I decided to write about my earliest enema experiences, now that I look back I was very fortunate to have a number of interesting experiences. Being a child in the late 40's and early 50's I was much more likely to be given an enema(s) than a child born after 1970. By then Dr. Spock no longer suggested enemas be given for routine childhood ailments.
I'll start at the beginning, the first enema I can remember receiving, and then tell you about the more memorable enemas I have given or taken trough the years.
I'm not sure just how old I was when this happened, except to say that it was before I started grade school.
I lived in a neighborhood in Eastern Massachusetts where I was the only boy, my playmates were two girls, Janet, who was a year or so older and Donna, about a year younger. Our play often included going to the bathroom outside. I was always a willing participant. Janet usually started things, and often Donna and I would watch her "pooh," as she called it.
One summer day Janet and I both didn't feel well, so we decided to go to our homes and tell our mothers. I don't remember just how I felt, but I do remember I told my mother' "I feel like I have to go, but I can't." I told her Janet had felt the same way, and Janet's mother called mine on the phone at about the same time.
Our mothers decided we were constipated, that we had held back too long, and that we both needed an enema. My mother told me that she was going to give me an enema, and that Janet was going to have to have one, too. I knew what an enema was, so I must have had them before this, but this one is the first one I remember being given.
My mom had a glass pitcher full of warm water that she was swirling a bar of Ivory Soap in, when she called me into the bathroom. She had me undress, and lie face down on a towel. She used a funnel and a rubber rectal tube, something I have read about in several child care books, but have never heard anyone else mention in talking about their childhood enemas. I remember that she inserted the tube, and poured some water into the funnel, which she held at the tube's length above me. She let that run in, and then pushed the tube a little further into me. She filled the funnel several times, then asked me how I felt, could I take any more. I said I was okay at first, but I started to feel full and crampy and I told her so.
Once I said I was feeling full she stopped, but she would wait a while and fill the funnel again. Not until I really felt like I couldn't hold any more, and started to complain loudly did she stop. She reached down and pulled out the tube, which dripped all over my buttocks. She wiped me dry, but told me to lie there as long as I could.... which wasn't very long. When she let me stand up she still didn't let me sit on the toilet, and when I started crying because I had to go so bad, then she let me sit down.
I squirted like crazy as I started to expel, but then I stopped, I just didn't seem to have to go anymore. I got up, and when we looked to see what I had done, it saw just soapy water.
Mom said she would give me another enema in a little while, and as she started to prepare more solution I got the urge to go again, and this time it all came out, lots of water, big chunks, and gas. I didn't understand why, but I thought it felt great.
When she was sure that I was finished she let me up, but told me to stay close to the bathroom. I thought she meant I might have to go some more, but she said no, as she had used soap for my enema she would give me another to rinse me out. I wasn't sure I wanted another one, but as she was getting it ready I started to think about how much I liked it.
This enema was warmer than the first, but clear water. I only took a small amount before I couldn't take any more, and she let me go again. Brown water and a few small chunks came out. She told he she hadn't waited long enough before giving me the second enema, and this time she had me lay on the coach for a few minutes before calling me back to the bathroom.
I had no trouble holding the third enema. She told me I was a good boy, because I had taken a lot of water. Again I sat on the toilet, loving the feeling of expelling, but deciding it was not as good when it was mostly clear water. I had to stay in for the rest of the day, but it was late and I didn't mind too much. I got another surprise, though, because when it was time for me to go to bed she called me into the bathroom and gave me one more clear water enema.
Again I got praise for taking a lot, and holding for as long as she wanted me to. Again it was mostly clear water that came out, but I decided by then that I liked the way an enema felt, both going in and out.
The next day when I went out to play with Janet she asked me what had happened to me. I told her my mom gave me an enema, and she said hers did, too. I told her that it felt good, and she said she liked the way they felt, too, and that she had gotten them several times.
After that we incorporated enemas into our play, often sneaking away from the house and taking off out pants and pretending. Since we didn't have any equipment we would stick fingers in each other rectums, and we found if we moved the around enough we could sometimes make each other "pooh."
We got Donna involved as well, although she couldn't remember every having an enema.
