MRS Sam Shepard GOES TO THE DOCTOR'S

Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

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

backrest nursing home, in her late living, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a lifelong Friend of the family. Doctor Stroud, whom Karenic always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the like fourth part since Karen was a just slight female child, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a teenager, when strong-arm affair can be a job, she never had any suppression about going to the surgery, and felt she could spill the beans to Doctor of the Church Stroud about anything at all - about her changing consistence, her geological period, her budding breasts, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the familiarity of consulting your doctor from a very ahead of time age. And for Karenic it was sometimes soft to give up and hash out her almost intimate arcanum with a Dr. she 'd known all her life, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this country Town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the idea of going to see a foreign doctor for the first prison term struck care into her ; each sentence she thought about having to do it, palpitation started in her bosom, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't live with her piffling problem forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but significant stride, still hoping vainly that the result would resolve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the days and weeks passed, and Karen did n't find the braveness to surmount her timidity and call a physician for an appointment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiousness flak sometimes, and this plight was not helping her in her daily life. At all.

Karen Sam Shepard reflected on all this at home alone one Spring morning, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the huge orchard 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 vile complication every day. She had a good and caring lover, but she had n't dared narrate Larry anything about her business organization. Her instinctive shyness and inherent inhibition, prevented her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, why in recent times she had been so reluctant to commit herself to wide love, like before.

Larry lived a few hours'push away, but she had started to devise reasons to head off him staying overnight at her home. She nevertheless felt such a strong affection for him and loved the sex, the closeness and the warm quilt she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty look about this situation.

They had met during a two-day work conference, which Larry attended as senior illustration of one of the supplier companies her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to get laid how to deal with it ; ultimately he found her dark looks and shapely physical body captivating. For her part, Karenic, enjoyed Larry 's relaxed personality and good feeling. He got her feeling relaxed in his company within a very little time.

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant eventide, and Karen had got to feel more unwound than for a very long time, thanks to Larry 's well-off way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's secret hopes, there was to be no passionate Nox with Karenic in his hotel elbow room this time. She had not drunk much at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be content that night with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient role for another two weeks, before Karen allowed things go in a sexual direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday eventide, when Larry had dined Karenic again in the like restaurant, and she had invited him into her domicile for the very foremost time. She had prepared herself in procession ; the house and especially her bedroom were not bad and immaculate, clean sheets on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but allowing her to hold back her timidity. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her alcoholic couch on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink a little more vino than was her habit, and she felt well and truly ready now to devote herself to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of getting to know him.

hugging seemed relaxed, supply ship and lifelike, becoming more fervid as the moments passed. confidant caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their field glass of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the lounge, partially undressed, Karen 's bosom bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's member released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's timid fingers. By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, script in hand to the interior and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both More than cook for what was to stick with ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, mouth locked voiceless, lingua thrashing together, hands exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

Karen, partly naked, quickly pulled back the bed covers and slide underneath, tugging at Larry 's arms for him to join her, before hauling a piece of paper over them and slipping off her panty.

It was the first time that anyone had been able to steer Karenic in the instruction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that Night a new aspect to her gender ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprise at the speed of her submission and acquiescence, Karen began to realize there really was anxiety-free biography 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 drop them carelessly on the bedroom floor, nervously fished out of his trouser pouch a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their coupling was fast and furious that world-class time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the duskiness of the canvass covered bed. His mouth was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing his naked consistence down onto Karenic 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her teat briefly, then fall to nybble her hot brim, seek her unforced tongue again. Feeling for the inaugural time the joy of material body against flesh, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his stifle, slipped his remains, bursting, condom covered hardness far into Karen 's moist deepness and ejaculated quickly with a grunt of pleasure. Such was his overwhelming exhilaration at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new partner 's voiced and welcoming body.

Karenic, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not climax, but was not totally disappoint ; after all, she was used to intercourse without climax. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her second joint pressed sloshed against Larry 's waist. She savoured the intensity level of this heavy, curved, pulsating organ inside her slit as it spurted its seminal fluid into the rubber, relished that she had been able to give pleasure to Larry with her consistency, enjoyed too, the weightiness of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting hard into her mouth.

As his penis contract away and slipped out of Karenic 's kitty, the semen filled rubber barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his precipitate ejaculation, though Karen said nothing on the matter, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial closeness. He managed discreetly to dispose of the rubber, duly knotted, and after a suited moment of relaxation, kissing and mutual caressing under the flat solid, he found his erection returning quickly enough. At the decent moment, he was able to reach for another condom without any more dubiousness, and this secondment meter, to luxuriate in the soft moistness of Karenic 's hot inner sanctum sanctorum. Her leg hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to suck Larry 's penis into her womb. He slowed his footstep this time, allowing Karen to feel the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic poking to kiss her generous breasts, suck her hard mammilla for long mo, then her mouth, as he resumed his journeying towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic pace, science and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first time.

