MRS Sam Shepard GOES TO THE DOCTOR'S

Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., an attractive but shy, somewhat self-aware divorcée in her mid-thirties, had a personal problem. It was a by way of an intimate and stymy matter, and it troubled her no end. She was not in the least enthusiastic about going to see a doctor and discussing her dilemma, especially as she had only just taken up manse in a new plate in the country, and did n't know any of the physician in the nearby townsfolk at all.

Back home, in her previous lifespan, she had grown up in a town where the doctor was a lifelong friend of the family. Doctor Stroud, whom Karenic always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the Saami quarter since Karen was a just fiddling girl, and everybody knew him and had confidence in him. Even as a teen, when physical matters can be a job, she never had any forbiddance about going to the OR, and felt she could blab to Doctor Stroud about anything at all - about her changing body, her periods, her budding chest, her vaginal infections, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the familiarity of consulting your doc from a very betimes age. And for Karen it was sometimes easier to spread out up and discuss her nearly intimate secrets with a doctor she 'd known all her life, than to talk to her parents.

But now, here, in this state town, where she knew almost nonentity yet, the estimate of going to see a strange doctor for the first time mint fear into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, vibration started in her breast, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't live with her little problem forever. But she kept putting off the succeeding vital but authoritative step, still hoping vainly that the issue would conclude itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the days and weeks passed, and Karenic did n't see the bravery to surmount her timidity and call a Doctor of the Church for an assignment. Not only was Karen shy, but she suffered from anxiety flak sometimes, and this predicament was not helping her in her day-by-day lifetime. At all.

Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. reflected on all this at home alone one leap morning, clutching her mug of tea in her two hand 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 danger of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex lifespan, having this wretched complication every day. She had a good and caring lover, but she had n't dared differentiate Larry anything about her vexation. Her raw shyness and constitutional inhibition, prevented her from finding the courage to explain to him, simply, why in Recent metre she had been so loth to pull herself to entire love, like before.

Larry lived a few hours'drive away, but she had started to invent understanding to fend off him staying overnight at her nursing home. She nevertheless felt such a unassailable affection for him and loved the sex, the closeness and the lovesome solace she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had shamefaced feelings about this situation.

They had met during a two-day oeuvre conference, which Larry attended as senior representative of one of the provider 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 deal with it ; ultimately he found her dismal spirit and shapely figure captivating. For her part, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's slacken personality and good looks. He got her feeling relaxed in his company within a very short sentence.

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel at the end of the conference. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel to a greater extent unwound than for a very longsighted clock time, thanks to Larry 's comfortable way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's hidden promise, there was to be no passionate night with Karen in his hotel room this time. She had not drunk a great deal at all, and insisted on driving herself home, alone ; Larry had to be content that nighttime with a brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then remain patient for another two calendar week, before Karenic allowed things go in a sexual direction.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karenic again in the same eating house, and she had invited him into her home for the very first clip. She had prepared herself in overture ; the planetary house and especially her bedroom were neat and spotless, bracing plane on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but allowing her to hold in her timorousness. Over dinner, and later when they settled together into her lush lounge on her garden terrace, she had allowed herself to drink a little more vino than was her substance abuse, and she felt well and truly ready now to commit herself to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of getting to know him.

necking seemed relaxed, tender and rude, becoming more fiery as the moments passed. confidant caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their chalk of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the couch, partially peel, Karen 's breasts bared to be kissed and sucked, and Larry 's penis released into the evening air to be stroked and squeezed by Karen 's timid finger. By the clock time they stood and moved wordlessly, hand in hand to the inside and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than ready for what was to observe ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, rima oris locked laborious, tongues thrashing together, work force exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

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

It was the first time that anyone had been able to manoeuver Karenic in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that night a new aspect to her sexuality ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprise at the speed of her entry and acquiescence, Karenic began to realise there really was anxiety-free liveliness after five years of sterile, wasted man and wife. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the remainder of his own clothes and discombobulate them carelessly on the bedchamber base, nervously fished out of his pant pocket a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved hard-on, their yoke was fast and wild that first time. Karenic, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the iniquity of the mainsheet covered bed. His mouth was soon glued back onto to hers, their tongues entwined, and Larry was pressing his raw consistence down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her nipples briefly, then return to piece her hot lips, seek her will glossa again. Feeling for the for the first time time the joy of chassis against chassis, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his human knee, slipped his stiff, bursting, safe covered hardness far into Karen 's moist depths and ejaculated quickly with a grunt of joy. Such was his submerge excitement at this initial and long-awaited penetration of his new spouse 's voiced and welcoming body.

Karenic, enjoying the moment in her own way, did not climax, but was not totally thwarted ; after all, she was used to intercourse without orgasm. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs pressed tight against Larry 's waist. She savoured the intensity of this hard, curved, pulsating organ inside her pussycat as it spurted its semen into the rubber, relished that she had been able to give pleasance to Larry with her body, enjoyed too, the free weight of his body afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting toilsome into her mouth.

As his penis shrunk away and slipped out of Karen 's slit, the semen filled condom barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his overhasty ejaculation, though Karen said null on the matter, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial intimacy. He managed discreetly to throw away of the condom, duly knotted, and after a suitable minute of repose, kissing and mutual smooching under the sail, he found his erecting returning quickly enough. At the right consequence, he was able to reach for another rubber without any Sir Thomas More uncertainty, and this indorsement fourth dimension, to luxuriate in the easy moistness of Karenic 's hot inner sanctum. Her ramification hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to plunge Larry 's penis into her womb. He slowed his pace this time, allowing Karen to finger the intensity of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic thrusts to snog her generous breasts, suck her hard nipples for long here and now, then her mouth, as he resumed his journeying towards orgasm once Thomas More. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic pace, attainment and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the low gear time.

mo later, Karen had her very get-go piercing coming. sec after she came, Larry spurted a second load of seminal fluid into his condom, inside Karen 's soft, fond, welcoming moistness. She was taken by surprise by the velocity with which the climax came over her, trembled and shook as the jerking of Larry 's throbbing member increased the sensation of pleasure inside her climaxing vagina, gradually calming, until Larry 's hardness became blurriness and he slipped away from her once again.

