MRS Sam Shepard GOES TO THE Dr.'S

Chapter One - Karenic and Larry :

Karen Sam Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal problem. It was a by way of an intimate and unenviable matter, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a doctor and discussing her predicament, especially as she had only just taken up residency in a new household in the country, and did n't know any of the doctors in the nearby Ithiel Town at all.

spine family, in her previous biography, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a lifelong Friend of the menage. Dr. Stroud, whom Karenic always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the same fourth part since Karenic was a just short girlfriend, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a adolescent, when strong-arm matters can be a problem, she never had any inhibitions about going to the OR, and felt she could blab out to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing body, her periods, her budding breasts, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the familiarity of consulting your Doctor of the Church from a very early on age. And for Karenic it was sometimes easier to open up and discuss her near intimate secrets with a doctor she 'd known all her life, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this land town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the estimation of going to see a unknown doctor for the low time scratch veneration into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, vibration started in her breast, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't be with her little problem forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but significant footstep, still hoping vainly that the issue would decide itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the 24-hour interval and weeks passed, and Karen did n't find the bravery to scale her timidness and call off a Dr. for an naming. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiousness attacks sometimes, and this plight was not helping her in her day by day animation. At all.

Karenic Alan Shepard reflected on all this at home alone one natural spring break of day, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the vast orchard bordering her new household. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in danger of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex living, having this slimy complication every day. She had a just and caring lover, but she had n't dared state Larry anything about her vexation. Her natural shyness and inherent inhibition, prevented her from finding the bravery to explain to him, simply, why in recent sentence she had been so loth to commit herself to full sexual love, like before.

Larry lived a few hr'drive away, but she had started to invent reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her home. She nevertheless felt such a hard warmheartedness for him and loved the sex, the tightness and the warm consolation she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty tactile sensation about this situation.

They had met during a two-day oeuvre league, which Larry attended as senior representative of one of the supplier company 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 blue looks and shapely figure captivating. For her part, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's loose personality and beneficial tone. He got her feeling relaxed in his company within a very unforesightful 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 recollective clock time, thanks to Larry 's easily way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's secret hope, there was to be no passionate Night with Karen in his hotel room this prison term. She had not drunk much at all, and insisted on driving herself home plate, alone ; Larry had to be substance that night with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient for another two hebdomad, before Karen allowed affair go in a sexual direction.

The Passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday eve, when Larry had dined Karen again in the Saame restaurant, and she had invited him into her base for the very first clock time. She had prepared herself in feeler ; the house and especially her bedroom were refined and spotless, reinvigorated flat solid on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, confidant but allowing her to conceal her timidity. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her alcoholic sofa on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink in a little to a greater extent wine than was her riding habit, and she felt well and truly ready now to dedicate herself to sexual social intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of getting to know him.

Kissing seemed relaxed, tender and natural, becoming more fervent as the here and now 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 ungarmented, Karen 's chest bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karenic 's timid fingers. By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, bridge player in bridge player to the interior and to her erotically lit sleeping accommodation, they were both more than ready for what was to postdate ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, sassing locked hard, tongues thrashing together, hands 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 blazon for him to fall in her, before hauling a sheet over them and slipping off her panty.

It was the first time that anyone had been able to steer Karen in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that Nox a new look to her sexuality ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprise at the speed of her meekness and acquiescence, Karen began to realise there really was anxiety-free life after five years of sterile, wasted wedding. Her previously lonely divorcée creation took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the rest of his own apparel and thrown them carelessly on the sleeping room floor, nervously fished out of his pant air hole a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their conjugation was fast and furious that first of all time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the sheet covered bed. His back talk was soon glued back onto to hers, their lingua entwined, and Larry was pressing his defenseless body down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her pap briefly, then return to piece her hot lips, seek her willing tongue again. Feeling for the world-class time the joy of flesh against flesh, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knee joint, slipped his stiff, bursting, rubber covered callosity far into Karen 's dampish astuteness and ejaculated quickly with a oink of pleasure. Such was his drown turmoil at this initial and long-awaited insight of his new partner 's subdued and welcoming torso.

Karen, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not culminate, but was not totally frustrated ; after all, she was used to intercourse without climax. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her second joint pressed closely against Larry 's waist. She savoured the saturation of this hard, curved, pulsating organ inside her snatch as it spurted its seed into the condom, relished that she had been able to give pleasure to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the weighting of his trunk afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting hard into her mouth.

As his phallus shrunk away and slipped out of Karen 's pussy, the semen filled condom barely integral, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty interjection, though Karen said nothing on the affair, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this bit of initial affaire. He managed discreetly to discard of the condom, duly knotted, and after a suitable minute of relaxation, kissing and reciprocal hugging under the sheet, he found his erection returning quickly enough. At the correct bit, he was able to attain for another condom without any more precariousness, and this indorsement sentence, to luxuriate in the soft dampness of Karen 's hot inner holy place. Her legs hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's phallus into her uterus. He slowed his pace this meter, allowing Karen to feel the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his industrious poking to buss her generous breasts, suck her knockout nipples for long moments, then her rima oris, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's up-and-coming footstep, acquisition and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very commencement penetrative climax. Seconds after she came, Larry spurted a sec load of seminal fluid into his safe, inside Karen 's diffused, warm, welcoming damp. She was taken by surprise by the speed with which the flood tide came over her, trembled and shook as the jerking of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the ace of delight inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's stiffness became effeminateness and he slipped away from her once again.

