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Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Shepard, an attractive but shy, somewhat self-conscious divorcée in her thirties, had a personal job. It was a by way of an confidant and embarrass matter, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the to the lowest degree enthusiastic about going to see a MD and discussing her quandary, especially as she had only just taken up residence in a new home in the state, and did n't know any of the doctors in the nearby town at all.

rear home, in her previous spirit, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a lifelong admirer of the family. Doctor Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the same poop since Karen was a just piffling lady friend, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a teenager, when forcible matters can be a trouble, she never had any inhibitions about going to the operating theater, and felt she could peach to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing body, her time period, her budding breasts, her vaginal infection, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the closeness of consulting your medico from a very ahead of time age. And for Karen it was sometimes well-to-do to spread out up and discuss her most informal secrets with a physician she 'd known all her aliveness, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this country Ithiel Town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the idea of going to see a unknown doctor for the first time come upon care into her ; each meter she thought about having to do it, vibration started in her titty, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't inhabit with her little problem forever. But she kept putting off the side by side vital but important step, still hoping vainly that the subject would resolve itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the days and calendar week passed, and Karen did n't find out the bravery to scale her timidness and shout out a doctor for an date. Not only was Karenic shy, but she suffered from anxiety flak sometimes, and this predicament was not helping her in her daily lifespan. At all.

Karen Shepard reflected on all this at home base alone one fountain daybreak, clutching her mug of tea in her two paw and gazing out of her kitchen windowpane across the vast orchard bordering her new home. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in danger of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex life-time, having this wretched complication every day. She had a dependable and caring buff, but she had n't dared secern Larry anything about her care. Her natural shyness and inherent prohibition, prevented her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, why in recent times she had been so loth to perpetrate herself to entire sexual love, like before.

Larry lived a few minute'repulse away, but she had started to invent reasons to avoid him staying overnight at her nursing home. She nevertheless felt such a substantial affection for him and loved the sex, the closeness and the warm comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had guilty feelings about this state of affairs.

They had met during a two-day body of work group discussion, which Larry attended as elderly representative of one of the supplier companies her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how to make do with it ; ultimately he found her dark looks and shapely build captivating. For her part, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's loosen up personality and safe looks. He got her feeling relaxed in his party within a very unforesightful fourth dimension.

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant eve, and Karen had got to palpate more than unwound than for a very long metre, thanks to Larry 's easy 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 very much at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be content that night with a abbreviated candy kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient role for another two weeks, before Karen allowed things go in a intimate direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karen again in the Sami restaurant, and she had invited him into her plate for the very low fourth dimension. She had prepared herself in advance ; the theater and especially her bedroom were clean and spotless, fresh canvas on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but allowing her to conceal her timidity. Over dinner party, and later when they settled together into her lush sofa on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink a little Thomas More wine-colored than was her wont, and she felt well and truly set now to invest herself to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two calendar week of getting to know him.

Kissing seemed slack up, tender and natural, becoming more fervent as the present moment passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their glass of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially strip, Karen 's breast 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, hand in hand to the DoI and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than ready for what was to follow ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, backtalk locked hard, clapper 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 subdivision for him to join her, before hauling a plane over them and slipping off her panty.

It was the starting time time that anyone had been capable to manoeuvre Karenic in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that Night a new face 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, Karenic began to realise there really was anxiety-free lifetime after five geezerhood of sterile, wasted marriage. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the balance of his own clothes and thrown them carelessly on the sleeping accommodation floor, nervously fished out of his trouser pocket a safe and rolled it onto his throbbing curl erection, their coupling was fast and furious that first metre. Karen, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the sheet covered bed. His back talk was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing his defenseless body down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her tit briefly, then recall to nibble her hot back talk, seek her willing tongue again. Feeling for the firstly time the joy of flesh against flesh, overwhelmingly raring to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his human knee, slipped his corpse, bursting, rubber covered hardness far into Karenic 's moist depths and ejaculated quickly with a grunt of joy. Such was his overmaster excitement at this initial and long-awaited incursion of his new partner 's soft and welcoming body.

Karen, 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 tight against Larry 's shank. She savoured the vividness of this hard, curved, pulsating organ inside her pussy as it spurted its semen into the safe, relished that she had been able to present pleasure to Larry with her dead body, enjoyed too, the weight of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting firmly into her mouth.

As his penis shrunk away and slipped out of Karen 's pussy, the semen filled condom barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his hasty ejaculation, though Karen said zero on the thing, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to cast away of the condom, duly knotted, and after a suited import of relaxation, kissing and mutual caressing under the sheet, he found his erection returning quickly enough. At the right moment, he was able to turn over for another condom without any Sir Thomas More uncertainty, and this 2nd time, to luxuriate in the soft moistness of Karen 's hot inner sanctum. Her ramification hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's penis into her uterus. He slowed his pace this sentence, allowing Karenic to find the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic thrusts to buss her generous breasts, suck her hard mamilla for long moments, then her oral cavity, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once to a greater extent. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic pace, attainment and rhythm method, felt something happening to her for the first time.

Minutes later, Karenic had her very start penetrative climax. Seconds after she came, Larry spurted a second load of seminal fluid into his rubber, inside Karen 's soft, warm, welcoming damp. She was taken by surprise by the pep pill with which the climax came over her, trembled and shook as the jerking of Larry 's throbbing phallus increased the ace of pleasure inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's hardness became softness and he slipped away from her once again.

This time, Karen held Larry much tighter to her breast, loving the odor and feel of his knockout, slim physical structure, as they both breathed hard, boldness to cheek. This was quite new for Karenic, and she trembled with the joy of it, feeling the safety of Larry 's arms around her, his gentle heating and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'arms, and found each other again and again during the Nox. They were More than a piddling reluctant to percentage on Dominicus evening, after an intensely closelipped dark and long day, during which they only left Karen 's bed to use the bathroom or to eat, and only when thirstiness took over briefly.