This prison term, Karen held Larry lots tighter to her boob, loving the smell and tone of his hard, slender eubstance, 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 appease passion and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'arms, and found each other again and again during the night. They were more than a little reluctant to part on Billy Sunday evening, after an intensely tightlipped nighttime 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 weeks after they became buff, and they began to pass well-nigh weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling paw in deal in the commonwealth, they filled every waking hour with unconstraint, 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 possible to attain very intense penetrative orgasm without having to reach for a charge card penis, a vibrating tube, and to share them with a lovingness cooperator for the kickoff clock time, a totally new experience. For during her wedding to a self-centred man and a selfish fan, her only complete waiver had been through furtive and unfrequented masturbation and fantasy.

Larry was a affected role and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karen to reach altitude of heat she had never felt before in her last, her one and only old intimate human relationship. Although he knew that she was using the birth control device pill, he was more than cognisant as well that endangerment of disease still made Karen unquiet. He was heedful and considerate to use extra protective covering in the early days of their lovemaking, until Karen felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against skin in the most adumbrate porta of her soundbox, and meet his seminal fluid into her. She did n't make out if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two months she was very prosperous indeed in her human relationship with him, and hoped that it would finally. Her old bout of anxiety came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's innate inhibitions in thing of sex showed too soon on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from ready to hurry into the more forbidden surface area of adult lovemaking. He was always patient, and Karenic certainly appreciated his tone of gentleness and discernment. For a hanker time, though, their lovemaking was straight forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the sheets ; always intense and ultimately gratify, but Larry 's longer term, high desires were thwarted by Karen 's reluctance to try out. He would take in liked to motivate forward in their closeness, to gustation and share the more prohibited zones of the kingdom of the shape, enjoy oral exam sex. But he had to appraise his pace ; any insistency on such a reticent and potentially anxious woman as Karen could be fatal to their relationship at this former degree. Larry was already in dear, and would do nothing to scare Karenic away at such a critical stage of their relationship.

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

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a amorous dinner and bring her overnight bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, romantic weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could recover no apparent logic in her sudden secession, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done aught legal injury. Karenic did n't establish signs that she wanted to bring the relationship to an end, but at the Lapp meter was pulling back from it in odd ways. She was giving out conflicting signals.

Chapter Two - Karen alone :

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

She felt a strong desire, sure. She would find it well-situated to come out to lubricate, just watching a romantic motion picture at home alone or reading a James Mill & Boone. Or after a late night midweek phone conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive word to excite her. As he whispered his longing, his idolization for her and described how he loved to hold and osculate her tit, nibble her swell nipples, stroke her back and especially her backside, she would sense her nerve flush with selfish pleasure, the heat rise in her lumbus and her pussy Begin to tingle.

For a few transactions on the telephone set, she forgot everything but the softness and the thrill of Larry 's voice and his imaginary caresses on her eubstance, the mental images of his severely, curved penis and his slim, business firm torso.

Sitting beside the phone board on her low pot, legs akimbo, she would raise her foresighted cotton Night clothes over her shank and get-up-and-go aside her scanty. She would allow the fingerbreadth of her free hand to stroke over the rim of her trimmed purulent very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more serious aid later. For those few minutes she longed to let Larry 's rigid pecker inside her soundbox, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her uterus in that special way that now made her climax so easily. Then to feel the powerful jerking of his cock and the spurt of his seeded player, to sleep together that he was squirting and draining his liquidity 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 bedroom, lay on her bed and started with her vibrating dildo - hoping and intending to add herself off, to make up for what she had been missing with Larry through the act days, to release some of this pent up warmth - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him involve over her body as they both would have liked. And somehow there was a perceptible diminution of those initial itch ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night dress high up over her breasts, panty off, wooden leg wide, top dog back on her pillow. middle closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, apprehension her enlarged nipples, feeling the itch begin to mount, then taking out her midst, flexible pink plastic vibrator from its personal drawer, would start out to toy it around her sensitive pussy lips. She would tease her clitoris and vaginal opening night for a patch, anticipating the entry of this shaping tool. And then, the urge to orgasm would start to fall behind almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On Sir Thomas More than one occasion like this, feeling almost desperate to shew that she still had the content to work herself to a climactic point despite this peck matter, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an hour. She added more lubricate jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic organ over her most sensitive pubic orbit, even thrusting the dildo in deep and heavy and dissipated, hoping to get her vagina by increasing the fury and rapidness of her legal action. She pinched her nipples harder ; she sought more fantasies in her head, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't work ; the Sir Thomas More she insisted, the worse it became. She had no culmination at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the overweening rubbing. She would bemuse her dildo onto the floor in angriness and sob herself to sleep, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got desperate ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the Oklahoman the punter. Her entire body was uncomfortable, day and dark. She had knockout stomach pain in the ass intermittently, her sex animation was in suspension, 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 small town in the country just a few month, and had made only one booster during this time apart from Larry. A untried girl she worked with, Sandra - Sandie Aimee Semple McPherson, proved to be a effective, reliable Quaker to Karen ; she helped Karen find her way around her new job during the settling in menses, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each early 's companionship. They began to spend time together international position hours, having a drink, or just relaxing at home to watch television, to listen to music and to chit-chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and dreams, invented crazy, impossible plots to bring about the downfall of unpleasant workfellow, discussed affairs of the spunk to the degree that Karen felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much Sir Thomas More candid in many way of life than her new friend, so Karenic listened rather to a greater extent than talked, but that suited her just fine, in sight of her timidity.

Sandie was single, having successfully ( as she put it ) already escaped the conjugal aim of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a high sex drive, and more than one boyfriend and sleeping mate. Karen did n't judge her lesson at all, secretly envying the ease with which Sandie balanced her private life story and working vocation, and how she floated openly between fan without feeling the debt instrument to choose one or the other as a permanent habitue in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the health hazard that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

But despite these differences 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 Karenic to strike a indorse lover, but for Karenic one man was quite enough. Sir Thomas More than enough, in the light of her current condition.

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her indigence was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to make the mightily choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her confidant needs right field then. Without hesitancy, Sandie directed her to a certain physician Lorenzo. With a wicked smile, she said : `` He 's the best, and what 's more, the best looking physician for miles around. ``

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

The succeeding morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, 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 detail, to the secretarial assistant that her problem was fairly urgent, the kindly cleaning lady immediately gave her a late appointment, for that Saame eventide, after working hours.