I figured out that if my mom didn't see me go for a day or two, and if I said I felt like I couldn't go, I could get her to give me an enema. This worked out pretty good, since I was often going outside where Janet and Donna could watch, and Janet was doing the same. We could get Donna to do it once in a while, but she was a little more reluctant. Janet had also gotten her mother to give her enemas, and more than once we got them at the same time, after our mothers had talked on the phone, and we both got lectures about not going when we needed to.
Once, when Janet's mother was across the street visiting mine Janet took me into her bathroom and showed me what her mother used to give her enemas. It was a big red rubber bag. Janet showed me several nozzles that went with it. We thought the big nozzle was for grown up enemas, it wasn't for many years that I found out it was for douching. Janet told me her mother had used the small nozzle for her at first, but now used the bigger nozzle. We would have loved to play more, but put it quickly away, so we wouldn't get caught.
Janet had a younger brother, Gary, but he was never included in our play. But Gary got a birthday present that was. He was given a cast metal fire truck. It was a big beautiful toy. With the fire truck came a hydrant that could be hooked to a garden hose. The hydrant had a hose about 3 feet long and a cast metal nozzle. When Janet and I saw this we knew we had to have it!
It didn't take long before we borrowed the hose and hydrant, Gary had received several toys for his Birthday, and when he lost interest we were there to play with it in out own way.
There was a couple in the neighborhood who both worked, they had a fenced in back yard, and a garden hose that hung an a reel in the sun.
The first time we got our chance, Janet, Donna and I, made our way to the neighbors yard. Janet was the leader, I was ready to try it, and Donna was very reluctant.
Since Janet was the oldest she decided she would go first. I hooked up the hydrant while Janet took off her pants. Donna just watched, not saying a word. When I turned on the water I was surprised at how warm it was. Janet tested it, said it felt just right. I knew Janet had been given enemas bending over, and that's just what she did, pointing her butt at me. We had lubricated our fingers with spit when we had done our play enemas, so I did it to her before I put in the hose.
The nozzle slid in easily, and I turned on the hose real slow. Janet said she could feel it, and how good it felt. I must have had to water turned on very slow, because it seemed like forever before Janet asked me to turn it off.
The moment I pulled out the nozzle Janet stated to squirt. She stayed in the knee-chest position so we could watch it come out. Janet must have really had to go, because a lot of big chunks came out. I was as close as I dared get, without getting pooped on. Donna stood back and watched, not saying a thing.
As soon as Janet was done, it was my turn, and like Janet, I had my pants off, and was ready. Janet spit lubricated me, pushed in the nozzle, and filled me up. The warm water going in felt great, and I loved doing it while Janet and Donna watched. Janet must have turned the water on harder than I did, because I was very full very quick, and was squirting before she could get the nozzle back out.
Janet was watching me as close as I watched her, and she was encouraging Donna to get closer.
I was done all too soon, but we decided it was Donna's turn. Donna was very reluctant, usually when she went outside she only pee'd, but she liked to watch us "pooh." Donna soon realized that Janet was not going to let her get away without having an enema. Donna never had one, and was very curious, so soon her pants were off and she was in the knee-chest position. She wanted Janet to do everything, so I just watched... this time.
Donna was making grunting sounds as the nozzle went in, and took quite a bit of water before she had to go. Janet decided that Donna should hold it for a while, and put her finger in Donnas anus. Donna really seemed to like this, but was starting to squirt around Janet's finger after a short while. Donna then squatted and expelled her enema while Janet and I watched.
This went on for two summers before Donna moved away, then one more year before we moved to another town. We probably gave each other enemas once a week, from the spring, as soon as the neighbor hung out his hose, until he put it away in the fall. I can't believe we never got caught. I do remember the neighbor tell my Dad that there was a real messy dog that was shitting all over his back yard.
Janet and I even got to use her mother's bag a couple of time, when we were left home while her Mom went shopping. We had a lot of anal play as well, Donna, being younger and smaller was able to get her entire hand in both of our rectums. I never got my whole hand into Janet, but often put in 3 or 4 fingers.
