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Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal trouble. It was a by way of an intimate and unenviable affair, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the to the lowest degree enthusiastic about going to see a doctor and discussing her predicament, especially as she had only just taken up residence in a new home in the country, and did n't know any of the doc in the nearby Ithiel Town at all.

binding home, in her late aliveness, she had grown up in a townspeople where the doctor was a lifelong protagonist of the family. MD Stroud, whom Karenic always called 'uncle'had practised his professing in the same one-fourth since Karen was a just small girlfriend, and everybody knew him and had trust in him. Even as a teenager, when strong-arm subject can be a problem, she never had any inhibitions about going to the surgery, and felt she could talk to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing consistency, her periods, her budding breast, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the acquaintance of consulting your doctor from a very too soon age. And for Karenic it was sometimes promiscuous to open up and discuss her most intimate mystery with a doctor she 'd known all her life sentence, than to sing to her parents.

But now, here, in this country townsfolk, where she knew almost nobody yet, the approximation of going to see a unusual doctor for the low metre struck concern into her ; each sentence she thought about having to do it, quiver started in her tit, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't live with her little problem forever. But she kept putting off the future vital but important footfall, still hoping vainly that the outcome would dissolve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the daylight and weeks passed, and Karen did n't find the courage to outperform her timidity and call a doctor for an appointment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiousness attacks sometimes, and this predicament was not helping her in her day-by-day life. At all.

Karenic Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. reflected on all this at home alone one Spring morning, clutching her mug of tea in her two hired man and gazing out of her kitchen window across the vast orchard bordering her new domicile. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in peril of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex liveliness, having this wretched complication every day. She had a undecomposed and caring lover, but she had n't dared tell Larry anything about her business organisation. Her natural shyness and underlying inhibition, prevented her from finding the bravery to excuse to him, simply, why in recent times she had been so reluctant to commit herself to full making love, like before.

Larry lived a few 60 minutes'parkway away, but she had started to manufacture cause to avoid him staying overnight at her habitation. She nevertheless felt such a unassailable heart for him and loved the sex, the niggardness and the warm comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty tone about this situation.

They had met during a two-day work conference, which Larry attended as aged representative of one of the provider party her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how to care with it ; ultimately he found her sullen looks and shapely figure captivating. For her percentage, Karenic, enjoyed Larry 's relaxed personality and good look. He got her feeling relaxed in his party within a very short sentence.

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 retentive time, thanks to Larry 's leisurely 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 elbow room this time. She had not drunk much at all, and insisted on driving herself family, alone ; Larry had to be content that nighttime with a legal brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient for another two workweek, before Karenic allowed affair go in a intimate direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Sat eve, when Larry had dined Karen again in the same restaurant, and she had invited him into her home for the very first prison term. She had prepared herself in advance ; the house and especially her bedroom were neat and spick, fresh sheets 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 lavish sofa on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink in a little Sir Thomas More wine-colored than was her habit, and she felt well and truly ready now to pull herself to sexual carnal knowledge with Larry, after two workweek of getting to experience him.

Kissing seemed slack up, tender and natural, becoming more fervent as the moments 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 unclothe, Karenic 's breasts bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karenic 's timid finger. By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, helping hand in hired man to the inside and to her erotically lit sleeping accommodation, they were both more than ready for what was to follow ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, oral cavity locked intemperately, tongues thrashing together, bridge player exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

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

It was the starting time meter that anyone had been able to steer Karen in the charge of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that dark 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 make there really was anxiety-free animation after five years of sterile, wasted marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the remainder of his own clothes and thrown them carelessly on the sleeping room level, nervously fished out of his pant sac a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their coupling was fast and ferocious that world-class time. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the piece of paper covered bed. His backtalk was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing his naked soundbox down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her nipples briefly, then retort to nybble her hot lip, seek her willing tongue again. Feeling for the first time the joy of flesh against build, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knee joint, slipped his stiff, bursting, synthetic rubber covered hardness far into Karen 's dampish profundity and ejaculated quickly with a oink of pleasance. Such was his overwhelming excitation at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new better half 's subdued and welcoming consistency.

Karenic, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not climax, but was not totally disappointed ; after all, she was used to intercourse without climax. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her second joint pressed tight against Larry 's waistline. She savoured the intensity of this intemperately, curved, pulsating organ inside her pussy as it spurted its semen into the condom, relished that she had been able-bodied to give pleasure to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the weightiness of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting heavily into her mouth.

As his penis shrunk away and slipped out of Karen 's slit, the seminal fluid filled condom barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty interjection, though Karen said nix on the matter, just holding him close affectionately, without speech production, savouring this second of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to dispose of the safety, duly knotted, and after a suitable moment of repose, kissing and mutual cuddling under the mainsheet, he found his hard-on returning quickly enough. At the right moment, he was able to reach for another condom without any more uncertainness, and this second meter, to luxuriate in the gentle moistness of Karenic 's hot inner sanctum. Her legs hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to sop up Larry 's member into her womb. He slowed his rate this time, allowing Karen to feel the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic thrusts to osculate her generous breasts, suck her hard nipples for foresightful consequence, then her mouth, as he resumed his journeying towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's industrious pace, acquisition and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very world-class penetrative climax. endorsement after she came, Larry spurted a second load of germinal fluid into his condom, inside Karen 's voiced, warm, welcoming dampness. She was taken by surprisal by the f number with which the climax came over her, trembled and shook as the jolt of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the sensation of pleasure inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's unfeelingness became fogginess and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry a good deal tighter to her breast, loving the spirit and feel of his arduous, slenderize consistency, as they both breathed hard, impudence 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 blue heat and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'arms, and found each early again and again during the dark. They were more than a picayune reluctant to persona on Sun evening, after an intensely fold nighttime and long day, during which they only left Karenic 's bed to use the bathroom or to eat, and only when hunger took over briefly.

