used enemas for personal satisfaction but neither of us had ever given one to someone else.

Maybe it was just the beer, but next thing I know we are giving each other enemas. I remember shaking so bad I could hardly get the nozzle in her ass. And dropping the bag. Good thing it was a closed top combo bag. She reminded me firmly that whatever we were doing to ourselves and each other, we must not f__k. We did everything but that. Best enema ever.

I have never had the oportunity to give anyone except me an enema.

Bill

Hey Eroticenemas, your post and compliment made me smile this evening. Thank you and a karmic bump for you.

The first time I played with Playdoc I didn't realize the "grandure" with whom I was playing, I was that much of a newbie. He was my very first and is the one who introduced me to med fet. Had I known whom I was playing with, I would have been even more nervous, lol.

Have a great evening and or rest of your day.

Mashie.

She was my first college girlfriend. I was already hooked on enemas and had fantasizes about it for years. She was frequently constipated and i was eager to give her an enema but I first got her to let me insert a couple glycerin suppositories up her. Eventually she agree to an enema. Over the next two years I gave her several hot and soapy enemas and she reciprocated. She hated the soap. Although we always did it to each other for health reasons, I think she liked as much I did. She complained, whimpered, groaned, and whined that it hurt, I think she was turned on by it as much as I was. We used the left side position an occasionally on th back with the legs up.

An enema for either of was always followed by sex.

My frist time was with my wife now of 34yrs .as i have posted befor we both came from enemas used in are familys.but the frist time was just the start to a fun and happy marriage

That was years ago and still is precise in my memory.

Returning from a long flight, my GF (we were living in separate places) complained about somme tummy ache (it happened before), and, as she has agreed on giving me enemas on various occasions for "medical" pretended reasons when I asked, I suggested that she should have one.

As usual, her answer was negative... I was surprised that after a couplke of hours she finally came back to me and asked for it : a small one she said.

I took the bag and filled it full two quarts plus some epsom salt : no worry, you will not have it all, but it keeps the water at the right temp much more easily was my explaination.

She lied on the bed face to the bed and legs hanging to the floor. She really had one of the best looking bottom i ever saw and I was rather excited.

Took the K jelly and gently started massaging the place to go, as well as the soft nose, then gave it the right way.

OK ? "Ok was the answer, but do it slowly, and not too much".

There it goes, and I did it slowly. "Pain ?" "not exactly, she mumured, very strange feeling";

after a while, she told me she felt uncomfortable, so i lowered the bag ald allowed some water to get back reducing her inside pressure. Then I asked : are you OK now, can we go for a little more ? (there still was a good quart to get...); OK was the murmured answer, and it flowed again.

It did get very slowly, and was it almost gone entirely when she said she felt as she would not be able to take more.

I though it would not be a good idea to leave her with a bad memory, and decided to stop. I removed slowly the nose and suggested that she turned on her side so that I could massage her belly in order to allow the water to be bathing the whole colon, she closed her eyes and she was happy with the result, until she sudenly had wide opened eyes and shouted I HAVE TO GO.

When she came back, I asked if she enjoyed it. "i cannot say I enjoyed it, she said, but I enjoy the result : pain is gone" Then she added : "why didn't you tell me before?" i just did not want to answer the question...

It happened again on two other similar occasions, then it stopped. On another trip return I asked if she stopped suffering from tummy aches after flying, and she replied that she now managed to take enemas on her own, "so that she did not need to bother me with that mess" !

Too bad luck !

After a couple of months, she moved out of town for a new job and that was the end of it. I think i had been luckier than many so why should I complain ?

Why did I print Nose instead of nozzle ??? God only nose... 😁

Yes, I remember the first enema I gave to someone else.