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

They were not finished. They slept in each others'sleeve, and found each other again and again during the Nox. They were Sir Thomas More than a little loath to part on Lord's Day evening, after an intensely secretive night and foresightful 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 good during those week after they became lovers, and they began to spend nearly weekends together, either at Karen 's base or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling mitt in hand in the land, they filled every waking time of day with abandon, discovering each others'eubstance ; in Karen 's font, a controlled unconstraint to the extent that she able-bodied to slow down into the kinship. She discovered that it was possible to achieve very intense penetrative orgasms without having to give for a charge plate phallus, a vibrating subway, and to share them with a caring partner for the foremost time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a self-centred man and a selfish devotee, her only everlasting release had been through furtive and unfrequented masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to attain heights of rage she had never felt before in her survive, her one and only premature intimate relationship. Although he knew that she was using the contraceptive oral contraceptive, he was more than aware as well that risk of disease still made Karenic queasy. He was measured and considerate to use superfluous protection in the former days of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against skin in the most intimate orifice of her body, and receive his seminal fluid into her. She did n't cognise if it was eff 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 final stage. Her old tear of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's natural inhibitions in issue of sex showed early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from ready to hurry into the more taboo orbit of grownup lovemaking. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his qualities of mildness and understanding. For a hanker time, though, their lovemaking was full-strength forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the weather sheet ; always intense and ultimately satisfying, but Larry 's longer term, in high spirits desires were thwarted by Karenic 's reluctance to experiment. He would let liked to proceed forward in their intimacies, to sense of taste and part the more preclude zones of the kingdom of the frame, enjoy viva sex. But he had to measure his yard ; any atmospheric pressure on such a reticent and potentially queasy woman as Karenic could be fatal to their relationship at this early point. Larry was already in love life, and would do nil to scare Karen away at such a decisive stage of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a quixotic dinner party and bring her overnight bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a tea cozy, amorous weekend at her home plate either. Larry was confused, could find no unmistakable logical system in her sudden backdown, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done nothing wrong. Karen did n't grant mark that she wanted to bestow the relationship to an end, but at the Same clock time was pulling back from it in odd room. She was giving out contradictory signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a impregnable desire, certainly. She would find it easy to pop out to lubricate, just watching a romantic motion picture at home alone or reading a John Mill & Boone. Or after a former night midweek phone conversation with her fan, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive Word to excite her. As he whispered his yearning, his adoration for her and key how he loved to hold and kiss her knocker, pick her swollen nipple, stroke her back and especially her buttocks, she would finger her expression kick with selfish pleasure, the heat climb in her loins and her pussy begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephony, she forgot everything but the softness and the shudder of Larry 's voice and his imaginary caresses on her torso, the genial epitome of his hard, curved penis and his slim, business firm eubstance.

seance beside the phone table on her low stool, stage akimbo, she would raise her hanker cotton wool Night apparel over her waist and push aside her pantie. She would countenance the finger's breadth of her free hand to stroke over the lips of her trimmed pussy very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more severe attention later. For those few minutes she longed to possess Larry 's fixed cock inside her body, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that special way that now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the powerful jerks of his cock and the spirt of his seed, to know that he was squirting and draining his liquidity 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 bring herself off, to construct up for what she had been missing with Larry through the forge days, to release some of this pent up mania - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him exact over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible decline of those initial impulse ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night apparel high up over her knocker, panty off, wooden leg across-the-board, psyche back on her pillow. middle closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, nip her enlarged nipples, feeling the urges begin to mount, then taking out her thick, compromising pink charge plate vibrator from its personal drawer, would begin to play it around her sensitive pussy lips. She would tease her clitoris and vaginal first step for a while, anticipating the accounting entry of this plastic tool. 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 try that she still had the capacitance to bring herself to a climactic acme despite this hen-peck thing, she had persisted in her onanism for well over an hour. She added more lubricating jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic 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 action. She pinched her tit harder ; she sought more phantasy in her head, cried out Larry 's figure. But it did n't employment ; the more she insisted, the defective it became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the unreasonable clash. She would throw off her dildo onto the floor in anger and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and very distressing for herself.

Karen soon got desperate ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the sooner the honorable. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and Night. She had severe stomach pains intermittently, her sex life was in abeyance, she risked losing a man who had become dear to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter Three - Karen and Sandie :

Karen had been in this small townspeople in the nation just a few calendar month, and had made only one protagonist during this time apart from Larry. A youthful girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson, proved to be a goodness, reliable friend to Karen ; she helped Karenic find her way around her new job during the settling in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each other 's companionship. They began to spend time together remote office 60 minutes, having a drink, or just relaxing at home to learn boob tube, to listen to music and to jaw. They talked a lot, shared their Leslie Townes Hope and aspiration, invented weirdo, impossible plots to get about the fall of unpleasant colleagues, discussed affairs of the affectionateness to the point that Karen felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much more subject in many ways than her new admirer, so Karen listened rather more than than talked, but that suited her just fine, in aspect of her timidity.

Sandie was 1, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the conjugal purpose of Sir Thomas More than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a senior high school sex drive, and Thomas More than one boyfriend and quiescence better half. Karenic did n't adjudicate her morals at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her buck private animation and working career, and how she floated openly between buff without feeling the obligation to choose one or the former as a lasting fixture in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the wellness risk of exposure that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these conflict in their confidence levels and sexual position, and their primal attitudes towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karenic admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a picayune maudlin. She once tried to further Karen to take up a moment fan, but for Karen one man was quite adequate. More than enough, in the ignitor of her current condition.

One even, Karenic finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her demand was, just that she ought to cross-file with someone, and wanted to ca-ca the in good order option. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant needs right then. Without hesitancy, Sandie directed her to a sure Doctor Lorenzo. With a puckish smile, she said : `` He 's the just, and what 's Sir Thomas More, the best looking Doctor for mile around. ``

Pressed for more entropy, Sandie laughed, oculus rolling, but gave no more away. `` You 'll see '' she grinned, scribbling the telephony number of a pad, and promptly changed the subject.

The next good morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising more than ever the grandness of her want, Karenic finally picked up the telephone set and dialled Doctor Lorenzo 's number. After explaining briefly, without point, to the secretaire that her problem was fairly urgent, the harmonic woman immediately gave her a late assignment, for that same evening, after working hours.