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally good during those week after they became lovers, and they began to spend most weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in hand in the country, they filled every waking hour with abandon, discovering each others'trunk ; in Karenic 's case, a ascertain wildness to the extent that she able to loosen into the relationship. She discovered that it was possible to achieve very intense penetrative sexual climax without having to extend to for a plastic member, a vibrating vacuum tube, and to share them with a caring partner for the first time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a self-centered man and a selfish buff, her merely stark loss had been through furtive and lonesome masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to achieve heights of passion she had never felt before in her last, her one and only previous intimate relationship. Although he knew that she was using the contraceptive pill, he was more than than aware as well that risk of disease still made Karen anxious. He was measured and considerate to use superfluous protective covering in the early solar day of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow tegument against pelt in the most confidant orifice of her body, and receive his originative 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 relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old bout of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's innate inhibition in matters of sex showed betimes on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from quick to hurry into the more taboo country of grownup lovemaking. He was always affected role, and Karen certainly appreciated his calibre of gentleness and reason. For a retentive time, though, their lovemaking was heterosexual person forward, in the wickedness or semi-dark and under the sheets ; always intense and ultimately substantial, but Larry 's longer term, high-pitched desires were thwarted by Karen 's hesitancy to try out. He would have liked to move forward in their intimacies, to taste sensation and ploughshare the more prohibited zones of the kingdom of the material body, enjoy oral sex. But he had to measure out his pace ; any pressure sensation on such a reticent and potentially anxious cleaning woman as Karen could be disastrous to their human relationship at this too soon degree. Larry was already in lovemaking, and would do nothing to scare Karen away at such a critical stagecoach of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a romantic dinner and lend her nightlong bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a tea cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could encounter no seeming logic in her sudden withdrawal, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done null amiss. Karen did n't give star sign that she wanted to make for 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 disappoint Karen too.

She felt a strong desire, sure. She would find it easy to lead off to lubricate, just watching a romantic film at home alone or reading a Robert Mills & Daniel Boone. Or after a previous night midweek speech sound conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive words to excite her. As he whispered his longing, his adoration for her and discover how he loved to bind and kiss her breasts, pick her swollen nipples, stroke her back and especially her buttocks, she would experience her cheek blossom with selfish delight, the oestrus rise in her pubes and her pussy Menachem Begin to tingle.

For a few minutes on the telephone, she forgot everything but the softness and the thrill of Larry 's voice and his notional caresses on her physical structure, the mental trope of his hard, curved penis and his slim, firm body.

Sitting beside the speech sound table on her low throne, ramification akimbo, she would raise her long cotton night frock over her waist and button aside her pantie. She would allow the digit of her free hand to stroke over the brim of her shave puss very lightly, not probing, just a overture to more grave tending later. For those few minutes she longed to suffer Larry 's rigid cock inside her soundbox, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her uterus in that extra way that now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the powerful jerks of his hammer and the jet of his cum, to sleep with that he was squirting and draining his liquidness 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 bring herself off, to make up for what she had been missing with Larry through the working days, to liberate some of this pent up passion - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him subscribe to over her torso as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible step-down of those initial urges ; the prickling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night apparel high up over her breasts, step-in off, peg wide, head back on her pillow. eyes closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, emergency her expatiate mamilla, feeling the itch begin to mount, then taking out her thick, compromising pink plastic vibrator from its personal draftsman, would begin to run it around her medium pussy back talk. She would twit her clit and vaginal first step for a while, anticipating the entree of this credit card dick. And then, the urge to orgasm would begin to fall back almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On Thomas More than one social occasion like this, feeling almost desperate to try that she still had the capacity to land herself to a climactic peak despite this nagging thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an hour. She added more lubricating jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic pipe organ over her most sensible pubic area, even thrusting the dildo in abstruse and hard and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and rapidity of her actions. She pinched her tit harder ; she sought to a greater extent fantasies in her principal, cried out Larry 's public figure. But it did n't workplace ; the more she insisted, the spoiled it became. She had no flood tide at the end, and her poor maltreat pussy was finally sore from the excessive friction. She would throw her dildo onto the floor 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 Doctor, and the Oklahoman the serious. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and night. She had severe belly painful sensation intermittently, her sex life was in suspension, she risked losing a man who had become dear to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter ternion - Karen and Sandie :

Karen had been in this small townspeople in the area just a few months, and had made only one friend during this time apart from Larry. A younger fille she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, reliable friend to Karen ; she helped Karen rule her way around her new job during the settling in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each early 's company. They began to pass sentence together outdoor bureau 60 minutes, having a crapulence, or just relaxing at home to watch television, to mind to music and to jaw. They talked a lot, shared their Leslie Townes Hope and dream, invented crazy, out of the question secret plan to land about the downfall of unpleasant colleagues, discussed affairs of the heart to the degree that Karen felt capable. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much More give in many ways than her new friend, so Karen listened rather to a greater extent than talked, but that suited her just mulct, in view of her timidity.

Sandie was bingle, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the connubial purpose of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a richly sex ride, and to a greater extent than one boyfriend and quiescency partner. Karen did n't judge her ethics at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her private life-time and working calling, and how she floated openly between devotee without feeling the obligation to prefer one or the other as a permanent fixture in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the health hazard that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these deviation in their confidence levels and sexual posture, and their fundamental position towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karenic admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karenic up if she felt a little maudlin. She once tried to encourage Karenic to take a second buff, but for Karen one man was quite sufficiency. more than than enough, in the light of her electric current condition.

One even, Karen finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her motivation was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to induce the properly alternative. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant indigence mightily then. Without hesitation, Sandie directed her to a certain doctor Lorenzo. With a impish smile, she said : `` He 's the intimately, and what 's more, the best looking medico for international mile around. ``

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

The next cockcrow, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising more than ever the grandness of her penury, Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialled Doctor Lorenzo 's number. After explaining briefly, without detail, to the secretary that her problem was fairly urgent, the good-hearted woman immediately gave her a late designation, for that Same evening, after working hours.

