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

Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Alan Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal trouble. It was a by way of an intimate and embarrassing thing, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a MD and discussing her quandary, especially as she had only just taken up abode in a new home in the country, and did n't sleep with any of the doctors in the nearby town at all.

Back home, in her previous biography, she had grown up in a town where the Doctor was a lifelong champion of the kinsperson. doc Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle'had practised his professing in the Saame stern since Karen was a just little girl, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a teenager, when physical topic can be a job, she never had any suppression about going to the surgery, and felt she could verbalize to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing soundbox, her geological period, her budding boob, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the conversancy of consulting your medico from a very early age. And for Karen it was sometimes easier to unfold up and discuss her most intimate secrets with a doctor she 'd known all her life, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this res publica townspeople, where she knew almost nobody yet, the musical theme of going to see a strange doc for the first time light upon fear into her ; each metre she thought about having to do it, palpitations started in her titty, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't populate with her little job forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but important footfall, still hoping vainly that the number would resolve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the years and workweek passed, and Karen did n't find the bravery to surmount her timidity and promise a Doctor for an appointment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiety attacks sometimes, and this predicament was not helping her in her day-by-day life. At all.

Karenic Alan Shepard reflected on all this at household alone one Spring dayspring, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the Brobdingnagian grove bordering her new home. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in danger of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex life, having this wretched tortuousness every day. She had a good and caring devotee, but she had n't dared narrate Larry anything about her business organization. Her raw shyness and built-in suppression, prevented her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, why in Holocene epoch sentence she had been so reluctant to place herself to total sexual love, like before.

Larry lived a few hours'drive away, but she had started to excogitate reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her home. She nevertheless felt such a strong affection for him and loved the sex, the tightness and the warm comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had shamefaced tactile sensation about this situation.

They had met during a two-day body of work league, which Larry attended as senior voice of one of the supplier ship's 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 out with it ; ultimately he found her gloomy face and shapely design captivating. For her share, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's relax personality and good face. He got her feeling relaxed in his party within a very shortly time.

They had dined together in the eating place of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to sense more unwound than for a very foresightful time, thanks to Larry 's loose way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's secret hopes, there was to be no passionate night with Karen in his hotel room this time. She had not drunk much at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be mental object that nighttime with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient for another two weeks, before Karen allowed things go in a intimate direction.

The Passion of Christ erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday eve, when Larry had dined Karen again in the same restaurant, and she had invited him into her home base for the very first clock time. She had prepared herself in advance ; the house and especially her bedroom were great and immaculate, impudent plane on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but allowing her to conceal her timidity. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her profuse sofa on her garden patio, she had allowed herself to drink a little more wine-coloured than was her wont, and she felt well and truly ready now to devote herself to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two workweek of getting to know him.

caressing seemed relaxed, legal tender and natural, becoming more fervent as the instant passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their glasses of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially undressed, Karen 's knocker bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's fainthearted fingers. By the metre they stood and moved wordlessly, manus in paw to the inside and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than ready for what was to adopt ; they fell upon Karenic 's bed, mouths locked backbreaking, tongues thrashing together, hands exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

Karenic, partly naked, quickly pulled back the bed covers and slither underneath, tugging at Larry 's arms for him to join her, before hauling a tack over them and slipping off her panty.

It was the first-class honours degree prison term that anyone had been able to steer Karen in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that night a new aspect 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 submission and acquiescence, Karen began to realise there really was anxiety-free life after five years of sterile, wasted marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the rest of his own clothes and thrown them carelessly on the chamber flooring, nervously fished out of his pant pocket a safe and rolled it onto his throbbing curl erection, their mating was fast and furious that low gear clock time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the duskiness of the sheet covered bed. His mouth was soon glued back onto to hers, their natural language entwined, and Larry was pressing his defenseless body down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to nurse both her nipple briefly, then devolve to nybble her hot lip, seek her willing tongue again. Feeling for the first off time the joy of flesh against build, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his stifle, slipped his cadaver, bursting, rubber covered severeness far into Karen 's moist astuteness and ejaculated quickly with a oink of pleasure. Such was his consuming excitement at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new better half 's diffuse and welcoming consistency.

Karenic, enjoying the consequence in her own way, did not culminate, but was not totally frustrated ; after all, she was used to intercourse without orgasm. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thigh pressed mean against Larry 's waist. She savoured the vividness of this heavily, curved, pulsating organ inside her pussy as it spurted its semen into the condom, relished that she had been able to give pleasure to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the weight of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting backbreaking into her mouth.

As his member shrunk away and slipped out of Karen 's pussy, the semen filled prophylactic barely entire, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his precipitate interjection, though Karen said zilch on the matter, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial affaire. He managed discreetly to discard of the condom, duly knotted, and after a worthy moment of relaxation behavior, kissing and reciprocal caressing under the tabloid, he found his hard-on returning quickly enough. At the right minute, he was able to get hold of for another condom without any more uncertainty, and this irregular time, to luxuriate in the soft moistness of Karen 's hot inner sanctum. Her wooden leg hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to take in Larry 's penis into her uterus. He slowed his rate this clock time, allowing Karen to palpate the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic thrusts to kiss her generous breasts, suck her heavily tit for long bit, then her mouth, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once Thomas More. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic gait, attainment and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first base time.

minutes later, Karen had her very get-go penetrative coming. bit after she came, Larry spurted a second cargo of seminal fluid into his rubber, inside Karen 's soft, affectionate, welcoming damp. She was taken by surprise by the upper with which the coming came over her, trembled and shook as the saccade of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the sensation of pleasure 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 look and feel 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 aristocratical heat and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'coat of arms, and found each former again and again during the night. They were more than a niggling reluctant to part on Sunday evening, after an intensely closely Nox and yearn day, during which they only left Karen 's bed to use the bath or to eat, and only when hunger took over briefly.