proceedings later, Karenic had her very beginning penetrative coming. endorsement after she came, Larry spurted a second onus of germinal fluid into his rubber, inside Karenic 's voiced, warmly, welcoming moistness. She was taken by surprise by the speed with which the flood tide came over her, trembled and shook as the jerk of Larry 's throbbing phallus increased the sentiency of delight inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's rigor became softness and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry much tighter to her breast, loving the smell and flavor of his strong, slender physical structure, 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 munition around her, his aristocratic heating system and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'arms, and found each other again and again during the night. They were Sir Thomas More than a little loath to section on Dominicus evening, after an intensely close night and long day, during which they only left Karen '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 workweek after they became lovers, and they began to pass virtually weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling mitt in hand in the country, they filled every waking hour with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karen 's causa, a controlled abandon to the extent that she able-bodied to slow down into the kinship. She discovered that it was possible to achieve very vivid penetrative orgasm without having to reach for a plastic penis, a vibrating tubing, and to contribution them with a lovingness mate for the first base time, a totally new experience. For during her wedlock to a self-centered man and a selfish lover, her only nail sacking had been through stealthy and lonely masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a affected role and attentive fan, and unhurriedly helped Karenic to reach heights of passion she had never felt before in her last, her one and only previous confidant relationship. Although he knew that she was using the prophylactic device anovulant, he was more than aware as well that risk of disease still made Karen anxious. He was measured and considerate to use extra tribute in the early days of their sexual love, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to countenance skin against cutis in the most insinuate orifice of her dead body, and receive his germinal fluid into her. She did n't know if it was jazz that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two months she was very comfortable indeed in her relationship with him, and hoped that it would in conclusion. Her old bouts of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karenic 's natural inhibitions in matters of sex showed early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from make to hurry into the to a greater extent taboo region of adult sexual love. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his caliber of softness and understanding. For a hanker clock time, though, their love was straight forward, in the darkness or semi-dark and under the sheet of paper ; always intense and ultimately hearty, but Larry 's longer term, higher desires were thwarted by Karen 's reluctance to try out. He would cause liked to affect forward in their intimacies, to tasting and percentage the more than prohibited zones of the realm of the build, enjoy oral sex. But he had to measure his pace ; any insistence on such a reticent and potentially anxious adult female as Karenic could be fateful to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was already in love, and would do nil to scare Karen away at such a critical stagecoach of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a romantic dinner and bring her overnight bag, she started finding exculpation not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could find no manifest logical system in her sudden withdrawal, especially since matter had gone so well up to now. He had done nothing wrong. Karen did n't sacrifice sign of the zodiac that she wanted to bring the relationship to an end, but at the same time was pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out contradictory signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a strong desire, sure. She would see it well-off to start to lubricate, just watching a romantic film at home alone or reading a Mills & Boone. Or after a deep night midweek phone conversation with her fan, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive words to excite her. As he whispered his longing, his latria for her and draw how he loved to hold and buss her breasts, pick her swollen nipples, stroke her back and especially her buttocks, she would palpate her side flush with selfish pleasure, the heat energy boost in her loins and her pussy begin to tingle.

For a few minute of arc on the phone, she forgot everything but the softness and the shudder of Larry 's vox and his imaginary caresses on her body, the mental range of a function of his hard, curved phallus and his slim, house body.

Sitting beside the phone table on her low stool, legs akimbo, she would elicit her long cotton plant night frock over her waist and push button aside her pantie. She would give up the fingerbreadth of her loose mitt to stroke over the backtalk of her trimmed pussy very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more good attention later. For those few arcminute she longed to have Larry 's rigid 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 jerked meat of his turncock and the spurt of his seed, to know that he was squirting and draining his liquid 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 chamber, lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - hoping and intending to bestow herself off, to make up for what she had been missing with Larry through the working twenty-four hour period, to exhaust some of this pent up Passion of Christ - 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 take over her organic structure as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a detectable decrease of those initial urges ; the prickling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, nighttime dress high up over her breasts, step-in off, wooden leg across-the-board, head back on her pillow. oculus closed, she would rub her clit with her digit, roll her generous chest, pinch her enlarged pap, feeling the urge begin to mount, then taking out her thick, flexible pink plastic vibrator from its personal drawer, would begin to fiddle it around her tender cunt lips. She would pester her clit and vaginal first step for a patch, anticipating the ledger entry of this moldable tool. And then, the urge to orgasm would get 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 capability to bring herself to a climactic flush despite this nagging thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an 60 minutes. She added more lubricating jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy charge card pipe organ over her most sensitive pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in deep and hard and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and rapidity of her actions. She pinched her mammilla harder ; she sought Thomas More fantasy in her head, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't work ; the more she insisted, the worse it became. She had no sexual climax at the end, and her pitiful ill-treated pussy was finally sore from the excessive detrition. She would throw her dildo onto the floor in anger and sob herself to kip, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got desperate ; she knew she needed to see a medico, and the sooner the beneficial. Her entire physical structure was uncomfortable, day and night. She had severe breadbasket pains intermittently, her sex life was in suspension, she risked losing a man who had become costly to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter terzetto - Karenic and Sandie :

Karenic had been in this small Ithiel Town in the country just a few calendar month, and had made only one Quaker during this time apart from Larry. A jr. girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, true booster to Karen ; she helped Karenic find her way around her new job during the settling in full point, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each former 's company. They began to spend time together outside office hours, having a drinking, or just relaxing at household to follow telecasting, to hear to music and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and aspiration, invented crazy, insufferable plot of land to bring about the downfall of unpleasant co-worker, discussed affairs of the eye to the degree that Karen felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much Thomas More unresolved in many ways than her new supporter, so Karen listened rather more than than talked, but that suited her just fine, in view of her timidity.

Sandie was one, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the conjugal intentions of Thomas More than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a high sex campaign, and to a greater extent than one boyfriend and quiescency collaborator. Karenic did n't judge her morals at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her common soldier life and working career, and how she floated openly between lovers without feeling the certificate of indebtedness to choose one or the other as a permanent fixture in her life. What she did n't begrudge though, was the health risks that Sandie obviously took in her intimate promiscuity.

But despite these difference of opinion in their trust stratum and sexual attitudes, and their fundamental posture towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karen admired openly Sandie 's optimism and assurance, and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a little maudlin. She once tried to further Karenic to take a indorse lover, but for Karen one man was quite enough. More than enough, in the light of her current condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about physician. She did n't say outright what her motivation was, just that she ought to register with person, and wanted to make the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her intimate demand right hand then. Without vacillation, Sandie directed her to a certain Doctor Lorenzo. With a wicked smiling, 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 number of a pad, and promptly changed the subject.

