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Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 20:10:01 -0500
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Part 1
I am a 43 year old female anal erotic. This is a journaling of my
introduction into the world of anal eroticism. I can recall my
first anal induced orgasms occurred when I was in eighth grade.
My parents are very wealthy and sent me off to an all girls
boarding school in the South rather than deal with my rebellious
teenage bullshit. I lived in a dorm with students my age and
older, up to high school seniors. The older students were
supposed to act as sort of big sisters to the younger kids,
although there was always the role of superiority and
quasi-dominance that came into play. They called it "respect".

The dorm rooms were much like two hotel rooms back to back, only
with a large common bathroom between allowing access from either
room. The bathroom had a shower/tub as well as a large multi head
shower booth. There was a doublewide marble vanity with a full
width mirror and a potty.

One morning, I was feeling a need to exert my independence and
decided to skip my first class and get some sack time instead. I
rolled out of bed about ten o'clock. Feeling kind of hungry, I
went out into the hallway to get a candy bar out of the snack
machines. I was trying to be as quiet as possible lest I garner
the attention of the house mother whose suite was across the hall
from the vending area. Klink, klink, klunk. The vending machine
dispensed the chocolaty snack.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the sound of a door being
unlocked and before I could duck out of site there stood Broom
Hilda aka house mom. Damn. Busted. She inquired as to what I was
doing and why I wasn't in class. I always prided myself on my
ability to think on my feet so I stammered out something about
not feeling good, sick to my stomach; yes that was it. She glared
at the recently dispensed candy bar in my hand and inquired as to
my intent. Before I could reply, she grabbed my arm and directed
that I visit the school nurse immediately. I was marched to the
clinic location where I was turned over to the student assistant
Beth, a senior I recognized from the adjacent room I shared a
bathroom with. She was interested in a career as a health care
worker and assisted in the clinic as a practicum. She inquired as
to the nature of my illness, and I stuck to my story so as to not
get into any further trouble. I explained that I wasn't feeling
well, my stomach didn't feel right. I was taken to an exam room
where I was told to take my clothes off and put a skimpy paper
gown on. I tried to indicate that all that attention was not
necessary, and I was feeling better already. Beth invoked her
role as a senior and explained that the school had a policy to
check out all medical complaints and it would be wise for me to
shut up and do as she said.

I shed my clothes and unfolded the gown, awkwardly trying to
figure which appendage went in what hole. The rough paper
scratched against my nipples made hard by the coolness of the
exam room. What a curious feeling. I hopped up on the table and
waited for the doctor to appear. After about fifteen minutes, the
doctor appeared and introduced herself. She inquired as to the
nature of my stomach ailment and as I explained how much better I
was feeling, the subject of my eating habits came up. Apparently
the tale of the vending machine preceded me. She invited me to
lay down on the table and began her exam. She pressed on my
stomach and abdomen, mumbling to herself in tones of agreement,
as if her exam was conferming her diagnosis.

She moved to the end of the table, and fitted it with stirrups.
As my feet were guided into them, the bottom of the table dropped
away and my private parts were now afforded full and unfettered
access. She moved to a side table where she donned rubber exam
gloves. I did not like the looks of this situation. A small
package of lube was torn open and applied to the gloves. She
moved back into a position between my legs. She asked if I had
ever been examined down there. I replied that I had not. She
explained that I would feel a little pressure as the exam
progressed, but it should not be uncomfortable. Then two fingers
were inserted into my vagina as she pressed on my stomach. While
I was technically still a virgin, I usually only masturbated with
one finger or a tampon and the insertion was producing unusual
feelings in my crotch. She withdrew her fingers and then began to
lubricate my anal opening. Sure enough, two well lubricated
fingers were inserted in there as she pressed on my stomach and
abdomen some more.

