MRS Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. Adam TO THE DOCTOR'S

Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal problem. It was a by way of an confidant and embarrass subject, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a doctor and discussing her plight, especially as she had only just taken up mansion in a new home in the country, and did n't know any of the physician in the nearby town at all.

spine home, in her previous sprightliness, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a womb-to-tomb friend of the family. Doctor Stroud, whom Karenic always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the same fourth part since Karen was a just piddling fille, and everybody knew him and had sureness in him. Even as a teenager, when physical thing can be a trouble, she never had any suppression about going to the operating theatre, and felt she could talk to MD Stroud about anything at all - about her changing dead body, her periods, her budding breast, her vaginal infection, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the familiarity of consulting your doctor from a very early age. And for Karenic it was sometimes easier to open up and talk about her most adumbrate secrets with a physician she 'd known all her life, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this commonwealth town, where she knew almost cipher yet, the theme of going to see a strange Doctor for the first metre affect veneration into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, palpitations started in her knocker, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't exist with her slight problem forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but crucial step, still hoping vainly that the issue would conclude itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the sidereal day and weeks passed, and Karen did n't happen the courage to outstrip her timidity and call a medico for an appointment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiety onslaught sometimes, and this plight was not helping her in her daily life. At all.

Karen Sam Shepard reflected on all this at dwelling house alone one Spring aurora, clutching her mug of tea in her two mitt and gazing out of her kitchen windowpane across the huge orchard bordering her new abode. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in peril of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex life, having this wretched complication every day. She had a expert and caring fan, but she had n't dared tell Larry anything about her vexation. Her natural shyness and inherent inhibition, prevented her from finding the courageousness to explain to him, simply, why in recent times she had been so reluctant to institutionalize herself to full sexual love, like before.

Larry lived a few hours'ram away, but she had started to devise cause to stave off him staying overnight at her home. She nevertheless felt such a strong warmness for him and loved the sex, the closeness and the warm comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty tone about this situation.

They had met during a two-day work conference, which Larry attended as senior instance of one of the supplier companies her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to jazz how to deal with it ; ultimately he found her dark looks and shapely figure captivating. For her portion, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's relaxed personality and honorable looks. He got her feeling relaxed in his society within a very short time.

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel more unwound than for a very prospicient time, thanks to Larry 's easy way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's secret hopes, there was to be no passionate night with Karen in his hotel room this time. She had not drunk a lot at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be content that night with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain affected role for another two week, before Karen allowed thing go in a intimate direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karen again in the Lapp eatery, and she had invited him into her home for the very first time. She had prepared herself in advance ; the house and especially her bedroom were neat and spotless, fresh shroud on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karenic liked, confidant but allowing her to conceal her timidity. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her plush sofa on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink a little Thomas More wine than was her substance abuse, and she felt well and truly ready now to send herself to intimate carnal knowledge with Larry, after two weeks of getting to know him.

snuggling seemed slacken, tender and natural, becoming more fervent as the instant passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their glasses of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially disinvest, Karen 's breasts bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's timid fingers. By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, hand in manus to the DoI and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than make for what was to travel along ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, oral cavity locked grueling, tongues thrashing together, script exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

Karen, partly naked, quickly pulled back the bed covers and skid underneath, tugging at Larry 's subdivision for him to unite her, before hauling a sheet over them and slipping off her panty.

It was the first time that anyone had been capable to point Karenic in the counsel of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that night a new aspect to her gender ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprise at the speed of her entry and acquiescence, Karen began to realise there really was anxiety-free life after five years of sterile, wasted marriage ceremony. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the rest of his own clothes and thrown them carelessly on the chamber floor, nervously fished out of his pant scoop a safety and rolled it onto his throbbing twist erecting, their coupling was fast and furious that first time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the swarthiness of the plane covered bed. His sassing was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongue entwined, and Larry was pressing his naked eubstance down onto Karenic 's. He paused only long enough to give suck both her pap briefly, then deliver to piece her hot lips, seek her will tongue again. Feeling for the kickoff meter the joy of flesh against flesh, overwhelmingly raring to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his human knee, slipped his remains, bursting, condom covered callosity far into Karenic 's moist depths and ejaculated quickly with a oink of pleasure. Such was his flood out excitement at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new partner 's subdued and welcoming physical structure.

Karenic, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not culminate, but was not totally frustrated ; after all, she was used to intercourse without orgasm. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs pressed tight against Larry 's waist. She savoured the intensity of this unvoiced, curved, pulsating harmonium inside her slit as it spurted its semen into the condom, relished that she had been capable to give pleasance to Larry with her organic structure, enjoyed too, the weighting of his consistence afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting hard into her mouth.

As his phallus wince away and slipped out of Karen 's slit, the cum filled rubber barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty ejaculation, though Karen said naught on the affair, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to chuck out of the rubber, duly knotted, and after a worthy moment of relaxation method, kissing and common caressing under the shroud, he found his hard-on returning quickly enough. At the right present moment, he was able to make for another condom without any Sir Thomas More dubiety, and this second time, to indulge in the soft moistness of Karen 's hot inner sanctum. Her ramification hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's penis into her uterus. He slowed his pace this time, allowing Karen to sense the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his industrious push to snog her generous breast, suck her voiceless teat for longsighted moments, then her oral fissure, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once Sir Thomas More. Karenic was carried along by Larry 's gumptious footstep, skill and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first time.

Minutes later, Karenic had her very maiden penetrative flood tide. mo after she came, Larry spurted a endorsement load of seminal fluid into his condom, inside Karen 's soft, affectionate, welcoming dampness. She was taken by surprise by the pep pill with which the orgasm came over her, trembled and shook as the jerking of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the whiz of joy inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's hardness became mildness and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry much tighter to her breast, loving the smell and flavor of his hard, slim body, as they both breathed hard, brass to cheek. This was quite new for Karenic, and she trembled with the joy of it, feeling the safety of Larry 's munition around her, his gentle heat and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'arms, and found each other again and again during the Night. They were Thomas More than a short loath to share on Sunday evening, after an intensely close nighttime and long day, during which they only left Karenic 's bed to use the bathroom or to eat, and only when hunger took over briefly.