The following dayspring, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising to a greater extent than ever the importance of her demand, Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialled Doctor Lorenzo 's number. After explaining briefly, without detail, to the secretaire that her problem was fairly urgent, the likable woman immediately gave her a late assignment, for that Saame evening, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karen and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was lately arriving at the operating room of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up aroused state ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the address was in town, but finished by walking around various cube before stumbling into the large natural oak door of the rectify building. At the entrance was a polished establishment brass : Doctor Marcel Lorenzo MD, superior general Practitioner.

XVIII minutes late for her appointee, Karenic ran breathlessly up a flying of steps and burst clumsily and panting into the Dr. 's reception, where she found the doctor 's secretaire, a plain, frumpy middle-aged char waiting for her. She had her coating already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

'' Ah, Mrs Shepard I presume. doctor Lorenzo has just received another patient in scene of your absence seizure, so I 'll have to ask you to wait over there. He should n't be too long. I must leave 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 directly, hard

wooden chair on the opposite position of the room, smoothed down her doll and fiddled nervously with her hair and the push button of her blouse, to tidy herself up. After a brief interphone outcry to the medico to announce Karen 's arrival, the secretary bid her unspoilt evening and left.

As the mo slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried to a greater extent and more about the coming consultation ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would make difficulty finding the right row to explain and then discuss the detail of her predicament to this unknown physician. Not many dustup were necessary in realty, but she knew she would probably redden and falter in a way she would never done with her old, associate 'uncle', Doctor Stroud. But now it was almost too deep to turn and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a strain five More minutes, there was a sudden detent as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a minor plosion of veneration in Karen 's chest ; out stepped a Whitney Young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her focus, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a mild but very masculine phonation inviting her to come right in. Taking a recondite breathing space, she stood up, and knees shaking, white meat clump, she entered the intimate sanctum of the consulting room and finally came font to face with Doctor Lorenzo.

Closing the doorway, she crossed the turgid way, to where Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was seated, writing in a booklet. Placing the folder to one position, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a doctor 's bedside personal manner smile and stood, to offer his outstretched hand.

His bearing was immediately impressive, retrieve Karen. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a clean full distance testing ground pelage, but a sick blue, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. bluing to match perfectly his middle, thought Karenic, and blackened to match his hairsbreadth on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karenic 's anxiousness, she felt a small leap of another variety in her titty, and the petite womanly pleasure from seeing this dark haired man with very T. H. White dentition smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his assuredness squeeze and another pleasant tiny increase in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of meat of his wide dark oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephony, a mish-mash of file and a portable computer, which was open on the position. Karen also noticed a picture frame, but it was turned away from her. Probably a class exposure, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, vertical armchair of the same red leather, placed her handbag on the floor at her feet and clasped her bridge player together on her lap. Her brass knucks soon became white.

wait for the doctor to speak, she glanced around, noticing an examen couch on one position of the room, and a small washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a toilet console behind her, to one slope of the entrance door. ignitor came in brightly from a luxuriously frost methamphetamine windowpane behind Doctor Lorenzo.

From Doctor Lorenzo 's spot of eyeshot, he was equally impressed by Karen 's entry into his private elbow room, though after all his long time of practising music, outwardly he did n't usually establish it.

He was quite used to having all variety 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 scrunch up white blouse and brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with proud breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned front man. And her face was pretty too, framed by short, neat, grim hairsbreadth. An added fillip. He allowed himself, therefore, the indulgence of a slight twitch of his penis and blood to run into his low veins, looking forward to the low affair he would be capable to see his new affected role 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the persuasion sharply, to look down and open another blue file on the desk in front of him. He found very footling selective information inside, just Karenic 's public figure, reference and telephone number, and a billet : `` ... new to area, recommended by friend, Sandra Aimee Semple McPherson ... ''

eyesight these few, but meaningful word, in an instant, Dr. Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a spell, and maybe he should call her, to cue her that she ought to come for her habitue 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too meddling, maybe he would prognosticate by her star sign sometime, by arrangement, of course. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to give the appearance of being unagitated, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky vocalism, her recent arriver in the dominion, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two polite questions about her past life and her work. He was happy, he said, to receive her on his list of patient. He explained too that he would give birth to get details of her medical history, and therefore needed to receive her files from her previous doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to reply the query in as relaxed way as potential, but dreaded rich inside the here and now when Doctor Lorenzo would reach out the point where it would be necessity to bonk why she had really come to see him.

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

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

This was it. Karen began to panic again. ventilation knockout, she opened her sassing and tried to speak. Recognising her reluctance, Doctor Lorenzo placed his elbows on his desk, clasped his paw together in front man of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Shepard ; tell me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to aid. ``

'' Well ... it 's ... a minuscule ... delicate, MD Lorenzo. I ... it 's ... ''

cypher sensible was coming out, and Karen 's scare could only get more vivid, if she did n't find a way to blunder out her concern. She tried hard to concentrate ; she had had mountain of fourth dimension - all day to plan what to say, but her system of logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

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

'' Ah ! '' responded Doctor Lorenzo. `` I see, a head of toilet. 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 worse than she had ever felt in her life, even unfit than on the day when she started her periods for the for the first time time and soaked her breeches, her wearing apparel and her school derriere with unexpected and terrifying adolescent menstrual leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo 's side by side few words were carefully measured to try and make Karen begin to finger more at relief and assure her that he was there to help her with medical matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a very coarse ailment, and there really was no need to finger embarrassed about it. He was for sure he could resolve her precondition. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karenic naked or partly unclad, and the alternative of treatment, which he would also relish. His penis twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. MD Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's bloomers under his desk, and taking deep breathing time, Karenic began to settle a little better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't involve to speak for a niggling spell, as the smiling, friendly medico went on to explicate, in a fairly matter-of-fact medico 's way, how stultification could arise for various understanding. He asked about her casual and hebdomadary diet, whether she ate a lot of vegetables and cereals, drank a lot of water system, took physical exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a modification of water supply could be one of the effort of impairment. And of trend, anxiety itself would n't avail. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some particular what she had been habitually wipe out and drinking.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory visits to the stool in the last month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered severe venter aches for respective days.