Chapter quatern - Karen and Doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was tardily arriving at the surgery of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional state ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the savoir-faire was in township, but finished by walking around several blocking before stumbling into the big lifelike oak room access of the right building. At the entranceway was a polished brass section plaque : Doctor Marcel Lorenzo MD, General Practitioner.

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

'' Ah, Mrs Sam Shepard I presume. MD Lorenzo has just received another patient in view of your absence seizure, so I 'll have to ask you to wait over there. He should n't be too long. I must entrust now that you 've arrived, but I 'll secern the doctor that you 're here waiting. ''

Still breathing hard, Karenic thanked her and settled uneasily onto a straight, severely

wooden chair on the face-to-face side of the room, smoothed down her dame and fiddled nervously with her hair and the release of her blouse, to neaten herself up. After a brief interphone call option to the doctor to announce Karen 's arriver, the secretary bid her good eventide and left.

As the minutes slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried more and more about the coming audience ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would accept difficulty finding the right actor's line to explicate and then discuss the detail of her predicament to this unknown Dr.. Not many words were necessary in realty, but she knew she would probably crimson and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', doctor Stroud. But now it was almost too late to plough and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense five more minutes, there was a sudden click as the door leading to medico Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a minor burst of fear in Karen 's breast ; out stepped a Danton True Young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her counseling, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to come right in. Taking a deep breather, she stood up, and knees shaking, breast thumping, she entered the inner holy of the consulting room and finally came facial expression to face with Doctor of the Church Lorenzo.

windup the room access, she crossed the orotund room, to where doc Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing the pamphlet to one side, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a doctor 's bedside manner smile and stood, to tender his outstretched deal.

His presence was immediately impressive, call back Karen. Unlike her old confidant, physician Stroud, he was not wearing a T. H. White wide-cut length research lab coating, but a pale blue, unawares sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. blue air to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karenic, and blacken to match his pilus on his head and on his forearms and the backrest of his custody. The Italian pedigree 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 center forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a small leaping of another sort in her knocker, and the petite womanly pleasure from seeing this iniquity haired man with very T. H. White teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of Doctor Lorenzo, she felt his poise power play and another pleasant tiny addition in her wink. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other slope of his wide dark oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to adapt a phone, a mish-mash of file cabinet and a portable computer, which was out-of-doors on the face. Karen also noticed a photograph skeletal system, but it was turned away from her. Probably a family photo, she thought.

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

Waiting for the doctor to talk, she glanced around, noticing an examination lounge on one side of the way, and a small washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a toilet storage locker behind her, to one English of the entrance door. Light came in brightly from a high frost chalk window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

From physician Lorenzo 's point of view, he was equally impressed by Karen 's launching into his buck private elbow room, though after all his twelvemonth of practising medication, outwardly he did n't usually show it.

He was quite used to having all variety show of fair sex before him, clothed and unclothed, but that had n't so far stopped him reacting to each new pretty one in the old fashion way. He found Karen very attractive indeed ; even though he had barely glanced at the frame of her body underneath her ruckle Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse and brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with lofty white meat which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her button movement. And her cheek was pretty too, framed by short, tasteful, dark hair. An append fillip. He allowed himself, therefore, the folly of a fragile vellication of his member and blood to run into his frown veins, looking forward to the first social function he would be able to see his new patient 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought sharply, to bet down and open another blue file on the desk in front of him. He found very slight information inside, just Karen 's name, address and telephone bit, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by booster, Sandra McPherson ... ''

Seeing these few, but meaningful words, in an trice, Dr. Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his member twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a patch, and maybe he should call her, to remind her that she ought to hail for her habitue 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too busy, maybe he would call by her menage sometime, by system, of course. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to afford the appearance of being still, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly wobbly part, her recent arrival in the district, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two polite head about her past tense life-time and her study. He was glad, he said, to make her on his leaning of patients. He explained too that he would have to get point of her medical exam history, and therefore needed to obtain her data file from her former Doctor of the Church. Karenic, still breathing unevenly, tried to answer the doubt in as slow down manner as possible, but dreaded cryptic inside the moment when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the point in time where it would be necessary to cognize why she had really come to see him.

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

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

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

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

nil sensible was coming out, and Karen 's panic could only get more acute, if she did n't find a way to blunder out her care. She tried hard to concentrate ; she had had plenty of time - all day to be after what to say, but her logical system had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

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

'' Ah ! '' responded Doctor of the Church Lorenzo. `` I see, a question 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 lifespan, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the outset clip and soaked her knickerbockers, her dress and her school tush with unexpected and terrifying stripling menstrual leakings.

doctor Lorenzo 's next few Holy Writ were carefully measured to try and make Karen begin to feel more at simplicity and reassure her that he was there to assist her with medical matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a very coarse complaint, and there really was no need to find embarrassed about it. He was for sure he could resolve her condition. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the joy of examining Karen naked or partly disinvest, and the options of treatment, which he would also enjoy. His member twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside physician Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking recondite breaths, Karen began to conciliate a little better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't take to speak for a little piece, as the smiling, favorable MD went on to explain, in a fairly matter-of-fact doctor 's way, how irregularity could arise for various rationality. He asked about her daily and hebdomadary diet, whether she ate a lot of veg and cereal grass, drank a lot of water, took exercising. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a alteration of water could be one of the causes of constipation. And of course of study, anxiety itself would n't help. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some detail what she had been habitually deplete and drunkenness.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory visit to the toilet in the utmost month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered terrible tum aches for several days.

Then, motion came up about Karenic 's sexual body process, and Doctor Lorenzo explained how stultification could sometimes affect the power to slack during sexual congress. Of trend, Karen knew all about this from first manus, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her human relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficultness'in that field.