I have a cousin nearly the same age that lives in another state so I only got to see her two or three times a year. One time we were at her house and our parents went somewhere that we decided would be boring so we decided to stay home. We were playing around with makeup and stuff in the bathroom. I spotted their open top fountain syringe under the sink and asked if she used it and if it was for douche or enema. She said mostly enemas. I told her I had discovered that enemas and masturbation made a pretty good combination to fight boredom when I was made to stay at home alone for some reason. What about her? She said she also gave herself enemas just because she liked it. She asked if I had ever given anybody an enema. I told her my sister and I had taken turns giving ourselves enemas while the other one watched, but I had never actually given an enema to anyone but myself. She said she had not either, but thought it would be fun. After a minute of silence, she asked if she could give me an enema. I said, OK, if I can give you one too.

Those first enemas were almost clinical as there was little talking and not much touching other than the necessary. Without saying anything I refilled the bag while she was on the toilet, hoping she would give me another, and I was not disappointed. To make a long story short, we both had a really, really good time taking turns at it. And as much fun as it was, sadly it was the only time we had had the opportunity to do that.

I fondly remember when my girl cousin and I had been home and left alone for several hours while our mothers went shopping. We started playing some innocent kissing games when somehow the subject of masterbation entered into the conversation. I admitted to my cousin that I often did it while giving myself an enema. She admitted that she too did the same and before we knew it we were rummaging through the bathroom closet looking for the faultless bag. We saoked a bar of ivory in a plastic bowl and I gave her the first bag, followed by her giving me mine. We both played with each other while the enema was being injected. We both came several times and planned our next adventure into sexual exploration and enema play. Sadly, this event wasn't repeated as I think she had remorse after the event and no amount of coaxing could persuade her to do it again. I still think back to that wonderful afternoon when I want to stroke myself to orgasm, even after 40 years.

I remember it like it happened yesterday, it was to my mother. The day I gave my mother the first enema I ever gave it happened just after I had come home from school, I was a 16 year old sophomore, my mother was 46 years old, and my aunt Kathy was 49. I had arrived home earlier than expected, there was a football game that day and I had decided not to go but my older sister who was still in school did go, another older sister was at work and the oldest one was married and no longer lived at home. When I arrived my mother and aunt were in my parent’s bedroom and my aunt had just finished giving my mother a soapsuds enema for constipation. My mother had problems with her knees and took her enemas in the Simms position because the knee chest was uncomfortable for her, so rather than lying on the bathroom floor the enema was given in the bedroom. My aunt was coming out of the bedroom carrying the empty enema can on her way to the bathroom and my mother was just getting up from the bed wearing only her bra, and was also headed for the bathroom, I could see that her abdomen was somewhat distended and she was holding it with both hands and panting heavily as she scurried to the toilet. When she got there my aunt ask me to go to the kitchen and put on the tea kettle so we could have some hot tea in a little while, than the bathroom door was closed. I did as ask and my aunt joined me a few minutes later. About 20 minutes later my mother joined us wearing her robe and as we sipped our tea and munched on some cookies, my aunt said 'Marlene, some day you will be married and have a family of your own and on occasion they will need to give an enema. Although you have been giving yourself enemas for several years, (Since age 12) you need to know how to give an enema to someone else. You know I just gave your mother a soapy enema and in a little while she will need a rinse, we've talked it over and decided that if it's OK with you it's time for you to learn to give an enema and now is the opportune time to do it.' To say I was surprised and shocked would be an understatement. Me! Give my mother an enema! She gives enemas to me, not the other way around! My mother very perceptively could see by my facial expressions what I must be thinking, and she put her hand on top of mine and said 'It's alright with me Marlene, you need to know how to give an enema correctly and all three of your sisters have learned how by giving them to me or your aunt. Are you willing to learn how now? But if not now you will need to learn to do it later and it will be either to me or your aunt Kathy. 30 minutes later my aunt and mother were with me in the bathroom helping me to prepare 4-quarts of saline enema for her. I won't go into all the details now but suffice it to say 25-minutes later I had put all but 120-ml (4-ounces) of the 4-quart saline enema into my mother. I was shocked, till then I didn't know that any one could take that much, it was a struggle for me to take 2-quarts and my mother was a smaller woman than I was. The stopping point of her enema was reached when my mothers breath had only become short rapid panting, long, deep breaths were out of the question, her legs were shaking and she had curled up her toes. When that happened my aunt told me that those were the signs she had taken as much enema as she could. (Those are the same signs I have when I'm on the verge of 'bubbling over' during an enema.) I closed the clamp and my aunt told me to take my time and slowly pull out the colon tube. (My aunt guided me into getting it all 18-inches into her although it took me much longer then it did for either of them to get it into me) As I extracted it my mother's head came back, she took a long deep shaky breath and then she let it drop to the bed and she came out with a low deep moan and I saw that she was also experiencing the same additional stimulation that I experienced from enemas after reaching puberty. [/color][/b]

