By: Jon Elson

I want to tell you about an experience I had when I was in my first year of college. I had discovered that there was a large, single person bathroom in the basement of one of the other dorm buildings. Actually, there were two of them, side by side, but one was large enough to lay down in, the other was pretty much like any small 'half' bath. The doors could be locked from the inside, too. I immediately decided that the larger bathroom was a PERFECT place to take enemas, and did so every week or so. My mom had supplied me with a folding travel bag when I was going away to college.

Well, after using this bathroom for pleasurable enemas for a few months, one time I went down there, and the door was locked. I just waited around for a few minutes, assuming that whoever was using it would be out soon. While idling around the area and trying to not be too obvious, I heard the unmistakable gushing of an enema being expelled from inside the bathroom. Hmmm, that was a surprise! Then, the thought that it might be a girl taking an enema hit me, and I decided to see if I could figure out whether the person was male or female. So, I took a peek under the door, but all I could see were 2 feet, which did look somewhat small, and a pile of clothes. In the pile of clothes, I could detect a pair of jeans, and something like a striped T-shirt. Well, that could be either sex's clothes. But, there was something white, and after looking at it for a moment, I decided it was a bra! Ahh, this could be interesting. I HAD to know who was in there taking an enema! So, I continued to wait around, listening to water running, waiting a while, then another expulsion, the toilet flushing, more water running, etc. Finally, the toilet was flushed again, then some water running, but a lot of splashing made me think she was washing her hands, and maybe her equipment, too. Finally, the toilet was flushed one last time, and I heard the door being unlocked, and a petite, and rather cute girl stepped out. I was fairly close to the door, and standing in such a position that it was fairly obvious that I was waiting to use THIS bathroom.

She said "Oh, sorry I was in there a while, were you waiting for this bathroom?"

I said that I was.

She said "Well, there's another one right over there that you could have used."

"Yes, but that one is awfully small." I said.

She said "Why is it too small - Oh, unless you needed to lay down. That's why I needed this one - I had to take my enemas."

I raised my eyebrows in feigned surprise and said "Well, yes, I need to take some enemas tonight, too. I have some cramps."

She looked at me for a few seconds, and I was wondering what she was going to say, when she finally said "Do you need any help with them? I know how (of course), and they are pretty awkward unless you are a contortionist."

I immediately said "Oh, would you mind? They are really awkward, you're right."

She stepped back into the bathroom, and then I walked inside, and she shut and locked the door. She said "I'd kind of like to talk about enemas with you, too. That's why I offered to help."

I opened up the gym bag I had, and pulled out my folding syringe and got out the Vaseline and a bar of Ivory soap that I use. She turned on the water faucet, and started adjusting the temperature, and asked me whether I liked my enemas cool, warm or hot. I said I usually took them moderately hot, and with pretty strong soap. She said she liked them about the same way. She filled my enema bag, holding the bar of soap in the stream of water flowing into the bag. She then hung the full bag from a hook on the back of the door, and allowed the air in the tubing to run out into the sink. While she was doing this, I got completely undressed, spread a towel on the floor, and laid down on it. She lubricated the nozzle, and then came over to me and gently inserted the tip. She opened the clip, and asked me how fast I wanted it to fill me, and whether I was used to taking the whole bag. I told her I usually had to stop the flow several times before the full contents of the bag had run into me. She then asked me how long I held the water, and I told her that I usually could only hold the first one for 4-5 minutes, but then I could usually hold the later ones for 10-15 minutes.

I said "My Mom always told me you had to hold it for 10-15 minutes, if you wanted it to really work."

She asked how many enemas I usually took in a session, and I said usually either 3 or 4. She told me she took the enemas twice a week, and usually took 3 in a session. She used liquid Castile soap, like the doctors use when prepping you for a barium enema. She also said she usually started with 2 or 2 1/2 quarts for the first one, then followed with 2 enemas of 3 or 3 1/2 quarts. She said the pressure of a full, 3 1/2 quart enema was really quite an experience, and it gave you a phenomenal cleaning out! I told her I could really believe that! She then asked me how I was doing, and I said I really couldn't hold it much longer. She said I should roll over, and she'd rub my belly. I rolled over, and she saw my huge erection, and my swollen belly.

She gently rubbed my belly for a minute or so, and then I had to jump up on the toilet and expel. I sat there for about 15 minutes, just gushing and plopping, while we talked. She told me that she had had a few enemas when she was a kid, and didn't mind them, but didn't really feel any attraction to them, either. Then, when she was 15, she started working as a 'candy striper' at the local hospital. While working there, she occasionally helped some of the nurses prep patients for surgery or barium enemas, and finally helped during some of the barium enemas. She also noticed that a number of the male patients had huge erections when their colons were filled. A little later, she had a female patient who was being prepped for a barium enema, and although this woman tried to 'tone it down', it was pretty obvious that she had an orgasm while the warm soapy water was flowing into her. She asked one of the nurses there whether this was common, and was told it was fairly common, and that a lot of nurses took enemas for their own pleasure. Hmmm, this certainly interested her, and so she gave herself some enemas at home when no one was around, and found them to be VERY pleasurable! After about a year of experimenting, she started taking enemas quite regularly, and was totally hooked on them.