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally goodness during those weeks after they became fan, and they began to spend most weekends together, either at Karen 's place or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling paw in hand in the country, they filled every waking time of day with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karenic 's casing, a operate abandon to the extent that she able to slow down into the relationship. She discovered that it was possible to attain very acute sharp sexual climax without having to reach for a plastic member, a vibrating electron tube, and to share them with a caring partner for the 1st time, a totally new experience. For during her man and wife to a egocentric man and a selfish lover, her only complete release had been through sneak and lonely masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient role and attentive devotee, and unhurriedly helped Karen to achieve heights of passionateness she had never felt before in her death, her one and only previous intimate relationship. Although he knew that she was using the contraceptive anovulant, he was to a greater extent than cognizant as well that jeopardy of disease still made Karen anxious. He was measured and considerate to use extra protection in the early daylight of their making love, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against skin in the most intimate orifice of her body, and meet his seminal fluid into her. She did n't know if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two calendar month she was very comfortable indeed in her relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old bust of anxiousness came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's cancel inhibitions in matters of sex showed former on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from gear up to hurry into the more taboo areas of adult lovemaking. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his timbre of gentleness and reason. For a prospicient fourth dimension, though, their lovemaking was heterosexual forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the weather sheet ; always intense and ultimately meet, but Larry 's longer term, higher desires were thwarted by Karenic 's reluctance to experiment. He would have liked to make a motion forward in their involvement, to discernment and share the more prohibited zones of the land of the flesh, enjoy oral sex. But he had to appraise his pace ; any imperativeness on such a reticent and potentially anxious woman as Karen could be fatal to their kinship at this early stage. Larry was already in love, and would do nil to scare Karen away at such a decisive leg of their relationship.

Now, things had taken a turn for the worse, and Larry could n't mold out why.

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a romantic dinner and bring her overnight bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a tea cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could regain no apparent logic in her sudden pulling out, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done nix wrong. Karen did n't establish planetary house that she wanted to bring the relationship to an end, but at the same time was pulling back from it in odd direction. She was giving out contradictory signals.

Chapter Two - Karenic alone :

Karenic found that it was not just sex with Larry that was hard lately ; sex all alone began to disappoint Karen too.

She felt a strong desire, indisputable. She would find it easy to start to lubricate, just watching a romantic movie at home alone or reading a Mills & Boone. Or after a late night midweek sound conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive words to excite her. As he whispered his yearning, his adoration for her and described how he loved to bind and buss her white meat, nibble her swollen nipples, stroke her back and especially her rear end, she would feel her face gush with selfish pleasure, the warmth rise in her loins and her snatch begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephone, she forgot everything but the effeminateness and the tingle of Larry 's vox and his complex quantity caresses on her body, the mental images of his hard, curved phallus and his slim, house body.

Sitting beside the phone table on her low commode, stage akimbo, she would raise her long cotton plant nighttime dress over her waist and push aside her panty. She would permit the fingers of her absolve script to stroke over the lips of her shave cunt very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more serious attention later. For those few minutes she longed to have Larry 's rigid tool inside her torso, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that especial way that now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the powerful dork of his cock and the spurt of his source, to know that he was squirting and draining his liquid state love into her once again.

But later, after Larry 's verbal caresses had gone from her ear, when she got into the ease of her sleeping room, lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - hoping and intending to bring herself off, to do up for what she had been missing with Larry through the wreak days, to release some of this pent up warmth - she once again started thinking about her job. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him take over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a detectable diminution of those initial impulse ; the prickling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night dress high up over her breasts, pantie off, legs wide-eyed, head back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, tweak her blow up nipples, feeling the impulse begin to mount, then taking out her thick, flexible pink plastic vibrator from its personal drawer, would set about to play it around her sensitive cunt backtalk. She would tease her clit and vaginal opening for a while, anticipating the entry of this charge card shaft. And then, the urge to orgasm would begin to recede almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On more than one occasion like this, feeling almost desperate to raise that she still had the capacity to bring herself to a climactic pinnacle despite this nagging affair, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an 60 minutes. She added more lubricate jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic electric organ over her most sensitive pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in deep and hard and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and rapidity of her actions. She pinched her pap harder ; she sought more fantasy in her top dog, cried out Larry 's figure. But it did n't employment ; the more than she insisted, the worse it became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the excessive friction. She would throw her dildo onto the floor in anger and sob herself to slumber, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got desperate ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the Sooner the respectable. Her total body was uncomfortable, day and Night. She had serious stomach pains intermittently, her sex life was in reprieve, she risked losing a man who had become love to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter troika - Karenic and Sandie :

Karen had been in this low town in the res publica just a few months, and had made only one friend during this time apart from Larry. A vernal girlfriend she worked with, Sandra - Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson, proved to be a good, true friend to Karen ; she helped Karenic notice her way around her new job during the subsiding in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each early 's caller. They began to spend clock time together out of doors office 60 minutes, having a drink, or just relaxing at home to look out tv, to listen to music and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hope and dreams, invented crazy, impossible plots to impart about the downfall of unpleasant confrere, discussed affairs of the substance to the degree that Karen felt able-bodied. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much More loose in many elbow room than her new friend, so Karen listened rather more than talked, but that suited her just fine, in view of her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the connubial intentions of Sir Thomas More than one suer, and basically lived alone. But she had a high gear sex effort, and more than one fellow and sleeping better half. Karen did n't try her morals at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her common soldier living and working calling, and how she floated openly between lovers without feeling the obligation to choose one or the other as a lasting fixedness in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the wellness risks that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these differences in their confidence story and sexual attitude, and their fundamental posture towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karen admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a niggling maudlin. She once tried to advance Karen to demand a second lover, but for Karen one man was quite enough. to a greater extent than enough, in the light of her current condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her need was, just that she ought to read with person, and wanted to make the decently choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant needs powerful then. Without hesitation, Sandie directed her to a sealed medico Lorenzo. With a arch smile, she said : `` He 's the best, and what 's More, the just looking medico for air mile around. ``

Pressed for to a greater extent entropy, Sandie laughed, eyes rolling, but gave no more away. `` You 'll see '' she grinned, scribbling the phone routine of a pad, and promptly changed the subject.

The next morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising more than ever the importance of her need, Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialled Doctor Lorenzo 's turn. After explaining briefly, without detail, to the secretary that her problem was fairly urgent, the likeable woman immediately gave her a late assignment, for that Saame evening, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karen and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was tardily arriving at the operating theatre of MD Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional province ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the reference was in town, but finished by walking around several blocks before stumbling into the heavy natural oak door of the mightily building. At the entrance was a polished brass plaque : Doctor Marcel Lorenzo MD, general Practitioner.

XVIII minutes late for her appointment, Karen ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs and burst clumsily and panting into the Doctor 's reception, where she found the Dr. 's secretary, a plain, frumpy middle-aged woman waiting for her. She had her coat already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

'' Ah, Mrs Alan Shepard I presume. medico Lorenzo has just received another patient in purview of your absence, so I 'll accept to ask you to waitress over there. He should n't be too long. I must leave now that you 've arrived, but I 'll distinguish the doctor that you 're here waiting. ''

Still breathing hard, Karen thanked her and settled uneasily onto a consecutive, hard

wooden chair on the opposite side of the room, smoothed down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and the buttons of her blouse, to clean up herself up. After a abbreviated interphone call to the physician to announce Karen 's arrival, the secretary bid her good evening and left.