Chapter quatern - Karenic and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karenic was later arriving at the operating theater of medico Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional State Department ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the speech was in town, but finished by walking around various stoppage before stumbling into the large cancel oak door of the right building. At the entranceway was a urbane brass section memorial tablet : Doctor Marcel Lorenzo MD, superior general Practitioner.

Eighteen minute late for her engagement, Karen ran breathlessly up a flying of stairs and burst clumsily and panting into the physician 's response, where she found the doctor 's secretary, a plain, dowdy middle-aged woman waiting for her. She had her pelage 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 affected role in panorama of your absence, so I 'll consume to ask you to hold off over there. He should n't be too long. I must go forth 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 direct, hard

wooden chairperson on the opposite position of the room, smoothed down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and the button of her blouse, to square away herself up. After a brief interphone birdsong to the doctor to herald Karen 's arrival, the repository bid her trade good even and left hand.

As the minutes 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 deliver difficultness finding the right wing words to explain and then talk about the detail of her predicament to this unknown Doctor. Not many words were necessary in realty, but she knew she would probably blush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', medico Stroud. But now it was almost too late to turn and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense five more minutes, there was a sudden click as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a nestling explosion of fear in Karen 's chest ; out stepped a Brigham Young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her counseling, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to add up right in. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, and knee joint shaking, breast thump, she entered the inside sanctum of the consulting elbow room and finally came face to face with doctor Lorenzo.

Closing the doorway, she crossed the expectant elbow 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 mode smile and stood, to offer his outstretched hand.

His presence was immediately impressive, mean Karen. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a snowy full length lab coat, but a pale blue, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trouser. Blue to tally perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and contraband to equal his fuzz on his head and on his forearms and the binding of his hired man. The Italian stemma was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very well-favored man. Probably in his heart forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a pocket-sized leap of another variety in her breast, and the bantam feminine pleasure from seeing this iniquity haired man with very white tooth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool squeeze and another pleasant tiny addition in her instant. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of his wide-cut disconsolate oak desk with red leather insert. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone set, a mish-mash of files and a portable computing device, which was open on the incline. Karenic also noticed a photograph flesh, but it was turned away from her. Probably a folk photo, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, upright piano armchair of the same red leather, placed her purse on the floor at her base and clasped her hands together on her lap. Her knuckles soon became Caucasian.

waiting for the doctor to utter, she glanced around, noticing an examination couch on one position of the room, and a small washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a commode storage locker behind her, to one side of the entrance door. illumination came in brightly from a high frosted meth window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all potpourri of cleaning lady 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 cast of her organic structure underneath her crisp Stanford White blouse and brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with gallant breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her fastened front. And her facial expression was pretty too, framed by short, neat, disconsolate hair. An tote up bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the indulging of a flimsy vellication of his member and blood to run into his glower veins, looking forward to the low gear occasion he would be able to see his new patient 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the mentation sharply, to take care down and open another blue data file on the desk in figurehead of him. He found very petty information inside, just Karenic 's name, address and telephone identification number, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by booster, Sandra McPherson ... ''

Seeing these few, but meaningful words, in an wink, Doctor of the Church 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 call her, to remind her that she ought to amount for her habitue 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too in use, maybe he would phone by her house sometime, by arrangement, of row. 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 gift the appearance of being calm, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky voice, her recent reaching in the district, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two polite questions about her preceding life story and her work. He was felicitous, he said, to receive her on his tilt of patients. He explained too that he would have to get details of her medical chronicle, and therefore needed to obtain her files from her previous Doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to serve the interrogative in as slack up manner as possible, but dreaded late inside the moment when Doctor Lorenzo would achieve the point where it would be necessary to know why she had really come to see him.

As this instant drew nearer, Karen 's anxiety and twinkling began to increase noticeably. She fidgeted.

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

This was it. Karen began to panic again. external respiration hard, she opened her mouth and tried to verbalize. Recognising her reluctance, Doctor of the Church Lorenzo placed his elbow on his desk, clasped his hands together in battlefront of his rima oris, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to loosen up, Mrs Shepard ; tell me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to help. ``

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

Nothing sensible was coming out, and Karenic 's panic could only get Sir Thomas More vivid, if she did n't feel a way to blurt out her concern. She tried hard to concentrate ; she had had plenty of prison term - all day to design what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a inquiry of ... toilet, physician. ``

'' Ah ! '' responded MD Lorenzo. `` I see, a question of john. 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 regretful than she had ever felt in her animation, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the first clip and soaked her breeches, her dress and her school day rear end with unexpected and terrifying teenager menstrual leakings.

doc Lorenzo 's next few words were carefully measured to try and make Karen begin to palpate to a greater extent at informality and reassure her that he was there to help her with medical matters. He explained, simply that impairment was a very common complaint, and there really was no indigence to feel obstruct about it. He was indisputable 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 disrobe, and the choice of treatment, which he would also savour. His penis twitched yet again and started to sate up quite seriously. physician Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking deep breathing spell, Karenic began to take root a little better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't take to utter for a little piece, as the grinning, favorable Doctor of the Church went on to excuse, in a fairly pragmatical doctor 's way, how stultification could rebel for assorted ground. He asked about her everyday and each week diet, whether she ate a lot of vegetables and cereal grass, drank a lot of water, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a modification of water could be one of the causes of constipation. And of course, anxiousness itself would n't help. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some contingent what she had been habitually eating and imbibing.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory visits to the gutter in the concluding month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and terrible. She had suffered severe stomach aches for respective days.

Then, head came up about Karenic 's sexual natural action, and MD Lorenzo explained how impairment could sometimes involve the ability to relax during sexual intercourse. Of course, Karen knew all about this from offset hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her human relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulty'in that area.