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally good during those weeks after they became buff, and they began to drop most weekends together, either at Karen 's domicile or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in mitt in the country, they filled every waking hr with abandon, discovering each others'bodies ; in Karenic 's fount, a controlled abandon to the extent that she capable to loosen up into the kinship. She discovered that it was possible to reach very intense penetrating sexual climax without having to make for a plastic penis, a vibrating tube-shaped structure, and to share them with a caring married person for the low time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a self-centred man and a selfish lover, her only consummate sacking had been through furtive and lonely masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to attain peak 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 contraceptive pill, he was more than than aware as well that risk of disease still made Karenic anxious. He was careful and considerate to use extra protective covering in the betimes twenty-four hours of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to earmark pelt against peel in the most intimate orifice of her consistence, and receive his germinal fluid into her. She did n't know if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two month she was very comfortable indeed in her relationship with him, and hoped that it would last. Her old bouts of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's raw inhibitions in thing of sex showed early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from ready to rush into the more taboo field of adult love life. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his qualities of mildness and agreement. For a long time, though, their lovemaking was unbowed forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the sail ; always intense and ultimately satisfying, but Larry 's yearner term, gamey desires were thwarted by Karenic 's reluctance to experiment. He would have got liked to move forward in their intimacies, to mouthful and share the more proscribe zone of the kingdom of the flesh, enjoy viva sex. But he had to measure his pace ; any pressure on such a reticent and potentially nervous woman as Karen could be fatal to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was already in erotic love, and would do nil to scare Karen away at such a critical stage of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a amatory dinner and fetch her overnight bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a tea cozy, amatory weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could find no ostensible logic in her sudden climb-down, especially since matter had gone so well up to now. He had done null wrongly. Karenic did n't give signs that she wanted to take the family relationship to an end, but at the Lapp sentence was pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out mutually exclusive signals.

Chapter Two - Karenic alone :

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

She felt a unattackable desire, certain. She would observe it easy to get going to lubricate, just watching a amorous film at home alone or reading a Mills & Boone. Or after a late nighttime Wednesday phone conversation with her buff, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive parole to energize her. As he whispered his yearning, his adoration for her and described how he loved to hold and buss her titty, nibble her puff up teat, stroke her back and especially her rear end, she would finger her facial expression outpouring with selfish pleasure, the heat rise in her loin and her pussy 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 imaginary caresses on her body, the mental images of his hard, curved penis and his slim, business firm dead body.

session beside the headphone tabular array on her low stool, legs akimbo, she would leaven her foresighted cotton Nox dress over her waist and energy aside her step-in. She would reserve the fingers of her exempt mitt to stroke over the sassing of her trimmed kitty-cat very lightly, not probing, just a overture to more serious attention later. For those few transactions she longed to stimulate Larry 's rigid shaft inside her body, to palpate it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that special way that now made her flood tide so easily. Then to finger the brawny jerking of his tool and the squirt of his seed, to know that he was squirting and draining his liquid state 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 make for herself off, to make up for what she had been missing with Larry through the workings days, to release some of this pent up mania - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be capable right now to let him read over her body as they both would take liked. And somehow there was a perceptible decrease of those initial impulse ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, Night dress high up over her tit, pantie off, legs wide, nous back on her pillow. Eyes closed, she would rub her button with her digit, roll her generous bosom, emergency her enlarged nipples, feeling the itch begin to get on, then taking out her thick, flexible pink charge card vibrator from its personal drawer, would commence to play it around her sensitive twat lips. She would tease her clitoris and vaginal opening for a piece, anticipating the introduction of this plastic cock. And then, the itch to orgasm would begin to recede almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On more than one function like this, feeling almost desperate to prove 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 lubricate jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy charge plate organ over her most sensitive pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in deep and voiceless and riotous, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the furiousness and rapidity of her natural process. She pinched her nipples harder ; she sought More phantasy in her headspring, cried out Larry 's epithet. But it did n't study ; the more she insisted, the worse it became. She had no coming at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the excessive clash. She would bewilder her dildo onto the floor in wrath and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and very dark for herself.

Karen soon got do-or-die ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the sooner the better. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and night. She had austere breadbasket infliction intermittently, her sex life sentence was in suspension, she risked losing a man who had become near to her. Something had to be done. And soon.

Chapter Three - Karen and Sandie :

Karen had been in this belittled townsfolk in the country just a few months, and had made only one friend during this prison term apart from Larry. A younger girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson, proved to be a full, reliable friend to Karen ; she helped Karenic find her way around her new job during the subsidence in period, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each former 's company. They began to spend metre together outside function hours, having a drink, or just relaxing at menage to watch television, to heed to euphony and to shoot the breeze. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and dreams, invented loony, unacceptable plot of land to bring about the downfall of unpleasant confrere, discussed intimacy of the nitty-gritty to the degree that Karenic felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much more open in many slipway than her new friend, so Karenic listened rather more than talked, but that suited her just fine, in view of her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the connubial intentions of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a high sex driveway, and more than one beau and quiescence partner. Karenic did n't judge her morals at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her common soldier life and working career, and how she floated openly between lovers without feeling the obligation to opt one or the other as a perm fixedness in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the health risks that Sandie obviously took in her intimate promiscuity.

But despite these differences in their trust tier and sexual attitudes, and their fundamental mental attitude towards men, they got on exceptionally well. Karen admired openly Sandie 's optimism and confidence, and Sandie cheered Karenic up if she felt a footling maudlin. She once tried to boost Karen to consider a second lover, but for Karen one man was quite enough. More than enough, in the light of her current condition.

One evening, Karenic finally asked Sandie about doc. She did n't say outright what her need was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to realise the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her intimate penury right then. Without hesitation, Sandie directed her to a certain medico Lorenzo. With a wicked smiling, she said : `` He 's the best, and what 's more, the best looking doc for miles around. ``

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

The following morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising more than ever the importance of her need, 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 sympathetic woman immediately gave her a latterly fitting, for that same evening, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karen and Dr. Lorenzo :

Karenic was late arriving at the surgical procedure of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional Department of State ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the destination was in townspeople, but finished by walking around several occlusion before stumbling into the large natural oak door of the rectify construction. At the entree was a polished establishment plaque : Doctor of the Church Marcel Lorenzo MD, superior general Practitioner.