About this time, I was finished on the pot, and finally got around to asking her her name - it was Dawn. Dawn asked me if I might like to try out a little stronger soap, and more volume. I said "Sure!" (After all, if that little girl could take almost 4 quarts, I should be able to, too. Or, so I thought.) Anyway, she opened up the little cardboard box she had been carrying, and pulled out a large, clear plastic bag, with a long, clear hose, and a molded plastic tip with a bulb on the end. Dawn said it was the type of equipment they used at the hospital for large cleansing enemas and barium enemas. She filled the bag with very warm water, and then measured into it a small amount of yellow liquid from a bottle marked "Castile Enema Soap Concentrate". She then capped the opening in the bag and started to flip it end for end, as the water in it immediately turned white and foamy. She then hung it on the door, and let the air out of the tube. She lubricated the tube, and told me to get into the 'knee-chest' position.

She had to instruct me in how to get into this position, with my rear way up in the air, and my head down on the towel. She said it allowed gravity to help get the water deep into my colon. She inserted the N-tip and opened the clamp. I could really feel the water POURING into my bowels, but the great warmth of it was quite soothing. I took most of the bag in just a couple of minutes, but the pressure was mounting, and my belly was actually getting tight! I took just about 3 quarts when I told Dawn I could take no more! She suggested I roll over, and she'd massage my belly. After I was on my back, mercifully with the N-tip still there for me to hold onto the enema with, she started to massage my very full belly. She then took the vaseline jar, and smeared vaseline onto my erect penis. She slowly stroked it, taking her time exciting me, until I just couldn't stand the pressure much more, and begged her to let me expel. Instead, she gripped me harder, and started to stroke my penis more rapidly, and I shot semen all over myself, from my face all the way down to my belly. I then jumped up and got on the toilet, as she reached between my legs, and slowly worked the N-tip out of me. I exploded the big enema into the toilet, gasping at the feeling of relief as the pressure in my belly declined.

It took quite a few minutes to get it all out, and Dawn wiped all the semen off of me as I sat there. Then, she started filling her big bag again, and washed the N-tip carefully with soap. After hanging her bag on the door, she also filled my bag, but added the Castile soap instead of my Ivory. She also hung that bag from the door. She then stripped off her clothes in just a few seconds, and handed me her N-tip, and the vaseline. I lubricated the nozzle, and then she got on her hands and knees on the towel, and presented her rear to me. I gently eased the N-tip into her rear, and then asked if she was ready for the water. She said, "Oh, yes, I'm ready like I've never been before! I've been waiting for this for years!" I opened the clamp, and she lowered her head, and just lay there, breathing a little heavily, as the water gushed into her.

In just a minute or so, the bag gurgled. She had taken 3 1/2 Quarts of hot, soapy water! Just like it was nothing! She asked me to remove the N-tip, and I said "Do you need me off the toilet first?" Dawn said "No, I can hold it just fine, and I don't need to drag that 'tail' around." I finished up, and got off the pot anyway. Dawn administered a good, 2 Quart soapy enema to me, and I was really enjoying it. After it was all in me, she removed the enema nozzle, and asked me to roll over. We lay there for a couple of minutes, rubbing each other's tummies, and it was very nice.

I didn't know how far Dawn intended to go, and I didn't want to push things, as this was already the most fun I'd ever had. Dawn wrapped her arms around me, and we hugged very tightly for a minute or so, and then she said "Do you have a condom?" I got one out of my wallet, opened it, and put it on. Dawn laid on her back, and opened her legs. I took no time in climbing on top of her, and we had the most earthshaking sex that could be imagined. Even though I'd been brought to a wild climax just 30 minutes before, I had no trouble reaching a fantastic orgasm again, and neither did Dawn.

We lay there for a minute, catching our breath, and Dawn asked me if I wanted to expel first. I was rather amazed, as she had taken more water than I did, and had taken it before she gave me my enema, but she said she was in no hurry to let it out. I was getting a bit crampy from the Castile soap, and so I got onto the pot, and began expelling. After I'd let quite a bit out, but wasn't yet empty, Dawn asked if she could get on the pot, now. I got up and let her expel. While she was letting it out, I knelt next to the toilet, and started rubbing her rounded belly. I then began to rub her breasts, and she began to moan and rock forward and back. I slipped a few fingers between her tightly closed legs, and found her clitoris. It only took a few seconds of rubbing her nipples and clit to bring her to a big, groaning orgasm. As I did, the water gushing out of her pulsated with the pelvic contractions of her climax. We then kissed and hugged tightly until she was done expelling her water. I then got back on the pot and finished emptying myself.

Dawn told me she usually took her enemas every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. She asked me if I wanted to join her at those times, for fun and games. I, of course, said "YES!" Dawn said she had some more of the big hospital bags, and would bring an extra along for me, next time! We did this for several years, and also went to her dorm on Wednesday nights, when everything was pretty settled down, and took a shower together.