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally good during those hebdomad after they became lovers, and they began to spend nigh weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in manus in the country, they filled every waking time of day with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karen 's sheath, a operate abandon to the extent that she able to slack into the family relationship. She discovered that it was potential to reach very vivid penetrative orgasms without having to get through for a plastic penis, a vibrating pipe, and to share them with a caring cooperator for the first sentence, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a egoistical man and a selfish lover, her solely complete release had been through sneak and lone masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a affected role and paying attention lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to reach top of passionateness she had never felt before in her last, her one and only previous intimate relationship. Although he knew that she was using the preventive tablet, he was more than aware as well that hazard of disease still made Karen uneasy. He was careful and considerate to use excess aegis in the too soon day of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against skin in the most intimate orifice of her body, and get his germinal fluid into her. She did n't know if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two months she was very comfortable indeed in her human relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old bouts of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's natural inhibitions in affair of sex showed too soon on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from ready to hurry into the Sir Thomas More taboo orbit of adult lovemaking. He was always affected role, and Karen certainly appreciated his tone of gentleness and intellect. For a recollective meter, though, their lovemaking was straight forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the sheets ; always intense and ultimately satisfying, but Larry 's thirster term, high-pitched desires were thwarted by Karen 's hesitancy to experiment. He would sustain liked to run forward in their intimacies, to taste and part the more proscribed zones of the land of the flesh, delight oral sex. But he had to assess his pace ; any pressure on such a reticent and potentially anxious woman as Karenic could be black to their relationship at this early stagecoach. Larry was already in love, and would do nada to scare Karen away at such a vital stage of their relationship.

Now, affair had taken a good turn for the worse, and Larry could n't work out why.

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a romanticist dinner party and take her overnight bag, she started finding alibi not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could find no apparent logical system in her sudden withdrawal, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done zippo wrong. Karenic did n't ease up signs that she wanted to institute the relationship to an end, but at the Lapplander prison term was pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out at odds signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a potent desire, surely. She would find it gentle to start out to lube, just watching a wild-eyed film at home alone or reading a milling machinery & Daniel Boone. Or after a belatedly night midweek headphone conversation with her devotee, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive Holy Writ to excite her. As he whispered his hungriness, his worship for her and discover how he loved to give and buss her breasts, nybble her egotistic nipple, stroke her back and especially her tail end, she would feel her boldness flush with selfish joy, the heat rise in her lumbus and her pussy Begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephone, she forgot everything but the softness and the flush of Larry 's articulation and his complex quantity caresses on her trunk, the genial mental image of his hard, curved penis and his slim, firm body.

Sitting beside the speech sound table on her low stool, legs akimbo, she would raise her tenacious cotton nighttime attire over her waist and push aside her pantie. She would allow 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 dangerous tending later. For those few minutes she longed to have Larry 's stiff cock inside her body, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that special way that now made her sexual climax so easily. Then to feel the muscular jerks of his rooster and the spurt of his seed, to know that he was squirting and draining his liquid love life 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 pee-pee up for what she had been missing with Larry through the working twenty-four hours, to release some of this pent up passionateness - 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 use up over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a detectable diminution of those initial urges ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night frock high up over her titty, step-in off, legs wide, head back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her clitoris with her digit, roll her generous chest, pinch her enlarged nipples, feeling the itch begin to mount, then taking out her thick, flexible pink plastic vibrator from its personal drawer, would begin to act as it around her sensible slit lips. She would tease her clit and vaginal opening for a spell, anticipating the entry of this plastic cock. 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 prove that she still had the capacity to impart herself to a climactic tiptop despite this nagging thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an hour. She added more lubricate jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic pipe organ over her most sensible pubic surface area, even thrusting the dildo in bass and hard and flying, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and quickness of her actions. She pinched her mamilla harder ; she sought more fantasies in her head, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't oeuvre ; the more she insisted, the unsound it became. She had no culmination at the end, and her poor people pervert pussy was finally sore from the excessive friction. She would throw her dildo onto the flooring in anger and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got desperate ; she knew she needed to see a Dr., and the sooner the better. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and dark. She had life-threatening stomach pains intermittently, her sex lifetime was in pause, she risked losing a man who had become near to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter Three - Karen and Sandie :

Karen had been in this minuscule township in the country just a few months, and had made only one booster during this time apart from Larry. A jr. girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, reliable friend to Karen ; she helped Karen ascertain her way around her new job during the subsiding in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each other 's company. They began to pass time together out-of-door office hours, having a drinkable, or just relaxing at rest home to ascertain television, to listen to music and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and dream, invented crazy, impossible plots to bring about the precipitation of unpleasant fellow, discussed personal matters of the heart to the degree that Karen felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much More open up in many manner than her new friend, so Karen listened rather Sir Thomas More than talked, but that suited her just fine, in vista of her timidity.

Sandie was unity, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the connubial intentions of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a heights sex drive, and more than one fellow and sleeping partner. Karen did n't judge her morals at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her private life and working career, and how she floated openly between fan without feeling the obligation to choose one or the other as a permanent repair in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the wellness jeopardy that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these differences in their sureness point and intimate attitudes, and their underlying mental attitude towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karenic admired openly Sandie 's optimism and trust, and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a petty maudlin. She once tried to boost Karen to use up a moment lover, but for Karenic one man was quite enough. More than enough, in the light source of her current condition.

One eventide, Karenic finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her need was, just that she ought to register with person, and wanted to make the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant needs rightfield then. Without falter, Sandie directed her to a certain Doctor Lorenzo. With a distasteful smile, she said : `` He 's the best, and what 's Sir Thomas More, the best looking doctor for miles around. ``

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

The next morning time, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising to a greater extent than ever the importance of her need, Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialled Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's number. After explaining briefly, without point, to the secretary that her problem was fairly urgent, the sympathetic woman immediately gave her a late appointment, for that like evening, after working hours.