[color=#444444]Actually I had noticed that the stimulation began about half way through the first 2-quarts and I felt quite embarrassed feeling that I shouldn't be seeing this happening, I'd first look at my mother and than my aunt then back and forth several times. My aunt, sensing my feelings told me that it was as much of a natural reaction for her as it was for me and that it was OK, but I still felt funny about it. With the tube removed my mother got up and her abdomen was greatly distended, more so then when I saw her holding the soapy enema. (Later I found out that my aunt had only given her 2-quarts because of her constipation.) She was almost doubled over, panting and gasping and holding herself with both hands as she made her way to the bathroom. I was very concerned about her because of the amount of enema I had put into her and wanted to stay with her while she was on the toilet but my aunt told me that she would be OK and that she needed her privacy just as I did after taking an enema so we both returned to the kitchen and made more tea and talked about what I had just done and how well I had given the enema. About a half hour later my mother joined us and told me how well I had done and that she felt so much better.[/color]

Marlene -- that is a very powerful story! The switch of roles between you and your mother must have been beyond intense. I bet your hands were shaking when you had to prepare her and administer it into her.

Yes I remember well!

I had persuaded my gf to take one too clean out b4 anal sex. She took half a bag like a champ but couldn't do more. But after that we were hooked & before long she was taking big long enemas beautifully.

The first enema I ever gave to another person was someone I met in a chat room. We had chatted some then talked a lot on the phone. Finally we decided it was all right to meet.

We were both amazed that we were so comfortable with each other. We enjoyed being naked together. She gave to me first and it was very nice, intimate and comfortable. We did some other playing around too. Everything but intercourse. Then it was time for me to give to her. I put her in a knee chest position so everything was accessible. I used a balloon nozzle and she enjoyed it. She didn't take as much as I would have liked, but it was OK. While she was filling, I kept moving the nozzle in and out and playing with her privates and her dangling titties.

She held it for a while and I helped her to the bathroom. While she sat there I played with her some more. I think she came a couple of times while expelling. Also, while she was expelling, and I was on my knees playing with her, she put the nozzle back into me. I'm not sure how much I took but we refilled the bag more than once, I think it was the most I had ever taken.

Afterwords back in the chat room she told others that the best enema she had ever received was from someone who had never given one before. Her whisper said "by the way, that was you!" It was a day I will long remember.

I'll never forget' it was to my first wife. One morning about 6 months after we got married she said she hadn't had a bowel movement for three days. She said she called her mom and she told her she should go to the store and buy an enema bag. So we went to the store together to purchase one. On the way I asked her when she last had one and she said it was in her early teens, and that she got them quite often when she was growing up. I couldn't wait to get the bag and get home. I prepared the enema while she changed into a cotton nightshirt. I had her get in the knee chest position on the bathroom floor. Then I lifted the shirt to expose her ass. I told her I was going to lube her anus with some vasoline and she said to go slowly. I applied a good amount to the outside and slowly inserted my finger into her rectum. Then I withdrew my finger and inserted the nozzle. Needless to say I was in heaven. She could only take about half of the two quart bag, but I gave her the rest after she expelled. This was the first of many enema moments with her, although she never acquired the sexual aspect of them.

My first was a large volume flush to a lady who had had a baby and could not move her bowels two days later. After that, a lady hospitalized for lower back pain. The opioids stopped her colon in it's tracks and she got a Fleets every night till they took her to surgery. I never saw her after her surgery.