18 arcminute late for her assignment, Karen ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs and burst clumsily and panting into the medico 's reception, where she found the doctor 's writing table, a field, frumpish middle-aged char waiting for her. She had her coat already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

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

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

wooden chair on the opponent side of the room, smoothed down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and the push button of her blouse, to tidy herself up. After a brief interphone call to the doctor to announce Karen 's arrival, the secretary bid her honest evening and left.

As the minute of arc slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karen worried and worried Sir Thomas More and more about the coming consultation ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would own trouble finding the right wing word of honor to explain and then discuss the detail of her predicament to this strange Dr.. Not many words were necessary in realty, but she knew she would probably blush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', Doctor Stroud. But now it was almost too late to bend and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense five Sir Thomas More minutes, there was a sudden click as the door leading to Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a minor explosion of fear in Karen 's chest of drawers ; out stepped a Brigham Young man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her direction, he left, and Karenic waited again. A moment later, she heard a soft but very masculine voice inviting her to come right in. Taking a trench breath, she stood up, and knees shaking, white meat thud, she entered the inner sanctum of the consulting room and finally came face to face with MD Lorenzo.

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

His comportment was immediately telling, mentation Karen. Unlike her old confidant, physician Stroud, he was not wearing a white full length laboratory coat, but a blench blue, short sleeved tie-less shirt and shameful trousers. Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to match his hair on his head and on his forearms and the spinal column of his hands. The Italian bloodline was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karenic remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very giving man. Probably in his heart 1940s, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a small saltation of another sort in her tit, and the tiniest feminine joy from seeing this dark haired man with very Patrick White tooth smiling before her. As she slipped her hired man into that of doctor Lorenzo, she felt his poise squeeze and another pleasant petite growth in her instant. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of his encompassing dark oak desk with red leather inset. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of data file and a portable computing machine, which was open on the incline. Karen also noticed a picture chassis, but it was turned away from her. Probably a family exposure, she thought.

Karenic sank hesitantly into a very well-to-do, just armchair of the Lapplander red leather, placed her handbag on the floor at her foundation and clasped her hands together on her lap. Her knuckles soon became ovalbumin.

Waiting for the medico to verbalise, she glanced around, noticing an interrogation couch on one incline of the elbow room, and a small washbowl on the other. There was what looked like a toilet cabinet behind her, to one position of the entrance room access. Light came in brightly from a in high spirits frosted chicken feed window behind doctor Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all variety of char 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 soma of her body underneath her scrunch up white blouse and brown chick, he saw that it was not bad at all, with lofty breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned front. And her face was pretty too, framed by short, neat, dreary hairsbreadth. An tote up fillip. He allowed himself, therefore, the foolery of a svelte twitching of his penis and line to run into his lower veins, looking forward to the first gear occasion he would be able to see his new patient 's eubstance unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought sharply, to look down and open another blue Indian file on the desk in strawman of him. He found very minuscule info inside, just Karen 's name, address and telephone number, and a note : `` ... new to surface area, recommended by acquaintance, Sandra McPherson ... ''

seeing these few, but meaningful quarrel, in an split second, Doctor 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 send for her, to remind her that she ought to do for her veritable 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too busy, maybe he would visit by her house sometime, by arrangement, of track. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to give the coming into court of being lull, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky vox, her recent arrival in the territorial dominion, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two polite inquiry about her past tense life sentence and her workplace. He was glad, he said, to get her on his lean of affected role. He explained too that he would have to get contingent of her medical checkup history, and therefore needed to get her files from her previous doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to answer the head in as relaxed manner as possible, but dreaded deep inside the instant when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the dot where it would be necessary to know why she had really come to see him.

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

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

This was it. Karenic began to panic again. respiration hard, she opened her lip and tried to speak. Recognising her hesitation, Doctor Lorenzo placed his elbow on his desk, clasped his paw together in front of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Shepard ; tell me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to help. ``

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

nothing sensible was coming out, and Karenic 's panic could only get more vivid, if she did n't find a way to ejaculate out her concern. She tried toilsome to decoct ; she had had plenty of time - all day to design what to say, but her logical system had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

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

'' Ah ! '' responded Doctor Lorenzo. `` I see, a dubiousness of toilet. I suspect that you mean you are suffering from a bust of impairment, is that it ? ''

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

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling worse than she had ever felt in her life, even bad than on the day when she started her periods for the kickoff sentence and soaked her knickers, her clothes and her school seat with unexpected and terrifying puerile menstrual leakings.

Doctor Lorenzo 's next few word were carefully measured to try and form Karen set out to feel more at ease and reassure her that he was there to help her with medical matters. He explained, simply that constipation was a very uncouth ill, and there really was no motive to feel abash about it. He was sure he could conclude her condition. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasure of examining Karen naked or partly undressed, and the selection of discussion, which he would also enjoy. His phallus twitched yet again and started to meet up quite seriously. physician Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's gasp under his desk, and taking deep breathing time, Karen began to decide a slight better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't need to address for a small while, as the smiling, friendly doc went on to explain, in a fairly matter-of-fact doc 's way, how constipation could spring up for various reasonableness. He asked about her daily and weekly dieting, whether she ate a lot of vegetables and cereals, drank a lot of pee, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a change of water could be one of the causes of irregularity. And of grade, anxiety itself would n't assist. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some particular what she had been habitually eating and drinking.

They established that she had had very few satisfactory sojourn to the toilet in the last month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and painful. She had suffered hard stomach aches for several Day.

Then, question came up about Karen 's sexual bodily function, and MD Lorenzo explained how deadening could sometimes affect the power to relax during sexual coition. Of form, Karen knew all about this from commencement helping hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into contingent about her family relationship with Larry and her masturbatory blocking. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulties'in that domain.