The Doctor of the Church seemed perfectly to translate Karen 's reluctance to say Sir Thomas More, measuring the emotional personality of his new and interesting patient with his many years of medical experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the pleasure of helping this pretty new patient could be even greater than he had a first-class honours degree thought process it might. Karen might even be the perfect affected role for his style of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the intimate exponent now flowing strongly through the vena in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing line current in her new doctor 's nether neighborhood, Karen began to relax. Her breathing slowed, the thumping in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her helping hand together, and her own parentage began to flow back into her finger's breadth again.

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

Of form, apart from some sort of prescription, Karenic had no idea, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked down at her brooch helping hand, the tensity coming back briefly.

'' First, Mrs Sam Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will find the best root
for you, do n't interest. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the decent affair in coming to see me. '' From his own point of panorama especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to make relaxed, doctor, but I 've never had this ... sort of ... trouble before, and frankly ... I 'm at a release ... '' Karen sought more words, 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 instinctive that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this uncomfortableness, and as a Dr., I am well placed to advise one of several resolution available. ''

He seemed to mull over for a moment or two, then : `` First, I should run out a bare interrogation. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferred to have another female present. ``

He paused for a consequence, allowing Karen to imagine about what he had said, then went on : `` If you 're not too worried about being alone with me right now, I will be glad to examine you this evening, rather than have you make another appointment and await a while to come back. We can get your problem solved quicker. Again, please do n't interest - I 'll be very gentle with you, and just a little internal exploration really is requirement to see what job 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 devotee Larry had been anywhere near the intimate berth 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 Doctor Stroud. Even when she was cleaning herself intimately, in the Bath, she had never stuck her fingerbreadth into that place. She did n't eff if she could possibly allow this physician she did n't experience yet to deport the kind of intimate examen she began to ideate.

Dr. Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently experienced and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and private nether regions, and the whole estimate simply alarm Karen, almost frightened her to death - no matter how charming, smiling, good-looking and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the shortest potential time available, Karen decided that his apparent benignity and his promise to be ennoble were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his proposals, she would be back at square one ; she would go on suffering a piece longer, and would eventually have to return. Or forged : she would feature to go see another doctor, who might not be as variety and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's hesitation, almost inertia, gave the commons light to MD Lorenzo, and he stood up and tempt Karenic to go over to a shank mellow, firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a full length paper towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take in off her underclothing, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his back, and Karen, having no choice, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her flimsy step-in, folded it and placed it on a chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her annulus to comprehend as best she could her upper legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her head onto a soft pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the whispering of the theme 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 pair of very fine, colourless latex gloves.

Stretched out like that, staring at the rampart, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless fix to give herself up at lowest to whatever the Doctor of the Church decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this examination over, puff on her panty and run away from him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving medical exam prescription medicine. Then MD Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this examination she might be better turned away from him, onto her left side, and waited as she shuffled again into that emplacement. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that Brown University line dame of Karen's.

There was a consequence 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just lift up your wench, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left side, and feeling sang-froid, pleasant air on her tooshie, thighs and branch, she heard him say : `` Please bend up your right wing leg up to your chest, keeping your left hand leg heterosexual. Relax, this will only aim a few arcminute ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the sick softness of Karen 's bare buns and thighs for the first metre. He was certainly ingrain. His penis was fully intemperate in an instant. His optic opened wider in mystery pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' First, I 'll just rub a picayune sterilised lubricator between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to facilitate the penetration of my finger. Is this the firstly sentence you 've had such an interrogatory ? ``

Hearing a sound of substantiation, he went on : `` I 'll be as easy as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll find it too uncomfortable ... .. just a minuscule ... ..strange the first time, but not painful. Some people even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his penis was now very gruelling indeed, and was pushing at the battlefront of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the common constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the excitement so far, the rubbing of the end of his peter against silk, and he relished the following few minutes to derive. It was an examination he had done a thousand multiplication, and he had never failed to enjoy this totally intimate exploration and digital invasion of the female consistency. In short, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in turmoil. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to meet her frail little anus, and in recent twenty-four hour period she had felt such an ongoing soreness, a sharp discomfort there, due to her efforts to go to void her bowels. Now, this man was going to imbue her delicate little bud with his fingerbreadth ! Her breathing was getting Sir Thomas More and more rapid as she waited, bum and thighs exposed to the saucy air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's more, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

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

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the low-cal of a touch of latex covered palm and fingers on one of her bum cheeks, a squeezing, pulling it to one position. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery heart and soul being spread by a finger's breadth, then several fingers, onto the area around the lilliputian maw of her anus.

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

Karen 's heart leapt in her chest. She did n't love whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a Dr. whom she did n't even experience, 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 imagine he was saying it to deflect her from the closeness of the examination she was undergoing for the very 1st prison term, as part of his checkup technique, to buoy up the place somewhat. She blushed, said null, and waited.

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

At the very like instant, she felt the pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for certain, against her tiny anal retentive opening. She felt herself tense up. The light air pressure stayed there whilst doc Lorenzo said : `` Now you will palpate my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Shepard. When you feel it iron out harder, try to relax your anal muscle, I shall be about to fall into place your pretty short anus ; if you feel any pain or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll pause to allow you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... MD '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwished-for, but predicted, and now inevitable, unavoidable incursion of her near secret orifice.

The air pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's rubber-base paint covered finger increased, felt penetrating against Karen 's lilliputian crumple hole, then she felt a sharper, uncomfortable sensation as the fingerbreadth, this foreign object, met the initial resistance of her anal tintinnabulation. She wanted to stop it, push away the invader. A irregular 's hesitation, Thomas More air pressure, then his finger slid in, just a centimetre, no more. Karenic gasped out loud.

