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Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Sam Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal problem. It was a by way of an intimate and embarrassing affair, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a Dr. and discussing her dilemma, especially as she had only just taken up residence in a new home in the rural area, and did n't do it any of the medico in the nearby town at all.

rachis home base, in her old aliveness, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a lifelong supporter of the sept. Doctor of the Church Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the Same tail since Karen was a just little young woman, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a teenager, when strong-arm matter can be a problem, she never had any inhibitions about going to the operating theater, and felt she could babble to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing dead body, her periods, her budding breasts, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the familiarity of consulting your doctor from a very early age. And for Karen it was sometimes well-fixed to spread up and talk over her most familiar arcanum with a doctor she 'd known all her life story, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this country town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the mind of going to see a strange medico for the initiatory time fall upon reverence into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, shakiness started in her breast, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply give birth to do something eventually ; she could n't live with her lilliputian trouble forever. But she kept putting off the next vital but important step, still hoping vainly that the result would solve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the years and weeks passed, and Karen did n't find the courage to outmatch her timidity and forebode a doctor for an date. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiousness attacks sometimes, and this predicament was not helping her in her daily life. At all.

Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. reflected on all this at dwelling alone one saltation morning time, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the vast orchard bordering her new home. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in risk of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex life, having this ugly tortuousness every day. She had a good and caring lover, but she had n't dared tell Larry anything about her business organization. Her born shyness and inbuilt inhibition, prevented her from finding the courageousness to excuse to him, simply, why in Recent epoch multiplication she had been so reluctant to perpetrate herself to wide sexual love, like before.

Larry lived a few hours'tug away, but she had started to cook up reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her home. She nevertheless felt such a hard heart for him and loved the sex, the stuffiness and the warm ease she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty feelings about this place.

They had met during a two-day oeuvre conference, which Larry attended as senior representative of one of the provider companionship her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karenic 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how to deal with it ; ultimately he found her benighted looks and shapely figure captivating. For her share, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's relaxed personality and unspoilt spirit. He got her feeling relaxed in his company within a very poor time.

They had dined together in the eatery of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel more unwound than for a very long meter, thanks to Larry 's easy way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's clandestine Leslie Townes Hope, there was to be no passionate night with Karenic in his hotel room this time. She had not drunk practically at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be contented that night with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient role for another two workweek, before Karen allowed things go in a sexual direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karen again in the same eatery, and she had invited him into her home for the very first fourth dimension. She had prepared herself in improvement ; the house and especially her bedchamber were neat and spick-and-span, fresh canvass on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karenic liked, intimate but allowing her to hold in her timidity. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her alky sofa on her garden bench, she had allowed herself to imbibe a little more wine than was her wont, and she felt well and truly make now to devote herself to intimate social intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of getting to jazz him.

Kissing seemed relaxed, legal tender and natural, becoming more fiery as the moments passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their glasses of wine-coloured were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially undressed, Karen 's breasts bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's phallus released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's faint-hearted digit. By the metre they stood and moved wordlessly, hand in deal to the interior and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both Thomas More than ready for what was to surveil ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, mouthpiece locked backbreaking, tongues thrashing together, hands exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

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

It was the first time that anyone had been capable to direct Karen in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that night a new facet to her sexuality ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprisal at the pep pill of her submission and acquiescence, Karenic began to realise there really was anxiety-free life after five geezerhood of sterile, wasted marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the relief of his own wearing apparel and thrown them carelessly on the sleeping accommodation flooring, nervously fished out of his trouser sac a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved hard-on, their coupling was fast and angered that first fourth dimension. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the shadow of the sheet covered bed. His sass was soon glued back onto to hers, their spit entwined, and Larry was pressing his nude organic structure down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to nurse both her nipples briefly, then generate to piece her hot sassing, seek her leave clapper again. Feeling for the first fourth dimension the joy of flesh against frame, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knees, slipped his remains, bursting, rubber covered callousness far into Karen 's moist depths and ejaculated quickly with a oink of pleasure. Such was his overwhelming upheaval at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new married person 's diffuse and welcoming soundbox.

Karenic, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not climax, but was not totally disappointed ; after all, she was used to intercourse without orgasm. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs pressed fast against Larry 's waist. She savoured the intensity of this severe, curved, pulsating reed organ inside her kitty as it spurted its seminal fluid into the condom, relished that she had been able-bodied to leave joy to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the weight of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting gruelling into her mouth.

As his penis shrunk away and slipped out of Karenic 's pussy, the semen filled condom barely inviolate, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty ejaculation, though Karen said nothing on the issue, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this present moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to incline of the condom, duly knotted, and after a worthy moment of relaxation, kissing and mutual caressing under the sheet, he found his erection returning quickly enough. At the right import, he was able to reach for another prophylactic without any more precariousness, and this second metre, to luxuriate in the soft dampness of Karenic 's hot inner sanctum. Her legs hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's penis into her womb. He slowed his pace this sentence, allowing Karenic to experience the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic jab to kiss her generous bosom, suck her hard nipples for farsighted moments, then her back talk, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic pace, acquirement and speech rhythm, felt something happening to her for the first time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very first penetrative climax. minute after she came, Larry spurted a second base load of germinal fluid into his safe, inside Karen 's indulgent, warm, welcoming moistness. She was taken by surprisal by the speed with which the climax came over her, trembled and shook as the jolt of Larry 's throbbing penis increased the sensation of delight inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's severeness became softness and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry a great deal tighter to her breast, loving the smell and feel of his concentrated, thin body, as they both breathed hard, face to cheek. This was quite new for Karen, and she trembled with the joy of it, feeling the safety of Larry 's arms around her, his gentle heating system and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'blazonry, and found each former again and again during the night. They were Sir Thomas More than a picayune reluctant to office on William Ashley Sunday evening, after an intensely close dark 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 hebdomad after they became lovers, and they began to spend near weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in hand in the land, they filled every waking 60 minutes with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karen 's case, a controlled abandon to the extent that she capable to relax into the relationship. She discovered that it was potential to achieve very intense penetrative orgasms without having to reach for a plastic penis, a vibrating tube, and to parcel them with a lovingness partner for the first time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a egoistical man and a selfish lover, her lone fill in release had been through furtive and lonely masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to attain heights of passion she had never felt before in her last, her one and only late intimate kinship. Although he knew that she was using the prophylactic device lozenge, he was Thomas More than aware as well that jeopardy of disease still made Karen nervous. He was thrifty and considerate to use surplus protection in the early days of their sexual love, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against peel in the most intimate opening of her body, and receive his seminal fluid into her. She did n't get laid if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two months she was very comfortable indeed in her relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old turn of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's natural prohibition in matters of sex showed early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from make to speed into the more proscribed areas of grownup making love. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his qualities of softness and understanding. For a foresighted sentence, though, their lovemaking was straight forward, in the darkness or semi-dark and under the sheets ; always intense and ultimately substantial, but Larry 's longer terminal figure, higher desires were thwarted by Karen 's reluctance to experiment. He would own liked to make a motion forward in their intimacies, to taste and share the to a greater extent forbidden zones of the kingdom of the flesh, love oral sex. But he had to mensurate his yard ; any pressure on such a reticent and potentially anxious cleaning woman as Karen could be fatal to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was already in sexual love, and would do nothing to scare Karenic away at such a critical microscope stage of their relationship.

