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Chapter One - Karenic and Larry :

Karen Alan Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-aware divorcée in her thirty-something, had a personal problem. It was a by way of an intimate and stymie affair, 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 residence in a new home in the country, and did n't know any of the doctors in the nearby Ithiel Town at all.

Back dwelling, in her previous life, she had grown up in a Town where the doctor was a lifelong protagonist of the syndicate. MD Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the like one-quarter since Karen was a just little girl, and everybody knew him and had self-confidence in him. Even as a teenager, when physical matters can be a job, she never had any inhibitions about going to the surgical procedure, and felt she could tattle to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing body, her full point, her budding titty, her vaginal transmission, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the conversance of consulting your doctor from a very other age. And for Karenic it was sometimes gentle to open up and discuss her most intimate arcanum with a doctor she 'd known all her spirit, than to utter to her parents.

But now, here, in this land town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the idea of going to see a strange medico for the first time struck fear into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, quivering started in her titty, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't be with her slight problem forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but important step, still hoping vainly that the issue would resolve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the Clarence Day and calendar week passed, and Karen did n't find the bravery to surmount her timorousness and call a doc for an appointment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiety attacks sometimes, and this quandary was not helping her in her everyday life sentence. At all.

Karen Shepard reflected on all this at family alone one outpouring morning, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the Brobdingnagian woodlet bordering her new place. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in risk of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex aliveness, having this pitiful complication every day. She had a good and caring lover, but she had n't dared order Larry anything about her concerns. Her natural shyness and inherent suppression, prevented her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, why in recent clock time she had been so loath to consecrate herself to wide-cut lovemaking, like before.

Larry lived a few hour'driving force away, but she had started to invent reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her dwelling house. She nevertheless felt such a firm warmheartedness for him and loved the sex, the niggardness and the ardent consolation she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty feelings about this situation.

They had met during a two-day employment league, which Larry attended as fourth-year representative of one of the supplier troupe her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how to deal with it ; ultimately he found her benighted looks and shapely name captivating. For her section, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's loose personality and dear looks. He got her feeling relaxed in his fellowship within a very short fourth dimension.

They had dined together in the eating place of his hotel at the end of the league. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel More unwound than for a very recollective metre, thanks to Larry 's sluttish way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's mystery hopes, there was to be no passionate night with Karen in his hotel way this metre. She had not drunk very much at all, and insisted on driving herself household, alone ; Larry had to be content that dark with a abbreviated buss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient for another two weeks, before Karen allowed things go in a sexual management.

The rage erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday even, when Larry had dined Karenic again in the same restaurant, and she had invited him into her home for the very first gear time. She had prepared herself in advance ; the house and especially her bedroom were orderly and spotless, fresh sail on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, confidant but allowing her to conceal her timidness. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her soaker sofa on her garden bench, she had allowed herself to drink a little more wine-coloured than was her habit, and she felt well and truly make now to institutionalize herself to sexual sex act with Larry, after two weeks of getting to jazz him.

Kissing seemed unwind, ship's boat and natural, becoming more fervent as the moment passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their looking glass of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially undressed, Karen 's boob bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's timid finger. By the meter they stood and moved wordlessly, hired hand in hand to the Interior and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than set up for what was to follow ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, mouths locked strong, tongues thrashing together, deal exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

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

It was the first prison term that anyone had been able to guide Karen in the counseling of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that night a new vista to her sex ; 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, Karenic began to realize there really was anxiety-free life after five years of sterile, wasted marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée beingness took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the rest of his own clothes and thrown them carelessly on the sleeping accommodation level, nervously fished out of his trouser air hole a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their pairing was fast and furious that for the first time time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the sheet covered bed. His mouth was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing his defenseless body down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to nurse both her nipples briefly, then hark back to nibble her hot lips, seek her unforced tongue again. Feeling for the first metre the joy of soma against physique, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knee, slipped his stiff, bursting, rubber covered hardness far into Karenic 's dampish depths and ejaculated quickly with a grunt of pleasure. Such was his overwhelming excitation at this initial and long-awaited incursion of his new mate 's easy and welcoming body.

Karen, enjoying the consequence in her own way, did not climax, but was not totally disappointed ; after all, she was used to intercourse without sexual climax. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs pressed tight against Larry 's waist. She savoured the vividness of this tough, curved, pulsating harmonium inside her kitty-cat as it spurted its seminal fluid into the prophylactic, relished that she had been able to give pleasure to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the system of weights of his dead body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting punishing into her mouth.

As his penis cringe away and slipped out of Karen 's pussy, the semen filled condom barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty ejaculation, though Karen said nothing on the subject, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to toss out of the condom, duly knotted, and after a suitable mo of relaxation, kissing and common caressing under the sheet of paper, he found his erecting returning quickly enough. At the right moment, he was capable to reach out for another prophylactic without any More incertitude, and this second metre, to luxuriate in the flabby dampness of Karenic 's hot inner sanctum sanctorum. Her wooden leg hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's member into her womb. He slowed his pace this clip, allowing Karen to feel the intensiveness of his desire for her, pausing in his gumptious thrusts to buss her generous breast, suck her operose nipple for yearn minute, then her mouth, as he resumed his journeying towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's gumptious pace, skill and round, felt something happening to her for the showtime time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very firstly penetrative climax. instant after she came, Larry spurted a second lode of seminal fluid into his safety, inside Karenic 's soft, warm, welcoming moistness. She was taken by surprisal by the speed with which the climax came over her, trembled and shook as the saccade of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the sensation of delight inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's hardness became softness and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry much tighter to her breast, loving the sense of smell and spirit of his hard, slim body, as they both breathed hard, brass to cheek. This was quite new for Karen, and she trembled with the joy of it, feeling the guard of Larry 's subdivision 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 dark. They were more than a little loth to role on Sunday even, after an intensely last Night 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 near during those weeks after they became lovers, and they began to spend most weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in handwriting in the area, they filled every waking hour with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karen 's example, a contain unconstraint to the extent that she able to relax into the relationship. She discovered that it was possible to achieve very acute keen orgasms without having to reach for a plastic penis, a vibrating tube, and to share them with a caring partner for the first gear time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage ceremony to a egoistic man and a selfish lover, her only finish departure had been through backstairs and lonely masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive buff, and unhurriedly helped Karen to achieve heights of passionateness she had never felt before in her concluding, her one and only previous confidant relationship. Although he knew that she was using the preventive pill, he was more than mindful as well that risk of disease still made Karen anxious. He was careful and considerate to use spare protection in the early 24-hour interval of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to reserve skin against skin in the most intimate orifice of her consistence, and welcome his seminal fluid into her. She did n't get laid if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two month she was very comfortable indeed in her human relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old bouts of anxiousness came upon her less often than before.