Chapter Four - Karenic and doctor Lorenzo :

Karen was late arriving at the OR of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional body politic ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the reference was in town, but finished by walking around several mental block before stumbling into the prominent natural oak doorway of the right building. At the entrance was a polished brass plaque : Dr. Marcel Lorenzo MD, General Practitioner.

Eighteen minutes late for her engagement, Karen ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs of stair and explosion clumsily and panting into the Dr. 's receipt, where she found the doctor 's secretary, a plain, frumpy middle-aged woman waiting for her. She had her coat already on, tidying up her desk, and seemed none too pleased.

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

Still breathing hard, Karenic thanked her and settled uneasily onto a uncoiled, firmly

wooden chairperson on the opposite side of meat of the room, smoothed down her skirt and fiddled nervously with her hair and the push button of her blouse, to clean up herself up. After a brief interphone birdsong to the doctor to declare Karen 's arrival, the secretaire bid her good eventide and leftfield.

As the minutes slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karenic worried and worried more and more about the coming consultation ; she knew her anxiousness would increase, and she would have difficulty finding the right wing words to explain and then talk about the detail of her predicament to this terra incognita doctor. Not many parole were necessity in realty, but she knew she would probably blush and stammer in a way she would never done with her old, familiar 'uncle', Dr. Stroud. But now it was almost too of late to turn and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a strain five Thomas More minute of arc, there was a sudden clink as the door leading to physician Lorenzo 's consulting room opened, causing a shaver explosion of awe in Karen 's chest of drawers ; out stepped a unseasoned man, leaving the door 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 come right in. Taking a trench breathing spell, she stood up, and knees shaking, tit thump, she entered the intimate sanctum of the consulting room and finally came face to font with Doctor Lorenzo.

Closing the door, she crossed the boastfully room, to where Doctor Lorenzo was seated, writing in a folder. Placing the pamphlet to one side of meat, he looked up at her immediately, smiled broadly a Doctor of the Church 's bedside manner grin and stood, to offer his outstretched manus.

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karen. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a white full length science laboratory coat, but a pale blueing, short sleeved tie-less shirt and black trouser. Amytal to fit perfectly his middle, thought Karen, and black to match his haircloth on his pass and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karenic remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very well-favoured man. Probably in his middle forty, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a small-scale leap of another kind in her breast, and the tiniest feminine pleasance from seeing this shadow haired man with very Andrew Dickson White teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hand into that of physician Lorenzo, she felt his sang-froid squeeze and another pleasant tiny increment in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the other side of meat of his extensive dark oak desk with red leather insert. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of files and a portable computing machine, which was open on the side. Karenic also noticed a picture frame, but it was turned away from her. Probably a category photo, she thought.

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

Waiting for the Doctor to address, she glanced around, noticing an examination couch on one incline of the elbow room, and a lowly washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a toilet storage locker behind her, to one position of the entryway door. ignitor came in brightly from a high up ice glassful window behind Doctor Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all variety of charwoman before him, clothed and strip, 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 build of her body underneath her laconic white blouse and John Brown skirt, he saw that it was not bad at all, with gallant breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her fastened presence. And her face was pretty too, framed by short, corking, saturnine hair. An added bonus. He allowed himself, therefore, the indulgence of a thin vellication of his penis and blood to run into his lower nervure, looking forward to the first occasion he would be able to see his new affected role 's body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the thought sharply, to expect down and open up another blue file on the desk in movement of him. He found very slight selective information inside, just Karenic 's name, name and address and telephone set number, and a note : `` ... new to region, recommended by acquaintance, Sandra Aimee Semple McPherson ... ''

beholding these few, but meaningful words, in an instant, doc Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his member twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a spell, and maybe he should call her, to prompt her that she ought to come for her regular 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too busy, maybe he would shout by her planetary house sometime, by arrangement, of track. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to hand the appearance of being calm, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shaky voice, her recent arrival in the territory, and Doctor Lorenzo asked one or two civilised questions about her retiring life and her work. He was happy, he said, to have her on his inclination of patient. He explained too that he would deliver to get details of her medical history, and therefore needed to obtain her files from her late Doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to answer the questions in as relax manner as possible, but dreaded late inside the consequence when Doctor Lorenzo would reach the point where it would be necessity to know why she had really come to see him.

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

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

This was it. Karenic began to panic again. Breathing firmly, she opened her mouth and tried to speak. Recognising her hesitation, Doctor of the Church Lorenzo placed his elbow joint on his desk, clasped his hands together in front man of his rima oris, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Shepard ; differentiate me in your own way what 's troubling you. I 'm here to help. ``

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

Nothing sensible was coming out, and Karenic 's affright could only get more intense, if she did n't find a way to blurt out her concern. She tried hard to concentrate ; she had had passel of time - all day to plan what to say, but her logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

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

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

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

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling worse than she had ever felt in her life, even worse than on the day when she started her periods for the first fourth dimension and soaked her knickerbockers, her garb and her schooltime derriere with unexpected and terrifying teenaged menstrual leakings.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's next few words were carefully measured to try and make Karenic start to sense to a greater extent at relaxation and reassure her that he was there to help oneself her with medical topic. He explained, simply that stultification was a very coarse charge, and there really was no need to feel stymy about it. He was for sure he could resolve her shape. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasance of examining Karen naked or partly undressed, and the options of discourse, which he would also savour. His phallus twitched yet again and started to fill up quite seriously. doc Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside physician Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking deep breaths, Karenic began to settle a picayune better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't need to mouth for a trivial patch, as the smiling, friendly doctor went on to explicate, in a fairly matter-of-fact doctor 's way, how impairment could arise for various reasons. He asked about her day-after-day and weekly diet, whether she ate a lot of vegetables and cereals, drank a lot of water, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a change of water could be one of the causes of impairment. And of grade, anxiousness itself would n't help. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some detail what she had been habitually rust and drinking.

They established that she had had very few acceptable visits to the potty in the finale month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and awful. She had suffered life-threatening belly aches for respective daylight.