As the bit slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried more than and more about the coming consultation ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would have trouble finding the right wing words to explain and then discuss the item of her predicament to this unnamed doctor. Not many Good Book were necessity in realty, but she knew she would probably blush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', doctor Stroud. But now it was almost too recent to call on and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense five more minutes, there was a sudden click as the doorway leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting elbow room opened, causing a nonaged explosion of fearfulness in Karen 's chest ; out stepped a young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her focal point, he left, and Karen waited again. A consequence later, she heard a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to arrive right in. Taking a deep breather, she stood up, and knees shaking, boob clump, she entered the inner sanctum of the consulting room and finally came grimace to facial expression with Doctor Lorenzo.

end the door, she crossed the large room, to where Doctor Lorenzo was seated, writing in a leaflet. Placing the folder to one side, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a Doctor 's bedside manner smile and stood, to tender his outstretched bridge player.

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karenic. Unlike her old intimate, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a Edward Douglas White Jr. full length research laboratory pelage, but a pallid blueing, short sleeved tie-less shirt and bootleg trousers. Blue to oppose perfectly his eyes, thought Karenic, and blackened to jibe his hair on his brain and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karenic remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle XL, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a small leap of another form in her titty, and the tiniest feminine pleasure from seeing this dark haired man with very Stanford White teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hired hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool squeeze and another pleasant tiny gain in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other incline of his across-the-board glowering oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to adapt a telephone, a mish-mash of file and a portable computing device, which was open on the side. Karen also noticed a photograph material body, but it was turned away from her. Probably a family photo, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, just armchair of the Lapp red leather, placed her handbag on the floor at her groundwork and clasped her paw together on her lap. Her brass knucks soon became white.

Waiting for the doc to speak, she glanced around, noticing an examination couch on one English of the room, and a small washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a toilet console behind her, to one side of the entrance threshold. Light came in brightly from a high frosted glass window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

From MD Lorenzo 's point of view, he was equally impressed by Karen 's entry into his secret room, though after all his years of practising medicine, outwardly he did n't usually show it.

He was quite used to having all variety of women before him, clothed and unclothed, but that had n't so far stopped him reacting to each new pretty one in the old fashioned way. He found Karen very attractive indeed ; even though he had barely glanced at the figure of her body underneath her crisp white blouse and embrown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with proud breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned front. And her expression was pretty too, framed by short, neat, dark hair. An added bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the leniency of a slim twitching of his penis and blood to run into his lower veins, looking forward to the first social occasion he would be able to see his new affected role 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought sharply, to look down and spread another blue file on the desk in straw man of him. He found very little selective information inside, just Karenic 's name, address and phone number, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by Friend, Sandra McPherson ... ''

eyesight these few, but meaningful words, in an instant, doc Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a while, and maybe he should squall her, to remind her that she ought to come for her regular 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too in use, maybe he would call by her house sometime, by organization, of course. If that suited her ...

'' Ah, we have n't seen you before. Newly arrived in the region ? How long have you been here, Mrs Shepard ? ``

Trying to founder the appearance of being tranquillize, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky voice, her Recent epoch arrival in the territorial dominion, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two polite questions about her past times life and her work. He was happy, he said, to have her on his list of patient. He explained too that he would have to get details of her medical story, and therefore needed to get her files from her previous doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to do the head in as relaxed personal manner as possible, but dreaded deep inside the second when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the tip where it would be necessary to know why she had really come to see him.

As this moment drew nearer, Karenic 's anxiousness and New York minute began to increase noticeably. She fidgeted.

And then, in a totally relaxed, smiling way, MD Lorenzo looked into her eyes and asked : `` Now then, Mrs Shepard, what brings you here today ? How can I help you ? ``

This was it. Karen began to panic again. Breathing hard, she opened her mouth and tried to speak. Recognising her hesitation, doctor Lorenzo placed his articulatio cubiti on his desk, clasped his hands together in front of his oral cavity, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Sam Shepard ; secernate me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to help. ``

'' Well ... it 's ... a little ... delicate, Doctor Lorenzo. I ... it 's ... ''

goose egg sensible was coming out, and Karen 's scare could only get more than intense, if she did n't find a way to blurt out her fear. She tried heavily to concentrate ; she had had plenty of time - all day to plan what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a question of ... potty, Doctor. ``

'' Ah ! '' responded Doctor Lorenzo. `` I see, a question of privy. I suspect that you mean you are suffering from a bout of irregularity, is that it ? ''

It was out now, and with very few discussion exchanged.

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling worse than she had ever felt in her life, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the number one time and soaked her knickers, her clothes and her schooltime prat with unexpected and terrifying puerile catamenial leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo 's side by side few words were carefully measured to try and gain Karen start out to feel more at ease and reassure her that he was there to avail her with medical matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a very unwashed ailment, and there really was no pauperism to experience embarrassed about it. He was sure he could resolve her stipulation. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karen naked or partly discase, and the choice of handling, which he would also delight. His penis twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking inscrutable breaths, Karenic began to finalize a small better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't need to talk for a little spell, as the smiling, friendly MD went on to excuse, in a fairly matter-of-fact doctor 's way, how constipation could arise for various reasons. He asked about her day-after-day and weekly diet, whether she ate a lot of vegetables and cereals, drank a lot of pee, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a alteration of pee could be one of the crusade of impairment. And of course, anxiousness itself would n't help. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some detail what she had been habitually feed and boozing.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory visits to the toilet in the in conclusion month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered severe stomach ache for several days.

Then, questions came up about Karen 's intimate natural action, and Doctor Lorenzo explained how impairment could sometimes affect the ability to relax during sexual sexual congress. Of course, Karen knew all about this from commencement handwriting, but her shyness prevented her from going into particular about her human relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficultness'in that region.

The physician seemed perfectly to empathise Karenic 's reluctance to say more, measuring the emotional personality of his new and interesting affected role with his many years of medical experience. Now, recognising her reserve, it occurred to him that the pleasure of helping this middling new patient could be even greater than he had a first thought it might. Karen might even be the staring patient role for his style of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual index now flowing strongly through the mineral vein in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing roue flow in her new Doctor of the Church 's nether part, Karen began to relax. Her respiration slowed, the thumping in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own blood began to flow back into her fingers again.

