My FIRST ENEMA ORGASM-WHY I GET HORNY ABOUT HAVING AN ENEMA
When I was 12 years old and going into puberty, I was constipated and my mother as giving me 1.5 quart soapsuds enema from a hanging bag , the nozzle was an 18-inch long F-36 rectal tube. The bag and tube were mine, all members of the family had their own marked with our initials to avoid a mix-up.
As usual when she gave me an enema, I was in the knee chest position and as she usually did as she kneeled beside me and had put the tube in about 6-inches, the maximum length she ever put it into me, so she had to hold on to it during the entire enema so it wouldn't slip out. With her other hand she operated the hose clamp. As a result of the tube being held, there was a lot of hand movement and I could feel the tube moving where it was going into me which was a very pleasant sensation.
As the enema progressed I began to feel tingling sensations between my legs and groin that I had never experienced before. When they started I was worried about what was going on but as the enema progressed the sensations became stronger and more desirable so I said nothing except for an occasional soft moan and gasping due to the pleasure I was feeling. My mother ask if I was crimping and I said yes and began panting to verify I was so she stopped the enema and left the tube in which also continued the slight hand movements which helped accelerate the tingles. She stopped and resumed the enema several times till the bag emptied but for the first time ever I didn't want it to be over but it was and after she removed the nozzle the sensations faded away. Nothing more than the tingles resulted and I said nothing about what I was experiencing.
A few months later I was constipated again and my Aunt who was an RN was giving me a soap suds enema from a full 2-liter can at my Grandmothers house. Although she knew that my limit was 1.5-quarts, she believed if the can was full it was there if needed. I was also in the knee chest position on the bathroom floor and she was also using one of her own 18-inch F-36 rectal tube, the only difference was that she always put it in all the way. I was startled as she started putting in the tube and the enema flowing the tingles that I had felt during the enema my mother gave me returned and seemed to grow with each push of the tube until it was all the way in and continued to grow stronger as the enema filled me. Since the tube was in all the way she didn't have to hold it in so she sat behind me on the toilet seat to control the flow, with the can on top of the toilet tank. It didn't take long for me to react to what I was feeling and I'd moan and gasp with pleasure and my aunt would ask if I was OK and I'd tell her that I was just cramping and start panting so she'd stop the enema for a while.
As the sensations grew I came to realize that something new, exciting and desirable was happening to me and again I didn’t want the wonderful feelings to stop. So the enema continued with a lot of starting and stopping due to my sensation generated pseudo cramps and actual ones. Suddenly although I wasn’t cramping my aunt stopped the enema and ask me if I could take a little more, at that point I realized that I must have taken my usual 1.5 quarts and not wanting the wonderful experience to stop I told her I thought I could so I heard the clamp open again.
A few minutes later I heard it close again and my aunt told me that I had taken all 2-liters and how proud she was of me to have done it, then as she began to slowly pull out the tube I had my first “big O” from an enema and my I couldn’t help myself as I gasp and moaned louder than ever as my body shook with spasm after spasm until I collapsed onto the floor crying in embarrassment and shame.
As my aunt helped me up onto the toilet, I remained crying as I expelled the largest enema I had ever taken. She held my hands and apologized for not recognizing my symptoms as the enema progressed. When I finished on the toilet she hugged me and explained that what had happened was a normal reaction in a healthy young woman, then went on to explain why it had happened. After showering we joined my grandmother in the kitchen who had heard me going through my orgasm in the bathroom and when she was told what happened she also assured me that it was a normal healthy experience. Later when my mother was told, she also hugged me and assured me that what had happened was normal and nothing to be ashamed of.
As a result of their love and support I have never felt that enjoying the “additional benefits” enemas provide me was wrong and have happily accepted myself as I am, a Klismo.
PS: As time went by and many enemas later for each of us I came to realize that my Grandmother, Mother, Aunt and I are all Klismos who thoroughly enjoy what our enemas do for us.
Yes taking enemas and just the thought of having an enema makes me horny and I always enjoy every aspect of it from nozzle insertion to hearing the Shhuup as the bag or can empties into me, enjoying the physical pleasure they give me and and will even tolerate some light cramping, so if the enema alone doesn’t being me satisfaction, my hand, a vibrator or Marvin’s lips and tongue will.
Marlene