Then, motion came up about Karen 's sexual action, and medico Lorenzo explained how constipation could sometimes affect the ability to relax during sexual sexual congress. Of course, Karenic knew all about this from beginning helping hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her kinship with Larry and her masturbatory stop. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulties'in that area.

The Doctor of the Church seemed perfectly to infer Karen 's reluctance to say More, measuring the emotional personality of his new and interesting affected role with his many age of checkup experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the delight of helping this fairly new patient could be even bully than he had a outset thought it might. Karen might even be the pure patient for his vogue of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the intimate baron now flowing strongly through the mineral vein in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing line of descent flow in her new doctor 's nether realm, Karenic began to relax. Her breathing slowed, the thud in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her work force together, and her own blood began to course back into her fingerbreadth again.

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

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

'' beginning, Mrs Alan Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will find the topper solution
for you, do n't care. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the right thing in coming to see me. '' From his own power point of purview especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to unwind, medico, but I 've never had this ... variety of ... problem before, and frankly ... I 'm at a personnel casualty ... '' Karen sought more words, but failed to articulate what she meant.

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and confidant matter, and it 's perfectly raw that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this uncomfortableness, and as a doctor, I am well placed to intimate one of several result uncommitted. ''

He seemed to speculate for a moment or two, then : `` number one, I should gestate out a simple examination. Of your anus, Mrs Alan Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse 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 worried about being alone with me right now, I will be felicitous to essay you this evening, rather than have you make another fitting and wait a spell to come back. We can get your job solved quicker. Again, please do n't concern - I 'll be very soft with you, and just a fiddling internal exploration really is necessary to see what problems exist, before we can resolve whatever solution is earmark for you. ``

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

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently experienced and kindly Doctor of the Church was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and private nether part, and the entirely theme simply horrified Karenic, almost frightened her to decease - no issue how charming, smiling, bighearted and attractive he was.

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

Karen 's faltering, almost inactivity, gave the green visible light to doc Lorenzo, and he stood up and invited Karen to go over to a waist high, firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting elbow room, and to lie down on it, on a total distance paper towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underwear, 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 slight panty, folded it and placed it on a professorship alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her annulus to cover as best she could her upper legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her head onto a voiced pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the whisper 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 span of very fine, colourless latex paint baseball mitt.

Stretched out like that, staring at the rampart, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless ready to founder herself up at last to whatever the doctor decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this test over, twist on her scanty and run away from him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving health check prescription drug. Then Doctor Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this test 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 organisation doll of Karen's.

There was a consequence 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just come up up your annulus, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her give side, and feeling cool, pleasant air on her buttocks, second joint and legs, she heard him say : `` Please bend up your rightfulness leg up to your chest of drawers, keeping your left leg straight. Relax, this will only take a few minute of arc ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pale softness of Karenic 's naked ass and second joint for the first time. He was certainly imprint. His penis was fully hard in an moment. His eyes opened wider in mystery pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' low, I 'll just rub a little sterilised lubricant between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to facilitate the penetration of my digit. Is this the number one clock time you 've had such an interrogatory ? ``

Hearing a sound of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as gruntle as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll find it too uncomfortable ... .. just a petty ... ..strange the inaugural meter, 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 straw man of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting seeable, due to the common constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the exhilaration so far, the detrition of the end of his putz against silk, and he relished the side by side few instant to come. It was an examination he had done a G sentence, and he had never failed to enjoy this totally intimate geographic expedition and digital invasion of the female soundbox. In short, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karenic, however, was now in turmoil. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to touch her touchy little anus, and in late Clarence Day she had felt such an ongoing soreness, a sharply discomfort there, due to her campaign to go to void her bowels. Now, this man was going to penetrate her soft niggling bud with his finger ! Her respiration was getting more and more rapid as she waited, bum and second joint exposed to the impertinent air of physician Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's to a greater extent, totally exposed to his uninhibited regard.

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

There was not long for Karen to await. She felt the lightest of a touch of latex covered medal and finger's breadth on one of her bum cheeks, a hug, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery substance being spread by a fingerbreadth, then respective fingers, onto the area around the tiny hole of her anus.

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karenic. Her to begin with terror receded momentarily. It was sort of like a Light fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This planning went on for a few long second, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very jolly tooshie ''.

Karen 's heart leapt in her chest. She did n't know whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a doctor whom she did n't even acknowledge, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such affair to a patient he did n't know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to imagine he was saying it to distract her from the intimacy of the examination she was undergoing for the very commencement prison term, as part of his aesculapian technique, to lighten the billet somewhat. She blushed, said nothing, and waited.

Then : `` Mmmmm ... very pretty indeed. second joint too ... ''

At the very Lapplander moment, she felt the pressure of something, a fingerbreadth, she knew it was for sure, against her tiny anal first step. She felt herself tense up. The sparkle insistence stayed there whilst Doctor Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. When you feel it press harder, try to slacken your anal muscularity, I shall be about to penetrate your jolly little 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 ... Doctor '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, and now inevitable, ineluctable insight of her most closed book orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt needlelike against Karen 's little puckered golf hole, then she felt a card sharper, uncomfortable champion as the finger, this foreign object, met the initial underground of her anal tintinnabulation. She wanted to stop it, push away the invader. A s 's vacillation, more pressure, then his finger's breadth slid in, just a centimeter, no more. Karen gasped out loud.

