After the experiences I related in "My First Sex Enema", posted in this
newsgroup, the enema bag became an indispensable part of our sex lives.
After about a week of filling my ass with my two quart bag, and douche
nozzle, my girlfriend suddenly started receiving packages from someplace in
Hartford. Within about two months, we also had a three quart hospital style
bag, a four quart enema
 bag, and a one pint squeeze syringe, which came
with a very large nozzle. We also had several nozzles, in varying shapes and
sizes. I still found taking enemas exquisitely humiliating, but my
constipation problem wasn't going to go away, enemas were the only solution,
and the sex we had while my ass was full of water was fantastic, so I
learned to love them.

After a few months, she was giving me enemas every day, and I was happier
than I'd ever been. We got a week off from college, and decided to spend it
at her mother's house. Knowing that her mother and younger sister lived
there, I assumed that it was going to be an arid week, but she packed
several bags and nozzles for the trip, as well as a large jar of Vaseline,
and told me we'd have lots of opportunity. Needless to say, I was very glad
to hear it.

Her mother and sister greeted us when we arrived that afternoon, and I was
surprised to see how young her mother was, and how attractive. Her sister,
who had just turned 18, and was a senior in high school, could have been my
girlfriend's twin, which is to say, she was beautiful. We got acquainted for
about an hour or so over a bottle of wine, and all seemed to be getting on
quite well. Suddenly, the entire mood changed, at least for me, when I heard
my girlfriend telling her mother and sister that we'd been traveling all
day, and she hadn't had a chance to give me my enema. She wanted to know if
she had time to do so before dinner. I nearly choked on my wine, and the
world seemed to stand still.

Her mother gave me a very warm smile, and said that she wouldn't think of
making me eat while I was plugged up, and we should go right upstairs, so I
could get my enema. She must have seen how embarrassed I was, because she
went on to say it nothing to be ashamed of, and that her late husband, my
girlfriend's father, had had the same trouble. She told me I was very lucky
to have an understanding girlfriend, and that we should go and "enjoy
ourselves". My girlfriend's sister giggled, and I could just stammer out a
thank you. I went upstairs and got undressed in a daze, unable to believe
that I was about to get an enema, and that two other women in the house knew
it.

I put a towel on the bed, laid down on my belly, and waited for my enema
like someone in a trance. I didn't even realize my girlfriend was in the
room until she started greasing me up. I turned, startled, and saw that she
had the 3 quart bag filled, and a fairly large nozzle already lubricated.
She apologized for not having warned me, but told me that her mother,
sister, and she always told each other everything, and that they knew all
about our sex lives. As she slipped the nozzle into me, she told me that her
father had chronic constipation, as I did, and that she and her sister were
used to seeing him with the nozzle in his ass.

The significance of this didn't escape me, and as she turned the water on, I
asked if they were going to expect to see me that way. She just smiled. I
was thoroughly humiliated, and unbearably turned on, by the enema and by the
fact that the others knew I was getting it, and couldn't talk anymore. I
took the whole bag, all three quarts, and my girlfriend had just removed the
nozzle, when the door opened, and her sister walked in! Cool as bedamned,
she told my girlfriend that their mother wanted her in the kitchen to help
with something. My girlfriend gave me a smile, and asked if I'd mind jerking
myself off this time, so she could help her mother. I managed to stammer out
something, which she took as yes. Just as she left, she told her sister to
stay with me, and be sure that I held it in for at least fifteen minutes,
however fast I came.

At first, I could only stare at my girlfriend's sister, who'd come into the
room and sat down next to me on the bed. After a moment, she giggled and
told me I looked so intense. I gargled out some nonsense or other, which
made her laugh more. She said I shouldn't be so shy, I had a really cute
ass, and having an enema inside it only made it cuter. She asked all sorts
of questions about the enema I'd just taken: how many quarts, how it felt,
etc., and then even more questions about my enemas in general: how often I
got them, what was the largest enema I'd ever taken, the longest I'd ever
held one in, etc. How I managed to answer I'll never know!

After about five minutes of this, she mentioned that she loved to watch men
jerk off, and wasn't I horny? I admitted it, which humiliated me more than
ever, and she told me to go ahead, patting me on the ass. Somehow, I rolled
over onto my back. My cock, of course, was fully erect and throbbing. Seeing
it brought more giggles from her. She egged me on a little, not that I
needed much urging. I came almost instantly, at which she told me to roll
back onto my belly, as I still had to hold my enema in for a while longer.
She actually kept me there until I'd held in my enema for about 20 minutes,
when she told me I could go to the bathroom.

As I left, she told me she couldn't wait to see me again.