Both Janet and I had our mothers give us enemas on a day when we had just given them to each other. Our mothers had decided we must be constipated, we both had come home quite flushed and sweaty, and neither mother could remember us going for several days (we hadn't at home)! We both got several enemas that came back almost clear, so we got more enemas the next day. Our mothers didn't know it, but we were in enema heaven! As a result of this we were taken to the Doctors, together.
The doctor didn't find anything wrong, but Janet and I were scared he would know what we had been doing. The doctor decided to have us x-rayed, so we wound up getting more enemas, before getting a barium enema. We both liked this because of all the attention we got, and the way the barium felt when it was inside us. We talked about how much solution we got, it seemed to both of us it was more then we had even been given at home. We had probably taken as much with the "hydrant" attachment, but never held it as long in order to have the x-rays. I didn't get a good look at the nozzle, but the nurse told us it would help us hold the enema, so I assume it was an double balloon enema catheter.
The only thing that the Doctor found was that we both seemed to have very large colons, but other than that we were very healthy. We wished we could have been in the x-ray room together, but of course it gave us a lot to talk about when we got home.
Once I moved away I never saw Janet again, but I did find out that she married a Doctor, an Internist! I wonder.
In my new home I was able to give myself a lot of solo enemas, but I didn't get to give anybody else until I was 12. I had a friend that had a sister who was 11.
If you want to know about her read "My Friend Marion."
When we moved from one Massachusetts town to another I left my friend Janet, and our enema play behind. Even though we weren't that far away I never saw Janet again. A few years ago I learned that she is married to an Internist in Manhattan. I often wonder if they play doctor and patient.
For the next few years my enemas were restricted to those I got from my mother, which were not nearly as frequent as I got older. I think Janet's mother had some influence on my mother, as they seemed to conspire to give us enemas.
Many of my enemas were solo, as my mother now worked and I had several free hours in the afternoon before my mother or dad got home. The bag hung on the bathroom door, so it was always conveniently available. It would only disappear if we were having company, but would always reappear a few days later. The bag, a Davol Petal, usually had the douche tip installed, which I still thought was an adult enema nozzle. I am sure my mother would not be very happy if she knew I used it several years for enemas!
I had a neighbor girl I played with, we talked about enemas a little, but I was never able to do more than talk with her. Bonnie had been given one or two enemas, but didn't get any pleasure from them.
When I was twelve I had male friend who I saw several times a week. We were both becoming sexually aware, and had a great deal of interest in girls. His dad and mom were into nudism, and Lester had shown me several pictures his dad had taken of his mom, his two sisters and himself. The sisters, Marion and Pam were 10 and 8. Marion was becoming sexually aware as well, and we even went so far as to play some sex games. One was "hide the rock" where we were able to feel each other's bodies. Eventually we convinced Marion to "show and tell." She took off her clothes and let us look at her vulva and touch her vagina. I even let my finger stray to her anus, which made her giggle.
About a year later I told one of my classmates, Kathy, about my playing show and tell with Marion. Kathy was surprised and a little upset with me, but then went on to tell me about Marion. She said when Marion was younger she liked to go to the bathroom outside, and liked to be naked. This started me wondering if I could interest Marion in enemas.
A few days later when I was visiting Lester I had a few minutes I could talk to Marion alone. I made some small talk, then told her I hadn't been feeling well (which was true, we had all just had the Asian flu). I then mentioned my mom had given me an enema. Just as I was hoping, Marion became quite interested. We didn't get a chance to talk much before Lester came back, but I made sure I got back to visit a day or so later when I knew Lester had to spend some extra time studying. I got a chance to talk at length with Marion, and in the end she wanted to visit my house to see the "apparatus." (I don't think I called it apparatus, that term came from a recent episode of "Seinfeld.")
We made plans for Marion to come to my house after school, she lived about a mile away. We decided she would tell her mother she was going to the library, but ride her bike to my house instead. I got home that afternoon, very excited, but afraid Marion would change her mind, or her mother would decide to drive her to the library. I had the bag ready to show her, along with the rectal tube my mother had used when I was younger. Mom had thrown it out, but I had retrieved it from the trash. I saved it, and kept it hidden. By this time I had already figured out how to attach it to the rectal nozzle that my mother would use on me, after removing her douche tip.