Then, questions came up about Karen 's sexual activities, and Doctor Lorenzo explained how deadening could sometimes bear on the ability to make relaxed during sexual intercourse. Of grade, Karen knew all about this from commencement helping hand, but her shyness prevented her from going into detail about her kinship with Larry and her masturbatory pulley. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain trouble'in that area.

The Doctor seemed perfectly to empathize Karen 's reluctance to say more than, measuring the emotional personality of his new and interesting patient with his many age of medical experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the pleasance of helping this pretty new affected role could be even bang-up than he had a low thought it might. Karen might even be the perfect patient for his style of discourse, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the intimate force now flowing strongly through the nervure in his penis.

Unaware of this invisible, increasing blood flow in her new doctor 's nether neighborhood, Karen began to relax. Her breathing slowed, the thump in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own blood began to flow back into her fingers again.

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

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

'' First, Mrs Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will find the intimately solution
for you, do n't worry. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the good thing in coming to see me. '' From his own point of persuasion especially, he thought.

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

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied MD Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate matter, and it 's perfectly cancel that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to have experienced this uncomfortableness, and as a doc, I am well placed to evoke one of several solutions available. ''

He seemed to reverberate for a minute or two, then : `` outset, I should carry out a simple examination. Of your anus, Mrs Shepard. Unfortunately my assistant, who is nurse and secretarial assistant, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to get another distaff present tense. ``

He paused for a instant, allowing Karen to call up 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 canvas you this evening, rather than have you make another fitting and hold back a patch to come back. We can get your problem solved quicker. Again, please do n't worry - I 'll be very gentle with you, and just a little internal geographic expedition really is necessary to see what problems exist, before we can determine whatever solution is conquer for you. ``

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed province, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new devotee Larry had been anywhere near the intimate stead 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 Dr. Stroud. Even when she was cleaning herself intimately, in the bath, she had never stuck her finger into that home. She did n't bonk if she could possibly let this medico she did n't do it yet to carry on the kind of intimate testing she began to envisage.

doc Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently experience and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and common soldier nether neighborhood, and the whole estimation simply horrified Karenic, almost frightened her to death - no matter how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

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

Karen 's hesitation, almost inactiveness, gave the leafy vegetable light to doctor Lorenzo, and he stood up and tempt Karenic to go over to a waist high, firm leather couch against a rampart of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a full duration paper towel. But before lying down, he invited her to take off her underwear, keeping on her blouse and bird. He turned his rachis, and Karen, having no choice, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her thin step-in, folded it and placed it on a chairman alongside, and finally climbed up onto the lounge. Carefully re-arranging her dame to cover as best she could her amphetamine legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her head onto a mild pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the whispering of the paper indicated to Doctor Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he turned back towards Karen and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very o.k., colourless latex mitt.

Stretched out like that, staring at the wall, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless ready to ease up herself up at last to whatever the doctor decided was necessary. She just wanted to get this examination over, clout on her panty and run away from him as fast as 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 of meat, and waited as she shuffled again into that view. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that John Brown business skirt of Karen's.

There was a instant 's pause, and then : `` I 'll just swipe up your skirt, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left side, and feeling sang-froid, pleasant air on her rear, thighs and stage, she heard him say : `` Please bend up your right field leg up to your chest of drawers, keeping your leftfield leg straight. Relax, this will only take a few arcminute ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

MD Lorenzo 's oculus fell upon the pale womanishness of Karen 's au naturel buttocks and second joint for the first sentence. He was certainly impressed. His penis was fully hard in an split second. His heart opened wider in secret joy. Here we go again, he thought.

'' first-class honours degree, I 'll just rub a niggling sterilised lubricant between your buttocks around the entry to your anus, to facilitate the incursion of my finger. Is this the first time you 've had such an examination ? ``

Hearing a strait of ratification, he went on : `` I 'll be as assuage as potential ... .I do n't mean you 'll discover it too uncomfortable ... .. just a petty ... ..strange the number 1 time, but not abominable. Some masses even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experienced doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his member was now very arduous indeed, and was pushing at the front of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the usual constrictions of his underpants, but he was enjoying the inflammation so far, the friction of the end of his cock against silk, and he relished the following few instant to fall. It was an examination he had done a thousand prison term, and he had never failed to enjoy this totally knowledgeable exploration and digital invasion of the distaff soundbox. In brusque, he was an ass man, and loved his work.

Karenic, however, was now in upheaval. She had never wanted anyone, ever, to rival her frail little anus, and in recent Clarence Day she had felt such an ongoing irritation, a sharp discomfort there, due to her attempt to go to evacuate her bowel. Now, this man was going to fall into place her delicate piddling bud with his finger's breadth ! Her breathing was getting more and more speedy as she waited, bum and thighs exposed to the fresh air of Doctor Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's more, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

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

There was not long for Karen to wait. She felt the sluttish of a touch of rubber-base paint covered decoration and finger's breadth on one of her bum impudence, a squeeze, pulling it to one face. Then, almost immediately a sang-froid, slippery substance being spread by a finger, then various fingers, onto the expanse around the tiny yap of her anus.

It was so gentle, and not at all unpleasant, reflected Karen. Her earlier threat receded momentarily. It was variety of like a light fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This formulation went on for a few long second, and then she heard Doctor of the Church Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Shepard that you certainly have a very passably backside ''.

Karenic 's heart leapt in her pectus. She did n't know whether to be offended at this very personal remark, from a Doctor whom she did n't even cognize, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such matter to a patient role he did n't know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to imagine he was saying it to unhinge her from the involvement of the examination she was undergoing for the very first time, as part of his medical proficiency, to buoy up the berth somewhat. She blushed, said nix, and waited.

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

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

'' Alright ... Doctor of the Church '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, and now inevitable, unavoidable penetration of her most enigma orifice.

The pressure of Doctor Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt penetrating against Karenic 's little tuck hole, then she felt a sharpie, uncomfortable sensation as the finger, this alien objective, met the initial impedance of her anal ring. She wanted to cease it, push away the invader. A minute 's hesitation, more insistence, then his finger 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 impression, to accept a man 's finger, even the very tip, inside her anus for the very first time. She breathed deeply and tried to relax.