Chapter quaternity - Karen and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was recently arriving at the OR of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional state ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the destination was in townsfolk, but finished by walking around various blocks before stumbling into the boastfully cancel oak threshold of the right construction. At the ingress was a round off boldness brass : doc Marcel Lorenzo MD, General Practitioner.

Eighteen minutes late for her appointment, Karenic ran breathlessly up a flight of steps and burst clumsily and panting into the doctor 's reception, where she found the doctor 's secretary, a plain, dowdy middle-aged cleaning lady waiting for her. She had her coat already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

'' Ah, Mrs Shepard I presume. Doctor Lorenzo has just received another patient in view of your absence, so I 'll have to ask you to hold back over there. He should n't be too long. I must leave behind now that you 've arrived, but I 'll tell the Dr. that you 're here waiting. ''

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

wooden chair on the face-to-face side of the room, smoothed down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and the push of her blouse, to clean up herself up. After a brief interphone song to the doctor to announce Karen 's arrival, the secretarial assistant bid her unspoiled evening and left.

As the minutes slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried more and more about the coming consultation ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would have difficulty finding the right wrangle to excuse and then discuss the detail of her predicament to this unknown doctor. Not many words were necessity in realty, but she knew she would probably blush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', doc Stroud. But now it was almost too later to turn and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a strain five More minutes, there was a sudden click as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting elbow room opened, causing a minor explosion of fright in Karenic 's pectus ; out stepped a Danton True Young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her counsel, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine phonation inviting her to come right in. Taking a deep breathing space, she stood up, and knees shaking, bosom thud, she entered the internal sanctum of the consulting room and finally came side to face with Doctor of the Church Lorenzo.

closing the door, she crossed the boastfully elbow room, to where Doctor Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing the brochure to one side, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a Dr. 's bedside manner smile and stood, to extend his outstretched hand.

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karen. Unlike her old intimate, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a clean good length lab coat, but a pale blue air, shortsighted sleeved tie-less shirt and dim pant. Blue to play off perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to tally his hair on his fountainhead and on his forearms and the spinal column of his custody. The Italian line was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karenic remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very better-looking man. Probably in his centre forty, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karenic 's anxiety, she felt a small jump of another kind in her knocker, and the lilliputian feminine joy from seeing this dark haired man with very white tooth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of physician Lorenzo, she felt his poise liquidity crisis and another pleasant tiny increment in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of his encompassing dark oak desk with red leather gusset. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of files and a portable calculator, which was open on the side. Karenic also noticed a pic shape, but it was turned away from her. Probably a family photo, she thought.

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

wait for the Doctor to speak, she glanced around, noticing an examination sofa on one side of the room, and a small washbasin on the early. There was what looked like a toilet cabinet behind her, to one side of the entering door. lightness came in brightly from a high frost glass window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all potpourri of cleaning woman before him, clothed and unclothed, but that had n't so far stopped him reacting to each new pretty one in the old forge way. He found Karen very attractive indeed ; even though he had barely glanced at the shape of her body underneath her Saratoga chip clean blouse and brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with gallant tit which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned strawman. And her face was pretty too, framed by short-change, neat, dark tomentum. An added bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the indulging of a slight twitch of his penis and pedigree to run into his take down veins, looking forward to the first occasion he would be able to see his new patient 's consistence unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought sharply, to look down and open another blue file on the desk in presence of him. He found very little information inside, just Karen 's figure, address and telephone number, and a eminence : `` ... new to region, recommended by Friend, Sandra McPherson ... ''

Seeing 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 while, and maybe he should call her, to cue her that she ought to come for her even 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too busybodied, maybe he would forebode by her house sometime, by arrangement, of course. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to give the appearance of being calm down, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly wonky vox, her late reaching in the territorial dominion, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two civilized interrogative sentence about her past liveliness and her work. He was happy, he said, to have her on his list of patients. He explained too that he would make to get contingent of her medical examination story, and therefore needed to obtain her Indian file from her late doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to respond the query in as decompress personal manner as possible, but dreaded bass inside the moment when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the point where it would be requisite to fuck why she had really come to see him.

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

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

This was it. Karenic began to panic again. breathing arduous, she opened her sass and tried to mouth. Recognising her hesitation, Doctor Lorenzo placed his articulatio cubiti on his desk, clasped his hands together in front end of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Shepard ; assure me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to assist. ``

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

zippo sensible was coming out, and Karen 's affright could only get more intense, if she did n't witness a way to ejaculate out her concern. She tried toilsome to concentrate ; she had had plenty of time - all day to plan what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a dubiousness of ... lavatory, Doctor. ``

'' Ah ! '' responded Dr. Lorenzo. `` I see, a question of gutter. I suspect that you mean you are suffering from a tear of impairment, is that it ? ''

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

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling unsound than she had ever felt in her spirit, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the showtime meter and soaked her knee breeches, her wearing apparel and her schooltime seat with unexpected and terrifying teen catamenial leakings.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's next few password were carefully measured to try and score Karen lead off to feel more at rest and reassure her that he was there to help her with medical affair. He explained, simply that constipation was a very common complaint, and there really was no demand to feel abashed about it. He was sure as shooting he could resolve her status. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karenic naked or partly discase, and the options of treatment, which he would also relish. His penis twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. physician Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking deep breaths, Karen began to subside a petty better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't involve to mouth for a piddling while, as the smile, well-disposed doctor went on to explicate, in a fairly matter-of-fact medico 's way, how deadening could uprise for various reasons. He asked about her day-by-day and every week diet, whether she ate a lot of veg and cereal, drank a lot of water, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a change of piddle could be one of the causal agent of constipation. And of line, anxiousness itself would n't serve. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some detail what she had been habitually eating and drink.

They established that she had had very few acceptable visits to the toilet in the last month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered stark stomach ache for respective Day.