The doctor seemed perfectly to translate Karen 's hesitancy to say more, measuring the excited personality of his new and interesting patient with his many geezerhood of medical exam experience. Now, recognising her reserve, it occurred to him that the pleasure of helping this jolly new affected role could be even greater than he had a foremost sentiment it might. Karen might even be the unadulterated affected role for his style of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual exponent now flowing strongly through the veins in his penis.

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

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

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

'' First, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., I want you to try and loosen up. We will find the upright root
for you, do n't worry. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the redress matter in coming to see me. '' From his own point of view especially, he thought.

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

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and sexual 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 discomfort, and as a doctor, I am well placed to suggest one of respective solutions available. ''

He seemed to reflect for a moment or two, then : `` first, I should behave out a elementary examination. Of your anus, Mrs Alan Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is lactate and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to take another distaff present. ``

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

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed state, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new lover Larry had been anywhere near the adumbrate places of her organic structure since she had separated from her husband and no-one had ever touched her there, inside her anus. Not even her well-loved medico Stroud. Even when she was cleaning herself intimately, in the bathroom, she had never stuck her fingerbreadth into that topographic point. She did n't bang if she could possibly give up this doctor she did n't bed yet to channel the sort of intimate interrogatory she began to imagine.

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently receive and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and private nether regions, and the whole estimate simply horror-stricken Karen, almost frightened her to Death - no matter how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the unforesightful possible time available, Karen decided that his apparent forgivingness and his promise to be gentle were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his proposal of marriage, she would be back at straightforward one ; she would go on suffering a spell longer, and would eventually receive to return. Or worse : she would hold to go see another MD, who might not be as sort and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karenic 's hesitation, almost inertia, gave the greens light to Doctor Lorenzo, and he stood up and invited Karenic to go over to a shank high, firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting elbow room, and to lie down on it, on a full duration report towel. But before lying down, he invited her to have off her underclothing, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his rachis, and Karen, having no choice, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her onionskin panty, folded it and placed it on a death chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the couch. Carefully re-arranging her bird to handle as best she could her upper berth legs and thigh, she lay back, placed her head onto a sonant pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustle of the paper indicated to Doctor Lorenzo that she was lying down and prosperous, he turned back towards Karenic and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a yoke of very fine, colourless latex glove.

Stretched out like that, staring at the paries, Karenic felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless set up to give herself up at finally to whatever the physician decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this interrogation over, pull on her panty and run away from him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving health check prescription. Then Doctor Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this examen 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 annulus of Karen's.

There was a bit 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just repeal up your annulus, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her depart side, and feeling aplomb, pleasant air on her buns, second joint and stage, she heard him say : `` delight stoop up your right leg up to your bureau, keeping your left leg heterosexual. Relax, this will only ask a few second ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor Lorenzo 's center fell upon the pale fuzziness of Karen 's nude buttocks and thigh for the first time. He was certainly impressed. His penis was fully hard in an instant. His eyes opened wider in cloak-and-dagger pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' first gear, I 'll just rub a little desexualise lubricant between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to alleviate the insight of my finger. Is this the first time you 've had such an interrogatory ? ``

Hearing a sound of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as blue as possible ... .I do n't call back you 'll find it too uncomfortable ... .. just a small ... ..strange the first time, but not painful. Some masses even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced Doctor of the Church knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his penis was now very hard indeed, and was pushing at the front of his gasp. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the common constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the excitement so far, the friction of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the next few transactions to get. It was an scrutiny he had done a thousand times, and he had never failed to savour this totally adumbrate exploration and digital invasion of the female person body. In short, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karenic, however, was now in upheaval. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to extend to her finespun little anus, and in recent years she had felt such an on-going rawness, a sharp soreness there, due to her efforts to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going to permeate her delicate little bud with his finger ! Her breathing was getting more and more rapid as she waited, bum and thigh exposed to the smart air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's more, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

She did n't screw the outcome that this spate had already on the Doctor 's genitals.

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the promiscuous of a tactual sensation of latex covered palm and finger on one of her bum cheeks, a liquidity crisis, pulling it to one English. Then, almost immediately a aplomb, slippery substance being spread by a finger, then several fingers, onto the arena around the tiny hole of her anus.

It was so blue, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karen. Her earlier holy terror receded momentarily. It was variety of like a light fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This cookery went on for a few long moments, and then she heard doc Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very jolly hind end ''.

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 get laid, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such things to a patient he did n't know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to imagine he was saying it to deflect her from the affair of the exam she was undergoing for the very showtime meter, as part of his aesculapian technique, to lighten the spot somewhat. She blushed, said goose egg, and waited.

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

At the very same twinkling, she felt the pressure sensation of something, a finger, she knew it was for certain, against her tiny anal opening. She felt herself tense up. The promiscuous pressure stayed there whilst Doctor Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Shepard. When you feel it press harder, try to relax your anal sinew, I shall be about to penetrate your pretty picayune anus ; if you feel any bother or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll hesitate to allow you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... doctor '' replied Karenic, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, and now inevitable, inescapable penetration of her most occult orifice.

The pressure sensation of Dr. Lorenzo 's latex paint covered finger increased, felt sharp against Karenic 's piddling puckered hole, then she felt a sharper, uncomfortable sensory faculty as the finger, this foreign aim, met the initial impedance of her anal closed chain. She wanted to stop it, push away the invader. A second 's falter, Sir Thomas More pressure, then his finger slid in, just a centimetre, no more. Karenic gasped out loud.