The MD seemed perfectly to understand Karen 's hesitancy to say more, measuring the worked up personality of his new and interesting patient with his many years of medical experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the pleasure of helping this reasonably new patient role could be even greater than he had a first thought process it might. Karen might even be the unadulterated patient for his flair of treatment, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual king now flowing strongly through the venous blood vessel in his penis.

Unaware of this inconspicuous, increasing rip flow in her new doctor 's nether regions, Karen began to relax. Her respiration slowed, the thumping in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own blood began to run back into her fingers again.

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

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

'' number one, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., I want you to try and decompress. We will find the sound solution
for you, do n't worry. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the right thing in coming to see me. '' From his own stop of aspect especially, he thought.

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

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Dr. Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate subject, and it 's perfectly innate that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this soreness, and as a doctor, I am well placed to suggest one of several solvent available. ''

He seemed to reflect for a moment or two, then : `` start, I should sway out a round-eyed examination. Of your anus, Mrs Alan Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse and repository, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to have another female present. ``

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

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

Doctor Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently get and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and common soldier nether region, and the whole idea simply appal Karen, almost frightened her to end - no subject how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the unretentive potential time available, Karen decided that his apparent kindness and his promise to be blue-blooded were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his proposals, she would be back at square one ; she would go on suffering a spell longer, and would eventually have to return. Or worse : she would have to go see another doctor, who might not be as kind and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's falter, almost inertia, gave the green light to MD Lorenzo, and he stood up and take in Karen to go over to a waist high, house leather couch against a rampart of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a full length paper towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underclothes, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his back, and Karen, having no selection, but still trembling, reached quickly under her wench, slipped down her thin panty, folded it and placed it on a professorship alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her skirt to continue as just she could her upper stage and second joint, she lay back, placed her head onto a diffused pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustle of the paper indicated to medico Lorenzo that she was lying down and well-heeled, he turned back towards Karen and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very fine, colorless rubber-base paint gloves.

Stretched out like that, staring at the bulwark, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless fix to cave in herself up at last to whatever the doctor decided was requisite. She just wanted to get this examination over, drag on her step-in 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 examination she might be better turned away from him, onto her left side, and waited as she shuffled again into that post. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that brown stage business skirt of Karen's.

There was a moment 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just lift up your skirt, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left face, and feeling cool, pleasant air on her buttocks, thighs and wooden leg, she heard him say : `` Please bend up your right wing leg up to your chest, keeping your left wing leg heterosexual person. Relax, this will only take a few second ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

doctor Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pale softness of Karen 's defenseless behind and thigh for the first time. He was certainly ingrain. His penis was fully gruelling in an jiffy. His eyes opened wider in mysterious pleasure. Here we go again, he thought.

'' start, I 'll just rub a petty sterilised lube between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to facilitate the incursion of my finger. Is this the inaugural time you 've had such an examination ? ``

Hearing a speech sound of ratification, he went on : `` I 'll be as patrician as possible ... .I do n't think you 'll find it too uncomfortable ... .. just a picayune ... ..strange the outset meter, but not painful. Some people even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his penis was now very backbreaking indeed, and was pushing at the social movement of his bloomers. Luckily, there was no tenting seeable, due to the usual constriction of his underpants, but he was enjoying the exhilaration so far, the friction of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the succeeding few minutes to come. It was an examination he had done a thousand clip, and he had never failed to love this totally intimate exploration and digital invasion of the distaff soundbox. In curtly, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karen, however, was now in turmoil. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to touch her delicate piffling anus, and in Holocene epoch days she had felt such an ongoing soreness, a sharp discomfort there, due to her efforts to go to void her intestine. Now, this man was going to bottom her frail petty bud with his finger ! Her respiration was getting More and more rapid as she waited, bum and second joint exposed to the fresh air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting way, and what 's Thomas More, totally exposed to his uninhibited regard.

She did n't sleep with the outcome that this sight had already on the doctor 's genitals.

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the tripping of a tinge of latex paint covered palm and fingerbreadth on one of her bum cheeks, a squeeze, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery substance being spread by a finger, then several fingers, onto the orbit around the tiny mess of her anus.

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karen. Her earliest terror receded momentarily. It was sorting of like a igniter fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This preparedness went on for a few retentive moment, and then she heard Doctor Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very moderately backside ''.

Karenic 's meat leapt in her chest. She did n't have it off whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a doctor 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 know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to conceive of he was saying it to deflect her from the intimacy of the examen she was undergoing for the very first prison term, as part of his checkup proficiency, to lighten the situation somewhat. She blushed, said nada, and waited.

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

At the very same instant, she felt the atmospheric pressure of something, a finger, she knew it was for certain, against her tiny anal hatchway. She felt herself tense up. The abstemious pressure sensation stayed there whilst Doctor Lorenzo said : `` Now you will experience my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Alan Shepard. When you feel it closet harder, try to decompress your anal musculus, I shall be about to penetrate your pretty trivial anus ; if you feel any pain or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll intermit to leave you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... MD '' replied Karenic, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwished, but predicted, and now inevitable, inescapable penetration of her well-nigh secret orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt abrupt against Karen 's little puckered cakehole, then she felt a sharper, uncomfortable champion as the finger's breadth, this alien object, met the initial resistance of her anal ring. She wanted to arrest it, push away the encroacher. A second 's hesitation, more pressure, then his finger's breadth slid in, just a centimetre, no more. Karenic gasped out loud.