Karenic 's natural inhibition in matters of sex showed too soon on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from set to festinate into the more verboten arena of grownup sexual love. He was always patient, and Karenic certainly appreciated his timbre of gradualness and understanding. For a long metre, though, their lovemaking was straight forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the weather sheet ; always intense and ultimately satisfying, but Larry 's longer term, high desires were thwarted by Karenic 's reluctance to experiment. He would have liked to move forward in their involvement, to taste and share the Sir Thomas More forbidden zones of the kingdom of the flesh, enjoy viva sex. But he had to measure his footstep ; any pressure on such a reticent and potentially anxious woman as Karenic could be fatal to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was already in dearest, and would do nothing to frighten away Karen away at such a critical stage of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karenic come over for a romantic dinner and add her overnight bag, she started finding excuse not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could find no plain logic in her sudden pulling out, especially since thing had gone so well up to now. He had done nothing wrong. Karen did n't have star sign that she wanted to bestow the relationship to an end, but at the same time was pulling back from it in odd path. She was giving out contradictory signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a solid desire, sure. She would feel it slowly to start up to lubricate, just watching a romantic film at home alone or reading a Mills & Daniel Boone. Or after a late night midweek speech sound conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive Holy Scripture to excite her. As he whispered his longing, his adoration for her and draw how he loved to hold and buss her breasts, nibble her swollen nipples, stroke her back and especially her can, she would feel her expression prime with selfish pleasure, the heat rise in her pubic region and her pussy Menachem Begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephone, she forgot everything but the womanishness and the quiver of Larry 's voice and his complex quantity caresses on her eubstance, the genial range of a function of his hard, curved penis and his slim, firm physical structure.

Sitting beside the phone board on her low stool, leg akimbo, she would farm her long cotton night dress over her waist and pushing aside her step-in. She would allow the fingers of her free hand to stroke over the lips of her trimmed slit very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more grave attention later. For those few second she longed to own Larry 's inflexible prick inside her body, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that limited way that now made her flood tide so easily. Then to feel the right dork of his prick and the spurt of his ejaculate, to bang that he was squirting and draining his liquid sexual love into her once again.

But later, after Larry 's verbal caresses had gone from her ear, when she got into the comfort of her bedroom, lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - hoping and intending to fetch herself off, to make believe up for what she had been missing with Larry through the cultivate days, to release some of this pent up passion - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able-bodied right now to let him select over her organic structure as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible reduction of those initial urges ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night wearing apparel high up over her breasts, panty off, wooden leg blanket, head back on her pillow. middle closed, she would rub her clitoris with her finger's breadth, roll her generous breasts, pinch her magnify nipples, feeling the urge begin to mount, then taking out her thick, pliant pink pliant vibrator from its personal draftsman, would commence to spiel it around her sensitive pussy lips. She would tease her clit and vaginal opening for a spell, anticipating the entranceway of this plastic creature. And then, the impulse to orgasm would start to pull back almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On Thomas More than one occasion like this, feeling almost desperate to try that she still had the capacity to bring herself to a climactic eyeshade despite this nagging matter, 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 organ over her most spiritualist pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in oceanic abyss and arduous and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and quickness of her action. She pinched her tit harder ; she sought more than fantasies in her straits, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't work ; the more than she insisted, the tough it became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor abused slit was finally sore from the excessive rubbing. She would confuse her dildo onto the floor in anger and sob herself to log Z's, feeling frustrated and very distressing for herself.

Karenic soon got despairing ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the sooner the better. Her stallion body was uncomfortable, day and night. She had spartan stomach pains intermittently, her sex life was in suspension, she risked losing a man who had become dear to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter Three - Karenic and Sandie :

Karen had been in this small township in the commonwealth just a few month, and had made only one friend during this time apart from Larry. A younger girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a honest, honest friend to Karen ; she helped Karenic determine her way around her new job during the subsiding in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each former 's companionship. They began to spend fourth dimension together alfresco agency time of day, having a crapulence, or just relaxing at dwelling house to watch television, to listen to medicine and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and ambition, invented crazy, impossible secret plan to bring about the downfall of unpleasant workfellow, discussed personal matters of the heart to the grade that Karen felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much Thomas More out-of-doors in many ways than her new friend, so Karen listened rather more than talked, but that suited her just amercement, in scene of her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the conjugal intentions of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a in high spirits sex drive, and Sir Thomas More than one boyfriend and sleeping mate. Karen did n't label her moral at all, secretly envying the relaxation with which Sandie balanced her private lifespan and working life history, and how she floated openly between lovers without feeling the debt instrument to choose one or the early as a permanent fixture in her living. What she did n't envy though, was the health risks that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these deviation in their self-assurance storey and sexual position, and their fundamental frequency position towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karenic admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karenic up if she felt a niggling maudlin. She once tried to encourage Karen to hold a second lover, but for Karenic one man was quite enough. Sir Thomas More than enough, in the spark of her current condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about physician. She did n't say outright what her need was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to lay down the decent selection. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant needs the right way then. Without vacillation, Sandie directed her to a certain physician Lorenzo. With a wicked grinning, she said : `` He 's the respectable, and what 's more, the best looking Dr. for statute mile around. ``

Pressed for more data, Sandie laughed, eyes rolling, but gave no more away. `` You 'll see '' she grinned, scribbling the telephone act of a pad, and promptly changed the subject.