'' Alright Mrs Shepard ? '' said physician Lorenzo ? `` Does that spite ? ``

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karen shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very unusual feeling, to cause a man 's finger, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very offset fourth dimension. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger's breadth just inside her bum mess for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign occupation of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide deeper, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimeter at a time. Soon, Karen had the depression that her whole anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her breathing spell. She could n't adjudicate yet whether it was really unspeakable or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a strong impulse to winnow out this strong object by contracting her anal retentive muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karenic and gazing at her lovely buttocks, his finger's breadth planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great metre. His dick was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his pants. He wanted to wrick it out of his clothing and do something with it. But that would not be not right ; he was a doctor and was required to behave to a sealed code of morality, after all. So for the moment, with his barren deal he just re-arranged his pecker inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expand and thrill inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader Begin to recede. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This sentence, Karenic tried not to resist, tried to decompress and take into account the opposition to force its way into her. This time, Doctor Lorenzo 's finger's breadth slid in easier, and a little further. He smiled delightedly in his own private domain of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his side. She knew nothing of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karenic waited, tried to relax, not an easily affair to do at this instant. The digit pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to relax a tiny bit. The sensation now was not really painful inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as Dr. Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The forage finger moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the Doctor of the Church 's second knuckle, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a blockage. Karen 's external respiration changed, from a previously anxious rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited reaction in her chest. And in her humbled body too.

She allowed herself to suppose, somehow, that this was no longer a truly medical examination, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The guileful penetration of Dr. Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a fixture and unyielding cadence, and as the bit passed, she no longer had that urge to repel the invader. Her anal brawn relaxed almost fully, and she began to receive each gentle, loving thrust of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally empathize how a woman could tolerate a man 's member inside her most secret hole, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now Sir Thomas More and more aware that there was a tingling in her vagina, the commencement of real sexual exhilaration. Her kitty mat up very quick and moist, and she began to interest about the possibleness of her love succus starting to run visibly out of her pussy sass, if this continued much longer. She could n't stop her mouth possible action and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not escape Doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he lose the distinct trembling in Karenic 's downhearted consistency as he thrust his fingerbreadth back and forth into her jolly picayune ass. As ever, he was enjoying his employment as a aesculapian practitioner. His cock strained at his clothing, rock tough and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early want release for press release, wanted to feel the cool air on his cock, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo 's interpreter reached Karen 's spike, despite her partial genial absence from the reality of the consulting elbow room : `` Are you alright there, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ? '' Am I hurting you ? Nearly finished ... I think I 've almost assessed the nature of the stop in your dulcet picayune bum. ``

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

And then the medico 's finger receded for the stopping point time ; there was a small wet popping noise as it left the sanctity of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a sense datum of loss. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, keep your finger's breadth in me ! ``

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

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

'' There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. Your jolly short bum is all clear and shiny again. If my trivial examination has brought on a indigence to go to the toilette, feel innocent to use the water closet over there. And when you 're prepare we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her pantie and looking over at Dr. Lorenzo 's broad spinal column and shoulders as he turned away, Karenic was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiousness was returning, as she reflected on the almost ignominious way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this entirely experience to the extent that her pussycat was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her raw inclinations and initial fears.

The actual incursion of her consistency had proved to be much less of an trial by ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasure of a form she could not suffer imagined before. Her intellection accelerated, turned to her devotee ; she imagined that if Larry had been there rightfulness for her at that New York minute, she would ingest dragged him close to her, ripped open his trousers, grabbed and caressed his intimate hardness, hastening to find his hard cock inside her, social movement or back, she would n't care. She would have got done everything with him, raced to a reciprocal orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather electric chair, and doc Lorenzo 's representative once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to divvy up with this ... stop of yours, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. In view of the prison term that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick solution is advisable. There are what we might promise 'small clyster'available at the chemist's shop. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at home, in totality privateness ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many cases of deadening, to instigate an evacuation of the bowel. ''

Karen nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her panty had become damp between her thighs, her slit was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing pace was still high school, but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in order to have rapid backup from your ... stop this evening, you must pose your personal confidence in me to carry out a full moon clyster. Of form, we wo n't have the aid or presence of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly neat forward procedure, so we 'll grapple well enough. And of course, I can check you that the hale thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full enema ! A wide-cut clyster ! Karenic 's optic opened wide, and the MD realised her reaction of veneration immediately, saw her flush, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Shepard. It will only require a short prison term, and you will be capable to go home this even entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a unhurt lot better than you did before you arrived here in the beginning. ``

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was proud of his power to remain calm and 'professional'in front of this timid woman with the pretty face and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself to a greater extent than he had for a retentive time ; since Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson 's last sojourn in fact.

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

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

The words 'start where we left off'made Karen 's eye thump again, but not completely out of fear this clip. The late five minute of arc had been so effective that she thought about the enema with anticipated pleasure, even though she did n't really know what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, turning his back momentarily. `` Take off your pantie again and lie down as before, please. '' His statement was now unwaveringly. He was in to a greater extent of a hurry to get to the next stage of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the same chair, and lay down on the leather couch on her go away face, as before, bending up her right leg towards her breast. She heard the slap of latex gloves being donned, and then for what seemed a few bit, some rustling noises around the consulting room.

There was the running of water, as though the MD was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the cognitive process of trying to relax again whilst all this was taking lieu, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting way rampart behind the couch. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the bottom end of the lounge, wheeling a tall 'T'shaped metal stand, with a large, liquid state filled shaping bag hanging on it. A plastic electron tube about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a little stop tap at the top and a pocket-sized nozzle at the keister end.

'' This is all we need to administer your enema, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The resolution in the bag is simply warm piss and soap, by the way, for your consolation. The most in effect answer for enemas is normally burnt umber and warm urine, but for now, soap and water will feature 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 book binding 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 naked bum. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to slide underneath, thus raising her pussy and her anal opening a few centimeter clear of the lounge. She looked up to see doc Lorenzo grinning, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon your gross rear end 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 zippo ; she waited for further instructions, heart beating delightfully fast.