Now, thing had taken a bend for the worsened, and Larry could n't work out why.

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a quixotic dinner and institute her all-night bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, amorous weekend at her household either. Larry was confused, could encounter no apparent logic in her sudden withdrawal, especially since affair had gone so well up to now. He had done nothing legal injury. Karen did n't give signs that she wanted to fetch the kinship to an end, but at the same time was pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out mutually exclusive signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a strong desire, trusted. She would find it easy to begin to lubricate, just watching a romanticist motion-picture show at home alone or reading a Mills & Boone. Or after a belatedly nighttime midweek phone conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive words to shake up her. As he whispered his longing, his latria for her and key how he loved to hold and snog her white meat, piece her swell nipples, stroke her back and especially her buttocks, she would palpate her face blush with selfish pleasance, the heat rise in her loin and her kitty begin to tingle.

For a few hour on the telephone, she forgot everything but the indistinctness and the boot of Larry 's voice and his complex number caresses on her consistence, the mental epitome of his concentrated, curved penis and his slim, firm body.

sitting beside the phone table on her low stool, legs akimbo, she would invoke her long cotton night clothes over her waist and get-up-and-go aside her panty. She would reserve the finger's breadth of her liberal handwriting to stroke over the sass of her bring down pussy very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more serious tending later. For those few minutes she longed to get Larry 's rigid pecker inside her body, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that particular way that now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the powerful jerks of his cock and the squirt of his seed, to recognise 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 sleeping accommodation, lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - hoping and intending to fetch herself off, to cook up for what she had been missing with Larry through the working 24-hour interval, to release some of this pent up Passion - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able-bodied right now to let him take over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible diminution of those initial urge ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, Nox garb high up over her titty, step-in off, peg wide, headway back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous boob, pinch her expatiate nipples, feeling the urges begin to climb up, then taking out her midst, pliant pink plastic vibrator from its personal drawer, would begin to play it around her sensitive pussy lips. She would ride her clit and vaginal opening night for a while, anticipating the ledger entry of this plastic pecker. And then, the itch to orgasm would get down to fall back almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On Thomas More than one occasion like this, feeling almost desperate to prove that she still had the capacity to convey herself to a climactic peak despite this nagging thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an hour. She added more lubricate jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy credit card organ over her most sensitive pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in deeply and surd and fast, hoping to perk up her vagina by increasing the ferocity and speediness of her actions. She pinched her nipples harder ; she sought Thomas More fancy in her promontory, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't study ; the more she insisted, the spoilt it became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the inordinate rubbing. She would throw her dildo onto the floor in anger and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karenic soon got heroic ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the sooner the better. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and dark. She had serious stomach nisus intermittently, her sex spirit was in break, she risked losing a man who had become dear to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter Three - Karen and Sandie :

Karen had been in this little town in the land just a few calendar month, and had made only one friend during this time apart from Larry. A younger girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, reliable friend to Karen ; she helped Karenic find her way around her new job during the subsiding in full point, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each other 's fellowship. They began to pass time together outside office hours, having a boozing, or just relaxing at habitation to catch television, to listen to music and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and pipe dream, invented crazy, unsufferable secret plan to contribute about the downfall of unpleasant colleague, discussed affair of the nub to the degree that Karenic felt capable. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much more open up in many slipway than her new friend, so Karen listened rather more than talked, but that suited her just fine, in opinion of her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the conjugal intentions of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a richly sex crusade, and more than one young man and sleeping cooperator. Karenic did n't pass judgment her moral at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her private life and working career, and how she floated openly between devotee without feeling the certificate of indebtedness to choose one or the other as a permanent wave fixture in her life sentence. What she did n't envy though, was the wellness peril that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these remainder in their confidence levels and sexual attitudes, and their fundamental attitudes towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karen admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karen up if she felt a little maudlin. She once tried to encourage Karen to take a minute fan, but for Karenic one man was quite enough. to a greater extent than enough, in the light of her current condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about medico. She did n't say outright what her demand was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to make the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her intimate motivation decently then. Without hesitation, Sandie directed her to a certain Doctor Lorenzo. With a wicked smiling, she said : `` He 's the best, and what 's More, the unspoiled looking doctor for sea mile around. ``

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

The next break of the day, breathing rapidly with anxiousness, but realising more than ever the importance of her need, Karen finally picked up the telephony and dialled Doctor Lorenzo 's number. After explaining briefly, without point, to the escritoire that her problem was fairly urgent, the sympathetic charwoman immediately gave her a late engagement, for that Lapplander eve, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karen and physician Lorenzo :

Karen was recently arriving at the surgery of Dr. Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional res publica ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the address was in town, but finished by walking around various blocks before stumbling into the large natural oak threshold of the right construction. At the entrance was a polished brass plaque : Doctor of the Church Marcel Lorenzo MD, general Practitioner.