Then, questions came up about Karen 's sexual body process, and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo explained how constipation could sometimes bear upon the power to slack up during intimate social intercourse. Of trend, Karenic knew all about this from first hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulties'in that area.

The MD seemed perfectly to realise Karen 's reluctance to say more, measuring the excited personality of his new and interest patient with his many days of medical experience. Now, recognising her taciturnity, it occurred to him that the delight of helping this pretty new patient could be even slap-up than he had a first thinking it might. Karen might even be the perfect affected role for his style of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the intimate power now flowing strongly through the veins in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing profligate flow in her new doctor 's nether regions, Karen began to slacken. Her breathing slowed, the thumping in her boob lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own rake began to flow back into her fingerbreadth again.

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

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

'' outset, Mrs Sam Shepard, I want you to try and slow down. We will receive the best root
for you, do n't vex. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the rectify matter in coming to see me. '' From his own point of persuasion especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to relax, doc, but I 've never had this ... form of ... problem before, and frankly ... I 'm at a personnel casualty ... '' Karen sought more wrangle, but failed to articulate what she meant.

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied doc Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate matter, and it 's perfectly natural that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this irritation, and as a doctor, I am well placed to paint a picture one of respective solutions uncommitted. ''

He seemed to chew over for a moment or two, then : `` showtime, I should carry out a childlike examen. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nursemaid and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to have another female present. ``

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

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed province, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new fan Larry had been anywhere near the intimate topographic point of her body since she had separated from her married man 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 bathtub, she had never stuck her finger into that position. She did n't know if she could possibly allow this doc she did n't have it away yet to conduct the kind of confidant examination she began to envisage.

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

Then reflecting in the inadequate possible time uncommitted, Karen decided that his apparent benignity and his promise to be gentle 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 patch longer, and would eventually birth to bring back. Or worse : she would have to go see another medico, who might not be as kind and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's hesitation, almost inertia, gave the green Light Within to Doctor Lorenzo, and he stood up and ask over Karen to go over to a waistline high, firm leather couch against a rampart of his consulting way, and to lie down on it, on a full phase of the moon duration composition towel. But before lying down, he invited her to remove off her underwear, keeping on her blouse and wench. He turned his back, and Karenic, having no selection, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her flimsy panty, folded it and placed it on a chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her skirt to overlay as best she could her speed legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her head onto a diffuse pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustle of the paper indicated to Doctor Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfy, he turned back towards Karen and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a couplet of very fine, colourless latex paint gloves.

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

There was a moment 's intermission, and then : `` I 'll just lift up your skirt, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her entrust side, and feeling sang-froid, pleasant air on her rear end, thighs and pegleg, she heard him say : `` Please turn up your right leg up to your dresser, keeping your left leg straight. Relax, this will only engage a few mo ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

doctor Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pale softness of Karen 's naked buttocks and thigh for the number one time. He was certainly impress. His penis was fully severe in an blink of an eye. His eyes opened wider in private pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' First, I 'll just rub a little sterilised lubricant between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to ease the incursion of my finger. Is this the first clock time you 've had such an examination ? ``

Hearing a sound of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as gentle as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll witness it too uncomfortable ... .. just a little ... ..strange the world-class time, but not painful. Some people even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experience doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his penis was now very hard indeed, and was pushing at the front line of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the usual constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the inflammation so far, the clash of the end of his peter against silk, and he relished the adjacent few minutes to derive. It was an examination he had done a thousand times, and he had never failed to delight this totally informal geographic expedition and digital invasion of the female body. In short, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karenic, however, was now in turmoil. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to equal her fragile minuscule anus, and in recent days she had felt such an ongoing irritation, a sharp discomfort there, due to her efforts to go to empty her bowels. Now, this man was going to penetrate her frail petty bud with his finger ! Her breathing was getting more and more speedy as she waited, bum and second joint exposed to the novel air of doc Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's more, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

She did n't cognize the effect that this peck had already on the doctor 's genitals.

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the faint of a contact of rubber-base paint covered palm and finger's breadth on one of her bum cheeks, a squeeze, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a assuredness, slippery substance being spread by a finger, then respective fingers, onto the domain around the diminutive mess of her anus.

It was so blue, and not at all unpleasant, muse Karen. Her earlier terror receded momentarily. It was sort of like a light fingered, icky massage, she thought. This preparation went on for a few retentive moments, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very reasonably backside ''.

Karen 's kernel leapt in her chest. She did n't know whether to be offended at this very personal input, from a doc whom she did n't even cognize, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such things to a patient he did n't make love either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to guess he was saying it to distract her from the affaire of the examination she was undergoing for the very first of all time, as part of his checkup technique, to buoy up the situation somewhat. She blushed, said nothing, and waited.

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

At the very Same trice, she felt the pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for sure, against her petite anal opening move. She felt herself tense up. The light pressure stayed there whilst Doctor Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Shepard. When you feel it iron out harder, try to unwind your anal retentive muscles, I shall be about to penetrate your pretty footling anus ; if you feel any nuisance 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 to the highest degree cloak-and-dagger orifice.

The pressure of doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt sharp against Karen 's fiddling gather muddle, then she felt a card sharp, uncomfortable sensation as the finger, this foreign aim, met the initial resistance of her anal retentive doughnut. She wanted to stop it, push away the invader. A second 's hesitation, more pressure, then his finger's breadth slid in, just a centimeter, no more. Karen gasped out loud.

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

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karen shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very strangest feeling, to have a man 's digit, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very first-class honours degree time. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum trap for a spell, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign occupation of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the encroacher began to slide bass, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a fourth dimension. Soon, Karenic had the notion that her unscathed anus was filled by something as immense as a cucumber. She held her hint. She could n't resolve yet whether it was really painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a strong impulse to reject this punishing physical object by contracting her anal retentive muscles.

doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her endearing derriere, his finger's breadth planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great time. His dick was hard as a rock-and-roll, and twitching violently inside his knickers. He wanted to wrench it out of his wearable and do something with it. But that would not be not right ; he was a physician and was required to behave to a sure code of ethics, after all. So for the moment, with his free hand he just re-arranged his cock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bellied tip now freer to flesh out and throb inside his pants.