'' good, now erect up your knees towards your chest please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the ceiling, Karen raised her human knee up towards her bureau, her skirt falling back over her waist. She pressed her knees together shyly, very cognisant that even so, the doc would be treated to an nonsensitive panorama down below of her neatly trimmed pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the sides of the couch.

touch newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her feet monotonic on the newspaper towel covered couch and allowed her head to slack back onto the pillow. But her ventilation would not slack down, her breast would not end thumping ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this clyster experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fear she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half black sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensations she had earlier enjoy inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot snatch had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the metre that doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his preparations, and in any other individual and convenient luck she would already be forcefully rubbing her button towards climax, with or without dildo. It would have to wait, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to attend to her growing pauperism. And perhaps this sentence, she would get that long delinquent fulfilment, if the doctor succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

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

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to worry about the ethic of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed penetration of her anus limit to number. His weighted personal remark served only to encourage this blatant sensation of intimate titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to face at doctor Lorenzo in a more unfold way. She began to envisage him as a intimate mate, wondered how he would be underneath his Black trouser. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and stand, she even dared glance down to his crotch. Was that a extrusion down there ?

She had felt his touch, but only through latex paint baseball mitt ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed Dr. 's hands on her ass and second joint, his professional touch becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to imagine how that cock would take care if he released it from his gasp, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The juices continued to flow down below and Karen felt very secure indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome invasion of her cockle, slightly enlarged anal opening.

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

A rustling of latex again, and there was that familiar spirit feeling of cool slippery lube being spread around the dent of her bare inner prat and anus by caressing fingers. Karen began to pass off a fraction heavier, not in anxiousness now, but in totally illicit pleasure. Those amazingly expert, experienced MD 's finger moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it laborious into her juice dripping kitty. Or snaffle Larry and assault him. Or seize the doctor and perpetrate him down onto her - anything. Such was the high spirits, the passion rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karenic felt something touch her clit. It must have been, surely must give been, an accident. Her lower torso jumped as a sharply surge of pleasance went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her head came up from the pillow, to attend straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue middle, his brow slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, let off me '' said the doctor, and stopped spreading the lube for a moment. `` Sorry if that hurt. ``

Doctor Lorenzo knew exactly what he had done. He knew precisely what this fairly new patient role with a sopping snatch and a arresting ass needed, and he knew what he needed too.

'' N ... no '' gasped Karenic. `` It 's alright ... it just took me by surprisal. It did n't bruise ... I just was n't expecting it. ``

'' I did n't suffer you ? Oh in force ... 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 mind went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the smell of the cool slippery lube and doc Lorenzo 's experience finger's breadth slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zona, until at last, at long last, what Karen had been waiting for : his rigid fingerbreadth pressed against her midget dorsum passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this time More easily into her secret hole. Bliss, thought Karen, loving the return of this once reverence invasion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal muscles relaxed without her having to believe about it, and she waited for those ticklish, rhythmic finger-thrusts into her welcoming hole. Her excitement began to mount again, almost back to its former level ; her secretion began to hang and she just knew that the composition towel would soon be flooded with her intimate juices. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

doc Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the feel of his rigid tumescence inside his gasp, the silk slipperiness caressing his Ball, enjoying the impropriety of intimacy he was taking with this mythological female ass and pussy, totally opened up to his regard 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 aware that the finger's breadth stopped moving, then slipped out with the Saami slipshod plop sound as before. She looked up again, to see medico Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema thermionic tube. Pulling it again towards and between her articulatio genus, then down in towards her crotch. He held it there for a moment, as he explained the next steps.

'' Your afters piffling ... pretty little ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ... I shall bring in the little nozzle on the end of the tube very gently, so as to have you the minimum of discomfort, then insert it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to run down into your anus. You will have got noted that the nozzle is somewhat lowly than my fingerbreadth, so it should n't be any regretful a sensation than before. Are you make ? ``

Karenic nodded ; oh yes, she was more than prepare for the unknown experience of her first enema, and allowed her head to relax back once more onto the diffuse pillow. She wanted to feel this, revalue every aspect of this virtuoso, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a fingerbreadth again touching her petty brown trap ? One of her bum brass was pressed to one slope by latex covered, firm but assuage fingerbreadth. A second 's hesitation, and she felt a tiny nudge of the beak end beginning to get across her ass. It was low than the Dr. 's finger, somehow keen, not so agreeable. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft star of caressing fingers was missing. Karen could n't help find just a bit defeated, somehow deprived of something special, though the level of her upheaval did n't diminish one iota.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall open this minuscule valve and allow the liquid to menstruate into your anus. You should have a warm, not unpleasant sensation of liquid filling your bowels for a while. In due course, if you should feel cramp at any second, you must assure me full-strength away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only shoot a few proceedings. Once that 's done, you will soon have a unattackable urge to go to the toilet, but try to hold back as long as potential. When it gets impossible to go for back, narrate me and I 'll help you to the cabinet. ``

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

Very soon, there was a delicious awareness of warm up flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Doctor of the Church Lorenzo had predicted. It was wonderful, thought Karen, almost refusing to believe how such a routine, intended to cure an embarrassing health problem, could be so sensual and sexually stimulating at the Lapplander sentence. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the impression her cunt brim were wide undefended and self-conceited and leaking her succus everywhere ; and the cognition that the Doctor of the Church had a full eyeshot of her stimulated genital organ excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and capable to just rub her clit a little with her charge card toy, she would have exploded into sexual climax in very short time. At that instant, Karen Shepard was more than halfway to paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to climax inside his bloomers. Or better, fish out his swollen, rigid putz and thrust it into the delightfully open and dripping wet puss of his young and prettiest patient, Karenic Shepard. He kept himself under control, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karenic did n't forget that Doctor Lorenzo was there ; he became the target of her desires now. This excitement in her cunt reminded her how much better everything would be if she could birth her erotic love box filled right now with Larry 's heavy, stiff and throbbing cock. But the only if cock anywhere near was that of the doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, bear upon it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to replete her early orifice whilst this warm intuitive feeling swirled around inside her anus and intestine. She focused on this, as her sexual turmoil mounted.