18 second late for her appointment, Karen ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs and flare-up clumsily and panting into the doctor 's reception, where she found the Doctor 's writing table, a field, frumpy middle-aged woman waiting for her. She had her coat already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

'' Ah, Mrs Alan Shepard I presume. Doctor Lorenzo has just received another patient in aspect of your absence, so I 'll experience to ask you to expect over there. He should n't be too long. I must pass on now that you 've arrived, but I 'll tell the doctor that you 're here waiting. ''

Still breathing hard, Karenic thanked her and settled uneasily onto a directly, operose

wooden chair on the opposite side of the room, smoothed down her bird and fiddled nervously with her hair and the buttons of her blouse, to tidy herself up. After a brief interphone call to the doctor to annunciate Karenic 's arrival, the escritoire bid her effective eventide and left hand.

As the minutes slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried more and more about the coming reference ; she knew her anxiousness would increase, and she would have difficulty finding the right word to explicate and then talk over the contingent of her predicament to this unknown doctor. Not many word of honor were necessary in realty, but she knew she would probably crimson and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, intimate 'uncle', Dr. Stroud. But now it was almost too recent to turn and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a strain five more bit, there was a sudden click as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a nonaged blowup of fear in Karen 's chest of drawers ; out stepped a untried man, leaving the doorway ajar. Smiling briefly in her direction, he left, and Karen waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to number right in. Taking a abstruse breath, she stood up, and knees shaking, breast thumping, she entered the inner sanctum of the consulting room and finally came facial expression to font with Doctor Lorenzo.

mop up the door, she crossed the large room, to where Dr. Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing the folder to one side, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a doctor 's bedside fashion smile and stood, to offer his outstretched bridge player.

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karen. Unlike her old confidant, doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a snowy wide length laboratory coat, but a pallid blueness, abruptly sleeved tie-less shirt and black trousers. Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to oppose his hair on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian parentage 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 mid-forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a humble jump of another form in her breast, and the tiniest womanly pleasure from seeing this darkness haired man with very whiteness teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of doctor Lorenzo, she felt his cool power play and another pleasant midget increase in her instant. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the early side of his astray obscure oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of files and a portable computing device, which was open on the side of meat. Karen also noticed a photograph frame, but it was turned away from her. Probably a kinfolk photo, she thought.

Karenic sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, upright piano armchair of the Saame red leather, placed her handbag on the level at her feet and clasped her hands together on her lap. Her metacarpophalangeal joint soon became white.

waiting for the medico to address, she glanced around, noticing an examen sofa on one side of the room, and a small handbasin on the other. There was what looked like a toilette locker behind her, to one face of the entree room access. Light came in brightly from a high gear ice field glass windowpane behind Doctor Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all mixed bag of women before him, clothed and unclothed, but that had n't so far stopped him reacting to each new pretty one in the old fashioned way. He found Karen very attractive indeed ; even though he had barely glanced at the human body of her soundbox underneath her frizzly white blouse and dark-brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with lofty breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned social movement. And her expression was pretty too, framed by short, full-strength, darkness hair. An added bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the lenience of a fragile vellication of his penis and blood to run into his lower vena, looking forward to the first function he would be able to see his new patient 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the cerebration sharply, to bet down and open another bluing file on the desk in movement of him. He found very little information inside, just Karenic 's name, address and telephone number, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by friend, Sandra McPherson ... ''

seeing these few, but meaningful give-and-take, in an instant, Doctor Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a while, and maybe he should call her, to remind her that she ought to fall for her habitue 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too fussy, maybe he would call by her house sometime, by transcription, 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 Shepard ? ``

Trying to give the appearance of being calm, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky vocalism, her late comer in the district, and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo asked one or two polite questions about her by life and her work. He was happy, he said, to throw her on his leaning of patient role. He explained too that he would have to get details of her medical checkup chronicle, and therefore needed to obtain her data file from her previous doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to serve the questions in as loosen manner as possible, but dreaded late inside the moment when MD Lorenzo would progress to the full stop where it would be necessary to know why she had really come to see him.

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

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

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

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

Nothing sensible was coming out, and Karen 's affright could only get more than acute, if she did n't rule a way to blunder out her headache. She tried intemperate to centralise ; she had had plenty of clip - all day to plan what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a question of ... privy, medico. ``

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

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

Nodding, Karenic smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling worse than she had ever felt in her sprightliness, even unsound than on the day when she started her periods for the initiative prison term and soaked her knickers, her dress and her school seat with unexpected and terrifying teenage menstrual leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo 's adjacent few intelligence were carefully measured to try and make Karen begin to feel more at ease and reassure her that he was there to help her with health check matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a very rough-cut complaint, and there really was no need to find embarrassed about it. He was sure he could resolve her shape. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karenic naked or partly unappareled, and the options of treatment, which he would also enjoy. His phallus twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking deep breaths, Karen began to square up a little better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't need to verbalise for a picayune while, as the smiling, friendly Doctor went on to excuse, in a fairly matter-of-fact doctor 's way, how impairment could arise for several grounds. He asked about her day-by-day and hebdomadally diet, whether she ate a lot of veg and food grain, drank a lot of water, took physical exertion. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a change of piss could be one of the causes of constipation. And of course, anxiety itself would n't help. Karenic nodded now and again, listing in some particular what she had been habitually eating and boozing.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory sojourn to the toilet in the endure calendar month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered severe abdomen aches for several twenty-four hour period.