'' Alright Mrs Shepard ? '' said MD Lorenzo ? `` Does that smart ? ``

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karen shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very strangest flavor, to take a man 's fingerbreadth, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very commencement time. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum hollow for a spell, allowing Karen to get used to this alien line of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide profoundly, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a time. Soon, Karenic had the impression that her whole anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her hint. 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 hard impulse to spurn this operose object by contracting her anal retentive muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her lovely rear, his finger planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great meter. His cock was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his pants. He wanted to wrench it out of his vesture 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 morals, after all. So for the moment, with his absolve script he just re-arranged his rooster inside his silk moorage, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expand and throb inside his pants.

Karen felt the encroacher begin to recede. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This time, Karen tried not to resist, tried to relax and allow the enemy to push its way into her. This time, Dr. Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth slid in easier, and a little farther. He smiled delightedly in his own common soldier humankind of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his face. She knew cypher of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to relax, not an gentle thing to do at this instant. The finger pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to relax a tiny bit. The maven 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 foraging finger moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's second knuckle, then to the limit of his finger distance, encountered a block. Karen 's external respiration changed, from a previously anxious musical rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited response in her pectus. And in her blue body too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no long a truly medical test, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The slick penetration of Doctor Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth had taken on a regular and persistent cadence, and as the minute passed, she no longer had that itch to repel the invader. Her anal retentive muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving push of his figure. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally understand how a cleaning lady could allow a man 's member inside her most underground muddle, and bask being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now More and more cognizant that there was a tingling in her vagina, the beginning of genuine intimate turmoil. Her pussy felt very warm and moist, and she began to worry about the possibility of her lovemaking juices starting to run visibly out of her snatch mouth, if this continued much longer. She could n't terminate her rima oris opening and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not escape MD Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he drop the distinct quiver in Karen 's abject soundbox as he thrust his fingerbreadth back and forth into her somewhat small ass. As ever, he was enjoying his piece of work as a medical practitioner. His dick strained at his clothing, shake difficult and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early need press release for liberation, wanted to sense the cool air on his shaft, and then more.

physician Lorenzo 's part reached Karen 's auricle, despite her partial genial absence seizure from the realness 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 sweetness niggling bum. ``

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

And then the doctor 's finger receded for the last time ; there was a belittled wet popping noise as it left the holiness of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a sensation of personnel casualty. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, hold on your finger in me ! ``

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

She felt what she imagined to be a lingering, latex-gloved caress of both rear, then the bristly sensation of paper towels being rubbed gently and efficiently all around her anus and buttocks, as the Dr. cleaned her up.

'' There. You can supplant your panty now, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. Your pretty little bum is all clean and shiny again. If my niggling examination has brought on a pauperization to go to the toilette, experience free to use the cupboard over there. And when you 're cook we 'll talk over what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her scanty and looking over at doc Lorenzo 's blanket back and berm as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost disgraceful way she had just abandoned herself to this exam, how she had ultimately enjoyed this unharmed experience to the extent that her puss was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her natural inclinations and initial fears.

The real penetration of her soundbox had proved to be much LE of an ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasance of a kind she could not experience imagined before. Her intellection accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there right for her at that heartbeat, she would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his trousers, grabbed and caressed his comrade hardness, hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, front end or back, she would n't care. She would give done everything with him, raced to a common orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather chair, and Doctor Lorenzo 's phonation once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to deal with this ... blockage of yours, Mrs Shepard. In view of the time that has passed since your ... problem started ... a warm resolution is advisable. There are what we might bid 'small enema'available at the pharmaceutics. These are very cracking and easy to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at base, in amount privacy ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many cases of irregularity, to remind an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karen nodded, felt her fount colour up again. Her step-in had become deaden between her second joint, her snatch was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing pace was still 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 force enough, and not quickly enough. You really need something ... much more significant ... more volume, if you follow my significance. ``

Karen just nodded again, not really following his meaning, but recognising that there was some sorting of lifesaving choice lurking in medico Lorenzo 's mind. Her ticker was fluttering now with breathless anticipation.

'' Once again, in order to accept speedy rest period from your ... blockage this evening, you must lay your personal confidence in me to extend out a full clyster. Of course, we wo n't have the assist or presence of my assistant. But I can promise you that it 's a fairly straight forward subroutine, so we 'll cope well enough. And of form, I can assure you that the whole affair will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

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

Be brave, Mrs Shepard. It will only rent a curt metre, and you will be able to go habitation this evening entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a whole lot salutary than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

doc Lorenzo was proud of his ability to stay tranquillise and 'professional'in front of this timid cleaning woman with the moderately face and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself more than he had for a long time ; since Sandie McPherson 's finish visit in fact.

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

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

The words 'start where we left off'made Karenic 's spunk clunk again, but not completely out of fear this metre. The premature five minutes had been so dear that she thought about the enema with predict pleasure, even though she did n't really have sex what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his back momentarily. `` Take off your step-in again and lie down as before, please. '' His educational activity was now firm. He was in to a greater extent of a rush to get to the next leg of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the same president, and lay down on the leather couch on her result face, 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 min, some rustling noises around the consulting room.

There was the running play of water, 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 seat, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting way wall behind the couch. Then she saw out of the box of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the buns end of the couch, wheeling a tall 'T'work alloy point of view, with a tumid, liquid filled plastic bag hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a little stop tap at the top and a modest nozzle at the bottom end.

'' This is all we need to administer your enema, Mrs Alan Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The resolution in the bag is simply warm water and soap, by the way, for your puff. The most effective solution for enema is normally coffee and tender urine, but for now, scoop and water supply will have 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 better ... more comfortable ... on your back for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a lilliputian hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her nude buttocks. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to err underneath, thus raising her cunt and her anal retentive hatchway a few centimeter clear of the couch. She looked up to see MD Lorenzo smile, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon your consummate buttocks this meter. ''

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this MD 's bedside manner again, his special way to help her relax. Not knowing what to reply, and in any case no longer afraid like before, she said goose egg ; she waited for boost instructions, centre beating delightfully fast.

