Here is my story, exactly as it happened and some incidents over the past 17 years. All characters are over 18

In high school I had a best friend named Jenny, we had been friends through grade school and were now at the same high school as seniors although not in the same class. For as long as I could remember Jenny had talked about being given enemas by her mom, something I had never heard from and in fact I didn't know what an enema was apart from Jenny's descriptions of what happened. The thought of something being put up my bottom and having water squirted up there sure didn't impress me.

One day while having lunch Jenny told me that her mom had said that she was now old enough to give herself enemas and the evening before she had given it to herself. She proceeded to tell me that her mom had been given enemas by her mom and at 18 she had been encouraged to take over the procedure herself just like Jenny was. I must confess by this time I was becoming very curious and eventually asked Jenny to show me this enema thing that she continually talked about, and arranged to meet her at her house after school. I called at her house and was invited in and to my horror she shouted to her mom “Sally is here and I'm going to show her my new enema” to which her mom replied without any emotion “ that's good dear” We went up the stairs to Jenny's bedroom and she proceeded to pull from her drawer a box which she opened and there inside was what looked like a hot water bag and some rubber hose. Jenny assembled all this to show me how it worked making sure she showed me the three nozzles that came with it. The explanations and descriptions started to make me curious and I asked many questions about how it felt and what happened after etc., and as I went home my head was in a whirl thinking about what having an enema was all about.

The next day at school I was still asking questions and I have to confess was starting to fantasize about having an enema myself, until I eventually told Jenny that I was curious about them and could like to try it some time. Jenny told me that her parents would be going out on Friday evening and if I liked to come over she would let me watch her having her enema, an invitation I eagerly accepted. All that week Jenny kept telling me how much she was looking forward to her enema and in fact that I would be the only one who had seen her having one apart from her mom and grandma.

Friday came and I arrived at Jenny's house about 6 p.m. just as her parents were going out, and we were given strict instructions that no boys were to be invited, not likely with what we had in mind. Jenny took me up to the bathroom and proceeded to lay out her enema gear putting a double layer of towels on the floor and getting dressed in just a tee shirt no bra or panties. She filled up the red bag with water and then pumped two squirts of liquid hand soap into the bag, mixing it all up and then hanging the bag on a hook on the towel rail. I looked at the nozzle she was going to use and it was the douche nozzle from the three that she had, and she proceeded to fit this to the end of the rubber hose which I estimated to be about 6 feet long. She then laid on her side on the towels and lubricated her anus and the nozzle with liberal amounts of Vaseline. She said to me “Here we go” and she inserted the nozzle right up her bottom and she clicked the clamp on the hose open. I couldn't believe my eyes here was my best friend laying on the bathroom floor with a nozzle up her ass and a red hose running back to a bulging bag hanging on the towel rail. I have to admit it looked so funny but also nice in a way and quite erotic. Jenny rolled over onto her back and I could see the nozzle buried in her bottom and also I could see her pussy that looked quite moist and I must also admit I was starting to become as aroused as a 15 year old could. I watched spellbound as the bag shrunk in size and couldn't believe that all that water was flowing into Jenny's bowels she was obviously enjoying this as she closed her eyes and looked real peaceful occasionally uttering that's so good. Eventually the bag was empty and Jenny removed the nozzle and sat on the John, at this stage I left her to evacuate in peace but what I had witnessed had made a lasting impression on my mind. After she had finished she asked me to come into her moms room and she showed me her douche syringe and her enema bag also another enema that she used which I now know to be a higginson syringe. She reached up to the top shelf of the closet and pulled down an enamel can with hose attached and told me that was grandmas enema that she had used right up until she died at the age of 97.

The following week Jenny again invited me to come over ,and as she described ”Talk to me while I have my enema”, an invitation I couldn't refuse but this time I had psyched myself up to ask her if I could try one, something I didn't need to do as she asked me if I would like to try one myself. The preparations were the same as the week before but instead of Jenny filling the bag for my enema she filled a bowl of water and got the higginson out saying it was better for the first. I watched as she put the end in the water and pumped the bulb until the water squirted out the nozzle. I really was quite scared but still wanted to experience this thing that Jenny talked about all the time. I removed my jeans and panties and laid on the towels on my left side while jenny made the final preparations she put Vaseline on my bottom and the gently slipped the nozzle right in. She used the standard enema nozzle saying I wasn't experienced enough for the long one, and then she started to pump the bulb. The first two or three squirts I didn't feel and then this incredible feeling started to flood me in the lower area. She rolled me onto my back and continued pumping this water into me, while I got more excited and very wet between my legs something I hadn't experienced to that extent before. I was almost disappointed when she told me that all the water had gone and she removed the nozzle, and pointed me to the john.

I exploded on the john and the feeling was just so incredible I couldn't resist starting to massage myself around the clit and I had my first orgasm.

Well Jenny and I eventually had a regular date on a Friday night and continued giving each other enemas for over 5 years until I went away to college. By this time I had bought myself a range of enema gear and Jenny likewise and we had real fun, To hell with boys they couldn't please us like this and I just couldn't imagine any boy being into enemas, I know different now . One of our favorite activities was to fill both enema bags up and connect them together running a hose to each of us and filling together while laying close and giving each other much pleasure. We discovered the pleasure of inflatable nozzle nozzles and I recall one day going to Jenny's apartment and seeing her doing ironing with a inflatable nozzle nozzle in herself and the bag hanging on a hook from the laundry cupboard yes she was filling herself while doing the chores and enjoying it too. I remember one day after both having a couple of enemas Jenny filled herself again and put another nozzle on the end of her hose which she put into me and we laid together passing the water between us both for over an hour.

Unfortunately Jenny and I live well apart from each other, we still keep in touch and with the advent of the internet still share experiences together She is now married to someone who isn't into enemas, something I thought would be a pre requisite for any man that she met, it sure is for me, but I haven't met him yet, someday I hope