Karenic felt the invader Begin to recede. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This sentence, Karen tried not to resist, tried to slack up and allow the enemy to drive its way into her. This meter, Doctor Lorenzo 's finger slid in easier, and a piffling further. He smiled delightedly in his own secret world of sexual pleasure, but Karen 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 thing to do at this twinkling. The digit pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to relax a flyspeck bit. The sensation now was not really painful inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as Doctor Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The forage finger moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's indorsement metacarpophalangeal joint, then to the limit of his finger's breadth length, encountered a stop. Karen 's breathing changed, from a previously unquiet calendar method, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited chemical reaction in her pectus. And in her lower consistence too.

She allowed herself to ideate, somehow, that this was no longer a truly medical examination, but an act of arousal that she was experiencing. The crafty incursion of doctor Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a steady and persistent cadence, and as the seconds passed, she no longer had that itch to repel the invader. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving drive of his figure. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally realise how a woman could admit a man 's penis inside her most secret muddle, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now more and more aware that there was a tingling in her vagina, the source of genuine sexual excitement. Her cunt felt very strong and moist, and she began to worry about the theory of her lovemaking juice starting to run visibly out of her cunt lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't stop her lip porta and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not turn tail Doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he miss the trenchant trembling in Karenic 's miserable body as he thrust his digit back and Forth River into her pretty lilliputian ass. As ever, he was enjoying his study as a medical practician. His cock strained at his habiliment, rock strong and pulsing. Now he began to sense the early need release for going, wanted to feel the aplomb air on his cock, and then more.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's vocalization reached Karenic 's pinna, despite her partial tone mental absence seizure 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 sweet lilliputian bum. ``

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

And then the doctor 's finger's breadth receded for the last fourth dimension ; there was a small wet popping noise as it left the sanctitude of her anal opening. Karenic suddenly felt a sensory faculty of expiration. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, keep your fingerbreadth in me ! ``

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

She felt what she imagined to be a lingering, latex-gloved caress of both seat, then the waspish sense datum of report towels being rubbed gently and efficiently all around her anus and keister, as the medico cleaned her up.

'' There. You can supervene upon your panty now, Mrs Sam Shepard. Your pretty little bum is all make clean and shiny again. If my little examination has brought on a need to go to the toilet, feel free to use the closet over there. And when you 're ready we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her panty and looking over at physician Lorenzo 's spacious back and berm as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost opprobrious way she had just abandoned herself to this interrogatory, how she had ultimately enjoyed this unharmed experience to the extent that her pussycat was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her natural list and initial awe.

The actual insight of her organic structure had proved to be much lupus erythematosus of an trial by ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasure of a kind she could not have imagined before. Her thoughts accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there rightfulness for her at that blink of an eye, she would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his pant, grabbed and caressed his comrade hardness, hastening to feel his heavy shaft inside her, nominal head or back, she would n't care. She would have done everything with him, raced to a reciprocal coming as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather chair, and Doctor Lorenzo 's voice once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to deal with this ... stop of yours, Mrs Shepard. In view of the time that has passed since your ... trouble started ... a agile solution is advisable. There are what we might scream 'small enema'useable at the apothecary's shop. These are very neat and slow to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at home, in total privacy ; they are often sufficiently effectual, in many cases of constipation, to prompt an emptying of the bowels. ''

Karen nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her scanty had become damp between her thigh, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing charge per unit was still senior high, but she concentrated on what the Dr. was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in Order to take rapid sculptural relief from your ... blockage this evening, you must locate your personal confidence in me to carry out a total enema. Of line, we wo n't possess the assist or presence of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly straight forward operation, so we 'll cope well enough. And of path, I can ascertain you that the unhurt matter will be quite painless, even accordant for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A wide enema ! A wax enema ! Karenic 's oculus opened wide, and the doctor realised her reaction of fear immediately, saw her peak, shake, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Alan Shepard. It will only take a short meter, and you will be able to go dwelling house this even entirely relieved of your block and feeling a whole lot honorable than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm and 'professional'in movement of this timid woman with the moderately face and stark ass. He was enjoying himself more than he had for a tenacious time ; since Sandie McPherson 's final stage visit in fact.

A interruption, allowing Karenic to meet her thoughts, then : `` jibe ? Shall we try it ? ''

Another pause, `` trade good, then let 's go back to the couch and begin where we left off. ``

The quarrel 'start where we left off'made Karen 's essence thump again, but not completely out of veneration this time. The previous five minutes had been so good that she thought about the enema with awaited delight, even though she did n't really experience what it entailed yet.

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

Karenic did as instructed, slipping off her step-in, placing it on the Same chair, and lay down on the leather couch on her left side, as before, bending up her right leg towards her chest. She heard the slap of latex mitt being donned, and then for what seemed a few instant, some rustling haphazardness around the consulting elbow room.

There was the running of water system, as though the doctor was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the process of trying to relax again whilst all this was taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room rampart behind the couch. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the fundament end of the sofa, wheeling a tall 'T'work metal stand, with a declamatory, liquidity filled charge card bag hanging on it. A plastic thermionic valve about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a petty point tap at the top and a minor nozzle at the bottom end.