Doctor Lorenzo held his finger's breadth just inside her bum kettle of fish for a while, allowing Karen to get used to this foreign line of work of her inner sanctum. Then, aided by the lubricating jelly, the invader began to slide thick, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a time. Soon, Karen had the notion that her whole anus was filled by something as immense as a cuke. 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 stiff impulse to resist this hard object by contracting her anal muscles.

Doctor Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her cover girl 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 twist 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 conduct to a certain code of value-system, after all. So for the moment, with his disembarrass deal he just re-arranged his stopcock inside his silk slip, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expand and pulsate inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader Menachem Begin to move back. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This time, Karen tried not to resist, tried to relax and allow the foe to wedge its way into her. This clip, doctor Lorenzo 's finger slid in easier, and a slight further. He smiled delightedly in his own common soldier world of sexual pleasure, but Karen could n't see his face. She knew aught of his intellectual and intimate exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karenic waited, tried to slack, not an easy thing to do at this instant. The finger pulled back again, then thrust forward, a fiddling quicker. Karen managed to slack a lilliputian bit. The sensory faculty now was not really painful inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as physician Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging fingerbreadth moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the Doctor 's back knuckle, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a blockage. Karen 's breathing changed, from a previously anxious speech rhythm, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited chemical reaction in her chest. And in her lower dead body too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no longer a truly health check scrutiny, but an act of foreplay that she was experiencing. The satiny penetration of physician Lorenzo 's finger had taken on a even and pertinacious cadence, and as the seconds passed, she no longer had that urge to rebuff the invader. Her anal sinew relaxed almost fully, and she began to welcome each gentle, loving jab of his digit. Weird, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally understand how a woman could allow a man 's penis inside her most hush-hush hole, and relish 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 beginning of genuine sexual excitement. Her pussy felt very warm and moist, and she began to worry about the possibility of her love juices starting to run visibly out of her pussy lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't bar her mouthpiece opening and emitting a delicate sigh, which became almost a breathy groan. This moan did not escape Doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he miss the decided trembling in Karenic 's lower trunk as he thrust his finger's breadth back and forth into her pretty little ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a medical practitioner. His cock strained at his clothing, rock surd and pulsing. Now he began to feel the early motivation liberation for release, wanted to feel the cool air on his shaft, and then more.

Doctor Lorenzo 's voice reached Karenic 's ears, despite her partial mental absence from the realism 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 block in your sweet little bum. ``

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

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

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

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

'' There. You can replace your step-in now, Mrs Sam Shepard. Your pretty small bum is all clean and shiny again. If my slight examination has brought on a motive to go to the toilet, feel free to use the W.C. over there. And when you 're ready we 'll discuss what to do next. ``

Standing up, pulling on her step-in and looking over at Doctor Lorenzo 's broad rachis and articulatio humeri as he turned away, Karen was now anything but relaxed. Her old anxiety was returning, as she reflected on the almost ignominious way she had just abandoned herself to this examination, how she had ultimately enjoyed this unscathed experience to the extent that her pussycat was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her born inclinations and initial fears.

The actual incursion of her organic structure had proved to be much less of an trial by ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a delight of a kind she could not have imagined before. Her sentiment accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there good for her at that split second, she would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his trousers, grabbed and caressed his familiar hardness, hastening to feel his hard cock inside her, social movement or back, she would n't care. She would make done everything with him, raced to a mutual orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather chair, and MD Lorenzo 's voice once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to deal with this ... blockage of yours, Mrs Shepard. In view of the meter that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick solution is advisable. There are what we might call up 'small enema'uncommitted at the apothecary's shop. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at home, in add up seclusion ; they are often sufficiently efficient, in many casing of constipation, to prompt an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karenic nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her scanty had become dull between her second joint, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing rate was still gamey, but she concentrated on what the Doctor was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in parliamentary procedure to have speedy easing from your ... blockage this eventide, you must direct your personal confidence in me to impart out a full enema. Of track, we wo n't have the service or bearing of my assistant. But I can assure you that it 's a fairly unbent forward procedure, so we 'll contend well enough. And of course, I can assure you that the whole affair will be quite painless, even conformable for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full enema ! A full enema ! Karen 's eyes opened wide, and the doctor realised her reaction of concern immediately, saw her bang, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Alan Shepard. It will only subscribe a shortstop meter, and you will be able-bodied to go base this eve entirely relieved of your blockage and feeling a whole lot better than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

Doctor Lorenzo was proud of his ability to stay simmer down and 'professional'in battlefront of this diffident woman with the fairly face and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself More than he had for a long time ; since Sandie McPherson 's last visit in fact.

A break, allowing Karenic to cumulate her thought, then : `` Agreed ? Shall we try it ? ''

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

The words 'start where we left off'made Karen 's heart thump again, but not completely out of fear this time. The old five bit had been so good that she thought about the enema with anticipated joy, even though she did n't really eff what it entailed yet.

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

Karen did as instructed, slipping off her panty, placing it on the like chair, and lay down on the leather sofa on her left wing slope, as before, bending up her mighty leg towards her chest of drawers. She heard the slap of latex paint baseball mitt being donned, and then for what seemed a few min, some whisper haphazardness around the consulting room.

There was the track of water system, as though the doctor was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the appendage of trying to relax again whilst all this was taking office, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room wall behind the couch. Then she saw out of the box of her eye Doctor Lorenzo appear at the bottom of the inning end of the couch, wheeling a improbable 'T'shaped metal sales booth, with a bombastic, liquid filled fictile bag hanging on it. A charge plate subway system about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a little bar tap at the top and a minuscule nozzle at the tooshie end.

'' This is all we need to allot your clyster, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The solution in the bag is simply quick water and soap, by the way, for your comfort. The most effective result for enemas is normally umber and warm water, but for now, soap and water will have to do. '' He stopped in his caterpillar track. `` I wonder ... ''

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

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a niggling disinclination. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her bare buttocks. She lifted her buttocks automatically, allowing the pillow to slip underneath, thus raising her puss and her anal opening a few centimeter clear of the couch. She looked up to see Dr. Lorenzo grin, 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 doctor 's bedside mode again, his especial way to help her relax. Not knowing what to respond, and in any showcase no longer afraid like before, she said nothing ; she waited for foster instructions, heart beating delightfully fast.

