An Enema Friend

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Hello All! The name I will be using this evening is Mike, it's not my real name, but I'm sure you won't mind after you progress a bit farther into my tale. I'm a 21 year old college guy, tall and lean, with blonde hair and green eyes. I have been an enema enthusiast for several years now, but my pleasures have been purely solo until recently. I've been dying to meet a young lady with similar desires, and after submitting dozens of personal ads, etc. I'd finally received a response.

She said her name was Kate. She lived about two hours away, and soon we became friends, e-mailing each other tales of our personal enema adventures, and slowly revealing our fantasies. As our relationship progressed, I felt more and more attracted to this sexy, mysterious girl, and one day I brought up the subject of a meeting. She quickly responded that she had been anxiously awaiting my offer, and was actually going to ask me the same thing earlier that week, but eventually chickened out. She offered to come to meet me, and I gave her directions to a popular local bar. (But aren't ALL bars popular with college kids??-ha ha ha). We had already exchanged photos, so we knew who we were looking for.

The day had come. As I arranged a hotel room for us, (See-She drove, so I bought the room) I began to debate whether I should really take place in what we had planned. I was fairly frightened, but more embarrassed, at what I was about to share with a complete stranger. But she wasn't a complete stranger, actually I felt I knew her very well. And we shared a particular perversion. :-) As I showered and dressed for the night, I became more and more excited about the secret rendezvous I was about to have. I wondered what she would be like, and whether we would be attracted to each other. We saw each other immediately, and both looked away fast. I began to laugh, and started making my way through the crowd to her side of the room. She motioned me towards a quiet table a bit away from the crowd. We said hello, and quickly began some fantastic conversation! We got along quite well together, and after quite a few drinks, the subject turned to enemas. She said she never would have guessed it of me, and that made it even better. I asked if she'd like to go to the room, she said no, but she'd like to take a walk in a park she'd found before she came to the bar.

We paid our bill, and went to her car so she could get her "things", and I suddenly became very aroused at the thoughts of what toys she might have brought. She often wrote of the marathon sessions of anal play she loved after a good cleansing, and I was trying to guess which toys were her favorites, and which she had probably brought. "We can drop that stuff off at the hotel if you want," I said, "It's only a block from here." "No," she quickly replied with a devilish smile, "Lets take it with us..."

She said she felt weird about letting me give her enemas, and wanted to give them to herself, but she'd like me to tell her what to do. I asked if she wanted to give them to me, and she admitted that she did. I was still fairly drunk, and gave her my permission to do anything she liked. By that time, we had reached a small clearing on the path we were walking, complete with a small restroom facility. "Here?" I asked, "We're definitely risking getting caught..." But a promise of a special show later in the evening changed my opinions, and she asked me to put on a pair of black nylon soccer shorts as she got ready. We entered the restroom, and she removed her sweater and jeans to reveal a stunning body, wrapped tightly in a two-piece lycra bodysuit. She applied a generous dab of lubricant on what looked to be a single inflatable retention nozzle nozzle.(I'd never seen one in "person"!) It was connected by a length of hose to a screw-on sink connector, which she connected to the sink, and filled with slow running warm water. She backed me up to the sink, and sliding down my shorts, quickly pushed the nozzle into my waiting rectum. She inflated it quickly, stopping after I made a small moan of protest, and increased the water pressure. I felt like I was immediately full, and she slowed the water a bit as she massaged my swollen abdomen. Soon I could hold no more, and she clamped the nozzle shut, and disconnected it from the sink. She led me outside to help me expel, and as soon as the inflatable retention nozzle was deflated, a huge torrent of water sprayed from my ass, immediately relieving my cramping bowels. She gently pushed the water out of my colon, tracing the swollen path of my large intestine. We repeated this 4 or 5 times, until the water I was expelling ran clear, and I begged for rest.