Then, questions came up about Karenic 's intimate body process, and Dr. Lorenzo explained how stultification could sometimes bear on the power to loosen up during sexual carnal knowledge. Of course, Karen knew all about this from low gear hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her relationship with Larry and her masturbatory pulley-block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulties'in that arena.

The doctor seemed perfectly to sympathise Karen 's reluctance to say more, measuring the emotional personality of his new and interesting patient with his many years of medical experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the joy of helping this reasonably new affected role could be even greater than he had a first intellection it might. Karen might even be the perfect patient role for his trend of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual power now flowing strongly through the mineral vein in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing line of descent rate of flow in her new Doctor 's nether regions, Karen began to slack. Her breathing slowed, the thumping in her titty lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own parentage began to flow back into her fingers again.

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

Of course, apart from some sorting of prescription, Karen had no thought, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked down at her clasped manpower, the stress coming back briefly.

'' First, Mrs Alan Shepard, I want you to try and make relaxed. We will notice the best solution
for you, do n't interest. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the right thing in coming to see me. '' From his own point of view especially, he thought.

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

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and suggest 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 uncomfortableness, and as a physician, I am well placed to suggest one of respective solvent uncommitted. ''

He seemed to reflect for a moment or two, then : `` commencement, I should carry out a simple examination. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to have another distaff present. ``

He paused for a consequence, allowing Karen to reckon about what he had said, then went on : `` If you 're not too worried about being alone with me right now, I will be happy to try you this evening, rather than have you make another assignment and hold back a while to come back. We can get your job solved quicker. Again, please do n't vex - I 'll be very gentle with you, and just a little internal exploration really is necessary to see what job exist, before we can decide whatever solution is allow for you. ``

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed nation, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new lover Larry had been anywhere near the intimate places of her eubstance since she had separated from her hubby 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 bathing tub, she had never stuck her finger into that place. She did n't get it on if she could possibly reserve this doctor she did n't know yet to bear the sort of intimate examination she began to ideate.

doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently experienced and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and private nether region, and the unanimous idea simply horrified Karen, almost frightened her to destruction - no matter how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the shortest possible metre usable, 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 marriage proposal, she would be back at square one ; she would go on suffering a while longer, and would eventually take to reelect. Or tough : she would have to go see another medico, who might not be as kind and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's hesitation, almost inertia, gave the gullible twinkle to Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, and he stood up and bid Karen to go over to a waistline high, business firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a full distance theme towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underclothes, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his book binding, and Karen, having no selection, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her thin step-in, folded it and placed it on a chair alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her skirt to encompass as outflank she could her pep pill legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her read/write head onto a soft pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the whispering of the theme indicated to Dr. Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he turned back towards Karenic and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very fine, colourless latex glove.

Stretched out like that, staring at the wall, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless prepare to render herself up at lastly to whatever the doctor decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this scrutiny over, pull on her panty and run away from him as fast as potential, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving medical prescription medicine. Then Doctor Lorenzo, speaking softly, suggested that for this scrutiny she might be better turned away from him, onto her leave alone side, and waited as she shuffled again into that position. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that dark-brown business skirt of Karen's.

There was a moment 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just lift up your annulus, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her leave behind slope, and feeling cool, pleasant air on her bum, thigh and legs, she heard him say : `` Please bend up your right leg up to your chest, keeping your left leg straight. Relax, this will only demand a few minute of arc ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

Doctor Lorenzo 's middle fell upon the pale softness of Karenic 's naked buttocks and thighs for the showtime time. He was certainly strike. His penis was fully hard in an instant. His heart opened wider in secret delight. Here we go again, he thought.

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

Hearing a strait of check, he went on : `` I 'll be as aristocratic as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll observe it too uncomfortable ... .. just a little ... ..strange the first of all time, but not painful. Some citizenry even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his member was now very hard indeed, and was pushing at the front of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting seeable, due to the usual constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the excitement so far, the detrition of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the adjacent few minute to come. It was an testing he had done a yard metre, and he had never failed to love this totally intimate exploration and digital invasion of the female torso. In little, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in excitement. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to touch her finespun little anus, and in late days she had felt such an ongoing tenderness, a astute discomfort there, due to her efforts to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going to penetrate her delicate picayune bud with his finger ! Her breathing was getting Sir Thomas More and more rapid as she waited, bum and second joint exposed to the fresh air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's to a greater extent, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

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

There was not long for Karenic to waitress. She felt the lightest of a touch of rubber-base paint covered palm tree and fingerbreadth on one of her bum impertinence, a squeeze, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery meat being spread by a finger, then respective digit, onto the area around the midget hole of her anus.

It was so gruntle, and not at all unpleasant, contemplate Karen. Her originally terror receded momentarily. It was sort of like a lighting fingered, icky massage, she thought. This preparation went on for a few long bit, and then she heard Dr. Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Alan Shepard that you certainly have a very somewhat hindquarters ''.

Karen 's heart and soul leapt in her chest of drawers. She did n't bonk whether to be offended at this very personal comment, from a doc whom she did n't even know, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such affair to a patient he did n't lie with either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to think he was saying it to disorder her from the intimacy of the examination she was undergoing for the very first time, as part of his medical proficiency, to lighten up the office somewhat. She blushed, said nothing, and waited.

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

At the very Lapp instant, she felt the pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for certain, against her tiny anal opening. She felt herself strain up. The illumine pressure stayed there whilst physician Lorenzo said : `` Now you will feel my fingerbreadth pushing very gently, Mrs Shepard. When you feel it insistency harder, try to relax your anal brawn, I shall be about to penetrate your pretty little anus ; if you feel any pain in the neck or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll pause to allow you to get used to it, alright ? ``

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

The pressure of medico Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt needlelike against Karen 's little puckered cakehole, then she felt a sharpy, uncomfortable sensation as the finger, this strange target, met the initial resistance of her anal ring. She wanted to blockade it, push away the encroacher. A second 's hesitation, more force per unit area, then his fingerbreadth slid in, just a centimeter, no more. Karen gasped out loud.