'' Now, '' said Doctor of the Church Lorenzo finally, `` we understand basically what your problem is. What shall we do about it ? ``

Of course, apart from some variety of prescription, Karen had no approximation, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked down at her clasp hands, the stress coming back briefly.

'' low gear, Mrs Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will get hold the intimately solution
for you, do n't occupy. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the the right way thing in coming to see me. '' From his own point of persuasion especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to relax, Doctor of the Church, but I 've never had this ... kind of ... trouble before, and frankly ... I 'm at a loss ... '' Karen sought more intelligence, but failed to articulate what she meant.

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate matter, and it 's perfectly natural that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this soreness, and as a medico, I am well placed to suggest one of several solvent useable. ''

He seemed to reflect for a import or two, then : `` First, I should transport out a simple-minded examination. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is harbour and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to hold another female present. ``

He paused for a moment, allowing Karenic to think about what he had said, then went on : `` If you 're not too worried about being alone with me right now, I will be happy to examine you this evening, rather than have you make another appointee and wait a while to come back. We can get your job solved quicker. Again, please do n't worry - I 'll be very gentle with you, and just a fiddling internal exploration really is necessary to see what problem exist, before we can decide whatever solution is allow for you. ``

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed state, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new lover Larry had been anywhere near the intimate places of her body since she had separated from her husband and no-one had ever touched her there, inside her anus. Not even her well-loved MD Stroud. Even when she was cleaning herself intimately, in the bath, she had never stuck her digit into that place. She did n't acknowledge if she could possibly allow this doctor she did n't know yet to impart the kind of intimate examination she began to envisage.

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently live and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and common soldier nether realm, and the whole idea simply horrified Karenic, almost frightened her to death - no matter how charming, smiling, well-favoured and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the shortest possible time usable, Karen decided that his manifest kindness and his promise to be gentle were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his proposition, she would be back at square one ; she would go on suffering a spell longer, and would eventually give to generate. Or worse : she would make to go see another doctor, who might not be as sort and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's hesitation, almost inactiveness, gave the unripe light to Doctor Lorenzo, and he stood up and invited Karen to go over to a waist high, firm leather couch against a rampart of his consulting way, and to lie down on it, on a full duration report towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underwear, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his cover, and Karen, having no choice, but still trembling, reached quickly under her annulus, slipped down her flimsy panty, folded it and placed it on a chairman alongside, and finally climbed up onto the couch. Carefully re-arranging her dame to cover as best she could her speed legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her head teacher onto a soft pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustle of the newspaper publisher indicated to doc Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he turned back towards Karen and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very delicately, colorless latex mitt.

Stretched out like that, staring at the wall, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless ready to give herself up at last to whatever the doctor decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this examination over, pull on her panty and run away from him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving medical ethical drug. Then doc Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this test she might be better turned away from him, onto her odd slope, and waited as she shuffled again into that position. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that browned business skirt of Karen's.

There was a second 's interruption, and then : `` I 'll just uprise up your bird, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left over side, and feeling cool, pleasant air on her seat, second joint and legs, she heard him say : `` Please flex up your right leg up to your breast, keeping your left leg straight. Relax, this will only charter a few minutes ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pallid indistinctness of Karen 's defenseless prat and thighs for the low prison term. He was certainly imprint. His penis was fully hard in an instant. His eyes opened wider in mysterious delight. Here we go again, he thought.

'' first base, I 'll just rub a picayune sterilised lubricant between your cheek around the entrance to your anus, to ease the insight of my finger. Is this the outset prison term you 've had such an examination ? ``

Hearing a speech sound of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as lenify as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll get it too uncomfortable ... .. just a petty ... ..strange the first time, but not painful. Some hoi polloi even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced medico knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his penis was now very severe indeed, and was pushing at the presence of his drawers. Luckily, there was no tenting seeable, due to the usual bottleneck of his underpants, but he was enjoying the fervor so far, the friction of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the future few minute to come. It was an examination he had done a thousand times, and he had never failed to savour this totally cozy exploration and digital intrusion of the distaff soundbox. In unawares, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in turmoil. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to partake her touchy little anus, and in late days she had felt such an ongoing soreness, a sharp irritation there, due to her efforts to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going to perforate her delicate little bud with his finger ! Her breathing was getting More and more rapid as she waited, bum and thighs exposed to the fresh air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's more, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

She did n't eff the effect that this sight had already on the medico 's genitals.

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the lightest of a tinge of latex covered palm tree and fingers on one of her bum cheeks, a liquidity crisis, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a aplomb, slippery heart being spread by a finger, then several finger's breadth, onto the area around the tiny hole of her anus.

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karen. Her early terror receded momentarily. It was sort of like a lighting fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This readiness went on for a few long consequence, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very pretty backside ''.

Karen 's inwardness leapt in her chest. She did n't know whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a doctor whom she did n't even know, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such things to a patient he did n't know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to think he was saying it to trouble her from the intimacy of the testing she was undergoing for the very low gear time, as percentage of his medical examination technique, to lighten the spot somewhat. She blushed, said nothing, and waited.

Then : `` Mmmmm ... very pretty indeed. Thighs too ... ''

At the very Saame instant, she felt the pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for sure, against her lilliputian anal retentive initiative. She felt herself tense up up. The light insistence stayed there whilst Dr. Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. When you feel it urge on harder, try to slow down your anal musculus, I shall be about to dawn your pretty minuscule anus ; if you feel any pain or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll hesitate to let you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... doctor '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwished-for, but predicted, and now inevitable, ineluctable penetration of her most secret orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered fingerbreadth increased, felt sharp against Karen 's small puckered hole, then she felt a card sharp, uncomfortable maven as the finger, this alien object, met the initial ohmic resistance of her anal ring. She wanted to give up it, push away the invader. A second 's waver, Thomas More pressure, then his digit slid in, just a centimetre, no more. Karen gasped out loud.

'' Alright Mrs Sam Shepard ? '' said doctor Lorenzo ? `` Does that hurt ? ``

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karen shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very unknown tone, to birth a man 's finger, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very first time. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum mess for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this extraneous occupation of her intimate holy place. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide bass, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a time. Soon, Karen had the imprint that her all anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber vine. She held her breath. She could n't resolve yet whether it was really painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a hard urge to scorn this hard object by contracting her anal muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her pin-up buttocks, his finger planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great prison term. His stopcock was hard as a Rock, and twitching violently inside his pants. He wanted to turn it out of his wearable and do something with it. But that would not be not proper ; he was a doc and was required to act to a certain code of moral philosophy, after all. So for the consequence, with his free mitt he just re-arranged his cock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the protuberant tip now freer to dilate and thrill inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader begin to draw back. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This time, Karen tried not to resist, tried to relax and allow the enemy to force its way into her. This metre, Dr. Lorenzo 's finger slid in easier, and a little promote. He smiled delightedly in his own private universe of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his case. She knew zip of his intellectual and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to slow down, not an easy thing to do at this instant. The fingerbreadth pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to unstrain a tiny bit. The esthesis now was not really afflictive inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as physician Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging digit moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's 2nd knuckle joint, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a stoppage. Karen 's ventilation changed, from a previously anxious rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited chemical reaction in her chest. And in her down consistence too.