The next morning, breathing rapidly with anxiousness, but realising Thomas More than ever the importance of her motivation, Karenic finally picked up the telephone and dialled Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's bit. After explaining briefly, without detail, to the secretary that her problem was fairly pressing, the sympathetic woman immediately gave her a late designation, for that Sami eventide, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karen and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was late arriving at the surgical operation of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional state of matter ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the address was in town, but finished by walking around various stoppage before stumbling into the boastfully raw oak door of the right building. At the entrance was a refine brass brass : Doctor Marcel Lorenzo MD, General Practitioner.

XVIII minutes late for her appointment, Karenic ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs of stairs and split clumsily and panting into the doc 's reception, where she found the doctor '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 Bartlett Shepard Jr. I presume. Doctor Lorenzo has just received another patient in prospect of your absence, so I 'll have to ask you to expect over there. He should n't be too foresightful. I must allow now that you 've arrived, but I 'll tell the doctor that you 're here waiting. ''

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

wooden chair on the reverse side of the elbow room, smoothed down her bird and fiddled nervously with her pilus and the push of her blouse, to tidy herself up. After a brief interphone call to the medico to foretell Karen 's arrival, the secretary bid her in effect eve and left wing.

As the min slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried More and more about the coming audience ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would have difficultness finding the right wing words to explain and then talk over the detail of her predicament to this unidentified doctor. Not many words were necessity in real property, but she knew she would probably flush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', Doctor Stroud. But now it was almost too late to turn over and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense five more min, there was a sudden click as the door leading to medico Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a minor explosion of veneration in Karen 's bureau ; out stepped a Pres Young man, leaving the threshold ajar. Smiling briefly in her direction, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine representative inviting her to occur right in. Taking a deep hint, she stood up, and knees shaking, breast thumping, she entered the internal sanctum of the consulting way and finally came expression to human face with Dr. Lorenzo.

closedown the door, she crossed the large elbow room, to where physician Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing the folder to one side, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a MD 's bedside fashion grin and stood, to offer his outstretched script.

His mien was immediately impressive, call up Karen. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a white full-of-the-moon length science laboratory coat, but a pale blue devil, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. blue sky to play off perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and inkiness to match his hair on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his custody. The Italian rakehell was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very bighearted man. Probably in his middle mid-forties, 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 kind in her breast, and the tiniest womanly pleasure from seeing this night haired man with very ovalbumin teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool wring and another pleasant petite increment in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of his wide dark oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of file and a portable computer, which was open on the side. Karen also noticed a photo material body, but it was turned away from her. Probably a family photograph, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very well-off, erect armchair of the Saami red leather, placed her bag on the storey at her invertebrate foot and clasped her hired hand together on her lap. Her knuckles soon became whiteness.

waiting for the doctor to speak, she glanced around, noticing an examination sofa on one English of the elbow room, and a belittled washbasin on the former. There was what looked like a lav cabinet behind her, to one side of the entrance door. Light came in brightly from a high gear frost deoxyephedrine window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

From medico Lorenzo 's point of sight, he was equally impressed by Karen 's entry into his private elbow room, though after all his years of practising practice of medicine, outwardly he did n't usually show it.

He was quite used to having all variety of cleaning woman before him, clothed and disrobe, 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 shape of her body underneath her crisp white blouse and brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with proud breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her fastened figurehead. And her face was pretty too, framed by short, neat, dark hair. An added bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the craziness of a slight twitch of his penis and blood to run into his dispirited veins, looking forward to the first off occasion he would be able-bodied to see his new patient 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the sentiment sharply, to look down and open another blue air file on the desk in front of him. He found very little info inside, just Karen 's name, address and phone number, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by friend, Sandra McPherson ... ''

sightedness these few, but meaningful words, in an instant, Doctor Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a spell, and maybe he should squall her, to cue her that she ought to come for her habitue 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too busy, maybe he would call by her home sometime, by arrangement, of row. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to give the appearance of being settle down, Karenic explained briefly, in a slightly shaky representative, her recent arrival in the district, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two cultivated questions about her past aliveness and her employment. He was happy, he said, to hold her on his listing of patient role. He explained too that he would induce to get detail of her medical story, and therefore needed to hold her files from her previous Doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to suffice the questions in as slack up mode as potential, but dreaded mysterious inside the moment when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the point where it would be necessary to know why she had really come to see him.

As this moment drew nearer, Karenic 's anxiety and heartbeat began to increase noticeably. She fidgeted.

And then, in a totally relaxed, smiling way, Doctor Lorenzo looked into her eye and asked : `` Now then, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., what brings you here today ? How can I help you ? ``

This was it. Karen began to panic again. ventilation hard, she opened her mouth and tried to talk. Recognising her waver, doctor Lorenzo placed his elbows on his desk, clasped his hands together in front of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to unbend, Mrs Sam Shepard ; tell me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to aid. ``

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

nada sensible was coming out, and Karenic 's panic could only get more intense, if she did n't find a way to blurt out her business. She tried tough to centralize ; she had had peck of sentence - all day to plan what to say, but her system of logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a head of ... crapper, Doctor. ``

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

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

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling bad than she had ever felt in her sprightliness, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the 1st time and soaked her breeches, her dress and her school day seat with unexpected and terrifying adolescent catamenial leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo 's future few words were carefully measured to try and make Karen begin to feel Thomas More at ease and reassure her that he was there to aid her with medical exam topic. He explained, simply that constipation was a very common ailment, and there really was no need to feel obstruct about it. He was sure he could decide her condition. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karen naked or partly undressed, and the options of treatment, which he would also enjoy. His penis twitched yet again and started to make full up quite seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's gasp under his desk, and taking deep breaths, Karen began to settle a petty better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't need to speak for a little while, as the smiling, favorable Dr. went on to explain, in a fairly prosaic Doctor 's way, how impairment could rise for various reasons. He asked about her day by day and weekly diet, whether she ate a lot of veggie and cereal grass, drank a lot of urine, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a change of H2O could be one of the causes of irregularity. And of course, anxiety itself would n't facilitate. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some contingent what she had been habitually eat on and drinking.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory visit to the toilet in the last month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and abominable. She had suffered serious tummy aches for several twenty-four hour period.

Then, inquiry came up about Karen 's intimate activities, and doc Lorenzo explained how constipation could sometimes touch on the ability to relax during sexual relation. Of path, Karen knew all about this from inaugural manus, but her shyness prevented her from going into point about her relationship with Larry and her masturbatory mental block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficultness'in that orbit.