'' Alright Mrs Shepard ? '' said medico Lorenzo ? `` Does that hurt ? ``

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

doc Lorenzo held his finger's breadth just inside her bum golf hole for a piece, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign occupation of her interior sanctum sanctorum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the encroacher began to slide deeper, very gently and very slowly, only a one-half a centimetre at a meter. Soon, Karen had the impression that her whole anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber vine. She held her intimation. She could n't decide yet whether it was really painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a strong urge to reject this hard objective by contracting her anal muscles.

MD Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her lovely buttocks, his fingerbreadth planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great clip. His hammer was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his pants. He wanted to wrench it out of his article of clothing and do something with it. But that would not be not proper ; he was a doctor and was required to behave to a certain code of moral principle, after all. So for the moment, with his loose hand he just re-arranged his turncock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expand and throb inside his pants.

Karenic felt the encroacher Menachem Begin to recede. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This clip, Karenic tried not to resist, tried to relax and allow the opposition to force its way into her. This time, Doctor Lorenzo 's digit slid in easier, and a slight further. He smiled delightedly in his own private human beings of sexual pleasure, but Karenic could n't see his face. She knew nothing of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to relax, not an easy matter to do at this twinkling. The fingerbreadth pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to slack a petite bit. The virtuoso now was not really abominable inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as medico Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging digit moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the Doctor of the Church 's 2nd knuckle, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a blockage. Karen 's breathing changed, from a previously anxious rhythm method, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited reaction in her chest. And in her lower physical structure too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no longer a truly medical exam examen, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The slick penetration of MD Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a regular and pertinacious cadence, and as the seconds passed, she no longer had that urge to repel the encroacher. Her anal muscleman relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving jabbing of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally empathise how a cleaning woman could permit a man 's phallus inside her most hush-hush hole, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now more and to a greater extent aware that there was a tingling in her vagina, the beginning of genuine sexual upheaval. Her pussy felt very ardent and moist, and she began to worry about the hypothesis of her dear juice starting to run visibly out of her pussy lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't stop her mouth opening and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy groan. This moan did not escape Doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he miss the decided trembling in Karen 's low-toned body as he thrust his finger back and Forth River into her pretty slight ass. As ever, he was enjoying his body of work as a medical examination practician. His peter strained at his clothing, rock tough and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early indigence dismission for acquittance, wanted to feel the coolheaded air on his cock, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo 's voice reached Karen 's auricle, despite her partial mental absence from the reality of the consulting room : `` 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 gratifying little bum. ``

Karenic managed to say quietly `` No, doctor, I 'm o.k.. ''

And then the Doctor 's finger receded for the shoemaker's last time ; there was a diminished wet popping noise as it left the sanctity of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a sensation of loss. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, keep on your finger in me ! ``

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

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

'' There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs Shepard. Your reasonably little bum is all clean and shiny again. If my little examination has brought on a pauperization to go to the toilet, feel disengage to use the loo over there. And when you 're set up we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her step-in and looking over at physician Lorenzo 's broad back and shoulders as he turned away, Karenic was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiousness was returning, as she reflected on the almost shameful way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this whole experience to the extent that her kitty was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her natural angle of dip and initial fears.

The actual penetration of her body had proved to be much less of an ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a delight of a kind she could not have imagined before. Her thoughts accelerated, turned to her buff ; she imagined that if Larry had been there justly for her at that instant, she would feature dragged him close to her, ripped afford his trousers, grabbed and caressed his comrade hardness, hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, presence or back, she would n't care. She would have done everything with him, raced to a mutual coming as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather death chair, and Doctor Lorenzo 's voice once again brought her back to realism : `` Now ... we need to cope with this ... obstruction of yours, Mrs Shepard. In view of the sentence that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick solution is advisable. There are what we might call 'small clyster'usable at the pharmaceutics. These are very peachy and gentle to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at home, in add together privacy ; they are often sufficiently efficient, in many case of constipation, to motivate an voidance of the bowels. ''

Karenic nodded, felt her case colour up again. Her pantie had become damp between her second joint, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her ventilation rate was still luxuriously, but she concentrated on what the doc was saying.

'' However, I suspect that in your character, those mini-enemas might not really be effective enough, and not quickly enough. You really take something ... much more substantial ... more book, if you follow my meaning. ``

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

'' Once again, in rules of order to make speedy relief from your ... blockage this evening, you must place your personal confidence in me to carry out a to the full enema. Of course, we wo n't give birth the assistant or presence of my assistant. But I can see to it you that it 's a fairly heterosexual person forward subprogram, so we 'll cope well enough. And of course, I can secure you that the whole thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full clyster ! A full clyster ! Karen 's centre opened spacious, and the doctor realised her chemical reaction of fear immediately, saw her flush, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Shepard. It will only admit a short metre, and you will be able to go rest home this even entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a unanimous lot ameliorate than you did before you arrived here former. ``

MD Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm and 'professional'in front of this timid woman with the reasonably face and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself more than he had for a recollective time ; since Sandie McPherson 's last visit in fact.

A pause, allowing Karenic to gather her idea, then : `` gibe ? Shall we try it ? ''

Another interruption, `` commodity, then let 's go back to the couch and bulge where we left off. ``

The news 'start where we left off'made Karen 's heart clump again, but not completely out of fear this meter. The previous five minutes had been so skillful that she thought about the clyster with look for joy, even though she did n't really know what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his dorsum momentarily. `` subscribe to off your panty again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now immobile. He was in Thomas More of a rushing to get to the following point of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the Lapp chair, and lay down on the leather couch on her left incline, as before, bending up her right leg towards her chest. She heard the smacking of rubber-base paint gloves being donned, and then for what seemed a few transactions, some whisper noises around the consulting room.

There was the running of water, as though the MD was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the summons of trying to slack up again whilst all this was taking plaza, 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 bottom end of the lounge, wheeling a tall 'T'influence metal viewpoint, with a large, liquid filled credit card bag hanging on it. A plastic subway about half a cadence long, trailing from the bag, had a little stop tap at the top and a humble hooter at the bottom end.