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

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karen shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very strangest feeling, to let a man 's digit, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very offset prison term. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

MD Lorenzo held his finger just inside her bum hole for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign occupancy of her inner holy place. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide deeper, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a time. Soon, Karenic had the impression that her entirely anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her hint. She could n't determine yet whether it was really irritating or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a impregnable urge to pooh-pooh this hard object by contracting her anal muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karenic and gazing at her endearing buttocks, his fingerbreadth planted just inside her ass, was having a truly not bad meter. His cock was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his bloomers. He wanted to turn it out of his wearable and do something with it. But that would not be not proper ; he was a doctor and was required to act to a certain code of ethics, after all. So for the moment, with his gratuitous hand he just re-arranged his turncock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulgy tip now freer to expand and throb inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader Begin to drop off. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This time, Karenic tried not to balk, tried to slack up and allow the enemy to drive its way into her. This sentence, physician Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth slid in easier, and a footling foster. He smiled delightedly in his own buck private world of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his side. She knew zip of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to unbend, not an easily thing to do at this instant. The finger pulled back again, then thrust forward, a niggling quicker. Karen managed to unstrain a diminutive bit. The sensation now was not really irritating inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as Doctor Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging finger moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the doctor 's instant knuckle, then to the point of accumulation of his fingerbreadth length, encountered a blockage. Karen 's breathing changed, from a previously unquiet rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited reaction in her thorax. And in her grim body too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no prospicient a truly medical interrogation, but an act of stimulation that she was experiencing. The slick penetration of Doctor Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a even and persistent cadence, and as the mo passed, she no longer had that urge to repel the invader. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving poke of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally sympathize how a woman could allow 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 beginning of genuine sexual upheaval. Her pussy felt very affectionate and moist, and she began to worry about the possibleness of her lovemaking juice starting to run visibly out of her pussy lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't quit her oral fissure possibility and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not get away Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he leave out the distinct trembling in Karenic 's lower eubstance as he thrust his digit back and forth into her somewhat lilliputian ass. As ever, he was enjoying his piece of work as a medical practitioner. His cock strained at his clothing, rock difficult and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early need release for sacking, wanted to feel the chill air on his cock, and then more.

doctor Lorenzo 's voice reached Karen 's pinna, despite her fond mental absence from the reality of the consulting room : `` Are you alright there, Mrs Alan Shepard ? '' Am I hurting you ? Nearly finished ... I think I 've almost assessed the nature of the blockage in your sweet little bum. ``

Karen managed to say quietly `` No, doc, I 'm delicately. ''

And then the doctor 's finger receded for the last meter ; there was a small wet popping noise as it left the sanctitude of her anal opening. Karenic suddenly felt a sensation of loss. She wanted to cry out `` Do n't go, keep your finger 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 examen. Flushed with inflammation, her vagina now throbbing and even surfactant, she waited for Doctor Lorenzo 's next words.

She felt what she imagined to be a tarriance, latex-gloved caress of both fundament, then the prickly sense impression of newspaper 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 Sam Shepard. Your passably minuscule bum is all unclouded and shining again. If my lilliputian exam has brought on a need to go to the crapper, feel free people to use the press over there. And when you 're set we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her panty and looking over at Doctor Lorenzo 's all-encompassing book binding and articulatio humeri as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost shameful way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this whole experience to the extent that her pussy was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her raw lean and initial fearfulness.

The genuine insight of her dead body had proved to be much less of an ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a pleasure of a kind she could not stimulate imagined before. Her thinking accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there right wing for her at that wink, she would hold dragged him close to her, ripped unfold his pant, grabbed and caressed his familiar hardness, hastening to sense his hard cock inside her, front or back, she would n't care. She would have done everything with him, raced to a common orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather hot seat, and doc Lorenzo 's vocalisation once again brought her back to realism : `` 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 spry root is advisable. There are what we might call 'small enema'available at the pharmacy. These are very keen and slowly to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at home, in add up secrecy ; they are often sufficiently efficient, in many cases of constipation, to prompt an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karenic nodded, felt her boldness colour up again. Her pantie had become damp between her thighs, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing rate was still high, but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

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

Karen just nodded again, not really following his meaning, but recognising that there was some variety of lifesaving alternative lurking in Doctor Lorenzo 's creative thinker. Her nub was fluttering now with breathless anticipation.

'' Once again, in order to cause rapid stand-in from your ... blockage this evening, you must localize your personal confidence in me to take out a full enema. Of course, we wo n't suffer the help 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 tell you that the unscathed thing will be quite painless, even agreeable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full clyster ! A wide-cut enema ! Karen 's eyes opened wide, and the MD realised her response of care immediately, saw her rush, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Shepard. It will only need a short sentence, and you will be able to go home plate this evening entirely relieved of your closure and feeling a whole lot better than you did before you arrived here early. ``

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his power to remain calm and 'professional'in front of this diffident woman with the pretty facial expression and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself more than he had for a retentive time ; since Sandie McPherson 's survive visit in fact.

A interruption, allowing Karen to tuck her thought process, then : `` Agreed ? Shall we try it ? ''

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

The tidings 'start where we left off'made Karen 's heart thump again, but not completely out of fear this time. The previous five minutes had been so good that she thought about the enema with foreknow pleasure, even though she did n't really know what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began Dr. Lorenzo, turning his back momentarily. `` Take off your panty again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now strong. He was in more than of a rushing to get to the next stage of Karen 's treatment.

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her pantie, placing it on the Sami chairperson, and lay down on the leather lounge on her will face, as before, bending up her right-hand leg towards her chest. She heard the smack of latex baseball mitt being donned, and then for what seemed a few transactions, some rustling noises around the consulting room.

There was the running game of water, as though the doctor was filling a feeding bottle or jug from a tap. She began the process of trying to loosen again whilst all this was taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room rampart behind the lounge. Then she saw out of the turning point of her eye medico Lorenzo appear at the bottom end of the couch, wheeling a grandiloquent 'T'form metal stand, with a heavy, liquid filled credit card bag hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a m long, trailing from the bag, had a petty stop tap at the top and a belittled nozzle at the nates 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 affectionate water and soap, by the way, for your comfort. The most efficient solution for enemas is normally coffee and warm water, but for now, soap and water will cause 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 ripe ... more comfortable ... on your spine for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a lilliputian hesitation. Once on her back, she felt the fogginess of a pillow pressed against her bare buttocks. She lifted her derriere automatically, allowing the pillow to slide underneath, thus raising her kitty-cat and her anal opening a few centimetres clear of the sofa. 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 utter buttocks this time. ''

Karen blushed deeply, smiled, decided it was this doc 's bedside manner again, his particular way to help her relax. Not knowing what to reply, and in any typeface no longer afraid like before, she said cypher ; she waited for further command, tenderness beating delightfully fast.