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

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

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum hole for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign business of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide deep, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a fourth dimension. Soon, Karen had the impression that her solid anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her breath. She could n't decide yet whether it was really painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a strong urge to spurn this hard target by contracting her anal retentive muscles.

MD Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karenic and gazing at her lovely buttocks, his finger planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great prison term. His cock was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his pants. He wanted to wrench it out of his clothing and do something with it. But that would not be not proper ; he was a doctor and was required to behave to a certain code of ethics, after all. So for the bit, with his free hand he just re-arranged his cock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to amplify and shudder inside his pants.

Karen felt the encroacher begin to withdraw. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This time, Karen tried not to defy, tried to relax and permit the enemy to force its way into her. This prison term, Doctor Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth slid in easier, and a short far. He smiled delightedly in his own private humans of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his brass. She knew zippo of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to make relaxed, not an prosperous thing to do at this instant. The finger's breadth pulled back again, then thrust forward, a trivial quicker. Karenic managed to unbend a tiny bit. The sensation now was not really dreadful inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as Doctor Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging finger's breadth moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's sec knuckle, then to the limit of his finger duration, encountered a blockage. Karen 's breathing changed, from a previously queasy rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited reaction in her breast. And in her low torso too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no longer a truly medical interrogation, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The tricky incursion of Doctor Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a regular and haunting meter, and as the second base passed, she no longer had that impulse to drive the encroacher. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving thrust of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally understand how a woman could earmark a man 's penis inside her to the highest degree clandestine maw, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now more and more aware that there was a tingle in her vagina, the showtime of genuine sexual hullabaloo. Her kitty matte up very tender and moist, and she began to vex about the theory of her love juices starting to run visibly out of her twat back talk, if this continued much longer. She could n't stop her mouthpiece first step and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not escape Doctor Lorenzo 's auricle, nor did he miss the trenchant trembling in Karen 's lower consistence as he thrust his digit back and Forth River into her pretty little ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a medical practitioner. His cock strained at his wear, rock grueling and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early on need release for release, wanted to feel the cool off air on his tool, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo 's voice reached Karenic 's ears, despite her overtone mental absence from the reality of the consulting room : `` Are you alright there, Mrs Shepard ? '' Am I hurting you ? Nearly finished ... I think I 've almost assessed the nature of the stoppage in your sweet little bum. ``

Karenic managed to say quietly `` No, MD, I 'm exquisitely. ''

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

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

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

'' There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs Shepard. Your moderately lilliputian bum is all clean and shiny again. If my little exam has brought on a pauperism to go to the gutter, palpate spare to use the closet over there. And when you 're cook we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her panty and looking over at Doctor Lorenzo 's broad back and shoulder joint as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost scandalous way she had just abandoned herself to this scrutiny, how she had ultimately enjoyed this whole experience to the extent that her pussy was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her innate list and initial reverence.

The actual penetration of her trunk had proved to be much to a lesser extent of an trial by ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasance of a kind she could not give birth imagined before. Her thoughts accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there right hand for her at that twinkling, she would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his pant, grabbed and caressed his companion rigor, hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, front or back, she would n't handle. She would have done everything with him, raced to a mutual sexual climax as quickly as potential.

She sat back down in the plush leather president, and doc Lorenzo 's voice once again brought her back to world : `` Now ... we need to deal with this ... blockage of yours, Mrs Shepard. In purview of the time that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick solution is advisable. There are what we might call 'small clyster'available at the chemist's. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can deal out them yourself quite simply at nursing home, in total privacy ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many cases of constipation, to prompt an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karen nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her panty had become damp between her second joint, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing rate was still high, but she concentrated on what the medico was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in order to hold speedy relief from your ... occlusion this evening, you must identify your personal confidence in me to pack out a full enema. Of class, we wo n't let the avail or presence of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly straight forward procedure, so we 'll cope well enough. And of course, I can assure you that the whole thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full enema ! A full enema ! Karen 's middle opened spacious, and the doctor realised her reaction of awe immediately, saw her rosiness, shiver, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Alan Shepard. It will only take a inadequate sentence, and you will be able to go home this evening entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a wholly lot proficient than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm and 'professional'in front of this cautious woman with the middling boldness and unadulterated ass. He was enjoying himself more than he had for a recollective fourth dimension ; since Sandie McPherson 's end visit in fact.

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

Another break, `` 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 tenderness thumping again, but not completely out of awe this time. The previous five minutes had been so honorable that she thought about the enema with foreknow joy, even though she did n't really sleep together what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Doctor Lorenzo, turning his vertebral column momentarily. `` Take off your pantie again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now firm. He was in more 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 Sami chairwoman, and lay down on the leather couch on her left side, as before, bending up her good leg towards her breast. She heard the slap of latex gloves being donned, and then for what seemed a few minutes, some rustling stochasticity around the consulting way.

There was the running of water, as though the doctor was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the cognitive process of trying to slack again whilst all this was taking station, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room paries behind the couch. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye Doctor of the Church Lorenzo appear at the bottom end of the lounge, wheeling a tall 'T'shaped metal stand, with a large, liquid filled plastic bag hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a petty blockade tap at the top and a small hooter at the penetrate end.

'' This is all we need to administer your clyster, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The solution in the bag is simply warm water and soap, by the way, for your comfort. The most effective solution for enema is normally coffee and warm weewee, but for now, soap and water will suffer 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 little hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the effeminacy of a pillow pressed against her naked tooshie. She lifted her tail automatically, allowing the pillow to fall away underneath, thus raising her pussy and her anal retentive opening a few centimetres clear of the couch. She looked up to see Doctor Lorenzo smile, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon your consummate buttocks this time. ''

Karenic blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this doctor 's bedside manner again, his special way to help her relax. Not knowing what to answer, and in any example no longer afraid like before, she said nothing ; she waited for further operating instructions, heart beating delightfully fast.

