I loved douching my first wife and she enjoyed my technique and the obvious pleasure I got from it.
After we divorced and I began dating, I would ask my lady friends about douching and enemas. Many of them would allow me to watch and even administer their douches. If they were reluctant to let me give them enemas, the douching sessions would often morph into plain water enemas using different equipment, of course.
Those were some great years of my life.
In college, I was great friends with a group of girls who would sneak me into their suite of two rooms connected by a double bathroom that had two toilets, two bathtubs and twin sinks.
Naturally, during the 1960s, they all douched after their periods and, probably, after sex.
We played a lot of sexual games such as a variation of spin the bottle where you would remove an article of clothing rather than get a kiss, strip poker and, my favorite, truth or dare. We would all end up naked, have no holds barred group sex before ending up in the bathroom showering as a group.
One night I got the nerve to asking about the several douche bags hanging on the shower rods and was greeted with a group giggle from the girls. One asked if I wanted to see them in action. Of course I said I did.
More giggles. Each girl in turn filled her bag with the warm water and gave herself a douche standing in the tub while I watched the water course out of her pussy, down her legs and into the tub. My dick was hard as steel even though these girls had drained me just before we started the showers.
When I asked if they ever gave themselves enemas, I got more giggles and an group "of course" from them. Being rather blunt in those days, I asked for a demonstration. They said they would give me an enema.
I agreed and the girls retrieved another bag and large nozzle from a linen closet. They filled the bag with warm water from the shower and had me get in the tub on my hands and knees and stick my ass high in the air. One girl held the bag, one held the nozzle, one greased my anus and rectum with Vaseline and the fourth pried my cheeks wide open as the girl holding the big nozzle slide it fully up my ass.
They released the clamp and I took the whole bag all the while the girls giggled and made comments about me being a good "patient." After the bag was long empty, the girls made a game of making me hold my enema while they each took turns wiggling the nozzle still deep in my ass.
Finally, they let me go to the toilet and expel the water. Luckily for me, I only returned water -- no stinky turds. Then they asked if I wanted another enema. I said yes if one of them would help me with my raging erection once we finished. More giggles.
They agreed and prepared another full bag of warm water while I assumed my position in the tub. They repeated the enema prep and administration and I enjoyed it very much. After I expelled this bag, I had a sense of euphoria welling up in me and quickly took another shower before the girls and I returned to one of the bedrooms and had more sex until I erupted in a third orgasm that night.
After that night, anytime the girls sneaked me into their suite, we had sex, douches and enemas as a part of our parties. I can only remember getting into their suite four more times that year, but they were all wonderful and times to remember.