'' good, now raise up your knee towards your chest please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the cap, Karen raised her genu up towards her chest, her dame falling back over her waistline. She pressed her knees together bashfully, very mindful that even so, the doctor would be treated to an unexclusive view down below of her neatly trimmed loins, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the English of the couch.

belief newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her feet flat on the newspaper towel covered couch and allowed her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow down down, her white meat would not barricade thud ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this enema experience would feel. She was going into the unknown.

Right now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fright she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half shameful sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensations she had earlier enjoyed inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot pussy 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 private and commodious lot she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards coming, with or without dildo. It would have to await, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to take care to her growing motivation. And perhaps this sentence, she would get that long overdue fulfillment, if the doctor succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As Dr. 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 enema electron tube in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her articulatio genus, as though testing the duration and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karenic opened her knees, knowing what was to come. The Doctor held her center for a endorsement or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his risque middle dropped down to her genitalia. His brow raised up ; it seemed he could n't stop himself saying : `` Mmm Mrs Shepard, you have not only a pretty bum, I see. ``

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to worry about the morals of her medico, Karen thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed insight of her anus bound to come. His burden personal remarks served only to boost this strident sensation of intimate titillation she was feeling, and Karenic ventured to look at Doctor of the Church Lorenzo in a more heart-to-heart way. She began to opine him as a intimate better half, wondered how he would be underneath his black trousers. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and stand, she even dared glimpse down to his genitalia. Was that a excrescence down there ?

She had felt his signature, but only through latex paint boxing glove ; now she began to fantasize about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's hands on her ass and thighs, his professional touch becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to imagine how that cock 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 flux down below and Karen felt very skillful indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now receive encroachment of her puckered, slightly enlarged anal opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen 's vagina, it was unimaginable not to see that her kitty lips were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and physician Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his examination earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain effect'on his patient. His cock was still pulsing strongly and his blue eyes gleamed, though Karenic 's saw none of this ; her forefront 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 tactile sensation of cool slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner rear and anus by caressing finger. Karen began to catch one's breath a fraction heavier, not in anxiousness now, but in totally illicit pleasure. Those amazingly expert, experienced Doctor 's digit moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal hullabaloo increasing by the minute. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and dip it voiceless into her juice dripping pussy. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or snap up the medico and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the high spirits, the mania rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clitoris. It must own been, surely must get been, an accident. Her abject trunk jumped as a sharp spate of joy went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her brain came up from the pillow, to look straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling gamey eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, condone me '' said the doctor, and stopped spreading the lubricating substance for a moment. `` Sorry if that hurt. ``

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

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

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

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

Her promontory went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the feel of the cool slippery lube and physician Lorenzo 's experient fingers 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 back passage once again, paused for a here and now and slipped, this time more easily into her secret hole. seventh heaven, thought Karen, loving the return of this once feared invasion of her anus.

Immediately, her anal muscles relaxed without her having to think about it, and she waited for those delicate, rhythmical finger-thrusts into her welcoming hole. Her excitement began to mount up again, almost back to its previous horizontal surface ; her secretion began to flow and she just knew that the newspaper publisher towel would soon be flooded with her intimate juices. She was beyond lovingness. She wanted it to go on and on.

MD Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the feel of his set tumescence inside his gasp, the silk slip caressing his clod, enjoying the liberties of familiarity he was taking with this mythic female ass and slit, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating fingerbreadth. He too was leaking intimate succus from the end of his aching cock. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was mindful that the finger stopped moving, then slipped out with the same sloppy plop sound as before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo reaching for the end of the clyster tube. Pulling it again towards and between her genu, then down in towards her crotch. He held it there for a import, as he explained the adjacent steps.

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

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was Thomas More than gear up for the unknown experience of her first base enema, and allowed her promontory to relax back once more onto the diffuse pillow. She wanted to feel this, apprise every scene of this sensation, not necessarily to look, but to experience, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a fingerbreadth again touching her minuscule brownish hole ? One of her bum cheeks was pressed to one face by latex covered, firm but mollify finger's breadth. A s 's wavering, and she felt a lilliputian nudge of the beak end beginning to penetrate her ass. It was modest than the doctor 's finger, somehow sharper, not so accordant. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft sensation of caressing finger's breadth was missing. Karenic could n't help finger just a bit disappointed, somehow deprived of something special, though the level of her excitement did n't fall one iota.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall open this little valve and reserve the liquidness to flow into your anus. You should have a warm, not unpleasant sensation of smooth filling your bowels for a while. In due track, if you should sense cramp iron at any second, you must narrate 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 stimulate a strong urge to go to the throne, but try to hold back as long as possible. When it gets impossible to reserve back, tell me and I 'll avail you to the cabinet. ``

Karen listened to all of this and nodded to confirm that she had understood the subroutine, relaxed and waited, head teacher back, totally compliant, totally and erotically well-fixed in her psyche and body.

Very soon, there was a delectable sentience of warm flowing liquid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karenic 's innards, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was marvelous, thought Karenic, almost refusing to think how such a operation, intended to bring around an unenviable health problem, could be so animal and sexually stimulating at the like metre. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the imprint her pussy lips were wide open and puff up and leaking her juice everywhere ; and the knowledge that the doctor had a full view of her stimulated crotch excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able to just rub her clit a little with her plastic toy, she would induce exploded into sexual climax in very curtly clip. 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 pants. Or better, fish out his swollen, stiff shaft and thrust it into the delightfully open and dripping wet pussy of his unexampled and prettiest patient, Karenic Shepard. He kept himself under control, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karen did n't forget that MD Lorenzo was there ; he became the physical object of her desires now. This turmoil in her bitch reminded her how much better everything would be if she could have got her love life box filled right now with Larry 's hard, stiff and throbbing cock. But the alone rooster anywhere near was that of the medico, and she wanted very badly to see it, disturb it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill her other orifice whilst this lovesome feeling swirled around inside her anus and intestine. She focused on this, as her sexual upheaval mounted.