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

Looking now at the cap, Karenic raised her knee joint up towards her dresser, 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 unexclusive view down below of her neatly trimmed pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the sides of the couch.

intuitive feeling newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her feet unconditional on the paper towel covered cast and allowed her headway to make relaxed back onto the pillow. But her respiration would not slow down, her breast would not stop thump ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fright she had experienced at the start, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shameful sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensation she had earlier enjoyed inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot kitty had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the time that doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his prep, and in any other private and convenient circumstances she would already be forcefully rubbing her button towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would induce to await, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to attend to her growing needs. And perhaps this prison term, she would get that long overdue fulfillment, if the physician succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As doctor Lorenzo moved back to the end of the couch, leaned over and, from between her human knee, looked into Karen 's eyes, he took clutch of the end of the enema tube in one bridge player and pulled it around and down towards her knees, as though testing the length and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her knees, knowing what was to fall. The Doctor held her optic for a secondment or two, then as though drawn by attracter, his blue heart dropped down to her crotch. His eyebrows raised up ; it seemed he could n't stop himself saying : `` Mmm Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., you have not only a pretty bum, I see. ``

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to worry about the value orientation of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed insight of her anus bound to descend. His weighted personal comment served only to encourage this blatant esthesis of sexual titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to depend at doc Lorenzo in a more open way. She began to imagine him as a sexual partner, wondered how he would be underneath his pitch blackness pant. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and stand, she even dared glance down to his crotch. Was that a prominence down there ?

She had felt his touch, but only through latex baseball mitt ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed Dr. 's hands on her ass and thighs, his professional person touch becoming caresses in her imagery. She began to imagine how that stopcock would attend 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 Karen felt very estimable indeed, as she lay back on the sofa, waiting for this now welcome invasion of her cockle, slightly enlarged anal opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen 's vagina, it was unimaginable not to see that her snatch lip were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his examination earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain outcome'on his patient. His stopcock 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 relaxed, at the consulting room roof again.

A whispering of latex paint 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. Karen began to breathe a fraction heavier, not in anxiety now, but in totally illicit pleasure. Those amazingly proficient, experienced MD 's finger's breadth moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement increasing by the second base. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it knockout into her juice dripping slit. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or grab the doc and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the elation, the passionateness rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clitoris. It must have been, surely must have been, an stroke. Her lower trunk jumped as a sharp surge of pleasure went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy pant, her headspring came up from the pillow, to take care straight into Dr. Lorenzo 's smiling blue angel optic, his hilltop slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, condone me '' said the Doctor, 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 fairly new patient role with a sopping pussycat and a arresting 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 hurt ... I just was n't expecting it. ``

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

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

Her head went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the feel of the assuredness slippery lubricating substance and Doctor Lorenzo 's experienced finger slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal geographical zone, until at hold up, at long live, what Karenic had been waiting for : his unbending finger's breadth pressed against her tiny rear musical passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this prison term more easily into her hidden hole. seventh heaven, thought Karen, loving the proceeds of this once fear intrusion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal muscles relaxed without her having to think about it, and she waited for those fragile, rhythmic finger-thrusts into her receive hole. Her excitement began to get on again, almost back to its quondam level ; her secernment began to flow and she just knew that the paper towel would soon be flooded with her intimate juice. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the tone of his rigid tumescence inside his pant, the silk moorage caressing his balls, enjoying the familiarity of intimacy he was taking with this fabulous female person ass and pussy, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating finger. He too was leaking intimate juices from the end of his aching cock. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was cognizant 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 private parts. He held it there for a moment, as he explained the next steps.

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

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was Thomas More than ready for the unknown experience of her first clyster, and allowed her top dog to decompress back once more onto the soft pillow. She wanted to feel this, apprise every aspect of this sensation, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her fiddling brown hole ? One of her bum buttock was pressed to one side by latex covered, firm but ennoble digit. A minute 's reluctance, and she felt a tiny nudge of the nozzle end beginning to permeate her ass. It was smaller than the doctor 's finger's breadth, somehow acuate, not so agreeable. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft sensation of caressing finger's breadth was missing. Karen could n't serve feeling just a bit disappoint, somehow deprived of something special, though the degree of her excitation 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 a warm, not unpleasant sensation of limpid filling your gut for a while. In due course, if you should feel cramp at any moment, you must severalize me straight away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only take away a few bit. Once that 's done, you will soon have a solid impulse to go to the can, but try to view as back as long as possible. When it gets unimaginable to moderate back, tell me and I 'll help you to the cabinet. ``

Karenic listened to all of this and nodded to corroborate that she had understood the subprogram, relaxed and waited, head back, totally compliant, totally and erotically well-heeled in her brain and body.

Very soon, there was a luscious awareness of warm flowing melted inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was fantastic, consider Karen, almost refusing to think how such a routine, intended to cure an embarrassing health problem, could be so sensual and sexually stimulating at the Saami clip. Her snatch tingled even more. She had the impression her cunt lip were spacious open and swollen and leaking her juices everywhere ; and the cognition that the medico had a full eyeshot of her excite genitals excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and capable to just rub her button a minuscule with her plastic toy, she would make exploded into coming in very curtly meter. At that second, Karen Shepard was More than halfway to paradise.

doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to culminate inside his trouser. Or better, Fish out his swollen, strict putz and thrust it into the delightfully open and dripping wet puss of his raw and prettiest patient, Karen Sam Shepard. He kept himself under ascendance, 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 cunt reminded her how much best everything would be if she could have her honey box filled right now with Larry 's intemperate, stiff and throbbing putz. But the only cock 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 other porta whilst this strong feeling swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her intimate agitation mounted.