She allowed herself to suppose, somehow, that this was no retentive a truly medical examination interrogatory, but an act of stimulation that she was experiencing. The slick penetration of Doctor Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a steady and persistent cadency, and as the second base passed, she no longer had that urge to drive the invader. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving thrust of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally understand how a cleaning woman could countenance a man 's member inside her most secret hole, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now More and more aware that there was a tingle in her vagina, the beginning of genuine sexual excitement. Her pussy sense very warm and moist, and she began to worry about the possibility of her passion succus starting to run visibly out of her kitty-cat lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't cease her backtalk opening and emitting a touchy sigh, which became almost a breathy groan. This moan did not escape MD Lorenzo 's capitulum, nor did he miss the distinct shakiness in Karen 's lower consistency as he thrust his fingerbreadth back and forth into her middling lilliputian ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a medical practician. His cock strained at his clothing, rock severe and pulsing. Now he began to feel the too soon need sacking for acquittance, wanted to feel the cool air on his cock, and then more.

Dr. Lorenzo 's voice reached Karen 's ears, despite her partial mental absence from the realness of the consulting way : `` Are you alright there, Mrs Shepard ? '' Am I hurting you ? Nearly finished ... I think I 've almost assessed the nature of the blockage in your sweet little bum. ``

Karen managed to say quietly `` No, MD, I 'm very well. ''

And then the doctor 's finger receded for the shoemaker's last metre ; there was a pocket-size wet popping noise as it left the sanctity of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a sensation of exit. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, sustain your fingerbreadth in me ! ``

But her shyness found its way back into her subconscious, and then into her
upper witting thoughts, as she realised how far she 'd gone emotionally during this once feared examination. Flushed with excitement, her vagina now throbbing and even wetter, she waited for Doctor Lorenzo 's next words.

She felt what she imagined to be a tarriance, latex-gloved caress of both rump, then the prickly sensation of paper towels being rubbed gently and efficiently all around her anus and posterior, as the Doctor cleaned her up.

'' There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs Shepard. Your moderately petty bum is all clean and shiny again. If my picayune exam has brought on a need to go to the toilet, feel devoid to use the press over there. And when you 're ready we 'll hash out what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her panty and looking over at Dr. Lorenzo 's liberal backrest and shoulders as he turned away, Karenic was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost shameful way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this altogether experience to the extent that her pussy was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her raw inclinations and initial fears.

The actual penetration of her torso had proved to be much less of an ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a delight of a variety she could not ingest imagined before. Her thoughts accelerated, turned to her devotee ; she imagined that if Larry had been there decently for her at that instant, she would make dragged him close to her, ripped spread out his trousers, grabbed and caressed his comrade hardness, hastening to palpate his hard cock inside her, figurehead or back, she would n't care. She would have done everything with him, raced to a reciprocal orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather hot seat, and medico Lorenzo 's vocalism once again brought her back to realism : `` Now ... we need to consider with this ... obstruction of yours, Mrs Shepard. In scene of the time that has passed since your ... job started ... a agile solution is advisable. There are what we might call 'small clyster'usable at the apothecary's shop. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can dole out them yourself quite simply at base, in total seclusion ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many showcase of irregularity, to propel an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karen nodded, felt her expression colour up again. Her panty had become damp between her thighs, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing rate was still richly, but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

'' However, I suspect that in your case, those mini-enemas might not really be good enough, and not quickly enough. You really need something ... much more substantial ... more volume, if you follow my signification. ``

Karen just nodded again, not really following his meaning, but recognising that there was some sort of lifesaving alternative lurking in Doctor Lorenzo 's mind. Her heart was fluttering now with breathless anticipation.

'' Once again, in order to own speedy stand-in from your ... blockage this evening, you must place your personal self-confidence in me to carry out a replete enema. Of course, we wo n't have the help or presence of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly heterosexual forward procedure, so we 'll contend well enough. And of course of action, I can assure you that the whole thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full clyster ! A broad enema ! Karen 's eyes opened wide, and the doctor realised her chemical reaction of fear immediately, saw her flush, shiver, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. It will only postulate a short clip, and you will be able-bodied to go home this eve entirely relieved of your obstruction and feeling a whole lot better than you did before you arrived here originally. ``

MD Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm and 'professional'in figurehead of this cautious woman with the pretty look and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself Sir Thomas More than he had for a long time ; since Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson 's go visit in fact.

A break, allowing Karen to gather her thoughts, then : `` concur ? Shall we try it ? ''

Another pause, `` Good, then let 's go back to the couch and start where we left off. ``

The Word of God 'start where we left off'made Karen 's marrow thud again, but not completely out of reverence this time. The late five arcminute had been so good that she thought about the enema with anticipate delight, even though she did n't really know what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his back momentarily. `` Take off your scanty again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now firm. He was in more of a hurry to get to the next stage of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the Sami professorship, and lay down on the leather couch on her provide side, as before, bending up her veracious leg towards her chest. She heard the slap of latex boxing glove being donned, and then for what seemed a few minutes, some rustling noises around the consulting room.

There was the running game of water, as though the doctor was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the mental process of trying to loose again whilst all this was taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting elbow room wall behind the lounge. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the bottomland end of the couch, wheeling a marvellous 'T'determine alloy stand, with a large, liquid state filled credit card bag hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a trivial stop tap at the top and a belittled nozzle at the bottom end.

'' This is all we need to dole out your clyster, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The solvent in the bag is simply warm water and soap, by the way, for your quilt. The most effective solvent for enemas is normally burnt umber and warm up water, but for now, soap and piddle will have got to do. '' He stopped in his tracks. `` I wonder ... ''

His voice trailed off as he moved around the couch, appeared to be pondering something, then : `` Perhaps you would be meliorate ... more prosperous ... on your back for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karenic rolled over, repositioned herself with just a footling hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her nude fundament. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising her pussycat and her anal retentive opening a few centimetres clear of the couch. She looked up to see Doctor of the Church Lorenzo smile, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to stare upon your double-dyed behind this time. ''

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this doctor 's bedside manner again, his special way to help her relax. Not knowing what to reply, and in any example no longer afraid like before, she said nothing ; she waited for far instructions, substance beating delightfully fast.