The doctor seemed perfectly to understand Karen 's hesitancy to say more than, measuring the emotional personality of his new and matter to patient with his many class of medical exam experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the delight of helping this pretty new patient could be even greater than he had a first mentation it might. Karen might even be the perfect patient role for his style of intervention, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual big businessman now flowing strongly through the vein in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing stock flow in her new doctor 's nether part, Karen began to make relaxed. Her external respiration slowed, the clump in her bosom lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own blood began to flow back into her fingerbreadth again.

'' Now, '' said Dr. Lorenzo finally, `` we understand basically what your job is. What shall we do about it ? ``

Of course, apart from some kind of prescription, Karen had no idea, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked down at her clasped hands, the tension coming back briefly.

'' First, Mrs Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will regain the good solvent
for you, do n't worry. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the good thing in coming to see me. '' From his own point of vista especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to relax, physician, but I 've never had this ... kind of ... job before, and frankly ... I 'm at a loss ... '' Karen sought more words, but failed to sound out what she meant.

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate affair, 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 irritation, and as a MD, I am well placed to suggest one of several solvent available. ''

He seemed to reflect for a here and now or two, then : `` First, I should carry out a unsubdivided examination. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is suck and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to give birth another female present. ``

He paused for a moment, allowing Karen to recall 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 canvas you this eventide, rather than have you make another appointee and hold off a patch to get back. We can get your problem solved quicker. Again, please do n't care - I 'll be very blue-blooded with you, and just a niggling internal exploration really is requisite to see what problems exist, before we can decide whatever solvent is earmark for you. ``

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed state, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new devotee Larry had been anywhere near the intimate places of her trunk since she had separated from her husband and no-one had ever touched her there, inside her anus. Not even her well-loved Doctor Stroud. Even when she was cleaning herself intimately, in the bath, she had never stuck her finger's breadth into that situation. She did n't bed if she could possibly countenance this doctor she did n't bonk yet to direct the kind of intimate examination she began to envisage.

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently get and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and private nether realm, and the whole approximation simply horrified Karen, almost frightened her to dying - no matter how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the shortest possible time uncommitted, Karen decided that his ostensible kindness and his promise to be aristocratic were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his proposal of marriage, she would be back at square one ; she would go on suffering a while longer, and would eventually give to fall. Or worse : she would have to go see another doctor, who might not be as kind and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's hesitation, almost inactivity, gave the green light to medico Lorenzo, and he stood up and bid Karen to go over to a waist high, firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a wide-cut length paper towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underwear, keeping on her blouse and wench. He turned his spine, and Karen, having no choice, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her flimsy pantie, folded it and placed it on a chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her dame to cover as advantageously she could her upper berth ramification and thighs, she lay back, placed her point onto a soft pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustling of the newspaper indicated to Doctor Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he turned back towards Karen and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a duo of very very well, colourless latex boxing glove.

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 MD 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 prescription. Then MD Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this examination she might be better turned away from him, onto her left side of meat, and waited as she shuffled again into that position. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that browned line of work skirt of Karen's.

There was a here and now 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just lift up your skirt, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left incline, and feeling sang-froid, pleasant air on her bottom, thighs and legs, she heard him say : `` please turn up your right leg up to your chest, keeping your left leg heterosexual. Relax, this will only take a few proceedings ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pale womanishness of Karen 's naked buttocks and thighs for the first fourth dimension. He was certainly impress. His penis was fully concentrated in an flash. His centre opened wider in secret pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' First, I 'll just rub a small desexualise lubricant between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to facilitate the penetration of my digit. Is this the initiatory meter you 've had such an test ? ``

Hearing a phone of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as placate as potential ... .I do n't think you 'll incur it too uncomfortable ... .. just a piddling ... ..strange the kickoff clock time, but not atrocious. Some people even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced Dr. knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his member was now very severe indeed, and was pushing at the front of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the usual bottleneck of his underpants, but he was enjoying the turmoil so far, the clash of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the next few minutes to add up. It was an testing he had done a 1000 time, and he had never failed to enjoy this totally internal exploration and digital encroachment of the female body. In light, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in upheaval. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to stir her delicate little anus, and in recent twenty-four hour period she had felt such an ongoing soreness, a shrewd discomfort there, due to her sweat to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going to penetrate her delicate piffling bud with his digit ! Her external respiration was getting to a greater extent and more speedy as she waited, bum and second joint exposed to the sweet air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting way, and what 's Sir Thomas More, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

She did n't do it the essence that this sight had already on the Doctor of the Church 's genitals.

There was not long for Karenic to wait. She felt the tripping of a touch 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 assuredness, slippery substance being spread by a fingerbreadth, then several finger's breadth, onto the sphere around the tiny hole of her anus.

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karen. Her earlier little terror receded momentarily. It was variety of like a spark fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This grooming went on for a few foresightful moments, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very fairly backside ''.

Karenic 's heart leapt in her bureau. She did n't get it on whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a Dr. whom she did n't even know, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such things to a patient role he did n't lie with either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to opine he was saying it to trouble her from the closeness of the examination she was undergoing for the very first clip, as part of his medical proficiency, to lighten up the situation somewhat. She blushed, said zilch, and waited.

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

At the very Same wink, she felt the pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for sealed, against her diminutive anal orifice. She felt herself strain up. The perch insistence stayed there whilst Doctor Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my finger's breadth pushing very gently, Mrs Alan Shepard. When you feel it press harder, try to relax your anal muscular tissue, I shall be about to penetrate your pretty little anus ; if you feel any pain or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll pause to leave you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... doctor '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, and now inevitable, unavoidable insight of her most secret orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt sharp against Karenic 's little puckered hole, then she felt a sharper, uncomfortable sensation as the digit, this foreign object, met the initial electrical resistance of her anal ringing. She wanted to stop it, push away the invader. A secondment 's hesitation, more pressure, then his finger slid in, just a centimeter, no more. Karenic gasped out loud.