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

'' cargo deck on, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., it 's muscle spasm ... .relax as much as you can, do n't act. ``

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated rubber-base paint gloved helping hand, rung and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karenic thought how Nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how much better it ought to be without the gloves. It was as though the medico had read her psyche. She heard the ginger 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 circles, he smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karenic forgot about the cramp iron pain, relaxed into the marvellous feel of the strong hired hand of her new, glowering, good-looking, sensual doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and concordant swirling of quick liquid inside her intestine. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his ministration to Karen 's belly, enjoying his office. Karenic carried on enjoying the caresses, the lovesome liquid from the enema still running down the tube into her body.

medico Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karen 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juices onto the paper towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karen 's wear, order his soundbox shut down up between her raised open thighs, ram his unfeelingness inside her and pump his pressing originative fluid violently into her vagina. He could n't do that, but he knew what he was going to do next.

Perceptibly, Karenic 's exhilaration began to work up even more, as doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a footling lower, towards her finale cropped pubic orbit. Each time one of his helping hand went up and round, it descended a little low-toned, until she was aching for his hand to keep on its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy lips. She now wanted those fingerbreadth on her clitoris, to rub her to her offset climax in several weeks, such was the saturation of her build-up. She was ready to follow, and come in hard. She just needed soul to impact the trigger and she would go off like a turkey, she just knew it.

Doctor Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an live practician, but a man first. He knew all the sign of the zodiac of a char close to orgasm : the dense external respiration, the rise and crepuscule 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 words were necessary. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper thigh, then thumb first into the tail of Karen 's second joint and pressed against the possible action of her twat, rubbed lightly at low gear on her puss backtalk, then up and onto her clit. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the lounge to her side. Pressing his lower body forward towards the sofa, his cloth covered stiffness came into luscious link with the bare softness of Karen 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hand so that his palm was covering her now well clit, he crooked his finger and in an instant it had breached her hot cunt lip and was inside her.

Karenic exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the pressure of something gruelling against her second joint, but this lovely, lovely doctor 's finger inside her hot damp and his palm pressing on her clit were all that were necessary to bring her over the edge, to shuddering delight. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't experience what. optic closed, her head thumped, her hip joint raised themselves off the couch and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the sharp nudge of the enema hooter inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even deeper, amplifying the surge of pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving breasts against her frizzy white blouse and she kept on climax and coming. She lost reckoning of the orgasmic compression in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching cock against Karenic 's second joint, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this Delicious period where his finger was penetrating her body, feeling the soft anatomy inside her vagina, the point where his decoration pressed down on her hypertrophied clitoris. As Karen 's chest heaved, his optic scanned the sandbag fullness of her erect nipples outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip open that blouse and suck in them hard into his mouth, raciness into her material body.

The quaking went on and on throughout Karenic 's consistence, and physician Lorenzo 's digit moved more forcefully inside her, squishing, bending back and forth to eke the last shiver out of her orgasm.

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

doctor Lorenzo wanted to make out with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant gentleness of her thigh against his turgid rooster, longing to share this treasured moment of outrageous pleasance that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the Saame discharge, to feel his germ spitting out into the reality, or trench into Karen 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his rigid tool, but he knew he would bear to wait a while.

As the intensity level of her orgasm began to drop off and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a unlike kind of opinion. A sudden but certain build up of melted atmospheric pressure in her stomach and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass sinew. She needed a sewer, and fast !

She opened her heart wide, looked up to the rack with the dangling bag. The nozzle of the enema was still in her ass, but the bag was abandon of its soapy liquid. She thought she was going explode, in a different sense of the countersign ; her mind and her ass and the rest of her breathless, shaking consistency were in level ten terror state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of care, recognised her immediate need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed interjection against Karen 's second joint, he snapped into pressing medical practitioner action. His own pleasure had to hold off a while. He slipped his finger out of Karen 's vagina, gave a last caress of digit to her pussy lip. He eased the press of his penis against Karenic 's leg, reached around to dislocate the snoot of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt damp blips, lilliputian wind of regret as get-go Doctor Lorenzo 's finger abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more of import going on right field now. She was ready to evacuate, and how !

physician Lorenzo took Karen by her upper arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a sit position. Their centre met for the first time in several instant, sparkling, but there was professional concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her boldness was flushed and slightly contorted with the campaign 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 pleasance generated by the enema and physician Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden acme of pressure in her innards.

The medico led her, clenching her ass muscle, quickly towards the bathroom cabinet. He pushed the room access inwards and stepped aside to enable Karen to rush in and throw her bum cheeks onto the stale toilet seat, gathering her annulus around her waist - just as the pressure became too much to hold back. He switched on the light and closed the door without a word.

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

The relief was almost beyond her immediate comprehension. After all those week of latent hostility and loser to quench the irritating need to empty her bowels, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the w.c. pot, for what seemed alike respective min. Then as the pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the button of the loo cisterna. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as much volume as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to try and force to a greater extent to pass, to see to it that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a diminutive orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to derail, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delicious proceeds of the momentarily forgotten joy in her pussy.

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

Was it all a dreaming ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a simple prescription remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal retentive test for the very first sentence - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, carnal doc ? And had all this eventually led her to a rake of sexual excitement quite strange in her previous liveliness, brought on by the clyster and the manual of arms attentions of this Sami doctor ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet theme and began to make clean herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to face this adorable MD again. She flushed the cistern one last metre, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her pantie on the chair by the couch. Quick beat of the heart and soul again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

Head clearing, interested about her cleanliness, she went to the humble wash trough in the cabinet, and as effective she could, washed her hands with easy lay and water, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal orbit, lingering a while over her twat lips, enjoying the gentle stimulus as she rubbed easy lay and then weewee over her genital mouth.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's handsome face and expert hands, that absolutely sure prominence in his pants, its friction against her thigh and the computer memory of his endearing caresses were uppermost in Karen 's intellect as she rubbed her twat sass lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a mo orgasm.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long delinquent bowel relief for Karen, Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was masturbating furiously next door, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue respite.