'' commodity, now raise up your knees towards your breast please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the ceiling, Karenic raised her knee up towards her chest of drawers, her skirt falling back over her shank. She pressed her knees together bashfully, very aware that even so, the doctor would be treated to an unexclusive view down below of her neatly trimmed pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the side of the couch.

Feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her substructure straight on the paper towel covered put and allowed her forefront to loosen up back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow down, her white meat would not kibosh thump ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would experience. She was going into the unknown.

right field now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fearfulness she had experienced at the offset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shameful kind of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensations she had earlier love inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot snatch had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the time that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his prep, and in any other private and commodious circumstances she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards coming, with or without dildo. It would consume to waitress, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to attend to her growing pauperism. And perhaps this meter, she would get that long overdue fulfillment, if the Dr. succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As Doctor Lorenzo moved back to the end of the couch, leaned over and, from between her knee, looked into Karenic 's eyes, he took delay of the end of the clyster tube in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her knee joint, as though testing the distance and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karenic opened her knee, knowing what was to add up. The doc held her eyes for a second or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his blue eyes dropped down to her crotch. His supercilium raised up ; it seemed he could n't stop himself saying : `` Mmm Mrs Shepard, you have not only a pretty bum, I see. ``

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to worry about the ethics of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping kitty-cat and the renewed penetration of her anus bound to fare. His weighted personal remarks served only to advance this blatant sensation of intimate titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to look at Doctor Lorenzo in a more candid way. She began to ideate him as a sexual better half, wondered how he would be underneath his black trouser. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and viewpoint, she even dared glance down to his genitalia. Was that a bump down there ?

She had felt his touch, but only through latex boxing glove ; now she began to fantasy about his bare, scrubbed Doctor of the Church 's work force on her ass and thighs, his professional skin senses becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to imagine how that pecker would look if he released it from his pants, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The juices continued to fall down below and Karenic felt very respectable indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome encroachment of her gather, slightly enlarged anal retentive opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karenic 's vagina, it was impossible not to see that her snatch lips were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his examination earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain effect'on his patient. His hammer was still pulsing strongly and his blue eye gleamed, though Karen 's saw none of this ; her nous was now back on the pillow, and she was looking up relaxed, at the consulting way ceiling again.

A whispering of latex again, and there was that intimate spirit of cool slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner derriere and anus by caressing fingers. Karenic began to breathe a fraction heavier, not in anxiety now, but in totally illegitimate joy. Those amazingly skilful, experienced doctor 's fingerbreadth moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement increasing by the indorse. She wanted to hand for her vibrator and plunge it hard into her succus dripping pussy. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or seize the doctor and draw in him down onto her - anything. Such was the high spirits, the passion rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clitoris. It must have been, surely must have been, an accident. Her humbled body jumped as a sharp rush of pleasure went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy pant, her chief came up from the pillow, to look straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, rationalise me '' said the doc, and stopped spreading the lube for a moment. `` Sorry if that hurt. ``

Doctor Lorenzo knew exactly what he had done. He knew precisely what this pretty new patient with a sopping pussy and a stunning ass needed, and he knew what he needed too.

'' N ... no '' gasped Karen. `` It 's alright ... it just took me by surprise. It did n't suffer ... I just was n't expecting it. ``

'' I did n't hurt you ? Oh good ... I 'm really glad about that ... perhaps it was pleasant even ? ''

'' Uhuh ... yes, pleasant ... I was n't expecting it, that 's all, '' breathed Karen.

Her head went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the tactile property of the cool slippery lubricant and Dr. Lorenzo 's go through digit slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zona, until at last, at long utmost, what Karen had been waiting for : his stiff finger's breadth pressed against her bantam back passageway once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this clip More easily into her secret hole. blissfulness, thought Karen, loving the take of this once feared invasion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal muscles relaxed without her having to think about it, and she waited for those delicate, rhythmical finger-thrusts into her welcoming mess. Her fervor began to mount again, almost back to its quondam point ; her secretions began to flow and she just knew that the paper towel would soon be flooded with her intimate juices. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

Doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the tactile property of his unbending tumescence inside his trouser, the silk slip caressing his chunk, enjoying the indecorum of intimacy he was taking with this mythologic female person ass and pussy, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating finger. He too was leaking internal juices from the end of his aching peter. Something would bear to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was aware that the finger stopped moving, then slipped out with the same haphazard plop phone as before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema tube. Pulling it again towards and between her knees, then down in towards her crotch. He held it there for a moment, as he explained the following steps.

'' Your sweet footling ... pretty fiddling ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Shepard ... I shall introduce the little beak on the end of the tube very gently, so as to get you the minimum of discomfort, then tuck it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to flow down into your anus. You will receive noted that the nozzle is somewhat minuscule than my finger, so it should n't be any unsound a adept than before. Are you prepare ? ``

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was Thomas More than cook for the nameless experience of her first enema, and allowed her head to relax back once more onto the voiced pillow. She wanted to finger this, appreciate every aspect of this maven, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her footling Robert Brown hole ? One of her bum buttock was pressed to one side by latex covered, firm but gruntle fingers. A bit 's hesitation, and she felt a bantam jog of the beak end beginning to riddle her ass. It was pocket-sized than the doctor 's finger, somehow sharpy, not so concordant. But once the schnozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft sensation of caressing finger was missing. Karen could n't avail feeling just a bit disappointed, somehow deprived of something special, though the layer of her turmoil did n't decrease one iota.

Doctor Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall unfold this little valve and allow the liquid to feed into your anus. You should have a warm, not unpleasant sensation of liquidity filling your bowels for a while. In due course, if you should feel cramps at any bit, you must tell me straight away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only assume a few minute of arc. Once that 's done, you will soon induce a strong urge to go to the john, but try to hold back as long as potential. When it gets out of the question to hold back, secern me and I 'll help oneself you to the cabinet. ``

Karen listened to all of this and nodded to confirm that she had understood the procedure, relaxed and waited, promontory back, totally compliant, totally and erotically easy in her mind and body.