When I saw Marion riding up the road, and turn into our driveway I was really excited. As I think back, I wonder why the neighbors never said anything to my folks about Marion coming to play. This was Marion's first visit, of many to come.
When Marion came in she was excited, she wanted to see the equipment right away. So we went into the bathroom, where the bag was hanging on the door. I showed her the nozzle, and told her all about how it worked, still thinking the douche nozzle was for adult enemas. I showed her the other two nozzles, infant and adult rectal, and my favorite toy, the rectal tube. Marion was very excited, and without much hesitation asked me if I could show her how they worked. Marion still didn't know I was giving myself one or two enemas a week.
I told her I would, and asked if she wanted an enema, she said no, but wanted me to take one. She decided I better show her first.
I did everything the way I always did. We kept a bar of Ivory in the bathroom, and I would make some soapy water in the sink, then fill the bag using the bathroom glass. Once filled, I hung it back on the door. This time I didn't change nozzles, as Marion seemed fascinated with the curved black hard rubber douche nozzle.
I took off all my clothes, as I always did. As we had played show and tell, Marion had seen me before. The bag had a nice long red hose, so I could lay on the rug and put the nozzle in. I usually laid on my back, as I liked to look up and watch the bag empty. Marion didn't say a thing, just watched. I think she started to breath heavy, but I was absorbed in getting the enema with someone, other than my mother, watching. I was thinking back to the days of Janet and Donna, wondering if I would be lucky enough to have an enema playmate again.
I drained the bag, then stood up and removed the nozzle. Marion watched, and told me the enema made my tummy stick out. This was the first time I was aware that my stomach distended when I got an enema. It probably did stick out quite a bit, because I was taking a full bag since I could remember. That old Davol bag held more than 2 quarts.
I held the enema for a while. Marion said I must like it because had a "boner" as she called it. I expected Marion would leave the bathroom when I expelled, but she decided to stay to provide moral support. She sat right next to me on the edge of the tub. Once finished, I was going to wipe and flush, but Marion wanted to see what came out. I was surprised that she wanted to look, but remember how Janet and Donna always like to watch as I expelled.
Once I was finished I asked Marion if she would like to try an enema, she wasn't sure, and said maybe another time. I was disappointed, but it was getting late anyway. We cleaned up and went to the kitchen for Cokes. Marion asked me some more questions about how it felt going in, was it hard to hold, and what I liked best. Pretty soon it was 4:30 and Marion had to be on her way.
The next day I visited Lester, and we played for the afternoon, we were into electronics, and were building a few small projects with the help of our shop teacher. Marion said "Hi", but that was the extent of our conversation.
The next time I visited Lester, Marion was able to speak to me when Lester went to the bathroom. Marion asked if she could come over again, she wasn't sure she wanted to try it, but wanted to watch me give myself another enema. Of course I agreed.
Two days later, on Thursday, I once again watched Marion ride her bike into our driveway. She was pretty quiet as she came in, and I, of course had the equipment ready. I was expecting her to watch while I took another enema, but Marion had decided it was time to try if for herself. She didn't say much, other than she wanted me to give he an enema, I think she was nervous and a little scared.
As I did for myself, I filled the sink with warm water and swirled the Ivory through it. I filled the bag and hung it up. I didn't use spit for lubrication, like I did with Janet and Donna, as we always had a jar of Vaseline in the bathroom. I always lubricated the nozzle and myself and was wondering how Marion was going to react to my finger in her anus. She knew what to expect, as I had lubricated myself the same way two weeks earlier. I hadn't spent as much time with my finger in my anus as I usually did, when Marion had watched me before. Sometimes in my solos session I would spend a very long time stimulating myself with a finger, or two.
I got a big glob on my finger and had Marion bend over into the knee-chest position. I was surprised that she did it so quickly, and with so little concern. I rubbed some Vaseline on the outside of her anus, and as I started to push my finger in, rather than pull way, Marion pushed up to meet it. Taking my cue from this, I slid inside slowly, but as deep as I could go. I just held my finger in at first, but as I started to move Marion started to move with me. I could tell Marion must have been thinking about getting an enema, and had held back, as there were some hard pebbles of feces in her rectum.