She withdrew her fingers and removed her rubber gloves with a
snap. She moved from her position between my legs to a position
behind my head where I could not see what she was doing. I heard
her running some water and I assumed she was washing her hands. A
few moments later she returned carrying a bulging red rubber bag
with a rubber tube attached to the bottom and a small hard
plastic piece attached to the end. She asked me if I had ever had
an enema before. The mere word sent shivers up my spine. An
ENEMA! The things I had heard of about them from others ranged
from awful to sexy. While I was curious, I never had the
facilities to actually have one. I explained that I had never had
one and she began to describe the procedure in purely medical
terms adding that a lot of girls who were away from home for the
first time needed them because they had adopted poor eating
habits. She raised a pole from the end of the table and hung the
bag there; taking the tube with the nozzle she lubricated the end
and guided it toward my anus. It went in without difficulty
sensing only the change in temperature of the nozzle from my
body.

A clamp in the rubber hose holding the water back was released
and a warm tingly feeling began to build within my body. Then the
worst thing happened. The nozzle began to slip from my anus. I
guess what with all the lube and having two fingers stretch my
hole open just moments ago, the small nozzle had no chance. Plop.
Out it came spraying water all over my ass, the table and now the
floor. The doctor quickly retrieved the flopping hose and shut
the clamp. She called for Beth to assist in the procedure. Beth
responded between my legs at the end of the table where the
doctor warned her that it was probably not a good place to stand
lest she get sprayed by an errant expulsion, not to mention the
puddle on the floor from the nozzle mishap. Beth was positioned
at my right side with her left arm draped across my abdomen, her
hand in direct contact with my pussy as she held the nozzle
firmly in it's proper place. The clamp was again released and the
squishy feeling of the water entering my body resumed. As the
pressure built I squirmed a little to get comfortable. I became
more aware of the feelings in my pussy as it brushed up against
Beth's hand. I was getting really turned on by the whole scene.

It seemed like it took forever to finish the whole bag, but I did
so without cramping. Beth removed the nozzle and instructed me
not to do anything for ten minutes. About half way through, I
felt the need to go and cum building. I wiggled a little more to
ease both feelings. Finally it was time. Beth helped me from the
table and lead me to the bathroom to release the softened waste
along with the enema water. My fingers found my swollen clit and
massaged it as the water flowed from me. As I began to cum, the
torrents of water pulsated in rhythm in unison with my orgasm. I
wiped and exited the restroom to find Beth standing outside
smiling. I wonder if she heard me coming?


Part 2
So after my experience at the campus nurses office the other day,
my curiosities for enemas was peaked. As it was, Beth (the
assistant at the nurse's office) also lived in my residence hall.
She had mentioned in passing that the doctor wanted her to check
up on my situation occasionally to insure my eating habits were
not causing me any additional health problems. Later that week I
passed her on campus and she asked me how I was doing. I replied
that I was fine and had learned a lesson about eating properly.
She seemed glad to hear of my progress and asked me if I wanted
to help her do some learning. She explained that as part of her
practicum she was required to administer enemas to a practice
patient and asked if I would like to play the role of the
patient. I felt very unsure of how to respond, having had an
orgasm as a result of my last enema experience and being a little
embarrassed by the whole situation yet wanting to try it again on
my own terms. I indicated that I would have to think about it and
get back to her as I really needed to get going and get to class.
She reminded me of her upper classmanship and that it was not a
good idea to refuse a request out of respect for an
upperclassman. Not wanting to make any more waves in my academic
career, I hesitatingly agreed and asked when this practice had to
occur. She indicated that it would be better to do later in the
day and said that I should arrive in her room at 9:00 that night.
As I went about my daily routine, my panties moistened in
anticipation of the event that would occur later tonight.

Having been summoned by Beth, I arrived as scheduled. She locked
the door behind me after my entry into her room. She explained
that it wouldn't be a good idea to be interrupted during the
process. She had the stereo playing some music with deep bass and
drums like they play as ambient noise for parties. After some
small talk she invited me to disrobe and she would begin to
prepare the enema in the private bath of her room. I squeaked out
of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and joined her
in her bathroom. I was surprised to find she had also removed her
clothes before I entered the bathroom. She said that she felt it
might remove the embarrassment factor she sensed I experienced if
we were both naked. How perceptive of her.