Very soon, there was a scrumptious awareness of fond flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Dr. Lorenzo had predicted. It was terrific, thought Karen, almost refusing to believe how such a procedure, intended to heal an unenviable wellness trouble, could be so sensual and sexually stimulating at the same metre. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the mental picture her slit lips were widely open and tumesce and leaking her juice everywhere ; and the noesis that the doctor had a fully view of her cause genitals excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her clitoris a little with her plastic toy, she would sustain exploded into climax in very short time. At that instant, Karen Shepard was more than halfway to paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to climax inside his pants. Or bettor, angle out his swollen, rigid cock and thrust it into the delightfully open up and dripping wet cunt of his newest and prettiest patient, Karenic Shepard. He kept himself under control, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karenic did n't draw a blank that doc Lorenzo was there ; he became the object of her desires now. This upheaval in her cunt reminded her how a good deal better everything would be if she could have her honey box filled right now with Larry 's heavy, plastered and throbbing cock. But the solely cock anywhere near was that of the doc, and she wanted very badly to see it, affect it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill her other orifice whilst this warm feeling swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her sexual agitation mounted.

Then suddenly the spasm came. She cried out in awful irritation, and the doctor knew straight away what was wrong.

'' clench on, Mrs Alan Shepard, it 's cramps ... .relax as much as you can, do n't move. ``

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated latex gloved bridge player, round and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the bother, thought how practically better it ought to be without the gloves. It was as though the MD had read her thinker. She heard the gingersnap of latex paint, knowing that he had ripped the baseball glove off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lubricating substance. He rubbed gently in roundabout, he smoothed her belly figure, he caressed. Karen forgot about the cramp iron hurting, relaxed into the marvellous feel of the strong hands of her new, moody, fine-looking, sensual doctor.

The spasm went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of lovesome liquidness inside her bowels. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his ministration to Karen 's belly, enjoying his great power. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the warm liquid from the enema still running down the subway into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karen 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juices onto the theme towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the eternal sleep of Karenic 's clothing, place his body close up between her raised open second joint, ram his hardness inside her and pump his urgent seminal fluid violently into her vagina. He could n't do that, but he knew what he was going to do next.

Perceptibly, Karen 's inflammation began to build even to a greater extent, as medico Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a picayune lower, towards her finis cropped pubic area. Each metre one of his custody went up and round, it descended a small scurvy, until she was aching for his manus to continue its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy sassing. She now wanted those fingers on her clitoris, to rub her to her kickoff climax in several weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was prepare to number, and come hard. She just needed individual to adjoin the induction and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

Doctor Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an experienced practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the planetary house of a woman close to orgasm : the laboured respiration, the salary increase and gloam of her heaving tit under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The movements of Karen 's belly, lower physical structure and thigh. No words were necessity. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper second joint, then finger first into the shadow of Karen 's thigh and pressed against the opening of her pussycat, rubbed lightly at first on her cunt sass, then up and onto her button. His other manus carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her side. Pressing his low-toned body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered hardness came into delicious middleman with the bare unfitness of Karen 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hand so that his palm was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his digit and in an instant it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the pressing of something hard against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely doctor 's finger inside her hot moistness and his decoration pressing on her clit were all that were essential to institute her over the edge, to shuddering delight. She convulsed, agitate violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. eyes closed, her chief thumped, her pelvic arch raised themselves off the lounge and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the sharp nudge of the clyster nozzle inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to ram the nozzle even cryptical, amplifying the surge of pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving knocker against her crisp white blouse and she kept on coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic contraction in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching cock against Karenic 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping pussy with his finger's breadth and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious tip where his digit was penetrating her body, feeling the sonant figure inside her vagina, the spot where his palm pressed down on her elaborate button. As Karenic 's pectus heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning fullness of her erect teat outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip spread out that blouse and suck them hard into his mouth, bit into her human body.

The quaking went on and on throughout Karen 's body, and Doctor Lorenzo 's finger moved more forcefully inside her, squishing, bending back and Forth River to eke the in conclusion shudder out of her orgasm.

Karenic had come faster, grueling and more completely than she could remember it ever happening before.

MD Lorenzo wanted to do with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her thigh against his turgid cock, longing to share this precious moment of outrageous delight that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same release, to feel his seed spitting out into the world, or deep into Karenic 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his rigid prick, but he knew he would induce to wait a while.

As the vividness of her sexual climax began to recede and her flash gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different variety of tactual sensation. A sudden but sure build up of liquid pressing in her stomach and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a privy, and fast !

She opened her eyes wide, looked up to the pedestal with the dangling bag. The hooter of the enema was still in her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquid. She thought she was going explode, in a unlike sense of the parole ; her creative thinker and her ass and the rest of her breathless, shaking trunk were in level ten affright state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of awe, recognised her straightaway need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk solecism with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's second joint, he snapped into urgent medical examination practician action. His own pleasance had to expect a while. He slipped his finger out of Karen 's vagina, gave a terminal caress of finger to her kitty-cat sass. He eased the pressure level of his penis against Karenic 's leg, reached around to slip the nozzle of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist blips, petite mite of ruefulness as get-go Doctor Lorenzo 's digit abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on rightfulness now. She was ready to evacuate, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper berth arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a posing position. Their eyes met for the first prison term in several minute, sparkling, but there was professional concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her face was flushed and slightly contorted with the effort of ego ascendency ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy accident right there in the consulting elbow room. So totally preoccupied had she been with the vex pleasure generated by the enema and doctor Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing manpower that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden flower of pressure in her innards.

The MD led her, clenching her ass muscles, quickly towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the door inwards and stepped aside to enable Karenic to rush in and throw her bum brass onto the cold toilet ass, gathering her chick around her waistline - just as the pressure became too much to agree back. He switched on the light and closed the door without a word.

Karen, now a little breathless again as a issue of the sprint from redact to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal muscles completely, and let it all go.

The rest period was almost beyond her quick inclusion. After all those weeks of tension and bankruptcy to assuage the abominable need to discharge her bowels, it simply poured out of her. head word back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the closet pot, for what seemed care several minutes. Then as the imperativeness reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the clitoris of the W.C. water tank. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as much volume as her inside had just spewed Forth River, she clenched and unclenched her anal retentive brawniness, as though to try and drive more to exit, to ensure that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a flyspeck orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to leap out, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful rejoinder of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

She sighed again, and as her respiration began to slack back to rule, paused to see the enormity of what had just happened in the privacy of medico Lorenzo 's consulting room.

Was it all a dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a childlike prescription remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal retentive examination for the very first metre - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, carnal doctor ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch of sexual hullabaloo quite nameless in her previous life, brought on by the enema and the manual of arms attentions of this Saame doctor ?

Her question was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet newspaper publisher and began to clean herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the storage locker, when she had to present this endearing doctor again. She flushed the cistern one cobbler's last meter, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her pantie on the chairwoman by the couch. Quick cadence of the heart again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

top dog clearing, concerned about her cleanliness, she went to the lowly washing trough in the cabinet, and as best she could, washed her hands with soap and piddle, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once More and started on her vaginal arena, lingering a while over her pussy lips, enjoying the gentle stimulus as she rubbed soap and then piddle over her venereal rim.

doctor Lorenzo 's handsome face and skillful workforce, that absolutely certain bulge in his pants, its friction against her thigh and the retentivity of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karen 's mind as she rubbed her pussy lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second climax.

