When a nurse friend's daughter was in nursing school herself, she asked me if I would allow "a few classmates" to give me enemas for practice. Her mom is a nurse practitioner, and has a home office with full exam/treatment room. Having spent many happy hours on their exam table, and hoping her classmates were as attractive as her, I readily agreed. The session was scheduled for all day Saturday, and I showed up at 8:00 AM to find six eager student nurses, plus my hostess set up and ready for me. She had asked me to skip my morning BM so she could demonstrate how a real patient session might go.
I was given a disposable gown, and undressed and put it on. She helped me onto her table, and placed me in Simms. I was lubed, then she inserted the catheter of the disposable 2 liter enema. In no time, a warm solution was flowing. She went through what to do if I complained of pain, which I faked for their enlightenment, and soon the 2 liters were in me. We talked about allowing it to work for 5-10 minutes, then I released into a bedpan. Everyone watched as I released, then inspected the results before disposing of them in the toilet. I noticed that a really cute Hispanic gal seemed to be particularly attentive and enthusiastic.
I returned after cleaning up, and that student asked to go first. She actually took her time lubing me, and basically finger-fucked me before inserting a fresh catheter. She rubbed the small of me back as the liquid flowed in, and helped me to the toilet to release. She stayed with me as I released, and enthusiastically viewed my output. The rest of that day's enemas were unremarkable, but quite enjoyable.
About a week later, I got a phone call. The voice was vaguely familiar, and she identified herself as Veronica. After my confused silence, she hastily added that she was one of the nursing students, and that Emily had given her my number. She was, of course the cute Hispanic gal who obviously enjoyed her work. She finally got around to asking me how I thought she did, and I said it was a very good job. Then, she said, "I really enjoyed doing that, and wondered if you might let me practice again." Naturally I said yes, and she came over that evening in her uniform for dinner, followed by giving me a great SSE. Again, she wanted to sit with me in the bathroom, and looked at what I had done. She then blew me away with, "You seem to enjoy the enemas. Most people complain. I am curious about what they feel like. Would it be OK if you gave me one?" It was a fun night. I had hopes of it coming to something more, but it was a one night stand.