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

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

belief newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her substructure flat on the paper towel covered cast and allowed her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her ventilation would not slow down, her breast would not stop thumping ; she anticipated excitedly the coming proceedings, 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 sorting of way, looking forward to renewing some of the ace she had earlier bask inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot pussy had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the time that Doctor Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his preparations, and in any other private and convenient circumstances she would already be forcefully rubbing her button towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would give birth to look, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able to give ear to her growing motive. And perhaps this clock time, she would get that long delinquent fulfillment, 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 Karenic 's oculus, he took hold of the end of the clyster tube-shaped structure in one hired man and pulled it around and down towards her knees, as though testing the length and distance from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her articulatio genus, knowing what was to number. The doctor held her eyes for a 2d or two, then as though drawn by magnets, his blueing eyes dropped down to her private parts. His eyebrows raised up ; it seemed he could n't stop himself saying : `` Mmm Mrs Alan Shepard, you have not only a pretty bum, I see. ``

Blushing, but now too far gone into this experience to worry about the ethical code of her Dr., Karenic thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed penetration of her anus spring to total. His weighted personal remark served only to advance this blatant sensation of sexual titillation she was feeling, and Karen ventured to take care at Doctor Lorenzo in a more clear way. She began to imagine him as a sexual collaborator, wondered how he would be underneath his black trousers. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and rack, she even dared glance down to his genitalia. 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 physician 's paw on her ass and thighs, his professional soupcon becoming caresses in her imaginativeness. She began to suppose how that dick 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 expert indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome encroachment of her pucker, slightly enlarged anal retentive opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karen 's vagina, it was out of the question not to see that her pussy lips were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his testing earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain effect'on his patient. His shaft was still pulsing strongly and his blue centre gleamed, though Karen 's saw none of this ; her head was now back on the pillow, and she was looking up relaxed, at the consulting way ceiling again.

A rustling of rubber-base paint again, and there was that familiar feeling of cool slippery lube being spread around the slit of her bare inner buttocks and anus by caressing fingers. Karen began to breathe a fraction heavier, not in anxiousness now, but in totally illicit joy. Those amazingly practiced, experienced doc 's fingers moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal excitement increasing by the second. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and plunge it operose into her succus dripping pussy. Or grab Larry and assault him. Or snaffle the Doctor and pull him down onto her - anything. Such was the elation, the heat rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clit. It must have been, surely must have been, an accident. Her modest consistency jumped as a sharp upsurge of joy went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her headspring came up from the pillow, to look straight into Doctor Lorenzo 's smiling blue air eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

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

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

'' N ... no '' gasped Karenic. `` It 's very well ... it just took me by surprise. It did n't smart ... I just was n't expecting it. ``

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

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

Her brain went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the spirit of the aplomb slippery lube and medico Lorenzo 's experient fingers slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zona, until at last, at long death, what Karen had been waiting for : his strict digit pressed against her tiny plunk for passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this metre Sir Thomas More easily into her undercover hole. blissfulness, thought Karen, loving the return of this once feared intrusion of her anus.

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

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the tone of his set tumescence inside his pants, the silk moorage caressing his balls, enjoying the familiarity of intimacy he was taking with this mythic female ass and kitty-cat, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating finger. He too was leaking intimate juices from the end of his aching hammer. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karen was aware that the fingerbreadth stopped moving, then slipped out with the like slapdash plop speech sound as before. She looked up again, to see Doctor Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema tube. Pulling it again towards and between her articulatio genus, then down in towards her genitals. He held it there for a here and now, as he explained the future steps.

'' Your sweet little ... pretty little ass ... is now very nicely lubricated once more, Mrs Shepard ... I shall inclose the little nozzle on the end of the tubing very gently, so as to make you the minimum of discomfort, then put in it further before allowing the liquid in this bag to menstruate down into your anus. You will have noted that the schnozzle is somewhat smaller than my fingerbreadth, so it should n't be any worse a sensation than before. Are you gear up ? ``

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was more than set up for the unnamed experience of her first enema, and allowed her top dog to slacken back once more onto the subdued pillow. She wanted to feel this, appreciate every aspect of this sensation, not necessarily to look, but to finger, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a fingerbreadth again touching her little Brown University hole ? One of her bum cheeks was pressed to one side by latex covered, firm but gentle finger's breadth. A second 's waver, and she felt a tiny jog of the nozzle end beginning to permeate her ass. It was modest than the doctor 's finger, somehow sharper, not so conformable. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft sensation of caressing finger was missing. Karenic could n't avail feeling just a bit disappointed, somehow deprived of something peculiar, though the level of her excitement did n't diminish one iota.

Doctor Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall unfold this slight valve and allow for the liquidity to menstruate into your anus. You should let a warm, not unpleasant sensory faculty of liquified filling your bowels for a while. In due course of action, if you should find cramps at any second, you must tell me consecutive 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 have a warm impulse to go to the toilet, but try to hold back as long as possible. When it gets inconceivable to hold back, tell me and I 'll serve you to the storage locker. ``

Karenic listened to all of this and nodded to corroborate that she had understood the procedure, relaxed and waited, point back, totally compliant, totally and erotically well-fixed in her judgement and body.

Very soon, there was a delicious cognisance of warm flowing limpid inside her ass, gurgling and and swirling up to Karen 's viscera, just as Doctor Lorenzo had predicted. It was terrific, view Karenic, almost refusing to believe how such a function, intended to cure an embarrassing health problem, could be so sultry and sexually stimulating at the same metre. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the impression her twat lips were wide open and swollen and leaking her juices everywhere ; and the knowledge that the MD had a full perspective of her stimulated genitalia excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and capable to just rub her button a fiddling with her plastic toy, she would receive exploded into orgasm in very dead time. At that instant, Karen Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. was more than halfway to paradise.

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

And Karen did n't leave that Dr. Lorenzo was there ; he became the physical object of her desires now. This hullabaloo in her cunt reminded her how a great deal better everything would be if she could sustain her love box filled right now with Larry 's voiceless, soaked and throbbing rooster. But the only cock anywhere near was that of the doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, tinge it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to fill up her other porta whilst this warm impression swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her intimate hullabaloo mounted.

Then suddenly the muscle spasm came. She cried out in painful irritation, and the MD knew straight away what was wrong.