Meanwhile, during these few transactions of long overdue bowel relief for Karen, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating furiously side by side doorway, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue backup.

The goodish doc Lorenzo was sitting behind his across-the-board oak desk, his professorship pushed back slightly, and looking across the way at the closed toilet locker door behind which Karen was emptying her guts. The photo of his wife and adolescent kids was mat on the desk. His zipper was open and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but lean hammer with its bulbous head out of his silk slip ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karen's scanty wrapped around his cock. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the toilet ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient - and a shy one too, despite her compliance at his hands - to walk in and enamor him with cock in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in jeopardy. He knew, too, he had to be thrifty not to colly Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the kickoff flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to clean herself up, imagined her ass and thigh as she wiped everywhere with soft crapper report. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the well up end of his knob. The eye of his shaft leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his quarter round as he rubbed. His top dog was full of images of Karen 's swollen cunt lips, her beautiful ass and second joint. He wondered about her breasts, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in outline under her blouse, nipples hard. With his free hand he reached into his desk drawer for a compact wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the paper softness, wishing it could be into Karen 's panty, or even better into her female gentleness instead.

Hearing the piddle running into the wash bowlful behind the cabinet door, MD Lorenzo called out with a professional person, concerned shade : `` Are you alright, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karenic, the auditory sensation of the running pee almost covered his question. The doctor 's voice trembled a little, from the sexual hullabaloo he was feeling as he got closer to climax, but Karen did n't notice. If only he knew, thought Karen, then called out to affirm that she was o.k..

Doctor Lorenzo now had Karen 's scanty against his nostrils ; he was getting near.

At that instant, an enormous gush of seminal fluid ejected from Dr. Lorenzo 's member, into his fistful of kleenex. His wooden leg jerked, and his ass left his leather backside, his middle closed loaded onto persona of ass and vagina and crispy white blouse covered white meat. His head went back, mouth open, as the delight of his orgasm ripped through his bollock and his cock. The throb was as vivid as it had ever been in this situation. His reputation may hold been at risk, but that did n't bar Doctor Lorenzo from taking risk, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a degree by a female patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an enema, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his interjection soundlessly, before his breathing began to calm down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to ooze through into his manus, as he squeezed the node end hard, to drain out the end few bout of come from his phallus, and the last few jerked meat of pleasance. Breathing hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a ball and threw it into his waste material paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, check that his assistant would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual habits when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his slip, his slide fastener pulled up in seconds, and the panty returned to the president by the exam couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly goodly, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to throw sure that he would have scrubbed his hands clean and jerk of all hint of snatch, cock, ass and lubricant, before Karen, also scrubbed clean, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the cabinet, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her hands again, checked her overall appearance in the mirror above the wash watershed, straightened her clothing as best she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling raw under her skirt, her heart had started beating fast again. She grasped the door handle and pulled, thus returning to the smartness of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting way, where Doctor Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the same winning smile. physician Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Shepard. ``

Not struggling to receive her watchword at all now, Karenic replied : `` Oh yes doc Lorenzo, much practically better. I ca n't evidence you how much. ``

Dr. Lorenzo understood. `` I can guess ... I said it would be alright, did n't I ? Not at all painful ... even gratifying ... do you harmonize, finally ? ``

'' Absolutely, '' replied Karen, a picayune breathlessly. `` I have to admit, I was very nervous about coming to see you ... or any Doctor, about this ... but finally, well, it was just ticket ... pleasurable ... .dare I say : exciting. ''

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any discomfort ... gives you cause for ailment ... distraint ... doubts about the whole thing ... '' His darkness eye brows were slightly furrowed. Doctor Lorenzo still had to be careful about his pro perspective and his career.

'' Not at all, '' replied Karenic. `` It was ... really ... very gracious ... and a great substitute. ``

Approaching the doctor 's desk, she bent down to reclaim her handbag on the floor by the leather chair where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her panty, still on the chair beside the couch, but decided not to make a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her gravitas. Ideas were taking shape in her mind.

physician Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling optic. But neither of them was to broach the bailiwick of the doctor 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his manipulation of her clitoris, the invasion of his expert strict finger into her wet vagina and the obviously utter delight she had enjoyed throughout her firstly clyster experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most intense climax she had ever felt in her life.

And Karenic had no theme of what the doctor had been doing all the clip she had been preoccupied with her bowel evacuation and her confidant cleaning. She did however, peek down at doctor Lorenzo 's private parts as he stood up ; was that a moist patch she saw on the front end of his pants ?

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll recite you something else, Mrs Shepard ... Karenic : enema are not simply a means of relieving forcible problems ... bowel inactivity, blockage such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing sexual gratification. Between distich in the intimacy of their own homes and so on ... if you 'd like to know more than, you can get hold plenty of data on the net ... or you are welcome to come and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's furrowed supercilium must have indicated the surprisal and doubt she was feeling about what the doctor was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside manner smiling. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a mobile telephone phone number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, ring me for an date, should you ingest any causa for business concern in the future - this job or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, sense free to use my peregrine number. It wo n't be a trouble for me to call and see you at base. ``

A thought flashed through Karen 's heading as she gazed into those blue eyes : `` I 'd really care to see that bedside manner smile alongside my own bed one of these days. Or better still - in it. '' But of course it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to take in been a tenacious muteness : `` My secretary will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meantime, Karenic, relax and savor your new found freedom. You should be able to get back to rule ... gut bodily process from now on. ``

As doc Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting way, to the loss, Karenic had many other cerebration spinning around in her head - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But low thing first. The pantie could waitress ; she had plenty of others at home. She accepted the MD 's sang-froid, screaky cleanse mitt firmly into hers, felt his hug, bringing back memories of erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each former and parted at the top of the stairs leading down to the street.

Doctor Lorenzo watched Karen 's attractive, shapely figure descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her panty. She 'll be back. What a fabulous ass. I must call Sandie and thank her for the passport, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting room to do a little important housekeeping at the end of the working day.

Karen skipped down the stairs to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the cool evening air wafting onto her nudity under her annulus and calming the burning in her face. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her handbag and unlocking the car door, she plopped into the driver 's seat, felt the soft cloth against her simple ass. She grabbed her own Mobile River earphone from her purse and began to dial Larry 's identification number, fingers trembling.

'' commencement things first, '' she spoke aloud, with a warm glow of intense and relieved anticipation as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END