'' Alright Mrs Shepard ? '' said Doctor Lorenzo ? `` Does that anguish ? ``

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

Dr. Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum hole for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this alien business of her internal sanctum sanctorum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the encroacher began to slither deeper, very gently and very slowly, only a one-half a centimetre at a clip. Soon, Karenic had the mental picture that her unharmed anus was filled by something as vast as a cuke. She held her intimation. She could n't decide yet whether it was really atrocious or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a unattackable itch to reject this hard object by contracting her anal muscles.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karenic and gazing at her lovely buttocks, his finger planted just inside her ass, was having a truly large time. His cock was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his gasp. He wanted to wrench it out of his wear and do something with it. But that would not be not proper ; he was a doctor and was required to comport to a sealed code of ethics, after all. So for the second, with his free people hired man he just re-arranged his peter inside his silk parapraxis, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expand and throb inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader Begin to recede. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This meter, Karen tried not to hold out, tried to unwind and allow the enemy to coerce its way into her. This clip, Doctor Lorenzo 's finger's breadth slid in easier, and a little foster. He smiled delightedly in his own private human beings of sexual joy, but Karenic could n't see his human face. She knew zilch of his intellectual and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

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

The foraging finger moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's indorsement knuckle, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a stoppage. Karenic 's breathing changed, from a previously unquiet rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited chemical reaction in her chest. And in her depleted body too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no longer a truly medical examination, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The tricky incursion of medico Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a unconstipated and unrelenting cadence, and as the seconds passed, she no longer had that urge to repel the invader. Her anal heftiness 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 woman could allow a man 's member inside her most enigma jam, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karenic was now more and More aware that there was a tingling in her vagina, the source of genuine sexual excitement. Her snatch felt very warm up and moist, and she began to worry about the possibility of her love juices starting to run visibly out of her kitty brim, if this continued much longer. She could n't barricade her mouth chess opening and emitting a frail sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not head for the hills Doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he pretermit the distinct quivering in Karen 's crushed body as he thrust his finger back and forth into her pretty little ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a health check practitioner. His cock strained at his wearable, shake laborious and pulsing. Now he began to sense the former motive release for liberation, wanted to feel the cool air on his cock, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo 's articulation reached Karen 's ears, despite her partial mental absence from the world of the consulting room : `` Are you alright there, Mrs Alan Shepard ? '' Am I hurting you ? Nearly finished ... I think I 've almost assessed the nature of the blockage in your sweet piddling bum. ``

Karen managed to say quietly `` No, doctor, I 'm ok. ''

And then the doctor 's finger receded for the live meter ; there was a small wet popping noise as it left the sanctitude of her anal retentive opening move. Karen suddenly felt a sensation of loss. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, keep your finger in me ! ``

But her shyness found its way back into her subconscious mind, and then into her
upper conscious intellection, as she realised how far she 'd gone emotionally during this once feared scrutiny. Flushed with turmoil, her vagina now throbbing and even squiffy, she waited for MD Lorenzo 's next words.

She felt what she imagined to be a lingering, latex-gloved caress of both buttocks, then the prickly sense impression of paper towels being rubbed gently and efficiently all around her anus and derriere, as the doctor cleaned her up.

'' There. You can supervene upon your panty now, Mrs Shepard. Your passably piddling bum is all strip and shiny again. If my fiddling examination has brought on a need to go to the toilet, feel free to use the wardrobe over there. And when you 're ready we 'll talk over what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her scanty and looking over at Doctor Lorenzo 's large-minded back and shoulders as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiousness was returning, as she reflected on the almost scandalous way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this entirely experience to the extent that her pussycat was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her natural inclination of an orbit and initial veneration.

The real penetration of her body had proved to be much less of an trial by ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasance of a kind she could not accept imagined before. Her thoughts accelerated, turned to her fan ; she imagined that if Larry had been there right for her at that instant, she would bear dragged him close to her, ripped open his trousers, grabbed and caressed his associate hardness, hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, movement or back, she would n't care. She would have done everything with him, raced to a mutual orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather hot seat, and Doctor Lorenzo 's vocalisation once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to deal with this ... closure of yours, Mrs Sam Shepard. In view of the time that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick answer is advisable. There are what we might address 'small clyster'available at the pharmacy. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can allot them yourself quite simply at house, in total concealment ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many causa of constipation, to move an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karen nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her scanty had become dampness between her second joint, her kitty was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing charge per unit was still high, but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in decree to have rapid moderation from your ... blockage this eve, you must rank your personal sureness in me to transport out a full enema. Of course, we wo n't have the assist or presence of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly straight forward procedure, so we 'll cope well enough. And of course, I can assure you that the whole thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full clyster ! A full enema ! Karen 's center opened wide of the mark, and the Doctor of the Church realised her response of fear immediately, saw her flower, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Shepard. It will only take a little time, and you will be capable to go home this evening entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a unit lot just than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his power to remain calm and 'professional'in movement of this timid womanhood with the pretty facial expression and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself More than he had for a long prison term ; since Sandie McPherson 's last sojourn in fact.

A pause, allowing Karen to cumulate her sentiment, then : `` Agreed ? Shall we try it ? ''

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

The words 'start where we left off'made Karen 's inwardness thumping again, but not completely out of fear this time. The previous five minutes had been so undecomposed that she thought about the enema with look to delight, even though she did n't really acknowledge what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his back momentarily. `` film off your panty again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now firm. He was in Thomas More of a haste to get to the succeeding stage of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the same chair, and lay down on the leather lounge on her left side, as before, bending up her right leg towards her bureau. She heard the smack of latex paint gloves being donned, and then for what seemed a few minutes, some rustling noises around the consulting room.

There was the running of water, as though the physician was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the process of trying to slack again whilst all this was taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room wall behind the couch. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the butt end of the couch, wheeling a tall 'T'shaped metal stand, with a large, liquid filled charge card bag hanging on it. A plastic vacuum tube about half a m long, trailing from the bag, had a picayune stop tap at the top and a belittled nose at the bottom end.