I observed her wash basin filled with steaming water made cloudy
by a bar of soap floating in it and a rather ominous object
setting on the vanity next to it. The object had a rather large
red rubber ball at the base and a thick round tube extending up
about eight inches from the top of the ball. The tube had small
holes all round the blunt end of the tube opposite the bulb. Beth
explained that this was a bulb type douche appliance that could
be used for enemas as well. I asked why she couldn't just use the
thing that she used in the office with the bag and the hose. She
explained that her practicum required her to administer several
different types of enemas to gain a broad range of experience. It
was clear that this event would not be done on my terms. She then
instructed me to bend over her vanity. As I did I could feel the
warmth of the water rising from the basin on my face and breathed
the fragrant aroma of the soapy water. My breasts rested on the
cool marble surface of the vanity making my nipples hard. I
observed her reflection on the large mirror affixed to the wall
in front of the vanity as she put on rubber gloves and squeezed
some clear jelly on two of her fingers. She smeared the slick
jelly on my anal area. She then told me to relax my hole and
expect a little pressure as she pushed her two fingers in and
spread the slippery stuff inside me.

The top end of the nozzle from the device setting on the vanity
counter was then submersed in the basin of water and the red
rubber ball squeezed. The air in the ball escaped through the
holes around the blunt end of the tube, creating small bubbles on
the surface of the water. When the ball was squeezed flat, it was
released and water from the basin was drawn into the device with
a sucking sound. Beth positioned herself behind me and I could
feel the hard plastic nozzle at the entrance to my rectum. Beth
told me to again relax my hole and the tip of the nozzle was
inserted into my sphincter. It felt OK and then curious feelings
in my pussy began to return as the shaft of the device slid
through my hole and into my body. Beth told me she was going to
begin administering the enema and squeezed the red rubber bulb. I
could sense that swimming feeling inside my body as the fluid
filled my rectum. Beth then told me that she was going to remove
the nozzle and that I should tighten my hole to keep the fluid
from releasing too soon.

Well, that wasn't so bad I told Beth as I stood up and turned
toward the toilet. She informed me that my enema was not over and
that the entire basin of water would be put up my ass before I
would be allowed to relieve myself. Beth took me and forcefully
bent me over the vanity again and began another cycle of filing
the device. Over and over again my sphincter was penetrated by
the device and bulbfull after of bulbfull of water squirted in my
ass. It became difficult to hold it all in. The constant
clenching and releasing of my anus was arousing me. Beth had
sensed this and suggested that it could help the process if I
were to distract myself from all the goings on by masturbating a
little. So, she HAD heard me cumming when I expelled in the
nurse's restroom. My hand found it's way to my crotch and began
to massage my clit.
As the last of the water was drawn into the device, Beth informed
me that sometimes a patient needs a little help holding the enema
in so it could do it's work. She said that she has found that
that leaving the large nozzle inside the patient helps to plug
the water up inside. She moved behind me and inserted the nozzle
into my body and then positioned her pubic mons directly on the
red rubber squeeze bulb. She began to move her hips in and press
against the bulb with her clit forcing the water into my body.
She then moved her hips away allowing a little water to return
into the bulb causing a curious feeling only to be followed by
another thrust of her hips to send another pulse of water jetting
into my ass. She was fucking me in the ass with the enema bulb!
Her thrusts were met by my eager ass as I fingered my clit in
rhythm. We both had an orgasam and fell onto the floor, our knees
weakened from the orgasm. As my ass crashed to the floor the
nozzle was shoved fully up my ass one last time before it fell
out as I rolled over.

We lay on the floor for a few moments before I realized - I had
an ass full of water to get rid off. I scurried over to the
toilet and began to expel. As the torrents began to subside, Beth
came over to me and sat strattled legged on top of me on the
toilet and gently kissed me and began to take a piss. The warmth
of her piss on my body enhanced the afterglow of the orgasm we
had just had. We retreated to the shower to wash up and as we
soaped each other up Beth asked me if I would be interested in
joining a sort of secret sorority she belonged to. She thought I
would enjoy it very much, but explained that there would be an
initiation ritual I would have to endure...

R. B.

  		 	   		

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