She then turned the nozzle on herself, allowing me to inflate it (Which I did much gentler than she had) and regulate the flow of water. She knelt down on her hands and knees, and asked me to help her take the enema. As I rubbed her sides and stomach, I was amazed at the amount of water she could hold. She began gritting her teeth and swaying back and forth in discomfort, so I stopped the water, and clamped the hose shut. When I disconnected the hose, she began walking quickly towards the door. "Not so soon." I said, and led her to a picnic table, which I directed her to lie on with her legs hanging off. I began slowly moving the enema around inside her, rocking her from side to side and pushing it further into her bowels. My hands moved to her breasts, pushing up the stretchy fabric of her top to view her beautiful chest. Her eyes were closed, and her hands manipulated her full belly as we began our first kiss. It was soon interrupted by her insistence on relief, and she held her legs high as I pulled up her shorts, and allowed the inflatable retention nozzle to deflate. Her expulsion was like a volcano, and rushed out of her for what seemed like hours. When the flow stopped, I lubed two fingers, and penetrated her ass to entice more expulsions. She only needed two more enemas to thoroughly clean her out, and the third I didn't let her expel. She would hold it until we got to the hotel room, and release it lying in the bathtub.

I removed one small and one large vibrator from her bag of tricks, and when she had expelled her last, I washed her and led her to the bed. She lie face down, spreading her legs slightly to allow access to her clean ass and moist pussy. I began teasing her clit with the small vibrator, as I pushed the larger one deep into her ass with a twisting motions, receiving a soft cry as response. She turned around quickly, and I thought that I had hurt her, but she wanted to play a different game. She would operate the toys, but I must continually receive an enema until she came. I lay down on the bathroom floor as she filled a sun shower with hot, soapy water. "Wait," I said, "That much water will kill me!" She giggled, and said she had no intention of making me take the whole thing, she just wanted to measure how much I had taken. If she didn't come by the time 4 quarts had passed (And she said she would turn it on SLOWLY), then she would allow me to expel. "Four Quarts?" I hesitantly asked. "You'll never have to see more than two, I bet" She assured me, "I don't think it will take long", she said with a smile as she started the flow.

I was laying face down on the floor, my hips propped on either side by pillows, and she sat right in front of my face, and proceeded to bring herself to a wild orgasm in under a minute. I then said that she must continue her show until I could hold no more water. This struck her as fantastic, and she began reaming her tender holes as I watched, my bowels protesting against the soapy current. I was writhing in pain as she was writhing in pleasure, and I soon had an amazing enema orgasm. I desperately needed to release my enema, I could feel myself growing nauseous at the huge pressure in my body. She stopped her games, and helped me to the toilet, where I expelled wave after wave of my frothy enema. She wiped me down when I was finally through, and showed me a large butt plug she wanted to use on me. I was weak, but still very aroused, and the feeling of her intrusion into my rectum with that giant toy made me moan louder than she had earlier. After a while, she said that I was ready, and removed the plug to allow access to her probing fingers. Two, Three, Four fingers stretched my swollen asshole, and with the help of a bit more lube, soon her fist was pushing it's way into my anus. She stimulated my prostate with her middle two fingers, and filled me with waves of pleasure. I pulled her hips close to my side, and pushed her back down on the bed so I could gain access to her pink rectum. I couldn't have fit my own fist inside her, but I used both hands to open her tight asshole, and probe her soft insides. I slid two fingers into her wet vagina, and pressed against the fingers I had in her ass. Her little fist kept pumping into my waiting ass, and she began to softly stroke my again hard cock. We both came wildly, and I thought my unconscious anal spasms would break her poor wrist.

We were both exhausted afterwards, and took a quick shower together to clean up. Delicately washing each other's bodies as we kissed and touched, we praised each other's skill and performance. It was getting light outside, and Kate sadly told me that she had to return home soon, and wondered when we should plan our next meeting. We've both been pretty busy with school since then, and haven't even gotten to speak very much. But don't worry, we've made special arrangements to fly to the beach together next weekend, to share some more fun and games, and I'm sure it's going to be an experience to write about. :-)