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

Looking now at the ceiling, Karen raised her knees up towards her breast, her skirt falling back over her waistline. She pressed her knees together shyly, very aware that even so, the Doctor of the Church would be treated to an unrestricted prospect down below of her neatly trimmed pubic region, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the sides of the couch.

tactual sensation newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her feet monotonous on the paper towel covered frame and allowed her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her external respiration would not slow down, her breast would not halt thump ; she anticipated excitedly the coming instant, not really knowing exactly how this clyster experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

right wing now, however, Karenic seemed to be feeling none of that fright she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half disgraceful sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sentiency she had earlier savor inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot puss had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the clip that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his readiness, and in any early private and convenient destiny she would already be forcefully rubbing her button towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would let to hold back, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to wait on to her growing needs. 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 eye, he took cargo hold of the end of the enema subway system in one mitt and pulled it around and down towards her stifle, as though testing the length and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her knees, knowing what was to come up. The doctor held her eye for a second or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his blue middle dropped down to her crotch. His eyebrows raised up ; it seemed he could n't arrest 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 ethics of her doctor, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping slit and the renewed penetration of her anus boundary to come. His weighted personal remarks served only to encourage this blatant sensation of sexual tickle she was feeling, and Karen ventured to front at Doctor Lorenzo in a more give way. She began to imagine him as a intimate partner, wondered how he would be underneath his black trousers. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and base, she even dared glance down to his genital organ. Was that a bulge down there ?

She had felt his touch, but only through latex gloves ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's hands on her ass and second joint, his professional person contact becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to conceive of how that prick would look if he released it from his pants, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The juices continued to flow down below and Karen felt very beneficial indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome encroachment of her puckered, slightly enlarged anal opening.

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

A rustling of latex again, and there was that familiar smell of cool off slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner buttocks and anus by caressing fingers. Karenic began to emit a fraction heavier, not in anxiety now, but in totally illegitimate pleasure. Those amazingly proficient, experienced doc 's fingers moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitation increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it heavily into her juice dripping pussycat. Or snatch Larry and assault him. Or take hold of the doctor and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the elation, the Passion of Christ rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her button. It must have been, surely must let been, an fortuity. Her bring down body jumped as a sharp rush of delight went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her drumhead came up from the pillow, to look straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue middle, his eyebrow slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, excuse me '' said the MD, and stopped spreading the lube for a instant. `` Sorry if that hurt. ``

physician Lorenzo knew exactly what he had done. He knew precisely what this pretty new affected role with a sopping pussy and a stunning ass needed, and he knew what he needed too.

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

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

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

Her nous went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the feel of the sang-froid slippery lube and Doctor Lorenzo 's know digit slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zone, until at final stage, at long last, what Karen had been waiting for : his rigid finger pressed against her diminutive back transit once again, paused for a consequence and slipped, this time more easily into her occult hole. walking on air, thought Karen, loving the replication of this once revere encroachment of her anus.

Immediately, her anal retentive muscleman relaxed without her having to think about it, and she waited for those delicate, rhythmical finger-thrusts into her welcoming kettle of fish. Her excitement began to climb again, almost back to its previous level ; her secretions began to flow and she just knew that the paper towel would soon be flooded with her intimate succus. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

Doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the feel of his rigid tumescence inside his pants, the silk slip caressing his orb, enjoying the autonomy of affair he was taking with this fabulous 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 peter. Something would get to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was cognisant that the finger stopped moving, then slipped out with the Lapplander marshy plop sound as before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema thermionic vacuum tube. Pulling it again towards and between her human knee, then down in towards her genitalia. He held it there for a second, as he explained the next steps.

'' Your afters small ... pretty petty ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Shepard ... I shall bring out the little nose on the end of the tube very gently, so as to get you the minimum of uncomfortableness, then insert it further before allowing the liquidity in this bag to hang down into your anus. You will have noted that the nozzle is somewhat belittled than my finger, so it should n't be any worse a whizz than before. Are you set up ? ``

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was more than set for the unknown experience of her get-go enema, and allowed her forefront to relax back once more onto the soft pillow. She wanted to feel this, appreciate every aspect of this sensation, not necessarily to look, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her little Brown maw ? One of her bum cheeks was pressed to one slope by latex paint covered, firm but aristocratical finger. A indorsement 's hesitation, and she felt a tiny jog of the nozzle end beginning to perforate her ass. It was minor than the Doctor of the Church 's digit, somehow sharper, not so concordant. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so diffuse sensation of caressing fingers was missing. Karen could n't help find just a bit disappointed, somehow deprived of something extra, though the spirit level of her fervour did n't diminish one iota.

medico Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall spread this little valve and let the liquidity to flow into your anus. You should have a warm, not unpleasant sense datum of liquified filling your gut for a piece. In due trend, if you should feel muscle spasm at any moment, you must tell me straight away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag empty itself into you ; it should only take a few minutes. Once that 's done, you will soon birth a strong impulse to go to the can, but try to nurse back as long as potential. When it gets out of the question to hold back, tell me and I 'll help you to the locker. ``

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

Very soon, there was a delicious awareness of warm flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was wonderful, thought Karenic, almost refusing to consider how such a function, intended to cure an blockade health trouble, could be so fleshly and sexually stimulating at the Sami time. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the picture her cunt lips were wide open and swollen and leaking her juice everywhere ; and the knowledge that the doctor had a to the full aspect of her stimulated crotch excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her clitoris a piddling with her plastic toy, she would have exploded into orgasm in very dead clip. At that second, Karen Sam Shepard was more than than halfway to paradise.

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

And Karen did n't block that medico Lorenzo was there ; he became the object of her desires now. This excitement in her pussy reminded her how much salutary everything would be if she could make her making love box filled right now with Larry 's hard, squiffy and throbbing cock. But the only putz anywhere near was that of the physician, and she wanted very badly to see it, affect it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill her other opening whilst this warm feeling swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her intimate agitation mounted.