Then suddenly the muscle spasm came. She cried out in terrible discomfort, and the doctor knew straight away what was wrong.

'' Hold on, Mrs Sam Shepard, it 's cramps ... .relax as a lot as you can, do n't displace. ``

With that, he lifted her dame higher over her waistline, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated latex gloved script, round of drinks and round, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how a lot skillful it ought to be without the baseball mitt. It was as though the doctor had read her mind. She heard the snapshot of latex, knowing that he had ripped the baseball glove off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lube. He rubbed gently in circles, he smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karenic forgot about the cramps pain, relaxed into the marvellous tone of the secure paw of her new, sour, handsome, sensual doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of warm liquid inside her bowels. MD Lorenzo carried on his ministration to Karen 's belly, enjoying his ability. Karenic carried on enjoying the caresses, the warm liquid 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, receptive and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juice onto the paper towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karen 's clothing, set his physical structure close up between her raised open thighs, 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 upheaval began to build even to a greater extent, as doc Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a little lowly, towards her closing cropped pubic area. Each time one of his hands went up and round, it descended a small lower, until she was aching for his hand to stay its journey to her swollen, dripping slit lips. She now wanted those fingerbreadth on her clit, to rub her to her first climax in respective weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was prepare to occur, and come hard. She just needed someone to touch the initiation and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

Dr. 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 heavy breathing, the salary increase and crepuscle of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The movements of Karen 's belly, lower body and second joint. No words were requirement. The palm of one hand slid down onto her upper second joint, then flick first into the shadow of Karenic 's thigh and pressed against the opening of her cunt, rubbed lightly at first on her cunt back talk, then up and onto her button. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her side. Pressing his get down consistence forward towards the sofa, his cloth covered hardness came into delicious contact with the bare sissiness of Karenic 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hand so that his medallion was covering her now swell up clitoris, he crooked his fingerbreadth and in an heartbeat it had breached her hot cunt sassing and was inside her.

Karen exploded. zero else was needed. She felt the air pressure of something firmly against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely physician 's finger inside her hot moistness and his decoration pressing on her clit were all that were necessary to bring her over the edge, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, excite violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. Eyes closed, her school principal thumped, her coxa raised themselves off the couch and quaked ; as her hip dropped, she felt the sharp jog of the enema nozzle inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even deeper, amplifying the surge of delight. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving breasts against her nipping E. B. White blouse and she kept on coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic contractions in her cunt.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo was rhapsodic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching dick against Karen 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping snatch with his finger and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this toothsome stop where his finger's breadth was penetrating her consistence, feeling the flabby build inside her vagina, the point where his decoration pressed down on her enlarged clitoris. As Karen 's chest heaved, his optic scanned the stunning fullness of her set up mamilla outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip open that blouse and suck them hard into his mouth, bite 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 to eke the finis shudder out of her orgasm.

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

medico Lorenzo wanted to issue forth with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her second joint against his orotund rooster, longing to portion this cute present moment of outrageous pleasure that he knew Karenic was enjoying right then. He wanted the Sami release, to experience his germ spitting out into the world, or deep into Karen 's consistency, from his sperm-full orchis and his rigid tool, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

As the saturation of her coming began to recede and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different kind of feeling. A sudden but certain build up of melted press in her stomach and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her optic astray, looked up to the viewpoint with the dangling bag. The nozzle of the clyster was still in her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquid. She thought she was going explode, in a dissimilar gumption of the word ; her judgment and her ass and the rest of her breathless, shaking dead body were in level ten panic state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of concern, recognised her contiguous need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slipperiness with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's thigh, he snapped into urgent health check practician action. His own pleasure had to wait a piece. He slipped his finger's breadth out of Karen 's vagina, gave a last caress of digit to her pussy lips. He eased the pressure of his penis against Karen 's leg, reached around to drop off the schnoz of the clyster out of her anus. Karen felt damp blips, tiny confidential information of ruefulness as first doctor Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more crucial going on right now. She was quick to evacuate, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a seance position. Their optic met for the kickoff fourth dimension in several proceedings, sparkling, but there was professional concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No words were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her modesty. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her human face was flushed and slightly contorted with the endeavor of self ascendency ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, messy fortuity right there in the consulting room. So totally preoccupied had she been with the amazing joy generated by the enema and doc Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden peak of press in her innards.

The doctor led her, clenching her ass brawn, quickly towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the door inwards and stepped aside to enable Karen to rush in and confound her bum impudence onto the inhuman toilet seat, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the force per unit area became too much to harbour back. He switched on the luminousness and closed the room access without a word.

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

The relief was almost beyond her immediate comprehension. After all those hebdomad of tensity and failure to assuage the terrible need to empty her bowel, it simply poured out of her. promontory back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the w.c. pot, for what seemed the like several minutes. Then as the pressure sensation reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the release of the w.c. cisterna. As the body of water gushed into the pot with almost as much volume as her insides had just spewed Forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal musculus, as though to try and force more to snuff it, to see that her viscera were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a tiny orgasm twitched inside her vagina, causing her to skip, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful return of the momentarily blank out pleasure in her pussy.

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

Was it all a dream ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a simple prescription curative ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal examination for the very maiden fourth dimension - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a replete clyster conducted by her new, sensual Doctor ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch of sexual excitement quite unknown in her previous life sentence, brought on by the enema and the manual care of this Same doc ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of toilet paper and began to clean herself up, she began to reckon about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to present 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 president by the couch. Quick beat of the tenderness again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

Head clearing, refer about her cleanliness, she went to the humble wash arena in the storage locker, and as topper she could, washed her manus with grievous bodily harm and pee, her ass and thighs the Saami. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal arena, lingering a while over her pussy mouth, enjoying the docile stimulant as she rubbed soap and then water over her genital lips.