'' This is all we need to distribute your clyster, Mrs Sam Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The solution in the bag is simply affectionate water and grievous bodily harm, by the way, for your comfort. The most effective solvent for enema is normally chocolate and warm water, but for now, easy lay and water will induce 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 safe ... more comfortable ... on your cover for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a picayune hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her defenseless buttocks. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising her snatch and her anal porta a few centimeter discharge of the couch. She looked up to see Doctor Lorenzo smile, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon your hone posterior this clip. ''

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this doctor 's bedside manner again, his special way to serve her relax. Not knowing what to reply, and in any vitrine no longer afraid like before, she said nothing ; she waited for further instruction manual, bosom beating delightfully fast.

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

Looking now at the cap, Karen raised her knees up towards her chest, her skirt 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 side of meat of the couch.

Feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her fundament two-dimensional on the composition towel covered couch and allowed her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow down down, her tit would not bar thud ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would find. She was going into the unknown.

right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fear she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shocking sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensations she had earlier enjoyed inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot pussy had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the time that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his preparations, and in any other buck private and commodious destiny she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would feature to wait, she thought, but as soon as she got domicile, she would be capable to attend to her growing needs. And perhaps this time, she would get that long overdue fulfillment, if the medico succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As Doctor Lorenzo moved back to the end of the sofa, leaned over and, from between her knee joint, looked into Karen 's eyes, he took grip of the end of the clyster tube in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her knees, as though testing the length and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her genu, knowing what was to come. The doc held her heart for a second or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his dispirited eye dropped down to her privates. His eyebrows 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 morals of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed incursion of her anus bounds to come up. His weight personal remarks served only to advance this blatant sensation of sexual titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to look at doc Lorenzo in a more open way. She began to imagine him as a intimate collaborator, wondered how he would be underneath his blackamoor trouser. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and stand, she even dared glimpse down to his crotch. Was that a bulge down there ?

She had felt his signature, but only through rubber-base paint gloves ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's handwriting on her ass and thighs, his professional contact becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to imagine how that rooster would look if he released it from his pant, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The succus continued to course down below and Karen felt very in effect indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome encroachment of her puckered, slightly enlarged anal retentive opening.

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

A rustling of latex paint again, and there was that familiar flavor of cool slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner nates and anus by caressing fingers. Karen began to breathe a fraction heavier, not in anxiousness now, but in totally outlaw delight. Those amazingly skilful, experienced doc 's digit moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it hard into her juice dripping pussycat. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or catch the doctor and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the elation, the Passion of Christ rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clit. It must have got been, surely must have been, an accident. Her gloomy organic structure jumped as a acute surge of pleasure 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 blueness eyes, his supercilium slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, excuse me '' said the medico, and stopped spreading the lubricant for a minute. `` Sorry if that injury. ``

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo knew exactly what he had done. He knew precisely what this passably new patient with a sopping pussy and a sensational ass needed, and he knew what he needed too.

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

'' I did n't offend 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 feel of the assuredness slippery lube and Doctor Lorenzo 's experienced fingers slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal retentive zone, until at last, at long last, what Karenic had been waiting for : his inflexible finger pressed against her tiny dorsum handing over once again, paused for a minute and slipped, this time to a greater extent easily into her secret hole. blissfulness, thought Karenic, loving the return of this once feared intrusion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal muscular tissue relaxed without her having to call back about it, and she waited for those delicate, rhythmical finger-thrusts into her receive kettle of fish. Her excitement began to mount again, almost back to its former level ; her secretion began to flow and she just knew that the newspaper publisher towel would soon be flooded with her intimate succus. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the feel of his rigid tumescence inside his gasp, the silk slip caressing his lump, enjoying the liberties of intimacy he was taking with this fabulous female ass and twat, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating digit. He too was leaking knowledgeable juice 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 sloppy plop sound as before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema vacuum 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 next steps.

'' Your sweet trivial ... pretty picayune ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Alan Shepard ... I shall introduce the little nozzle on the end of the tube very gently, so as to stimulate you the lower limit of irritation, then insert it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to course down into your anus. You will have noted that the snoot is somewhat smaller than my finger, so it should n't be any worse a champion than before. Are you prepare ? ``

Karenic nodded ; oh yes, she was Sir Thomas More than make for the unidentified experience of her low gear enema, and allowed her caput to relax back once more onto the indulgent pillow. She wanted to finger this, revalue every aspect of this sensation, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger's breadth again touching her small brown maw ? One of her bum boldness was pressed to one English by latex covered, house but gentle fingerbreadth. A second 's falter, and she felt a tiny nudge of the nozzle end beginning to come home her ass. It was smaller than the doctor 's finger, somehow discriminating, not so agreeable. But once the honker was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft superstar of caressing fingers was missing. Karenic could n't facilitate find just a bit foiled, somehow deprived of something particular, though the grade of her fervor did n't diminish one iota.

Dr. Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall open this fiddling valve and allow the liquid to flow into your anus. You should get a warm, not unpleasant sense of liquid filling your bowel for a while. In due course, if you should palpate cramp at any minute, you must narrate me straight away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only admit a few minutes. Once that 's done, you will soon hold a strong urge to go to the lav, but try to keep back back as long as potential. When it gets insufferable to reserve back, tell me and I 'll help you to the cabinet. ``

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

Very soon, there was a luscious awareness of warm flowing liquidness inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karenic 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was marvelous, thought Karen, almost refusing to believe how such a routine, intended to cure an embarrassing health problem, could be so sensual and sexually stimulating at the Same time. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the imprint her cunt backtalk were wide give and swollen and leaking her succus everywhere ; and the knowledge that the Doctor of the Church had a to the full view of her excite genital organ excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her button a little with her charge card toy, she would throw exploded into orgasm in very short time. At that moment, Karen Shepard was more than halfway to paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to climax inside his knickers. Or dependable, fish out his swollen, rigid cock and push up it into the delightfully open and dripping wet cunt of his novel and prettiest patient role, Karen Shepard. He kept himself under control, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karenic did n't forget that Doctor Lorenzo was there ; he became the object of her desires now. This excitement in her slit reminded her how much better everything would be if she could have her beloved box filled right now with Larry 's hard, unbendable and throbbing cock. But the only cock anywhere near was that of the doc, and she wanted very badly to see it, touch on it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fulfil her former orifice whilst this tender opinion swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her intimate unrest mounted.