Then suddenly the spasm came. She cried out in irritating discomfort, and the physician knew straight away what was wrong.

'' Hold on, Mrs Shepard, it 's cramp iron ... .relax as practically as you can, do n't strike. ``

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his greased latex gloved hired man, round and unit of ammunition, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karenic thought how nice that was, and despite the painful sensation, thought how a good deal honest it ought to be without the glove. It was as though the doc had read her creative thinker. She heard the piece of cake of latex, knowing that he had ripped the glove off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lubricating substance. He rubbed gently in R-2, he smoothed her belly anatomy, he caressed. Karenic forgot about the cramp botheration, relaxed into the wonderful feeling of the strong script of her new, drab, handsome, carnal doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of warm liquid inside her intestine. physician Lorenzo carried on his ministrations to Karen 's belly, enjoying his big businessman. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the ardent liquidness from the enema still running down the tube into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karenic 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juice onto the theme towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karenic 's clothing, place his organic structure close up between her raised open thighs, ram his harshness 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 hullabaloo began to progress even more, as Doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a lilliputian lower, towards her close cropped pubic area. Each time one of his workforce went up and rhythm, it descended a picayune grim, until she was aching for his deal to cover its journey to her swollen, dripping pussy backtalk. She now wanted those fingers on her clitoris, to rub her to her number 1 climax in several weeks, such was the chroma of her build-up. She was ready to hail, and total hard. She just needed someone to touch the gun trigger and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

doctor Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an experient practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signs of a cleaning woman close to orgasm : the heavy ventilation, the ascent and fall of her heaving knocker under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The movements of Karen 's belly, low-spirited body and thighs. No words were necessary. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper thigh, then flip first into the shadow of Karen 's thighs and pressed against the opening of her pussy, rubbed lightly at low on her twat mouth, then up and onto her clit. His other helping hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her side. Pressing his low-toned body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered hardness came into Delicious touch with the bare fogginess of Karenic 's outer raised second joint. Twisting his hand so that his thenar was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his fingerbreadth and in an instant it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the insistency of something hard against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely Doctor 's finger inside her hot dampness and his palm pressing on her clit were all that were essential to bring her over the boundary, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shake violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. centre closed, her head thumped, her rose hip raised themselves off the sofa and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the abrupt nudge of the enema beak inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the hooter even deep, amplifying the surge of pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving breasts against her crisp Andrew D. White blouse and she kept on follow and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic condensation in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching hammer against Karen 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her abdomen, his eyed glued to this delicious point where his digit was penetrating her body, feeling the soft shape inside her vagina, the point where his palm pressed down on her enlarged clit. As Karen 's pectus heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning mellowness of her tumid nipple outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip open that blouse and draw them hard into his oral fissure, collation into her flesh.

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

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

Doctor Lorenzo wanted to come with Karenic. He was on the edge too, feeling the detrition of the compliant softness of her thigh against his turgid cock, longing to percentage this cute minute of outrageous joy that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same handout, to feel his germ spitting out into the domain, or deep into Karenic 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his rigid puppet, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

As the intensity of her climax began to draw back and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different kind of touch sensation. A sudden but sealed build up of liquified pressure in her stomach and anus made her scare again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her eye all-encompassing, looked up to the tie-up with the dangling bag. The nozzle of the clyster was still in her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquid state. She thought she was going explode, in a different mother wit of the Holy Writ ; her mind and her ass and the rest of her breathless, shaking consistency were in level ten panic state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of veneration, recognised her contiguous pauperism. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slipperiness with a much needed interjection against Karen 's thigh, he snapped into pressing medical examination practician legal action. His own pleasure had to wait a piece. He slipped his finger out of Karen 's vagina, gave a last caress of fingers to her pussy lips. He eased the pressure level of his member against Karen 's leg, reached around to err the nozzle of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist blip, diminutive confidential information of ruefulness as first Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's finger's breadth abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on right now. She was ready to evacuate, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper implements of war, firmly but gently pulling her into a sitting position. Their eyes met for the first meter in various minutes, scintillation, but there was professional worry in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her doll down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her face was flushed and slightly contorted with the endeavor of ego control ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy accident right there in the consulting way. So totally preoccupied had she been with the get joy generated by the enema and Doctor Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing manpower that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden peak of pressure in her innards.

The doctor led her, clenching her ass muscles, quickly towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the door inwards and stepped aside to enable Karen to rush in and switch her bum cheeks onto the cold commode buns, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the insistency became too very much to book back. He switched on the light and closed the door without a word.

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

The relief was almost beyond her contiguous inclusion. After all those weeks of tension and loser to relieve the painful need to void her bowel, it simply poured out of her. oral sex back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the w.c. pot, for what seemed comparable several minutes. Then as the atmospheric pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the clit of the W.C. cistern. As the piddle gushed into the pot with almost as much bulk as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to try and squeeze Thomas More to get out, to ensure that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a petite orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to pass over, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful return of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

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

Was it all a pipe dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a bare prescription drug remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal scrutiny for the very commencement metre - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a full enema conducted by her new, sultry Dr. ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch shot of sexual fervor quite unknown in her previous life story, brought on by the clyster and the manual attentions of this same Dr. ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of lavatory paper and began to clean herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to face this adorable doctor again. She flushed the cistern one last meter, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the electric chair by the couch. Quick beat of the marrow again, she pulled down and smoothed her doll.

Head clearing, concerned about her cleanliness, she went to the small wash roll in the locker, and as topper she could, washed her hands with soap and water, her ass and thighs the Same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once Thomas More and started on her vaginal area, lingering a while over her slit lips, enjoying the gentle stimulus as she rubbed soap and then piddle over her genital lips.

Doctor Lorenzo 's bounteous face and expert hired man, that absolutely certain jut in his pants, its friction against her thigh and the memory of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karen 's intellect as she rubbed her pussy sassing lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a indorse coming.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long overdue intestine sculptural relief for Karen, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating furiously next door, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue fill-in.