Doctor Lorenzo 's well-favoured aspect and expert hands, that absolutely certain bulge in his pants, its friction against her thigh and the memory of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karen 's mind as she rubbed her pussy lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a secondly climax.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long overdue intestine relievo for Karenic, MD Lorenzo was masturbating furiously side by side threshold, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue succor.

The healthy Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his chair pushed back slightly, and looking across the elbow room at the closed bathroom storage locker room access behind which Karen was emptying her grit. The photo of his wife and puerile small fry was flatcar on the desk. His zipper was undefended and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue angel veined, long but slim down cock with its bulbous drumhead out of his silk slip ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karen's panty wrapped around his cock. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the potty ; 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 view him with turncock in hand in panty. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in endangerment. He knew, too, he had to be careful not to soil Karen 's already wet step-in. He pumped hard.

He heard the showtime flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to houseclean herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with piano commode composition. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the egotistical end of his knob. The eye of his cock leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his thumb as he rubbed. His chief was total of images of Karen 's swollen cunt sassing, her beautiful ass and thighs. 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 dislodge hand he reached into his desk drawer for a thick wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the paper gentleness, wishing it could be into Karenic 's scanty, or even better into her female softness instead.

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

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

medico Lorenzo now had Karen 's scanty against his nostril ; he was getting near.

At that minute, an enormous gush of seminal fluid ejected from Doctor Lorenzo 's penis, into his fistful of kleenex. His legs jerked, and his ass left his leather seat, his eyes closed tight onto images of ass and vagina and crispy Edward White blouse covered breasts. His promontory went back, mouth open, as the pleasance of his climax ripped through his balls and his cock. The throbbing was as acute as it had ever been in this situation. His reputation may have been at risk, but that did n't stop Doctor Lorenzo from taking danger, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a academic degree by a female patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his speciality, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his interjection soundlessly, before his ventilation began to calm down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the originative fluid began to seep through into his mitt, as he squeezed the pommel end hard, to drain out the last few bout of cum from his penis, and the utmost few jerky of pleasure. ventilation hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a orchis and threw it into his waste report bin ; he would get rid of that later, secure that his helper would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual substance abuse when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his slip, his zipper pulled up in second base, and the panty returned to the death chair by the interrogatory lounge, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly honorable, reputable but over-sexed medical exam practitioner went quickly over to his own personal lavabo to make sure that he would have scrubbed his hands clean of all ghost of cunt, cock, ass and lube, before Karenic, also scrubbed fresh, could re-enter his consulting room.

Inside the cabinet, Karen hurriedly rinsed and dried her hands again, checked her overall appearance in the mirror above the wash basin, straightened her clothing as best she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling bare under her skirt, her heart had started beating fast again. She grasped the door grip and pulled, thus returning to the brightness of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting elbow 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 Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.. ``

Not struggling to see her words at all now, Karenic replied : `` Oh yes Doctor Lorenzo, much much estimable. I ca n't secern you how much. ``

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

'' Absolutely, '' replied Karen, a little breathlessly. `` I have to allow, I was very anxious 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 desire that none of it has caused you any uncomfortableness ... gives you cause for complaint ... distress ... doubts about the whole affair ... '' His wickedness eye brows were slightly furrowed. Doctor Lorenzo still had to be deliberate about his professional billet and his career.

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

Approaching the doctor 's desk, she bent down to recoup her handbag on the level by the leather chair where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her panty, still on the chair beside the lounge, but decided not to fix a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave alone as quickly as potential, and with whatever was left of her self-worth. estimate were taking anatomy in her mind.

Doctor Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each former with smiling centre. But neither of them was to broach the study of the physician 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his handling of her clitoris, the intrusion of his expert rigid fingerbreadth into her wet vagina and the obviously virgin delight she had enjoyed throughout her first enema experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most intense climax she had ever felt in her lifespan.

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

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll tell you something else, Mrs Sam Shepard ... Karen : clyster are not simply a substance of relieving physical problems ... bowel inactivity, closure such as yours. They are often used as a mean of enhancing intimate gratification. Between duo in the familiarity of their own place and so on ... if you 'd like to know Thomas More, you can see wad of information on the net ... or you are welcome to come and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's furrowed eyebrow must give indicated the surprise and uncertainty she was feeling about what the doctor was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside personal manner smile. Then, handing her a calling card which Karenic noticed had a mobile telephone telephone number as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call me for an appointment, should you have any campaign for care in the future - this trouble or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, finger unblock to use my fluid number. It wo n't be a problem for me to anticipate and see you at household. ``

A thought flashed through Karen 's headland as she gazed into those juicy eyes : `` I 'd really care to see that bedside manner grin alongside my own bed one of these day. Or wagerer still - in it. '' But of class it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to feature been a farsighted silence : `` My secretary will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meantime, Karen, relax and enjoy your new found exemption. You should be able to get back to normal ... intestine activity from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the expiration, Karen had many early idea spinning around in her caput - not to the lowest degree of which that she still wore no panty. But first things first. The pantie could wait ; she had slew of others at home. She accepted the doctor 's assuredness, squeaky clean hand firmly into hers, felt his squeeze play, bringing back store of titillating slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each other and parted at the top of the step leading down to the street.

Doctor Lorenzo watched Karenic 's attractive, shapely figure descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her scanty. She 'll be back. What a mythological ass. I must call Sandie and thank her for the recommendation, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting room to do a little important housekeeping at the end of the working day.

Karen skipped down the stairs to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the coolheaded evening air wafting onto her nakedness under her doll and calming the burning in her typeface. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her bag and unlocking the car door, she plopped into the number one wood 's seat, felt the indulgent cloth against her bare ass. She grabbed her own mobile sound from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's number, fingers trembling.

'' low thing first, '' she spoke aloud, with a warm freshness of vivid and relieved anticipation as she waited for Larry to reply.

THE END