I think we could have gone on with the anal play for some time, but Marion asked me to give her the enema. I reluctantly removed my finger, and reached around to get the nozzle, which I inserted slowly into her anus. Again Marion pushed her butt into the nozzle to help it go in. As soon as the nozzle was in as far as the curved part I turned on he water and held perfectly still. Looking at her exposed anus and her vulva below it mesmerized me. Marion stayed in the knee- chest position, I am sure she wanted me to get a full view of what was happening.
When about half the bag was in Marion started to cramp, so I stopped the flow. She waited a moment, and took some deep breaths. She told me she thought she could take some more, so I opened the clamp. Perhaps another half-pint went in before she exclaimed, "I have to go right now!" I stopped the flow and quickly pulled out the nozzle. I squeezed her buns together, and I am glad I did, because as she started to sit on the toilet, and I let go, she exploded. I stayed right beside her, and she seemed to know what I wanted, because she leaned forward on the seat so I could watch her gush into the toilet.
Perhaps because she been holding back or because of the Ivory soap, it seemed like the enema came out in one long stream, with some farting and splashing. When she finished, and we looked in the toilet it was obvious she hadn't been to the bathroom for a while. She didn't want to admit it, but finally said she had been holding back all day. I told her that when I was younger my mom would rinse me out with clear water after a soapy enema, Marion though that was a good idea.
I drained soapy water from the bag into the toilet, and went about filling it with warm clear water, while Marion cleaned up. I told her how sometimes you couldn't hold a second enema unless you waited a few minutes, so she agreed. While we waited I showed her how to use the Vaseline to lubricate me, and spent about ten minutes in heaven leaning across the toilet seat as Marion played with my anus.
It was over too soon, as Marion really wanted that second enema. I told her that sometimes if I had trouble holding an enema my mother would have me lay on my side, with my top leg pulled up. Marion thought she would like to try it this way, so as she laid down I lubricated my finger again. This time Marion's rectum was empty, but very warm, and she moaned as I moved my finger inside her. I knew how much we both wanted to do the second enema, so I removed my finger and the process began.
I inserted the nozzle again, and as before, when it was in to the curved part I turned on the water. When I think back I am sure that the bag was much higher on the door than it needed to be, and I am surprised either of us could take as much as quickly as we did. This time nearly all the water was in before Marion said she started to feel full. As before I stopped the flow to let her rest. This time I waited until she said she was ready before I opened the clamp.
One thing about the old fountain syringes, they mad a nice gurgling sound when the last of the water emptied out. To my surprise, and Marion's too, we heard that sound. What surprised me even more is that Marion just kept lying there saying how weird it felt, but that she liked it. I slowly removed the nozzle, then got very daring. I inserted my finger. I had done this to myself many times, and always liked the way my anus felt when it was distended with water. Again I thought back to Donna and Janet, and the fun we had.
It was a few minutes before I felt Marion's anus clamp hard on my finger, and I knew it was because she had to go. I kept my finger in place as Marion sat on the toilet, and she started to gush as I removed it. I wanted to play with her anus some more, but she wasn't ready for this much play, yet.
Most of this enema came back clear, but near the end it changed to brown water with a few chunks. Once she was done we cleaned up the bathroom, and ourselves before went to the kitchen for Cokes.
Marion and I gave each other enemas for about a year. Usually we had time for only one of us to have an enema on a school day, but there were a few days during the summer, when we could spend all day at my house that we gave each other as many as 5 or 6 enemas.
As I was maturing sexually, and Marion was too, we played a lot with each other, as well as doing the enemas. While we tried regular intercourse a few times, Marion much preferred to have my penis in her behind. The more we took enemas the more things we tried. We started using the rectal tube, rather than the douche nozzle, and it was always a contest to see who could get it in the farthest.
Once we nearly got caught, my dad came home early while we were still both in the bathroom. I quickly got things cleaned up, and fortunately my dad went to do some things in his woodshop. Marion had to sneak out before she could completely expel the enema. She told me later she got about half way home, dropped her bike, and ran off into the woods and get rid of the rest. She said she made her pants a real mess, but told her mom she had diarrhea.