Then suddenly the cramps came. She cried out in painful discomfort, and the MD knew straight away what was wrong.

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

With that, he lifted her chick higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated rubber-base paint gloved work force, round and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how lots better it ought to be without the gloves. It was as though the doctor had read her mind. She heard the snap of latex, knowing that he had ripped the gloves off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lube. He rubbed gently in set, he smoothed her belly material body, he caressed. Karen forgot about the cramp painfulness, relaxed into the marvellous feel of the strong hired hand of her new, dark, openhanded, sensual doctor.

The cramp went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and consonant swirling of warm liquid state inside her intestine. medico Lorenzo carried on his succour to Karen 's belly, enjoying his magnate. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the warm liquid from the enema still running down the metro 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, clear and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juice onto the theme towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karenic 's clothing, invest his dead body fold up between her raised open thighs, ram his ruggedness inside her and pump his urgent germinal fluid violently into her vagina. He could n't do that, but he knew what he was going to do next.

Perceptibly, Karen 's excitement began to build even more, as Doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a piffling modest, towards her close cropped pubic area. Each clock time one of his men went up and round, it descended a little scurvy, until she was aching for his manus to continue its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy brim. She now wanted those finger on her button, to rub her to her first climax in several weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was prepare to hail, and get along hard. She just needed mortal to touch the trigger 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 signs of a woman close to orgasm : the heavy external respiration, the ascent and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The movements of Karen 's belly, lower body and thighs. No dustup were necessary. The palm of one bridge player slid down onto her upper thigh, then thumb first into the shadow of Karenic 's thighs and pressed against the opening of her pussy, rubbed lightly at first-class honours degree on her cunt lips, then up and onto her clit. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her side of meat. Pressing his lower body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered hardness came into delicious impinging with the bare fuzziness of Karen 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hand so that his palm was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his finger and in an New York minute it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karenic exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the pressing of something concentrated against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely physician 's finger inside her hot dampness and his palm pressing on her button were all that were requirement to bring her over the border, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't hump what. center closed, her head thumped, her pelvic arch raised themselves off the lounge and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the shrewd jog of the enema nose inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to pressure the nozzle even thick, amplifying the upsurge of joy. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving titty against her nippy White person blouse and she kept on coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic contractions in her cunt.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching putz against Karenic 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping slit with his fingerbreadth and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious item where his digit was penetrating her eubstance, feeling the soft form inside her vagina, the stage where his palm pressed down on her enlarged clit. As Karen 's chest heaved, his heart scanned the stunning fullness of her upright nipples outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip open air that blouse and wet-nurse them hard into his mouth, raciness into her flesh.

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 last shudder out of her climax.

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

Doctor Lorenzo wanted to number with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her second joint against his declamatory cock, longing to share this wanted moment of unconscionable delight that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same release, to finger his seed spitting out into the humankind, or deep into Karen 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his unbending puppet, but he knew he would get to expect a while.

As the intensity of her orgasm began to fall back and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different variety of feeling. A sudden but sure build up of liquid pressure in her abdomen and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her center full, looked up to the stand with the dangling bag. The nozzle of the enema was still in her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquidity. She thought she was going explode, in a different sense of the word ; her idea and her ass and the rest of her breathless, shaking body were in level ten affright state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fearfulness, recognised her contiguous need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's thigh, he snapped into urgent medical checkup practitioner action. His own delight had to look a spell. He slipped his digit out of Karenic 's vagina, gave a conclusion caress of finger to her kitty lips. He eased the pressure of his member against Karen 's leg, reached around to skid the schnoz of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist radar target, flyspeck hints of ruefulness as first Doctor Lorenzo 's finger abandoned her, then as the snoot slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on rightfulness now. She was make to empty, and how !

Dr. Lorenzo took Karen by her upper berth arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a baby-sit stead. Their middle met for the starting time sentence in respective minutes, sparkling, but there was master concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No Holy Writ were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thigh, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her case was flushed and slightly contorted with the effort of self 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 amazing pleasure generated by the enema and MD Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden peak of pressure in her innards.

The Doctor led her, clenching her ass muscular tissue, quickly towards the toilet console. He pushed the room access inwards and stepped aside to enable Karen to step on it in and have her bum cheeks onto the cold lavatory tush, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the pressure became too much to hold back. He switched on the light source and closed the door without a word.

Karenic, now a little breathless again as a result of the sprint from cast to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal muscle completely, and let it all go.

The easing was almost beyond her immediate comprehension. After all those workweek of tension and failure to assuage the painful motivation to evacuate her bowels, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the loo pot, for what seemed like respective proceedings. Then as the pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the button of the w.c. cistern. As the pee gushed into the pot with almost as much loudness as her inside had just spewed Forth River, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to try and drive to a greater extent to give-up the ghost, to ensure that her viscera were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a bantam climax twitched inside her vagina, causing her to jumpstart, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful getting even of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

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

Was it all a dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a wide-eyed prescription remediation ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal retentive interrogation for the very first time - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full clyster conducted by her new, sensual doctor ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch shot of intimate hullabaloo quite unknown quantity in her old living, brought on by the enema and the manual attentions of this same physician ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of stool paper and began to clean house herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to confront this adorable doctor again. She flushed the cistern one last time, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her pantie on the chair by the lounge. Quick beat of the heart again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

head teacher clarification, refer about her cleanliness, she went to the minuscule wash bowl in the locker, and as well she could, washed her hands with max and piss, her ass and thighs the Saami. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal sphere, lingering a piece over her slit brim, enjoying the gentle stimulation as she rubbed soap and then water over her genital backtalk.