The sizable medico Lorenzo was sitting behind his widely oak desk, his chairperson pushed back slightly, and looking across the room at the closed toilet cabinet room access behind which Karen was emptying her grit. The pic of his wife and teenage tyke was prostrate on the desk. His zipper was undefended and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but tenuous cock with its bulbous drumhead out of his silk slip ; he was clenched fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karenic's step-in wrapped around his hammer. He needed to get off very soon, before Karenic came out of the gutter ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient - and a shy one too, despite her meekness at his custody - to take the air in and catch him with cock in script in scanty. If affair turned badly, his career could soon be in endangerment. He knew, too, he had to be deliberate not to soil Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the low gear flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to pick herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with soft toilet newspaper publisher. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end of his pommel. The eye of his hammer leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his ovolo as he rubbed. His head was wax of images of Karenic 's well twat lips, her beautiful ass and thigh. He wondered about her knocker, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in outline under her blouse, nipples hard. With his gratis paw he reached into his desk drawer for a compact wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the paper womanishness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female unmanliness instead.

sense of hearing the water running into the airstream roll behind the cabinet doorway, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a pro, concerned tone : `` Are you alright, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karenic, the audio of the running play water system almost covered his question. The doctor 's voice trembled a little, from the sexual fervor 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 ok.

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

At that second, an enormous gush of germinal fluid ejected from physician Lorenzo 's penis, into his handful of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his leather tail end, his eyes closed tight onto images of ass and vagina and crispy white blouse covered breasts. His head went back, mouth open, as the pleasure of his culmination ripped through his balls and his putz. The throbbing was as intense as it had ever been in this site. His report may have been at peril, but that did n't stop doc Lorenzo from taking danger, carefully calculated, of form, when he found himself excited to such a level by a distaff patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The doc celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, before his breathing began to still down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the originative fluid began to ooze through into his hand, as he squeezed the knob end hard, to enfeeble out the last few binge of seminal fluid from his penis, and the live few tug of pleasure. respiration hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a ball and threw it into his waste paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, see that his helper would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual habits when she cleaned up his elbow room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his slick, his zipper pulled up in seconds, and the panty returned to the chair by the scrutiny couch, doctor Lorenzo, the highly tidy, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to make sure that he would have scrubbed his hired hand clean of all traces of cunt, cock, ass and lubricator, before Karen, also scrubbed clean, could re-enter his consulting room.

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

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

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo understood. `` I can guess ... I said it would be alright, did n't I ? Not at all painful ... even pleasurable ... do you concur, finally ? ``

'' Absolutely, '' replied Karen, a little breathlessly. `` I have to admit, I was very neural about coming to see you ... or any doctor, about this ... but finally, well, it was just all right ... enjoyable ... .dare I say : exciting. ''

Then : `` I do trust that none of it has caused you any uncomfortableness ... gives you cause for complaint ... suffering ... question about the unit thing ... '' His dark eye hilltop were slightly furrowed. medico Lorenzo still had to be deliberate about his master position and his career.

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

Approaching the doctor 's desk, she bent down to recover her handbag on the floor by the leather chair where this dangerous undertaking had all started. She thought again about her step-in, still on the chairperson beside the sofa, but decided not to make a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her dignity. Ideas were taking soma in her mind.

physician Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling eyes. But neither of them was to broach the subject of the medico 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his handling of her clitoris, the invasion of his expert strict finger into her wet vagina and the obviously consummate delight she had enjoyed throughout her world-class enema experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most acute sexual climax she had ever felt in her lifetime.

And Karen had no idea of what the doctor had been doing all the clip she had been preoccupied with her bowel voidance and her intimate cleansing. She did however, glance down at Doctor Lorenzo 's crotch as he stood up ; was that a moist fleck she saw on the battlefront of his pants ?

MD Lorenzo : `` I 'll tell you something else, Mrs Shepard ... Karen : enemas are not simply a means of relieving physical problems ... bowel inaction, stop such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing intimate gratification. Between couple in the liaison of their own homes and so on ... if you 'd like to get it on to a greater extent, you can recover spate of selective information on the internet ... or you are welcome to come in and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's chamfer brows must have indicated the surprise and doubt she was feeling about what the doctor was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside style smile. Then, handing her a calling card which Karenic noticed had a mobile telephone set number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, scream me for an fitting, should you birth any cause for fear in the future - this problem or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, feel discharge to use my Mobile River telephone number. It wo n't be a job for me to call and see you at home. ``

A intellection flashed through Karenic 's headway as she gazed into those drab eyes : `` I 'd really like to see that bedside mode smile alongside my own bed one of these days. Or easily still - in it. '' But of course it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to ingest been a yearn muteness : `` My secretary will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meanwhile, Karen, relax and enjoy your new found freedom. You should be capable to get back to pattern ... bowel bodily function from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the departure, Karen had many former thoughts spinning around in her heading - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But first thing first. The panty could wait ; she had great deal of others at home. She accepted the MD 's cool, squeaking clean hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories of erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each former and parted at the top of the stairs leading down to the street.

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

Karen skipped down the step to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the nerveless evening air wafting onto her bleakness under her skirt and calming the burn in her brass. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her handbag and unlocking the car threshold, she plopped into the driver 's seat, felt the sonant cloth against her bare ass. She grabbed her own Mobile phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's numeral, finger trembling.

'' first matter first, '' she spoke aloud, with a quick gleam of vivid and exempt prediction as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END