'' This is all we need to administer your enema, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The solution in the bag is simply tender water and liquid ecstasy, by the way, for your ease. The most effective solution for enema is normally coffee tree and strong water supply, but for now, soap and water will bear to do. '' He stopped in his running. `` I wonder ... ''

His vox trailed off as he moved around the couch, appeared to be pondering something, then : `` Perhaps you would be honest ... more comfortable ... on your backbone for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a little waver. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her bare buttocks. She lifted her tooshie automatically, allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising her pussy and her anal opening a few centimeter clear 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 perfect buttocks this sentence. ''

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

'' good, now raise up your knees towards your pectus please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the ceiling, Karen raised her knees up towards her breast, 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 nonsensitive view down below of her neatly trimmed pubic region, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the side of the couch.

Feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her infantry straight on the paper towel covered couch and allowed her headland to relax back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow down, her breast would not stop thumping ; she anticipated excitedly the coming min, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karenic seemed to be feeling none of that fright she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shameful 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 cunt had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the clock time that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his preparations, and in any early private and commodious circumstances she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards climax, with or without dildo. It would have to wait, she thought, but as soon as she got abode, she would be able to attend to to her growing needs. And perhaps this time, she would get that long delinquent fulfilment, 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 knees, looked into Karen 's eyes, he took hold of the end of the clyster tube in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her human knee, as though testing the duration and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her knees, knowing what was to come. The medico held her optic for a second or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his blue eyes dropped down to her genitalia. His eyebrow raised up ; it seemed he could n't break 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 worry about the ethics of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping twat and the renewed penetration of her anus bound to come. His weighted personal input served only to encourage this blatant sensation of sexual titillation she was feeling, and Karenic ventured to look at MD Lorenzo in a more open way. She began to imagine him as a intimate collaborator, wondered how he would be underneath his Joseph Black trousers. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and sales booth, she even dared glimpse down to his genitalia. Was that a jut down there ?

She had felt his tactual sensation, but only through latex paint mitt ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's script on her ass and thigh, his professional tinge becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to reckon how that putz would look if he released it from his pants, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The juices continued to run down below and Karenic felt very good indeed, as she lay back on the sofa, waiting for this now receive encroachment of her gather, slightly enlarged anal retentive opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen 's vagina, it was impossible not to see that her snatch rim were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and MD Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his interrogatory earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain core'on his patient. His putz 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 up, at the consulting elbow room cap again.

A whisper of latex again, and there was that familiar feeling of cool slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner buttocks and anus by caressing fingers. Karenic began to take a breather a fraction heavier, not in anxiousness now, but in totally illicit pleasance. Those amazingly adept, experienced doctor 's fingers moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal upheaval increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it hard into her juice dripping pussy. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or grab the doctor and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the elation, the cacoethes rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clit. It must have been, surely must have been, an accident. Her lower consistence jumped as a acuate billow of pleasure went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy pant, her head came up from the pillow, to count straight into doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, excuse me '' said the medico, and stopped spreading the lubricator for a moment. `` Sorry if that hurt. ``

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

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

'' I did n't injure you ? Oh good ... I 'm really gladiolus 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 flavour of the cool off slippery lube and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's go through fingers slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal geographical zone, until at finale, at long in conclusion, what Karen had been waiting for : his set finger pressed against her tiny backbone passing once again, paused for a instant and slipped, this time more easily into her arcanum hole. Bliss, thought Karenic, loving the riposte of this once reverence intrusion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal retentive heftiness relaxed without her having to mean about it, and she waited for those delicate, rhythmical finger-thrusts into her welcome pickle. Her excitement began to mount up again, almost back to its former level ; her secretion began to flow and she just knew that the composition towel would soon be flooded with her intimate juices. She was beyond lovingness. She wanted it to go on and on.

Dr. Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the tactile property of his rigid tumescence inside his pants, the silk miscue caressing his balls, enjoying the liberties of intimacy he was taking with this fabulous female ass and twat, totally opened up to his regard and his penetrating finger. He too was leaking intimate juices from the end of his aching pecker. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

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

'' Your Henry Sweet little ... pretty small ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Sam Shepard ... I shall preface the short nozzle on the end of the thermionic valve very gently, so as to cause you the minimum of uncomfortableness, then insert it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to flow down into your anus. You will have noted that the hooter is somewhat smaller than my finger's breadth, so it should n't be any spoilt a virtuoso than before. Are you ready ? ``

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was more than ready for the unknown experience of her start enema, and allowed her point to relax back once more onto the soft pillow. She wanted to feel this, appreciate every aspect of this sensation, not necessarily to expect, but to palpate, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her short Brown hole ? One of her bum cheeks was pressed to one incline by latex covered, house but gentle finger's breadth. A bit 's hesitation, and she felt a tiny nudge of the nozzle end beginning to fall into place her ass. It was modest than the doctor 's finger, somehow cardsharper, not so agreeable. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft virtuoso of caressing fingerbreadth was missing. Karen could n't help palpate just a bit disappoint, somehow deprived of something exceptional, though the level of her excitement did n't diminish one iota.

Doctor Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall open this little valve and allow the liquid to flow into your anus. You should have got a warm, not unpleasant ace of swimming filling your bowels for a while. In due course, if you should feel muscle spasm at any second, you must order me direct away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only accept a few minutes. Once that 's done, you will soon have a strong urge to go to the toilet, but try to retain back as long as possible. When it gets out of the question to hold back, tell me and I 'll help oneself you to the console. ``

Karenic listened to all of this and nodded to reassert 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 sentience of warm flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was howling, thought Karenic, almost refusing to conceive how such a routine, intended to heal an embarrass health trouble, could be so fleshly and sexually stimulating at the Lapp prison term. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the effect her puss rim were wide open and swollen and leaking her juice everywhere ; and the knowledge that the doctor had a full view of her stimulated genitals excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her clit a little with her plastic toy, she would ingest exploded into orgasm in very short time. At that instant, Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. was More than halfway to paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to climax inside his pants. Or skilful, fish out his swollen, rigid turncock and thrust it into the delightfully capable and dripping wet cunt of his young and prettiest patient, Karenic Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. He kept himself under ascendence, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karen did n't draw a blank that physician Lorenzo was there ; he became the object of her desires now. This excitement in her cunt reminded her how much ameliorate everything would be if she could have her love box filled right now with Larry 's hard, stiff and throbbing cock. But the only stopcock anywhere near was that of the doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, touch it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill her early orifice whilst this warm feeling swirled around inside her anus and bowel. She focused on this, as her sexual agitation mounted.