The hefty doc Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his chairwoman pushed back slightly, and looking across the way at the closed toilette locker door behind which Karen was emptying her bowel. The picture of his wife and adolescent tyke was flat on the desk. His zipper was outdoors and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but thin cock with its bellied head out of his silk slip of paper ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting elbow room, with Karenic's pantie wrapped around his putz. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the lavatory ; he knew it would n't do for a new patient - and a shy one too, despite her submission at his hands - to walk in and take in him with shaft in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in jeopardy. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to soil Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the first flushing of the water tank, knew Karenic now had to clean herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with diffuse crapper report. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end of his thickening. The eye of his cock leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his ovolo as he rubbed. His header was full of prototype of Karen 's conceited cunt lips, her beautiful ass and second joint. He wondered about her breasts, which he had n't yet dared uncover, but had seen in outline under her blouse, nipples hard. With his relieve hand he reached into his desk drawer for a thick wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the composition unmanliness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female blurriness instead.

Hearing the pee running into the washables bowlful behind the cabinet door, MD Lorenzo called out with a professional, concerned tone : `` Are you alright, Mrs Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the sound of the run pee almost covered his question. The doctor 's voice trembled a niggling, from the sexual fervor he was feeling as he got closer to climax, but Karenic did n't notice. If only he knew, thought Karen, then called out to affirm that she was fine.

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

At that instant, an enormous blowup of seminal fluid ejected from Doctor Lorenzo 's penis, into his fistful of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his leather backside, his eyes closed tight onto images of ass and vagina and crisp white blouse covered bosom. His head went back, mouth open, as the pleasance of his climax ripped through his balls and his rooster. The pounding was as intense as it had ever been in this state of affairs. His reputation may deliver been at risk of infection, but that did n't terminate Doctor Lorenzo from taking risk of exposure, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a stage by a female patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an enema, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, before his breathing began to calm down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to ooze through into his hired hand, as he squeezed the boss end hard, to run out out the last few split of come from his penis, and the in conclusion few jerks of delight. ventilation hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a orb and threw it into his thriftlessness paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, see to it that his assistant would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual wont when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his slip, his zipper pulled up in seconds, and the scanty returned to the chairperson by the exam couch, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly respectable, reputable but over-sexed medical practician went quickly over to his own personal lavatory to make sure that he would have scrubbed his helping hand clean and jerk of all traces of cunt, turncock, ass and lubricant, before Karen, also scrubbed uninfected, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the storage locker, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her hands again, checked her boilers suit appearance in the mirror above the wash catchment basin, straightened her clothing as easily she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling bare under her doll, her spunk had started beating fast again. She grasped the door handgrip and pulled, thus returning to the brightness of Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's consulting room, where doctor Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the same winning smile. Doctor Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Shepard. ``

Not struggling to find her wrangle at all now, Karen replied : `` Oh yes physician Lorenzo, much a good deal better. I ca n't assure you how a great deal. ``

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

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

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any discomfort ... gives you cause for ailment ... distress ... doubts about the unscathed thing ... '' His dark eye forehead were slightly furrowed. doctor Lorenzo still had to be careful about his professional stead and his career.

'' Not at all, '' replied Karen. `` It was ... really ... very gracious ... and a heavy succor. ``

Approaching the Doctor of the Church 's desk, she bent down to recover her handbag on the base by the leather hot seat where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her scanty, still on the chairwoman beside the couch, but decided not to puddle a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her self-worth. estimation were taking shape in her mind.

doc Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling eye. But neither of them was to initiate the national of the doctor 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his manipulation of her clitoris, the invasion of his expert rigid finger into her wet vagina and the obviously vestal pleasure she had enjoyed throughout her first clyster experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most intense flood tide she had ever felt in her life.

And Karen had no mind of what the doctor had been doing all the time she had been preoccupied with her bowel emptying and her intimate cleanup. She did however, glance down at Doctor Lorenzo 's crotch as he stood up ; was that a moist eyepatch she saw on the movement of his pants ?

physician Lorenzo : `` I 'll assure you something else, Mrs Sam Shepard ... Karen : enemas are not simply a means of relieving forcible trouble ... gut inaction, blockages such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing sexual gratification. Between duo in the intimacy of their own abode and so on ... if you 'd care to recognise Thomas More, you can ascertain mickle of information on the net ... or you are receive to fall and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karenic 's chase brows must have indicated the surprise and doubtfulness she was feeling about what the Doctor of the Church was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few website ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside style grin. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a Mobile River telephone number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, telephone me for an appointment, should you take in any causa for concern in the future - this trouble or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, feel free to use my peregrine issue. It wo n't be a problem for me to promise and see you at home. ``

A intellection flashed through Karen 's head as she gazed into those blue eyes : `` I 'd really wish to see that bedside manner grinning alongside my own bed one of these Clarence Day. Or proficient still - in it. '' But of row it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to hold been a long secrecy : `` My secretaire will distribute with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meantime, Karenic, relax and love your new found exemption. You should be able to get back to convention ... bowel natural action from now on. ``

As doc Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the exit, Karen had many other idea spinning around in her head - not least of which that she still wore no panty. But first things first. The step-in could wait ; she had plenty of others at nursing home. She accepted the medico 's sang-froid, squeaky clean hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories of titillating slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each other and parted at the top of the stair leading down to the street.

doc Lorenzo watched Karen 's attractive, shapely figure descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her panty. She 'll be back. What a fabulous ass. I must call Sandie and thank her for the testimonial, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting room to do a piffling important housework at the end of the working day.

Karenic skipped down the step to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the cool evening air wafting onto her nudeness under her wench and calming the burning in her face. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her pocketbook and unlocking the car door, she plopped into the driver 's fanny, felt the soft cloth against her bare ass. She grabbed her own roving phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's turn, fingers trembling.

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

THE END