'' This is all we need to administer your clyster, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The answer in the bag is simply tender water and soap, by the way, for your comfort. The most effective resolution for enemas is normally coffee and warm urine, but for now, soap and H2O will have to do. '' He stopped in his trail. `` I wonder ... ''

His voice trailed off as he moved around the sofa, appeared to be pondering something, then : `` Perhaps you would be near ... more comfortable ... on your spinal column for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a footling hesitancy. Once on her back, she felt the unfitness of a pillow pressed against her naked hindquarters. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising her pussy and her anal possible action a few centimetres top 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 gaze upon your perfect hind end this clock time. ''

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this doc 's bedside manner again, his special way to help oneself her relax. Not knowing what to answer, and in any case no longer afraid like before, she said zero ; she waited for further statement, heart beating delightfully fast.

'' Good, now raise up your knees towards your chest please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the ceiling, Karen raised her knees up towards her bureau, her annulus falling back over her waist. She pressed her knees together shyly, very aware that even so, the doctor would be treated to an unrestricted view down below of her neatly trimmed pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the English of the couch.

Feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karenic placed her feet flat on the paper towel covered couch and allowed her school principal to relax back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow down, her breast would not stop clunk ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would palpate. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fear she had experienced at the beginning, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shameful sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the hotshot she had earlier bask inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot puss had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the time that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his readying, and in any former common soldier and convenient circumstances she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would have to wait, she thought, but as soon as she got domicile, she would be capable to attend to her growing want. And perhaps this time, she would get that long delinquent fulfilment, if the doctor 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 joint, looked into Karen 's eyes, he took hold of the end of the clyster tube-shaped structure in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her human knee, as though testing the duration and length from her anus. Instinctively, Karenic opened her knee, knowing what was to occur. The doctor held her eyes for a second gear or two, then as though drawn by attractive feature, his blue oculus dropped down to her crotch. His brow raised up ; it seemed he could n't cease himself saying : `` Mmm Mrs Alan Shepard, you have not only a pretty bum, I see. ``

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to occupy about the value orientation of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping snatch and the renewed penetration of her anus bound to come. His leaden personal remarks served only to encourage this clamant whiz of intimate titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to look at Doctor Lorenzo in a more assailable way. She began to imagine him as a sexual collaborator, wondered how he would be underneath his black trouser. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and standstill, she even dared glance down to his fork. Was that a bulge down there ?

She had felt his jot, but only through latex paint baseball mitt ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's manpower on her ass and second joint, his pro tactile sensation becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to suppose how that cock would search if he released it from his pants, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The succus continued to fall down below and Karenic felt very sound indeed, as she lay back on the sofa, waiting for this now welcome invasion of her gather, slightly enlarged anal opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen 's vagina, it was unsufferable not to see that her pussy back talk were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor Lorenzo knew from many long time of experience that his examination earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain force'on his patient role. His pecker was still pulsing strongly and his blue eyes gleamed, though Karenic 's saw none of this ; her head was now back on the pillow, and she was looking up decompress, at the consulting room roof again.

A rustling of rubber-base paint again, and there was that familiar spirit smell of coolheaded slippery lubricator being spread around the cunt of her bare inner behind and anus by caressing fingers. Karen began to breathe a fraction heavier, not in anxiety now, but in totally illicit pleasure. Those amazingly practiced, experienced doctor 's fingers moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal fervor increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it heavy into her succus dripping pussy. Or snap Larry and assault him. Or grab the physician and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the high spirits, the passion rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karenic felt something touch her clit. It must have been, surely must have been, an accident. Her lower dead body jumped as a sharp spate of pleasance went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her head came up from the pillow, to look straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue eye, his eyebrow slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, apologize me '' said the physician, and stopped spreading the lube for a second. `` Sorry if that injury. ``

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

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

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

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

Her head went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the tone of the sang-froid slippery lube and Doctor Lorenzo 's experienced fingers slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zone, until at last, at long death, what Karen had been waiting for : his rigid finger pressed against her petite dorsum passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this metre more easily into her occult muddle. Bliss, thought Karen, loving the coming back of this once revere encroachment of her anus.

Immediately, her anal brawn relaxed without her having to recollect about it, and she waited for those fragile, rhythmic finger-thrusts into her welcoming fix. Her turmoil began to mount again, almost back to its former level ; her secretion began to flow and she just knew that the paper towel would soon be flooded with her intimate succus. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

physician Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the feel of his fixed tumescence inside his pants, the silk slip caressing his balls, enjoying the liberties of intimacy he was taking with this fabulous female ass and pussy, totally opened up to his regard and his penetrating finger's breadth. He too was leaking informal succus from the end of his aching cock. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was cognisant that the finger stopped moving, then slipped out with the same mucky plop sound 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 articulatio genus, then down in towards her crotch. He held it there for a moment, as he explained the next steps.

'' Your dessert small ... pretty niggling ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Shepard ... I shall inclose the little nozzle on the end of the pipe very gently, so as to get you the minimum of discomfort, then insert it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to fall down into your anus. You will have noted that the schnoz is somewhat smaller than my finger's breadth, so it should n't be any risky a sensation than before. Are you gear up ? ``

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was more than set up for the unknown experience of her offset enema, and allowed her head teacher to relax back once more onto the easy pillow. She wanted to find this, prize every panorama of this sense, not necessarily to depend, but to find, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her picayune brown hole ? One of her bum impudence was pressed to one position by latex covered, firm but gentle fingers. A second 's falter, and she felt a petite jog of the nozzle end beginning to penetrate her ass. It was smaller than the Dr. 's fingerbreadth, somehow shrill, not so conformable. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so subdued superstar of caressing fingers was missing. Karen could n't avail feeling just a bit disappointed, somehow deprived of something extra, though the level of her excitement did n't lessen one iota.

medico Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall open this petty valve and earmark the liquid to flow into your anus. You should have a warm, not unpleasant sensation of liquid filling your bowel for a while. In due course, if you should experience cramp iron at any bit, you must tell me uncoiled away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only take a few minutes. Once that 's done, you will soon feature a strong urge to go to the toilet, but try to hold back as long as possible. When it gets inconceivable to hold back, tell apart me and I 'll help you to the cabinet. ``

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

Very soon, there was a delicious awareness of tender flowing limpid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was wonderful, thought Karenic, almost refusing to believe how such a function, intended to cure an embarrassing health job, could be so sensual and sexually stimulating at the same time. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the impression her cunt lips were wide open and swollen and leaking her succus everywhere ; and the knowledge that the Doctor of the Church had a full opinion of her stimulated genitals excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her button a lilliputian with her charge plate toy, she would have got exploded into orgasm in very short meter. At that second, Karen Shepard was Sir Thomas More than halfway to paradise.

medico Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to climax inside his gasp. Or in effect, Fish out his swollen, rigid tool and stuff it into the delightfully open and dripping wet cunt of his newest and prettiest patient, Karenic Sam Shepard. He kept himself under mastery, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karen did n't block that Doctor Lorenzo was there ; he became the aim of her desires now. This excitement in her cunt reminded her how much better everything would be if she could have her love box filled right now with Larry 's strong, stiff and throbbing cock. But the only if stopcock anywhere near was that of the Doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, affect it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to satisfy her other opening whilst this warmly feel swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her sexual agitation mounted.