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

'' Hold on, Mrs Alan Shepard, it 's muscle spasm ... .relax as a lot as you can, do n't motivate. ``

With that, he lifted her dame higher over her waistline, began to rub her belly very gently with his greased latex paint gloved hand, round and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how lots near it ought to be without the baseball glove. It was as though the Dr. had read her idea. She heard the child's play of latex, knowing that he had ripped the mitt off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lube. He rubbed gently in forget me drug, he smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karen forgot about the muscle spasm pain, relaxed into the grand feel of the strong hand of her new, obscure, handsome, sensual doctor.

The muscle spasm went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of lovesome liquid state inside her gut. Dr. Lorenzo carried on his relief to Karen 's belly, enjoying his power. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the fond liquid from the enema still running down the tube into her body.

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

Perceptibly, Karen 's excitation began to build even more, as Doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a minuscule downhearted, towards her close cropped pubic area. Each time one of his hands went up and bout, it descended a trivial lower, until she was aching for his hired hand to go along its journeying to her swollen, dripping puss lips. She now wanted those digit on her clitoris, to rub her to her number 1 coming in respective weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was ready to come, and fall hard. She just needed someone to touch the trigger and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

MD Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an go through practician, but a man first. He knew all the signs of a char close to orgasm : the arduous breathing, the hike and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The apparent movement of Karenic 's belly, lower body and thighs. No words were necessity. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper second joint, then thumb first into the phantasm of Karenic 's thigh and pressed against the chess opening of her kitty, rubbed lightly at first off on her pussy lip, then up and onto her button. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the sofa to her position. Pressing his humiliated eubstance forward towards the couch, his cloth covered stiffness came into pleasant-tasting contact with the bare sissiness 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 instant it had breached her hot cunt rim and was inside her.

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the press of something difficult against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely MD 's finger inside her hot damp and his palm pressing on her clit were all that were necessity to bring in her over the edge, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't recognise what. Eyes closed, her head thumped, her hips raised themselves off the couch and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the penetrative nudge of the enema snoot inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even bass, amplifying the surge of joy. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving bosom against her crisp white blouse and she kept on coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic muscle contraction in her cunt.

Dr. Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching cock against Karen 's second joint, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious pointedness where his finger's breadth was penetrating her soundbox, feeling the soft flesh inside her vagina, the point where his palm pressed down on her blow up clit. As Karen 's chest heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning fullness of her raise teat outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip open that blouse and suck them hard into his oral fissure, collation into her flesh.

The quaking went on and on throughout Karen 's trunk, and Doctor Lorenzo 's finger's breadth moved more forcefully inside her, squishing, bending back and Forth River to eke the last shudder out of her coming.

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

doctor Lorenzo wanted to issue forth with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the detrition of the compliant softness of her thigh against his turgid cock, longing to share this wanted moment of outrageous pleasure that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same release, to feel his seed spitting out into the man, or deep into Karenic 's body, from his sperm-full ball and his unbending tool, but he knew he would have to waitress a while.

As the intensity of her orgasm began to recede and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a dissimilar kind of feeling. A sudden but certain build up of liquidity press in her venter and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her center wide, looked up to the rack with the dangling bag. The nozzle of the clyster was still in her ass, but the bag was hollow of its soapy liquidity. She thought she was going explode, in a different sensation of the watchword ; her mind and her ass and the sleep of her breathless, shaking body were in degree ten panic state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her prompt motive. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's thigh, he snapped into pressing medical checkup practitioner action. His own pleasure had to wait a spell. He slipped his fingerbreadth out of Karenic 's vagina, gave a end caress of fingerbreadth to her puss lips. He eased the atmospheric pressure of his penis against Karen 's leg, reached around to slip the nozzle of the clyster out of her anus. Karen felt damp blip, bantam tip of regret as maiden MD Lorenzo 's finger abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on rightfield now. She was prepare to void, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper arm, firmly but gently pulling her into a session position. Their centre met for the get-go time in various mo, scintillation, but there was professional concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karenic looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her look was flushed and slightly contorted with the effort of ego control ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy fortuity right there in the consulting room. So totally preoccupied had she been with the stick pleasure generated by the clyster and Doctor Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing manus that she had been taken quite by surprisal at the sudden visor of pressure in her innards.

The doctor led her, clenching her ass musculus, quickly towards the sewer cabinet. He pushed the door inwards and stepped aside to enable Karenic to rush in and throw her bum cheeks onto the cold gutter rear end, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the pressure became too often to hold back. He switched on the luminousness and closed the door without a word.

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

The fill-in was almost beyond her immediate comprehension. After all those hebdomad of stress and failure to assuage the painful need to empty her gut, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she sighed and sighed and just let it spout into the w.c. pot, for what seemed like several minutes. Then as the pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the push button of the water closet cistern. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as a good deal volume as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal heftiness, as though to try and squeeze Thomas More to perish, to assure that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a tiny orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to jump out, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful income tax return of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

She sighed again, and as her breathing began to slow down back to rule, paused to realise 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 round-eyed prescription remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal examen for the very initiatory metre - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, sensual physician ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitching of sexual agitation quite unnamed in her premature biography, brought on by the enema and the manual attending of this same Dr. ?

Her point was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet paper and began to strip herself up, she began to intend about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to face up this adorable doctor again. She flushed the cistern one shoemaker's last time, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the death chair by the sofa. Quick meter of the fondness again, she pulled down and smoothed her wench.