When Marion told me about the woods, it brought back memories, and gave us an idea. I still remembered Janet and Donna "poohing" in the woods, so I suggested we give each other an enema, then ride out to the woods to expel it. Marion seemed to get really turned on by the idea. We would fill the bag, then each take half. We'd clean up and bike to the woods where we would expel for each other. We were usually bursting by the time we got there.
A few times we held back, and would go to the woods and watch each other "pooh" before we went to my house for our enema play.
That fall I started the 8th grade, Marion the 7th. Marion had always been active in Girls Scouts, and her leader distributed a lot of information on menstruation and sex education. Marion already knew about menstruation and intercourse, but something the scout leader said caused Marion to stop doing the enemas and sexual play with me. I've never forgiven the Girl Scouts!
It's probably just as well, because eventually I am sure we would have started having intercourse and I would have gotten Marion pregnant! After we stopped our play Marion didn't speak much with me for a year or so, later we became good friends again. When I was a Senior in High School, Marion had grown into a very attractive young woman. I asked her if she would go out with me. I really wanted to take her to my Prom. She told me she really liked me, but that because of what we did when we were younger she felt uncomfortable about dating.
I continued to take solo enemas, but my activity had dropped off, as I became more interested in romantic envelopment with the opposite sex. I did manage to get most of the girls I dated to tell me if they had gotten and enema, even some details. But that was all.
Marion is now a law professor at a well-known eastern college.... I wonder if she ever thinks back on what we did, and if she still enjoys anal erotica. I'd like to think she does.
I had one more enema encounter in my teen years. You can read about it
in "Helping Susan."
1963 was the last year we spent our vacation together as a family, that is my Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and cousins. We were staying at the family cottage in Friendship, Maine. I was between High School and College, and had a cousin who adored my little car, an Austin Healy bug-eyed Sprite and me. Sue was a pretty girl, just entering puberty, with a great personality. She was accepted by all my friends because she was bright, had a good sense of humor, and often had us laughing out of control at her acidic comments.
The day the rest of the family went off to Arcadia National Park was to be our day to visit my Ham Radio friends and attend the Skowhegan Fair that evening. I had noticed Sue had not been quite herself for a day or so, I suspected she might be having her period, although I didn't know if she had started menstruating yet.
After everyone had left on Arcadia trip, Sue told me that she was constipated, and didn't want to spoil anyone else's fun, so she had kept it to herself. I thought I might have an opportunity I had not had for some time, and suggested that an enema might help. I was joking at first, not thinking she would really take me seriously, but Sue must have been quite uncomfortable, because when I returned from my morning swim she asked me if I thought an enema could really help her.
I told her we didn't have any laxatives, and that even if we did it would take some time for them to work. She probably wouldn't feel better until the next day. I explained that there was a douche bag in the bathroom. A newlywed couple who rented the cottage the previous season had left behind the douche bag. It resided in the vanity under the sink. I told Sue that if I were to give her an enema she would feel better immediately, and that we could have the great day we had planned.
Sue wasn't too keen on the idea, she said that a girlfriend of hers had been given an enema, she said it hurt, and she thought it was awful. I told Sue I had been given several, and that I didn't think they were all that bad.
Sue was quiet for a while, and then said, "I really was looking forward to today, and I won't enjoy it the way I feel now." I took the cue and told her to go to her room and undress, put on a robe and meet me in the bathroom. Sue said nothing for a minute, then kind of mumbled "OK," and went to her room.
I went into the bathroom, got the syringe out from under the sink. I wanted to make a soap solution, but we didn't have the right kind of soap. Then I remembered there was a box of Ivory Flakes in the kitchen that we would use when we washed clothes. I went to the kitchen and got a handful of the flakes, I suspect I made a soap solution that was somewhat stronger than it needed to be.
I filled the bag with warm water, and mixed in the soap. At first I was going to change the nozzle to the rectal pipe, but then decided to leave the douche nozzle on. I would change it if Sue said anything about using the wrong nozzle.
The bathroom was very small, just room for a sink, tub and toilet. There was a hook on the door and one above the tub, both probably a little high to use for an enema. I suspect the one above the tub had been placed there for the purpose of hanging up the douche bag... it and the bag had appeared in the same summer.