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

'' Hold on, Mrs Shepard, it 's muscle spasm ... .relax as much as you can, do n't incite. ``

With that, he lifted her chick higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his greased latex paint gloved script, daily round and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how practically better it ought to be without the glove. It was as though the doctor had read her mind. She heard the shot of latex, knowing that he had ripped the baseball mitt off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lubricant. He rubbed gently in lot, he smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karenic forgot about the spasm pain, relaxed into the marvellous feeling of the strong hands of her new, dark, bighearted, sensual doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of fond liquid inside her bowels. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his ministrations to Karen 's belly, enjoying his magnate. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the warmly liquid state from the clyster still running down the vacuum tube into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karenic 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juice onto the paper towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karenic 's clothing, place his consistency 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, Karenic 's excitement began to build up even more, as Doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a fiddling get down, towards her closing cropped pubic area. Each time one of his hands went up and circle, it descended a little lower, until she was aching for his manus to continue its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy lips. She now wanted those fingerbreadth on her button, to rub her to her commencement climax in various hebdomad, such was the vividness of her build-up. She was set to come, and number hard. She just needed soul to touch the trigger and she would go off like a bomb calorimeter, she just knew it.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an know practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signs of a woman close to orgasm : the heavy breathing, the rise and crepuscle of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The bm of Karen 's belly, low-down body and thigh. No Logos were necessary. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper second joint, then thumb first into the apparition of Karenic 's thighs and pressed against the initiative of her cunt, rubbed lightly at first-class honours degree on her bitch lip, then up and onto her clitoris. His other hired man carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her English. Pressing his lower body forward towards the couch, his fabric covered hardness came into delicious contact with the bare mildness of Karen 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hand so that his medallion was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his digit and in an flash it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karen exploded. nil else was needed. She felt the pressure of something severely against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely Doctor 's finger inside her hot moistness and his laurel wreath pressing on her clit were all that were necessary to bring her over the edge, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shake violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. Eyes closed, her head thumped, her rosehip raised themselves off the couch and quaked ; as her articulatio coxae dropped, she felt the sharp nudge of the clyster nozzle inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even deeper, amplifying the billow of pleasance. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving breasts against her crisp white blouse and she kept on come up and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic contractions in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was rapturous ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching pecker against Karen 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her paunch, his eyeball glued to this delicious point where his figure was penetrating her organic structure, feeling the soft chassis inside her vagina, the point where his palm pressed down on her flesh out clit. As Karenic 's chest heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning fullness of her vertical nipples outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip outdoors that blouse and soak up them hard into his mouth, bite into her chassis.

The quaking went on and on throughout Karen 's body, and doc Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth moved more forcefully inside her, squishing, bending back and forth to eke the go shudder out of her orgasm.

Karenic had come faster, intemperate and more completely than she could call up it ever happening before.

Doctor Lorenzo wanted to come with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her second joint against his turgid rooster, longing to share this precious instant of outrageous pleasure that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the Sami dismission, to feel his source spitting out into the world, or rich into Karen 's physical structure, from his sperm-full egg and his unbending tool, but he knew he would receive to expect a while.

As the loudness of her orgasm began to recede and her tatty gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a dissimilar form of feeling. A sudden but sure build up of fluid pressure in her breadbasket and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her centre wide, looked up to the pedestal with the dangling bag. The nozzle 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 sentience of the word ; her mind and her ass and the residual of her breathless, shaking consistence were in level ten panic state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her straightaway need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's second joint, he snapped into urgent medical practician legal action. His own pleasure had to wait a while. He slipped his digit out of Karenic 's vagina, gave a last caress of finger's breadth to her slit rim. He eased the pressure of his penis against Karenic 's leg, reached around to slip the nozzle of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist radar target, tiny mite of regret as first Doctor Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on right now. She was ready to empty, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her pep pill arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a posing position. Their eyes met for the first time in several minutes, scintillation, but there was professional concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No lyric were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her second joint, 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 control ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy accident right there in the consulting room. So totally preoccupied had she been with the beat pleasure generated by the enema and Doctor Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing work force that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden peak of pressure in her viscera.

The doctor led her, clenching her ass musculus, quickly towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the room access inwards and stepped aside to enable Karenic to rush in and throw her bum impudence onto the insensate john seat, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the pressure became too much to harbor back. He switched on the light and closed the door without a word.

Karenic, now a little breathless again as a upshot of the dash from couch to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal heftiness completely, and let it all go.

The relief was almost beyond her straightaway comprehension. After all those weeks of stress and failure to assuage the terrible need to empty her bowels, it simply poured out of her. brain back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the loo pot, for what seemed like several transactions. Then as the atmospheric pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the button of the w.c. water tank. As the weewee gushed into the pot with almost as much mass as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to try and push more to exit, to ascertain that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long in conclusion. As she did that, a tiny climax twitched inside her vagina, causing her to jump, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful return of the momentarily forgotten pleasance in her pussy.

She sighed again, and as her breathing began to slow back to normal, paused to recognise the enormity of what had just happened in the privacy of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room.

Was it all a pipe dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a simple prescription remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal examination for the very first time - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, sensual medico ? And had all this eventually led her to a tar of sexual excitement quite unknown region in her previous life, brought on by the enema and the manual of arms care of this same doctor ?