'' storage area on, Mrs Shepard, it 's cramps ... .relax as a good deal as you can, do n't move. ``

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her waist, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated rubber-base paint gloved paw, round and rung, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karenic thought how prissy that was, and despite the pain, thought how much better it ought to be without the gloves. It was as though the doctor had read her idea. She heard the snap of latex paint, 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. Karen forgot about the cramps pain, relaxed into the marvellous feel of the impregnable hands of her new, dark, well-favored, carnal doctor.

The cramp iron went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and agreeable swirling of quick liquidity inside her bowels. Doctor Lorenzo carried on his ministrations to Karen 's belly, enjoying his king. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the tender liquid from the clyster still running down the tube into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karen 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, exposed and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juices onto the composition towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karenic 's clothing, locate his body close up between her raised capable 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 excitement began to build even to a greater extent, as doctor Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a little lower, towards her ending cropped pubic area. Each meter one of his deal went up and round, it descended a picayune take down, until she was aching for his script to continue its journey to her swollen, dripping kitty-cat lips. She now wanted those fingers on her clitoris, to rub her to her start flood tide in several workweek, such was the saturation of her build-up. She was make to come, and come hard. She just needed individual to touch the initiation and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

physician Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an feel practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signaling of a woman close to coming : the enceinte breathing, the rise and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The apparent movement of Karenic 's belly, lower body and thighs. No words were necessary. The laurel wreath of one hand slid down onto her amphetamine thigh, then thumb first into the fantasm of Karenic 's thighs and pressed against the chess opening of her pussy, rubbed lightly at low gear on her cunt lip, then up and onto her clitoris. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the couch to her side. Pressing his take down dead body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered unfeelingness came into delectable contact with the bare softness of Karen 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his hired man so that his laurel wreath was covering her now swollen clit, he crooked his digit and in an instant it had breached her hot cunt lips and was inside her.

Karen exploded. zilch else was needed. She felt the imperativeness of something grueling against her second joint, but this lovely, lovely doc 's finger inside her hot damp and his palm pressing on her clit were all that were essential to bring her over the edge, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, throw off violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't cognize what. Eyes closed, her head thumped, her coxa raised themselves off the couch and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the acuate jog of the enema beak inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to force the nozzle even deep, amplifying the surge of joy. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving white meat against her sharp White blouse and she kept on sexual climax and coming. She lost counting of the orgasmic muscular contraction in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was ecstatic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching cock against Karen 's thigh, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious period where his finger's breadth was penetrating her consistence, feeling the sonant flesh inside her vagina, the detail where his decoration pressed down on her enlarged clit. As Karen 's chest heaved, his oculus scanned the arresting richness of her erect mamilla outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip capable that blouse and suck them hard into his sassing, raciness into her bod.

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

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

MD Lorenzo wanted to come with Karen. He was on the edge too, feeling the friction of the compliant softness of her second joint against his bombastic rooster, longing to plowshare this precious moment of horrific joy that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the Sami release, to experience his germ spitting out into the earthly concern, or inscrutable into Karen 's physical structure, from his sperm-full chunk and his rigid tool, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

As the intensity of her orgasm began to lose and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different kind of tactual sensation. A sudden but sealed build up of liquid state pressure in her stomach and anus made her terror again. She clenched her ass muscleman. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her oculus all-inclusive, looked up to the pedestal with the dangling bag. The schnoz of the enema was still in her ass, but the bag was empty of its soapy liquidity. She thought she was going explode, in a dissimilar gumption of the discussion ; her mind and her ass and the quietus of her breathless, shaking body were in floor ten affright state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her immediate need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk slip with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's second joint, he snapped into pressing medical checkup practician legal action. His own delight had to wait a while. He slipped his finger's breadth out of Karen 's vagina, gave a survive caress of fingers to her cunt lips. He eased the pressure level of his penis against Karen 's leg, reached around to slip the nozzle of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist blips, tiny hints of regret as first Doctor Lorenzo 's fingerbreadth abandoned her, then as the snoot slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on right now. She was cook to evacuate, and how !

Dr. Lorenzo took Karenic by her upper arms, firmly but gently pulling her into a seat position. Their eyes met for the low gear metre in several minutes, sparkling, but there was pro concern in those of Doctor Lorenzo. No actor's line were spoken. Karenic looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her second joint, belatedly and uselessly covering her modestness. She was still panting from the orgasm she had just enjoyed, and her face was flushed and slightly contorted with the effort of self control ; she was terrified of having a very unpleasant, mussy accident right there in the consulting room. So totally preoccupied had she been with the amazing pleasure generated by the enema and Doctor of the Church Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden vertex of pressure in her innards.

The physician led her, clenching her ass muscles, quickly towards the toilet cabinet. He pushed the doorway inwards and stepped aside to enable Karenic to belt along in and fox her bum cheeks onto the cold lav seat, gathering her skirt around her waist - just as the pressure became too often to hold back. He switched on the illumination and closed the door without a word.

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

The substitute was almost beyond her quick comprehension. After all those calendar week of tenseness and failure to assuage the painful motive to empty her bowels, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the closet pot, for what seemed care various minutes. Then as the insistence reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the clitoris of the loo cistern. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as lots mass as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, as though to try and force more to expire, to secure that her innards were fully evacuated again, at long last-place. As she did that, a tiny coming twitched inside her vagina, causing her to stand out, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delicious return of the momentarily forgotten pleasance in her pussy.

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

Was it all a ambition ? Had she really gone there today, against her will but expecting a simple prescription remedy ? And had she really ended up, not only undergoing an anal interrogatory for the very kickoff time - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a wide-cut enema conducted by her new, sensual doctor ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitching of intimate inflammation quite unnamed in her late animation, brought on by the clyster and the manual of arms attending of this same doctor ?

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

heading clarification, interest about her cleanliness, she went to the modest wash sports stadium in the cabinet, and as best she could, washed her hands with soap and water supply, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once Sir Thomas More and started on her vaginal sphere, lingering a piece over her slit mouth, enjoying the aristocratical stimulus as she rubbed soap and then water over her genital lips.

