A Story of Total Trust and Submission:
Donna and I had discussed this for a while, and decided to go for it on the weekend. This endeavor took a lot of preparation and required us both to be absolutely cleaned out. Finally, Friday came and Donna came over in the late afternoon to stay the night. Our plans called for going without dinner, instead of taking several deep enemas at this time. The erotic enema session would happen on Saturday.
That evening we decided on each of us taking three enemas, each in turn, given by the other. Donna gave me my enema first. I was so excited I almost came each time she touched me. I remember all the various positions I took the enemas in, from being on my hands and knees in an effort to take the whole thing, to lying on my back, taking deep breaths while she stroked my throbbing erection with a big smile on her face. I recall her sensuous moans as I encouraged her to take every last drop of her enemas, and teasingly rubbing her already lubricated clitoris. After we each had three deep, penetrating, cleansing enemas we showered together, soaping each other down and rubbing our slippery soap-covered bodies together, all the while exploring with our hands.
After thoroughly drying off we spread a couple of old sheets on the bed, got the olive oil and massaged the oil into each other's bodies. Donna moaned and panted as I spread the olive oil on her back, and on the insides of her thighs. I teased her bushy mound with my oil-soaked fingers every chance I got. That drove her wild. She got back at me when she massaged me by slowly pumping me with her hand to the point just this side of orgasm several times, and I was begging her to make me cum. "Not yet, baby, not yet," she said, with gleaming eyes. She brought me to the brink a few more times, then had me "cool off" for a few moments. Then she pulled me over to her, and I easily entered her.
Slowly thrusting, first almost completely out, then all the way in to the hilt, I struggled to keep from cumming as she crested. Just as Donna shuddered with orgasm a second time I spurted uncontrollably in her body. In each others' arms, we drifted off to sleep. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning feeling Donna's fingers lightly stroking my testicles. In a matter of seconds I was fully awake (and erect). "I can't wait any longer," she whispered. We both knew that it was time. Donna filled the large enema bag with warm water and lubed the nozzle. I was going to get the first of two cleansing enemas. As usual I panted and struggled while taking that first one, although the second enema was easier to take. After I was empty, I gave her two big enemas and gave her time to fully expel them. We were both squeaky clean now, and we proceeded to the next stage. I generously applied olive oil all over her body and massaged it into her skin, listening to her moans of pleasure. After I finished with the oil, Donna's expert hands massaged the olive oil all over my body. It felt exquisite when she lightly rubbed my erect member.
Now it was time to set up for our simultaneous enemas. We had a hospital grade IV stand with double bullhorns and two high quality 3-quart, red enema bags, coupled with 10 feet of amber latex tubing. The double balloon premium grade retention nozzles were our selection for the business end. Then I prepared both bags. Donna was on her back when I inserted the retention nozzle into her, and inflated the balloons that would ensure there was no leakage. Then she inserted the other retention setup into my body and inflated the balloons. I sat up on the bed, and Donna positioned herself facing me, up close, and inserted my erection into her vagina. It slid in very easily, since her labia and my member were both coated with olive oil. Donna placed her legs around my waist, and we were very close.
In that position we held on to each other, with our foreheads touching, and with my erection inside her, and otherwise keeping very still. Then I sent some thoughts over to her: "Donna baby, inject the water in me. I want to feel the flow baby. I want to take it all. Come on baby, let me have all the enema." After a few moments, I felt as though she wanted me start her enema. I felt her heartbeat quicken as I released the clamp. The warm water entered her beautiful body. Then Donna sent me some thoughts, “This feels so good Jules give me more water, baby. I love this!" Donna's breathing was getting heavier and faster, and the feeling of my approaching orgasm was becoming stronger and more intense. A couple of minutes later Donna started to shudder, and moaned aloud as she tightened her grip on me and climaxed. I could not hold back any longer, and I exploded with a soul-penetrating orgasm of an intensity that most people don't even imagine, much less experience. We laid into each other arms, in which we elaborated how beautiful this interlude was. We concurrently had the same feeling, “Why couldn’t we have met years back.” Our lives today would have been much happier. We then left for the bathroom to help one another with the expulsion and to get cleaned up. In the shower we made love again. This was a most beautiful day sharing our special love and interest.