Her header was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet report and began to scavenge herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to face this adorable doctor again. She flushed the cistern one last time, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the hot seat by the couch. Quick beat of the heart again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

Head glade, concerned about her cleanliness, she went to the small wash drawing stadium in the cabinet, and as serious she could, washed her hands with easy lay and water, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once Sir Thomas More and started on her vaginal expanse, lingering a while over her puss lips, enjoying the gentle stimulus as she rubbed soap and then water supply over her genital rim.

physician Lorenzo 's handsome face and proficient workforce, that absolutely certain bulge in his pants, its rubbing against her second joint and the memory of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karen 's judgment as she rubbed her pussy brim lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second orgasm.

Meanwhile, during these few mo of long overdue bowel easing for Karen, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating furiously next door, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue backup.

The respectable Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was sitting behind his panoptic oak desk, his chair pushed back slightly, and looking across the room at the closed toilet console door behind which Karen was emptying her gumption. The photo of his wife and adolescent kid was flat on the desk. His zipper was open and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but thin cock with its bulgy head out of his silk slip ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karenic's panty wrapped around his shaft. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the crapper ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient role - and a shy one too, despite her meekness at his hands - to walk in and overtake him with cock in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his life history could soon be in peril. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to grime Karen 's already wet pantie. He pumped hard.

He heard the commencement flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to clean herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with subdued toilet paper. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end of his knob. The eye of his cock leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his thumb as he rubbed. His head was full of icon of Karen 's swollen cunt brim, her beautiful ass and second joint. He wondered about her titty, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in outline under her blouse, nipples hard. With his detached hired man he reached into his desk drawer for a thick wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the newspaper softness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female gentleness instead.

Hearing the weewee running into the wash bowl behind the cabinet room access, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a professional, touch on tonus : `` Are you alright, Mrs Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the sound of the run water system almost covered his question. The doctor 's vocalization trembled a little, from the sexual excitation he was feeling as he got closer to culminate, but Karen did n't notice. If only he knew, thought Karen, then called out to affirm that she was ok.

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

At that moment, an enormous outpouring of seminal fluid ejected from Doctor Lorenzo 's member, into his handful of kleenex. His peg jerked, and his ass left his leather seat, his middle closed tight onto figure of ass and vagina and crispy Patrick White blouse covered breasts. His promontory went back, mouth open, as the joy of his orgasm ripped through his balls and his dick. The throbbing was as acute as it had ever been in this post. His report may give been at hazard, but that did n't stop Doctor Lorenzo from taking jeopardy, carefully calculated, of trend, when he found himself excited to such a academic degree by a female patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an enema, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The Dr. celebrated his interjection soundlessly, before his breathing began to calm down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to seep through into his handwriting, as he squeezed the knob end hard, to drain out the utmost few tears of come from his penis, and the last few jerks of pleasance. Breathing surd and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a formal and threw it into his waste paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his assistant would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual use when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his solecism, his zipper pulled up in seconds, and the panty returned to the chair by the test sofa, Dr. Lorenzo, the highly respectable, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to make sure that he would possess scrubbed his mitt clean and jerk of all traces of pussy, cock, ass and lubricator, 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 drainage basin, straightened her wear as best she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling naked under her annulus, her kernel had started beating fast again. She grasped the doorway handle and pulled, thus returning to the smartness of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, where Doctor Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the same winning smile. medico Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Shepard. ``

Not struggling to find her words at all now, Karenic replied : `` Oh yes Doctor Lorenzo, much a great deal just. I ca n't say you how a lot. ``

Doctor Lorenzo understood. `` I can think ... I said it would be alright, did n't I ? Not at all painful ... even pleasurable ... do you agree, finally ? ``

'' Absolutely, '' replied Karen, a little 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 fine ... pleasurable ... .dare I say : exciting. ''

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any soreness ... gives you cause for complaint ... distress ... dubiousness about the whole matter ... '' His wickedness eye forehead were slightly furrowed. medico Lorenzo still had to be heedful about his professional emplacement and his career.

'' Not at all, '' replied Karen. `` It was ... really ... very nice ... and a great relief. ``

Approaching the MD 's desk, she bent down to recover her handbag on the story 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 lay down a show of getting it back ; she wanted to exit as quickly as potential, and with whatever was left of her dignity. melodic theme were taking shape in her mind.

doctor Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling eyes. But neither of them was to broach the subject of the physician 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his manipulation of her button, the invasion of his skilful strict finger into her wet vagina and the obviously virgin pleasure she had enjoyed throughout her first 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 thought of what the Dr. had been doing all the time she had been preoccupied with her intestine evacuation and her intimate cleanup. She did however, glint down at Doctor Lorenzo 's crotch as he stood up ; was that a moist patch she saw on the nominal head of his pants ?

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll recite you something else, Mrs Shepard ... Karen : enema are not simply a way of relieving strong-arm job ... intestine inactiveness, occlusion such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing sexual gratification. Between couples in the intimacy of their own base and so on ... if you 'd like to get it on more, you can find batch of selective information on the net ... or you are welcome to come and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's groove brows must have indicated the surprise and uncertainty she was feeling about what the medico was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside manner grinning. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a mobile telephone issue as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call off me for an appointment, should you give birth any reason for care in the futurity - this problem or any former. If my consultancy happens to be closed, feel free to use my mobile bit. It wo n't be a problem for me to holler and see you at home. ``

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

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to cause been a long silence : `` My secretary will mete out with the paperwork tomorrow. In the lag, Karen, relax and revel your new found freedom. You should be capable to get back to normal ... bowel natural action from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the exit, Karen had many former thought process spinning around in her top dog - not least of which that she still wore no scanty. But maiden things first. The panty could wait ; she had plenitude of others at home. She accepted the MD 's cool, screaky pick hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back retentivity of titillating slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each other 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 ring Sandie and thank her for the recommendation, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting way to do a short significant housekeeping at the end of the working day.

Karen skipped down the stair to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the chill evening air wafting onto her bleakness under her chick and calming the combustion 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 butt, felt the soft cloth against her stripped ass. She grabbed her own Mobile River phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's number, finger's breadth trembling.

'' get-go things first, '' she spoke aloud, with a warm glowing of intense and relieved anticipation as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END