MD Lorenzo 's handsome look and expert hands, that absolutely sure bulge in his pants, its friction against her second joint and the memory of his pin-up caresses were uppermost in Karenic 's intellect as she rubbed her twat lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second climax.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long overdue bowel assuagement for Karen, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating furiously adjacent doorway, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue relief.

The respectable Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his chair pushed back slightly, and looking across the room at the unsympathetic toilet locker door behind which Karen was emptying her guts. The photo of his wife and teen kids was 2-dimensional on the desk. His zipper was open and he had fished his incredibly hard, blueness veined, long but thin stopcock with its bulbous foreland out of his silk teddy ; he was clenched fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting way, with Karen's step-in wrapped around his cock. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the potty ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient - and a shy one too, despite her submission at his men - to walk in and catch him with cock in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in hazard. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to soil Karen 's already wet scanty. He pumped hard.

He heard the first flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to pick herself up, imagined her ass and second joint as she wiped everywhere with soft sewer report. 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 wide of range of Karen 's swollen cunt lips, her beautiful ass and thighs. 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 free hand he reached into his desk drawer for a midst 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 softness instead.

hearing the urine running into the slipstream roll behind the cabinet door, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a professional, come to tone : `` Are you okay, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the sound of the running water almost covered his motion. The Doctor 's voice trembled a little, from the sexual agitation he was feeling as he got closer to climax, but Karenic did n't notice. If only he knew, thought Karen, then called out to affirm that she was fine.

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

At that moment, an tremendous ebullition of seminal fluid ejected from Doctor Lorenzo 's phallus, into his fistful of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his leather nates, his eyes closed blind drunk onto double of ass and vagina and crispy Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse covered tit. His head went back, backtalk open, as the pleasure of his culmination ripped through his balls and his cock. The throbbing was as intense as it had ever been in this situation. His report may take been at risk, but that did n't intercept Doctor of the Church Lorenzo from taking risks, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a degree by a distaff patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation 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 hand, as he squeezed the thickening end hard, to run out out the last few tears of come from his penis, and the last few jerks of pleasure. Breathing heavily and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a ball and threw it into his permissive waste paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his supporter 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 zipper pulled up in indorsement, and the panty returned to the chair by the test couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly respectable, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to make sure that he would cause scrubbed his hand clean of all touch of snatch, cock, ass and lube, before Karen, also scrubbed clean house, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the storage locker, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her manus again, checked her overall appearance in the mirror above the wash lavatory, straightened her clothing as undecomposed she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling au naturel under her skirt, her heart had started beating fast again. She grasped the threshold handle and pulled, thus returning to the brightness of doc Lorenzo 's consulting room, where medico Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the same winning smile. Doctor Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Sam Shepard. ``

Not struggling to incur her words at all now, Karenic replied : `` Oh yes Doctor Lorenzo, much much comfortably. I ca n't order you how very much. ``

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 ticket ... enjoyable ... .dare I say : exciting. ''

Then : `` I do go for that none of it has caused you any irritation ... gives you cause for complaint ... distress ... doubtfulness about the whole thing ... '' His dark eye brows were slightly furrowed. doctor Lorenzo still had to be careful about his professional position and his career.

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

Approaching the doctor 's desk, she bent down to recover her bag on the storey by the leather president where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her step-in, still on the chair beside the couch, but decided not to make a appearance of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her self-worth. mind were taking shape in her mind.

doc Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling center. But neither of them was to broach the matter of the doctor 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his manipulation of her button, the invasion of his good fixed finger into her wet vagina and the obviously pure joy she had enjoyed throughout her first enema 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 idea of what the doctor had been doing all the time she had been preoccupied with her intestine excretion and her confidant cleaning. She did however, glint down at Doctor Lorenzo 's crotch as he stood up ; was that a moist patch she saw on the front of his pants ?

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll tell you something else, Mrs Sam Shepard ... Karen : enema are not simply a means of relieving physical trouble ... bowel inactivity, blockages such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing intimate satisfaction. Between duo in the intimacy of their own menage and so on ... if you 'd wish to have intercourse more, you can notice plenty of selective information on the internet ... or you are welcome to follow and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's furrowed brows must have indicated the surprisal and doubtfulness she was feeling about what the medico was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few site ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside way smile. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a mobile telephone phone number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call up me for an appointment, should you induce any cause for concern in the futurity - this problem or any early. If my consultancy happens to be closed, experience free to use my mobile telephone number. It wo n't be a trouble for me to call and see you at domicile. ``

A cerebration flashed through Karen 's read/write head as she gazed into those blue eyes : `` I 'd really like to see that bedside manner grin alongside my own bed one of these solar day. Or better still - in it. '' But of course it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to have been a tenacious silence : `` My secretary will share with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meanwhile, Karenic, relax and love your new found freedom. You should be able to get back to formula ... bowel activeness from now on. ``

As doc Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the exit, Karen had many other thoughts spinning around in her principal - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But first base things first. The panty could wait ; she had plenty of others at abode. She accepted the doctor 's cool, squealing clean hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories 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.

doc 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 recommendation, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting way to do a little important housekeeping at the end of the working day.

Karen skipped down the steps to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the sang-froid eve air wafting onto her nudeness under her skirt and calming the burn 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 ass, felt the soft cloth against her au naturel ass. She grabbed her own mobile phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's act, fingers trembling.

'' kickoff matter first, '' she spoke aloud, with a affectionate gleaming of intense and take over prediction as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END