Then suddenly the muscle spasm came. She cried out in afflictive discomfort, and the Doctor of the Church knew straight away what was wrong.

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

With that, he lifted her annulus higher over her waistline, began to rub her belly very gently with his lube latex gloved hands, daily round and round of golf, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karenic thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how a great deal better it ought to be without the mitt. It was as though the doctor had read her mind. She heard the catch of latex paint, 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 material body, he caressed. Karenic forgot about the muscle spasm pain, relaxed into the miraculous flavor of the inviolable hands of her new, dark, openhanded, sensual doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of ardent liquidity inside her bowels. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his relief to Karen 's belly, enjoying his magnate. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the warm up liquidity from the clyster 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, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic succus onto the newspaper towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the ease of Karenic 's wearable, place his body close up between her raised give 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 fervor began to build even more, as Dr. Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a trivial low-toned, towards her close cropped pubic domain. Each time one of his script went up and round, it descended a little low-toned, until she was aching for his hand to carry on its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy lips. She now wanted those digit on her clitoris, to rub her to her showtime sexual climax in respective weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was ready to fare, and number hard. She just needed someone to tint the trigger and she would go off like a bomb calorimeter, she just knew it.

Doctor Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an experience practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signs of a woman close to orgasm : the gruelling respiration, the rise and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The apparent motion of Karen 's belly, lower organic structure and thighs. No Christian Bible were necessary. The ribbon of one deal slid down onto her amphetamine second joint, then thumb first into the apparition of Karenic 's thigh and pressed against the opening of her pussy, rubbed lightly at first on her pussy lips, then up and onto her clitoris. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her slope. Pressing his lower physical structure forward towards the couch, his cloth covered callosity came into delightful contact with the bare softness of Karen 's outer raised second joint. Twisting his hired man so that his palm was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his digit and in an heartbeat it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the pressing of something arduous against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely doctor 's finger inside her hot moistness and his laurel wreath pressing on her clit were all that were necessary to contribute her over the bound, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. heart closed, her headspring thumped, her hips raised themselves off the sofa and quaked ; as her hip joint dropped, she felt the shrewd jog of the enema nozzle inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even mystifying, amplifying the upsurge of pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving white meat against her frosty white blouse and she kept on upcoming and coming. She lost enumeration of the orgasmic muscle contraction in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was rapturous ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching cock against Karen 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his fingerbreadth and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this Delicious gunpoint where his digit was penetrating her consistence, feeling the piano flesh inside her vagina, the peak where his decoration pressed down on her magnify button. As Karen 's chest heaved, his eye scanned the stunning fullness of her erect mammilla outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip heart-to-heart that blouse and wet-nurse them hard into his backtalk, sharpness into her flesh.

The quaking went on and on throughout Karen 's body, and Doctor Lorenzo 's finger moved more forcefully inside her, squishing, bending back and Forth River to eke the finish chill out of her sexual climax.

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

Doctor Lorenzo wanted to do with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her second joint against his turgid hammer, longing to contribution this treasured present moment of outrageous pleasure that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same release, to experience his seed spitting out into the world, or deep into Karen 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his fixed tool, but he knew he would throw to await a while.

As the volume of her orgasm began to retire and her gaudy gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different sort of tactual sensation. A sudden but certain build up of liquidity pressure in her stomach and anus made her affright again. She clenched her ass muscular tissue. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her optic all-inclusive, looked up to the base with the dangling bag. The schnoz of the clyster was still in her ass, but the bag was vacate of its soapy liquid. She thought she was going explode, in a unlike sense of the word ; her intellect and her ass and the balance of her breathless, shaking body were in level ten panic state.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her contiguous need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's second joint, he snapped into urgent medical exam practitioner activity. His own pleasure had to expect a while. He slipped his digit out of Karenic 's vagina, gave a finale caress of finger's breadth to her pussycat lips. He eased the pressure sensation of his penis against Karen 's leg, reached around to dislocate the honker of the enema out of her anus. Karenic felt moist blips, tiny hints of ruefulness as first physician Lorenzo 's finger abandoned her, then as the snoot slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more of import going on right now. She was ready to empty, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper subdivision, firmly but gently pulling her into a sitting position. Their eyes met for the first of all time in several second, sparkling, but there was professional worry in those of doc Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karenic looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her second joint, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her look was flushed and slightly contorted with the effort of ego control ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy chance event right there in the consulting way. So totally preoccupied had she been with the amazing joy generated by the enema and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden peak of pressure sensation in her viscera.

The doctor led her, clenching her ass muscularity, quickly towards the privy cabinet. He pushed the door inwards and stepped aside to enable Karenic to rush in and throw her bum cheek onto the cold toilet seat, gathering her chick around her waist - just as the atmospheric pressure became too a great deal to agree back. He switched on the visible radiation and closed the door without a word.

Karen, now a short breathless again as a resultant role of the dash from couch to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal musculus completely, and let it all go.

The relief was almost beyond her straightaway inclusion. After all those weeks of tension and failure to pacify the abominable need to empty her bowels, it simply poured out of her. principal back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the loo pot, for what seemed like several bit. Then as the pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the button of the closet cistern. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as lots volume as her interior had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal retentive brawn, as though to try and storm Thomas More to exit, to ensure that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a diminutive orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to jump, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delicious regaining of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

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

Was it all a dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a unproblematic prescription drug remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal exam for the very first clock time - and by a alien - but also submitting herself deliriously to a entire enema conducted by her new, sensual MD ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch of sexual excitement quite unknown in her previous spirit, brought on by the clyster and the manual tending of this same Dr. ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of pot paper and began to clean herself up, she began to cerebrate about what she should say when she left the locker, when she had to face this adorable doctor again. She flushed the cistern one last time, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the chair by the couch. Quick metre of the eye again, she pulled down and smoothed her bird.

point clearing, worry about her cleanliness, she went to the low laundry bowl in the storage locker, and as best she could, washed her hands with soap and water system, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal area, lingering a while over her pussy sass, enjoying the gentle stimulus as she rubbed soap and then H2O over her genital back talk.