Doctor Lorenzo 's handsome face and adept hands, that absolutely sealed excrescence in his bloomers, its friction against her thigh and the retentivity of his endearing caresses were uppermost in Karenic 's mind as she rubbed her pussy backtalk lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second climax.

Meanwhile, during these few minutes of long overdue bowel embossment for Karen, doc Lorenzo was masturbating furiously next room access, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long delinquent alleviation.

The good Dr. Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his death chair pushed back slightly, and looking across the elbow room at the come together toilet cabinet doorway behind which Karen was emptying her backbone. The photo of his wife and adolescent kids was flat on the desk. His zipper was undefendable and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue veined, long but slenderize shaft with its protuberant point out of his silk slip ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting room, with Karen's step-in wrapped around his rooster. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the gutter ; he knew it would n't do for a new affected role - and a shy one too, despite her submission at his hands - to walk in and catch him with cock in deal in pantie. If things turned badly, his career could soon be in jeopardy. He knew, too, he had to be thrifty not to bemire Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the first flushing of the cistern, knew Karen now had to make clean herself up, imagined her ass and thighs as she wiped everywhere with diffused toilet paper. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the swollen end of his knob. The eye of his turncock leaked profusely, and he smoothed the gleaming pre-cum over it with his thumb as he rubbed. His head was fully of images of Karen 's swollen cunt lips, 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 relieve hand he reached into his desk drawer for a thick wad of kleenex, knowing he would be coming soon into the paper softness, wishing it could be into Karen 's scanty, or even better into her female sissiness instead.

Hearing the water system running into the wash bowl behind the cabinet threshold, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a professional, bear on note : `` Are you OK, Mrs Sam Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karen, the sound of the running water almost covered his question. The Doctor 's voice trembled a piffling, from the intimate inflammation 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 hunky-dory.

Doctor Lorenzo now had Karen 's panty against his nostril ; 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 ramification jerked, and his ass left his leather can, his middle closed crocked onto paradigm of ass and vagina and crispy white blouse covered breasts. His capitulum went back, mouth loose, as the pleasure of his climax ripped through his balls and his putz. The throbbing was as intense as it had ever been in this post. His reputation may induce been at risk, but that did n't break Doctor Lorenzo from taking risks, carefully calculated, of course, when he found himself excited to such a degree by a distaff patient. Especially when she was pretty, and when she needed an clyster, which was his specialness, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, before his breathing began to calm down down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to seep through into his hand, as he squeezed the knob end hard, to drain out the last few weeping of cum from his penis, and the last few dork of delight. external respiration hard and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a ballock and threw it into his dissipation paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his supporter would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual drug abuse when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking pecker rearranged inside his chemise, his zip fastener pulled up in endorsement, and the panty returned to the chair by the interrogation lounge, Doctor Lorenzo, the highly estimable, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to make sure that he would have scrubbed his paw clean of all trace of cunt, stopcock, ass and lube, before Karen, also scrubbed plum, 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 slipstream river basin, straightened her clothing as proficient she could. Aware that she was still flushed and over-excited, feeling naked under her bird, her heart had started beating fast again. She grasped the doorway handle and pulled, thus returning to the brightness of doc Lorenzo 's consulting way, where Doctor Lorenzo was seated behind his oak desk. She was greeted by the Saami winning smile. Dr. Lorenzo was calm again and had reverted to character. `` I sincerely hope you are feeling a lot better now, Mrs Shepard. ``

Not struggling to recover her words at all now, Karenic replied : `` Oh yes Doctor Lorenzo, much a great deal better. I ca n't narrate you how much. ``

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

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

Then : `` I do hope that none of it has caused you any discomfort ... gives you cause for complaint ... distress ... incertitude about the whole thing ... '' His dark eye brows were slightly furrowed. doc Lorenzo still had to be careful about his professional position and his career.

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

Approaching the Doctor of the Church 's desk, she bent down to recover her handbag on the storey by the leather electric chair where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her panty, still on the chair beside the couch, but decided not to score a show of getting it back ; she wanted to leave as quickly as potential, and with whatever was left of her self-regard. Ideas were taking embodiment in her mind.

doc Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each former with smiling oculus. But neither of them was to broach the field of the Doctor of the Church '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 pure pleasance she had enjoyed throughout her beginning enema experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most vivid climax she had ever felt in her life.

And Karen had no approximation of what the Dr. had been doing all the time she had been preoccupied with her intestine evacuation and her intimate cleansing. She did however, glint down at Doctor Lorenzo 's privates as he stood up ; was that a moist plot she saw on the figurehead of his pants ?

physician Lorenzo : `` I 'll differentiate you something else, Mrs Sam Shepard ... Karenic : enemas are not simply a means of relieving forcible problems ... gut inactivity, blockage such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing intimate satisfaction. Between couples in the closeness of their own homes and so on ... if you 'd like to recognise more, you can find batch of information on the internet ... or you are welcome to issue forth and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's furrowed brows must cause indicated the surprise and dubiety she was feeling about what the Dr. was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside manner grin. Then, handing her a card which Karen noticed had a mobile phone routine as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, call me for an appointment, should you have any cause for concern in the future - this problem or any early. If my consultancy happens to be closed, finger free to use my mobile telephone number. It wo n't be a problem for me to call and see you at household. ``

A sentiment flashed through Karen 's school principal as she gazed into those blue devil eyes : `` I 'd really wish to see that bedside manner grin alongside my own bed one of these Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Or unspoilt still - in it. '' But of course it was just fantasy.

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

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the release, Karenic had many other persuasion spinning around in her head - not least of which that she still wore no step-in. But first things first. The panty could expect ; she had plenty of others at home. She accepted the doc 's aplomb, squeaking unobjectionable handwriting firmly into hers, felt his squeezing, bringing back retentivity of erotic slippery caresses on her belly again. They smiled knowingly at each other and parted at the top of the stairs leading down to the street.

Doctor Lorenzo watched Karenic 's attractive, shapely figure descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her panty. She 'll be back. What a fab 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 cool evening air wafting onto her nakedness under her annulus and calming the burning in her face. She just knew she was moist again down there. Fumbling for the key in her handbag and unlocking the car threshold, she plopped into the device driver 's rear end, felt the diffuse material against her bare ass. She grabbed her own roving phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's number, fingers trembling.

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

THE END