I was hanging the bag on the nozzle above the tub as Sue appeared, looking as if she was about to be lead to her demise. I placed my arm around her and told her to relax, "everybody gets an enema sooner or later." Sue said she knew that they always gave you one before childbirth, and couldn't imagine how you could deal with an enema and contractions at the same time. (I don't believe it is common practice any longer.)
Sue looked at the bulging red bag hanging above the tub and her eyes became as big saucers. If she noticed the douche nozzle she didn't say anything. I was waiting for her to ask if she could do it herself, but she didn't. I know she had a lot of trust in me, and even though I would be sexually aroused by what I was about to do Sue would never know it.
Under her robe she still had on her bra and panties, and I wanted to help her preserve as much of her modesty as I could.
"Kneel in the tub and slip your panties off. Be careful, and let me know when you are ready." Sue got in the tub and into the knee-chest position, slipped off her panties, handing them to me, but all the time keeping her self as covered with her robe as she could.
"I think I'm ready."
"Ok, Sue. I'm going to lubricate your anus so the nozzle will go in easily. I have to get the Vaseline inside as well, so relax as I do it."
Sue said nothing as I placed a globule on the outside, but gave a little moan as my finger slid in. I worked it around just a little, Sue was right, she was constipated, and her rectum was very full.
I withdrew my finger, wiping it on a piece of toilet paper. It was so quiet I could hear Sue's breathing. The nozzle went in easily, and I'm glad I had decided to use the douche pipe. I wanted to get it high up and somewhat beyond the hard mass in her rectum.
"I'm going to start the water now, if you get cramps I'll stop and let you rest." I opened the clamp and Sue almost immediately asked me to stop. "I feel like I can't hold it."
"I'll only give you a little at a time, it will start to work, then go in deeper."
Sue seemed to relax a little so I opened the clamp again, this time I got a little more in, probably almost a pint before she asked me to shop. Again I waited and again she seemed to relax. "Take deep breaths," I told her, "I'll reach around and massage your stomach when I get a little more in." Sue didn't complain, and didn't seem to have any cramps yet.
When I opened the clamp again the water started to flow fairly quickly, her rectum had opened and the water was flowing into her colon pretty easily. I heard a gurgle from inside her and knew the cramps were starting. I stopped the flow and reached around and started to massage her. I could tell by the way that she tensed that she having some pretty strong cramps. "Can I go now. I really have to go pretty bad."
"Let's see if we can get it all in, that way it will do the most good."
Sue said nothing else, but as I massaged I could see the cramps were subsiding. I also could feel that Sue had a very well developed crop of pubic hair. I didn't comment about it though.
It looked as if she had already taken half the bag as I released the clamp, and again the water flowed fairly easily until Sue had a very severe cramp. I stopped the flow, and I guess there was less than a pint left. I massaged and Sue finally relaxed, but now got up on her knees.
"I don't think I can take another drop, I have to go so bad."
"You've almost taken it all, try and take the rest, I want it to do the most good."
To my surprise she said she would try, but she stayed erect as I opened the clamp and the rest flowed in.
"That's it, I've got to got right now," Sue said, just as the last of the bag flowed into her.
"It's OK, Sue, you've taken it all," I said as Sue stood up in the tub. She gathered up her robe as I started to remove the nozzle, and as I did a cramp hit Sue and for a moment she lost control. She let out a pretty good squirt of water with a few chunks in it before she could stop. Sue covered her anus with her fingers as I helped her out of the tub and on to the toilet.
Once sitting down she just exploded into the toilet, leaving no doubt in my mind just how constipated she had become.
I think Sue expected me to leave the bathroom, but instead I cleaned up the tub and cleaned up the bag, but instead of putting it away I refilled the bag with clear, warm water.
"Why are you doing that," Sue asked.
"I will have to give you another to be sure all the soap is out, so you won't be crampy all day." Sue wasn't sure she wanted another enema, but she was sure she didn't want cramps all day long.
Sue had stopped expelling, but she said that she felt like there was more inside. "I'm sorry I smell so bad, it must have been the clams we had Saturday." I told her it was OK, and that what was inside her had started to spoil, that was why she had felt so poorly.