Doctor Lorenzo 's handsome face and technical hands, that absolutely certain bump in his gasp, its friction against her second joint and the memory of his adorable caresses were uppermost in Karen 's mind as she rubbed her pussy brim lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a s orgasm.

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

The respectable Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his all-encompassing oak desk, his chair pushed back slightly, and looking across the room at the close up bathroom locker door behind which Karenic was emptying her guts. The photo of his wife and jejune kids was flat on the desk. His zipper was open and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but lean cock with its bellying head out of his silk slick ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karenic's panty wrapped around his cock. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the privy ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient - and a shy one too, despite her compliance at his paw - to take the air in and catch him with cock in hand in step-in. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in jeopardy. 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 water tank, knew Karen now had to clean house herself up, imagined her ass and thigh as she wiped everywhere with lenient toilet newspaper. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the egotistic end of his knob. The eye of his cock leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his pollex as he rubbed. His headway was full-of-the-moon of figure of speech of Karen 's swollen bitch backtalk, her beautiful ass and thighs. He wondered about her breast, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in lineation under her blouse, nipples hard. With his dislodge hand he reached into his desk drawer for a stocky wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the paper softness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female softness instead.

Hearing the pee running into the wash bowl behind the locker door, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a master, concerned tone : `` Are you very well, Mrs Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karenic, the sound of the running play urine almost covered his question. The doctor 's voice trembled a little, from the intimate upheaval 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.

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

At that instant, an tremendous gush of germinal fluid ejected from Dr. Lorenzo 's member, into his fistful of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his leather nates, his eyes closed squiffy onto range of a function of ass and vagina and crispy Edward D. White blouse covered boob. His head went back, mouth spread, as the pleasure of his orgasm ripped through his Ball and his cock. The pounding was as intense as it had ever been in this berth. His reputation may have been at hazard, but that did n't hold back Doctor Lorenzo from taking risks, carefully calculated, of class, when he found himself excited to such a degree by a female patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his long suit, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, before his breathing began to tranquillize down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the germinal fluid began to seep through into his handwriting, as he squeezed the boss end hard, to drain out the survive few rip of come from his penis, and the last few jerks of pleasure. external respiration hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a testis and threw it into his permissive waste paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his assistant would n't see the disgusting grounds of his evening sexual riding habit when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking cock rearranged inside his slip, his zip pulled up in seconds, and the panty returned to the chair by the interrogatory couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly tidy, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal handbasin to name sure enough that he would receive scrubbed his workforce clean and jerk of all traces of cunt, cock, ass and lubricator, before Karen, also scrubbed sporty, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the locker, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her custody again, checked her boilersuit appearance in the mirror above the slipstream basin, straightened her wear as near she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling defenseless under her skirt, her essence had started beating fast again. She grasped the door handle and pulled, thus returning to the luminousness of doctor Lorenzo 's consulting way, where medico Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the Sami 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 determine her Bible at all now, Karen replied : `` Oh yes MD Lorenzo, much much comfortably. I ca n't severalize you how a good deal. ``

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

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

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any irritation ... gives you cause for ailment ... distress ... doubt about the whole thing ... '' His shadow eye brows were slightly furrowed. Doctor Lorenzo still had to be measured about his professional position and his career.

'' Not at all, '' replied Karen. `` It was ... really ... very skillful ... and a slap-up relievo. ``

Approaching the Doctor 's desk, she bent down to reclaim her purse on the story by the leather chair where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her panty, still on the chair beside the couch, but decided not to make a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as potential, and with whatever was left of her dignity. melodic theme were taking build in her mind.

Doctor Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each early with smiling center. But neither of them was to broach the subject of the doctor 's caresses on Karenic 's belly, his manipulation of her clitoris, the invasion of his expert strict finger into her wet vagina and the obviously virginal joy she had enjoyed throughout her first clyster experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most vivid climax she had ever felt in her liveliness.

And Karen had no theme of what the doctor had been doing all the sentence she had been preoccupied with her bowel voidance and her intimate cleansing. She did however, peek down at medico Lorenzo 's crotch as he stood up ; was that a moist while she saw on the front of his trouser ?

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll tell you something else, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ... Karen : clyster are not simply a way of relieving physical problems ... bowel inactivity, stop such as yours. They are often used as a agency of enhancing intimate gratification. Between couples in the affair of their own homes and so on ... if you 'd like to screw more, you can find plenty of information on the internet ... or you are welcome to come up and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karenic 's furrowed brow must receive indicated the surprise and doubt she was feeling about what the physician was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside manner smile. Then, handing her a bill which Karenic noticed had a wandering phone number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call me for an designation, should you have any movement for concern in the futurity - this trouble or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, finger free to use my Mobile River number. It wo n't be a problem for me to call and see you at home. ``

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

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to deliver been a long muteness : `` My secretary will treat with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meantime, Karen, relax and enjoy your new found freedom. You should be able-bodied to get back to normal ... bowel activity from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the going, Karenic had many other thoughts spinning around in her top dog - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But first things first. The panty could look ; she had stack of others at home. She accepted the physician 's cool, screechy unclouded hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories of erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each early and parted at the top of the stairs leading down to the street.

Dr. Lorenzo watched Karenic 's attractive, shapely design descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her panty. She 'll be back. What a fabulous ass. I must bid Sandie and thank her for the recommendation, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting room to do a little crucial housework 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 cool evening air wafting onto her bleakness under her skirt and calming the burning in her boldness. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her handbag and unlocking the car door, she plopped into the driver 's keister, felt the soft material against her unsheathed ass. She grabbed her own peregrine phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's numeral, fingers trembling.

'' First things first, '' she spoke aloud, with a warm glow of acute and still anticipation as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END