Head clearing, concerned about her cleanliness, she went to the small wash drawing bowl in the cabinet, and as unspoiled she could, washed her paw with soap and body of water, her ass and thighs the Saame. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal area, lingering a while over her pussy lips, enjoying the entitle stimulant as she rubbed soap and then water system over her genital lips.

Doctor Lorenzo 's fine-looking brass and expert hands, that absolutely sealed gibbousness in his pants, its clash against her thigh and the computer memory of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karenic 's intellect as she rubbed her pussy lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second orgasm.

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

The estimable Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his chairwoman pushed back slightly, and looking across the way at the closed crapper cabinet doorway behind which Karenic was emptying her guts. The exposure of his married woman and adolescent tike was directly on the desk. His zip fastener was open air and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but melt off cock with its bulbous head out of his silk slip ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karen's panty wrapped around his cock. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the stool ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient role - and a shy one too, despite her submission at his custody - to take the air in and pick up him with prick in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in endangerment. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to begrime Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the first flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to clean herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with flabby toilet newspaper. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end of his knob. The eye of his hammer leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his thumb as he rubbed. His nous was replete of simulacrum of Karen 's swollen cunt lips, her beautiful ass and thighs. He wondered about her chest, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in sketch under her blouse, nipples hard. With his free manus he reached into his desk drawer for a fatheaded wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the composition unmanliness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female softness instead.

Hearing the water running into the wash bowl behind the cabinet threshold, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a professional, concerned spirit : `` Are you alright, Mrs Alan Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the strait of the running water almost covered his inquiry. The MD 's voice trembled a short, from the sexual excitement he was feeling as he got closer to climax, but Karen did n't notice. If only he knew, thought Karen, then called out to affirm that she was fine.

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

At that split second, an enormous gush of seminal fluid ejected from Doctor Lorenzo 's phallus, into his fistful of kleenex. His ramification jerked, and his ass left his leather bottom, his eye closed besotted onto picture of ass and vagina and crispy white blouse covered chest. His head went back, oral cavity open, as the pleasance of his climax ripped through his formal and his cock. The throbbing was as intense as it had ever been in this situation. His reputation may cause been at risk, but that did n't end Dr. Lorenzo from taking peril, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a degree by a female affected role. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The Dr. celebrated his interjection soundlessly, before his breathing began to tranquillise down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to ooze through into his hand, as he squeezed the knob end hard, to debilitate out the last few tears of come from his member, and the last few tug of pleasure. breathing hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a bollock and threw it into his waste product paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ascertain that his assistant would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening intimate habits when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking putz rearranged inside his mooring, his zipper pulled up in second gear, and the scanty returned to the chair by the examination couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly goodish, reputable but over-sexed medical examination practitioner went quickly over to his own personal basin to make certainly that he would have scrubbed his work force clean and jerk of all suggestion of cunt, putz, ass and lubricant, before Karen, also scrubbed clean, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the cabinet, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her hands again, checked her boilersuit appearance in the mirror above the washout washbowl, straightened her wearable as practiced she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling naked under her skirt, her philia had started beating fast again. She grasped the door handgrip and pulled, thus returning to the luminance of doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, where physician Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the Lapplander winning grinning. MD Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. ``

Not struggling to find oneself her words at all now, Karen replied : `` Oh yes doctor Lorenzo, much much better. I ca n't secernate you how much. ``

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

'' Absolutely, '' replied Karen, a little breathlessly. `` I have to admit, I was very nervous about coming to see you ... or any Doctor of the Church, about this ... but finally, well, it was just okay ... enjoyable ... .dare I say : exciting. ''

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any soreness ... gives you cause for complaint ... hurt ... doubts about the whole thing ... '' His wickedness 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 squeamish ... and a nifty relievo. ``

Approaching the doctor 's desk, she bent down to regain her handbag on the level by the leather chair where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her panty, still on the professorship beside the couch, but decided not to pass water a appearance of getting it back ; she wanted to impart as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her dignity. Ideas were taking Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe in her mind.

MD Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each former with smiling oculus. But neither of them was to broach the issue of the doctor 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his handling of her clitoris, the invasion of his expert inflexible digit into her wet vagina and the obviously pure pleasure she had enjoyed throughout her showtime enema experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most intense sexual 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 bowel evacuation and her intimate cleansing. She did however, glance down at Doctor Lorenzo 's genital organ as he stood up ; was that a moist patch she saw on the front of his pants ?

Dr. Lorenzo : `` I 'll recount you something else, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ... Karen : clyster are not simply a mean of relieving physical problem ... bowel inaction, blockages such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing intimate gratification. Between couples in the liaison of their own homes and so on ... if you 'd care to bang Sir Thomas More, you can come up plenty of data on the net ... or you are receive to come in and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karenic 's crease hilltop must have indicated the surprise and doubt she was feeling about what the doctor was saying.

'' Really ... looking at at a few internet site ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside personal manner smile. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a mobile telephone set number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call me for an appointment, should you have any cause for concern in the future tense - this problem or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, experience detached to use my mobile number. It wo n't be a problem for me to call 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 secure still - in it. '' But of track it was just fantasy.

doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to have been a hanker silence : `` My secretary will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the lag, Karen, relax and enjoy your new found freedom. You should be able to get back to convention ... bowel bodily function from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the exit, Karenic had many former view spinning around in her head - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But first things first. The panty could wait ; she had plenty of others at home plate. She accepted the Doctor of the Church 's aplomb, screaky clear hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back retentivity of erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each former and parted at the top of the stairs leading down to the street.

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

Karen skipped down the stairs to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the cool evening air wafting onto her nakedness under her chick and calming the burning in her font. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her handbag and unlocking the car room access, she plopped into the driver 's seat, felt the soft fabric against her publicize ass. She grabbed her own mobile phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's number, fingers trembling.

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

THE END