She sat for a few more minutes, straining some, but I was sure she had expelled it all. I suggested I massage her belly some more, and knelt in front of her. I told her that once she had relaxed a little I would give her the next enema. If that if it didn't come out clean I might have to give her a third. Sue wasn't happy about the prospect of a third enema.
I let her relax until the urge to expel had stopped then let her clean up. I got a glimpse of what was in the bowl...it was obvious Sue had been in need of the enema.
I told her to get back in the tub, that I would relubricate her and give her the next enema. She seemed resigned to it and complied without further comment.
This enema went in easily, I only had to stop the flow once. Sue took it all with little complaint.
As I helped her out of the tub and on to the toilet I explained that she shouldn't be embarrassed, a lot of people have trouble holding an enema. I set the bag in the sink and sat with her, this enema came out quickly and with little cramping. She thought she was through and had wiped herself and flushed mostly clear water. Suddenly she had a cramp and had to go again. What came out was probably some of the first enema that had been way up inside. Before I could comment Sue said, "It looks like I need another one, that was a real surprise." I was very surprised, too, and refilled the bag.
"That enema wasn't nearly as bad as the first, it hardly hurt at all." I told Sue the third one would probably be even easier.
"If this one doesn't come out clean will I need another one?" I was tempted to say yes, or that maybe she should take another one just in case, but I said, "No, three will be enough."
The third enema went in even easier than the second, although Sue said her "bum" was getting a little sore. I told her after she was finished that she should rub some cold cream on it, that would make it feel better. (No I didn't volunteer to do it, but I wanted to.)
Sue expelled the third enema in almost one long stream, she said she had no cramping, and the water was nearly clear, with only a few brown flakes. I cleaned up the equipment and put it away. I suggested Sue might like to rest, but she said she felt so much better that she would take a shower, and we could leave to visit our friends, as we were already about half an hour late.
The rest of the day went fine, we visited our friends and went to the fair. We got back to the cottage about midnight. The only other comment Sue made that day was that after we left the cottage she felt like everybody that looked at her was going to know she just had an enema. I laughed and said I doubted it.
Sue and her folks were going to stay at the cottage for the rest of the summer, but I had to return to my summer job as vacation relief transmitter engineer at WKBR in Manchester, NH. As I left on Sunday morning Sue took me aside and thanked me for helping, and giggled as she told me if she ever needed another enema she knew whom to call.
I never got that call, and we have only mentioned it a couple of times in the last 36 years. Sue is married now, with two kids of her own. I always wanted to ask her if she got an enema when she gave birth, but I never have.
My first two years of college went pretty well, and I met the woman, Peg, she would eventually become my wife. I ran out of money after my sophomore year and had to take a semester off to earn enough to stay in school. I lost my student deferment when I did, and was immediately drafted, as this was the time of the beginning of the Vietnam build up.
During the time I dated Peg I never brought up the subject of enemas, in fact they were pretty much on the "back burner" at the time. Peg and I became lovers, and if you don't count my early experience with Marion, we lost our virginity together.
I finished Basic Training at Fort Dix, NJ, and was sent to the Public Information Office at Fort Bliss, Texas to be a Broadcast Specialist. I wasn't in Texas very long before I got my orders to Vietnam.
Peg and I married on the 25th of June in 1966, and I was off to 'Nam on the 22nd of July. It was a great honeymoon and leave...we went to New York City, where I was lucky enough to be picked to be a contestant on the "Password" quiz show with Alan Ludden. I played with Arthur Godfrey and Dorothy Louden, and was the "big winner." I defeated my opponent Sybil Pollock.
After New York we went to Nova Scotia, then spent we quiet a week at home before I reported to Oakland Army Base. I don't think I had said the word enema to Peg...yet. My fire for enemas had been banked, and was nearly out.
I vowed I would be faithful while in Vietnam, a vow that lasted about 90 days. I had a couple of girlfriends, Vietnamese women who were pretty good lovers, but in January 1967 I met a young lady named Thom who would rekindle my passion for enemas and turn the embers into an inferno.
You can read about Thom in "Vietnam Mistress."
