MRS SHEPARD tour TO THE DOCTOR'S

Chapter One - Karen and Larry :

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

Back abode, in her old life, she had grown up in a Town where the Doctor was a lifelong Quaker of the home. Doctor Stroud, whom Karen always called 'uncle'had practised his profession in the Saami quarter since Karen was a just lilliputian missy, and everybody knew him and had sureness in him. Even as a teenager, when strong-arm issue can be a problem, she never had any inhibition about going to the OR, and felt she could talk to medico Stroud about anything at all - about her changing body, her time period, her budding breast, her vaginal contagion, anything. It 's quite different, when you grow up with the acquaintance of consulting your doctor from a very early age. And for Karenic it was sometimes easier to give up and discuss her to the highest degree intimate closed book with a doctor she 'd known all her life, than to babble to her parents.

But now, here, in this nation town, where she knew almost nobody yet, the idea of going to see a strange doctor for the first base sentence impress concern into her ; each time she thought about having to do it, palpitations started in her breast, her gut ached more than ever. She knew she would simply have to do something eventually ; she could n't be with her little trouble forever. But she kept putting off the adjacent vital but important whole tone, still hoping vainly that the issue would adjudicate itself naturally.

It did n't. And so, the days and weeks passed, and Karen did n't see the courage to outdo her timidity and call a physician for an appointment. Not only was Karenic shy, but she suffered from anxiety attacks sometimes, and this quandary was not helping her in her day-by-day life-time. At all.

Karen Shepard reflected on all this at home alone one outpouring morning time, clutching her mug of tea in her two hands and gazing out of her kitchen window across the Brobdingnagian plantation bordering her new abode. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought about how it was in peril of wrecking her newly-found and until now, fulfilling sex life, having this miserable knottiness every day. She had a good and caring fan, but she had n't dared tell Larry anything about her care. Her natural shyness and inherent inhibition, prevented her from finding the braveness to explain to him, simply, why in recent prison term she had been so reluctant to consecrate herself to full lovemaking, like before.

Larry lived a few 60 minutes'driveway away, but she had started to fabricate intellect to avoid him staying overnight at her abode. She nevertheless felt such a secure affection for him and loved the sex, the closeness and the warm comfort she experienced when he was there. Now, she inevitably had shamefaced touch about this spot.

They had met during a two-day piece of work conference, which Larry attended as senior representative of one of the supplier troupe her employer dealt with. He had somehow spotted Karen 's shyness before even being introduced to her, and seemed immediately to know how to lot with it ; ultimately he found her obscure looks and shapely digit captivating. For her parting, Karen, enjoyed Larry 's relaxed personality and undecomposed looks. He got her feeling relaxed in his ship's company within a very short sentence.

They had dined together in the restaurant of his hotel at the end of the group discussion. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Karen had got to feel to a greater extent unwound than for a very retentive time, thanks to Larry 's well-to-do way of talking to her, smiling and entertaining her. But, against Larry 's mystical promise, there was to be no passionate night with Karen in his hotel elbow room this prison term. She had not drunk often at all, and insisted on driving herself dwelling, alone ; Larry had to be content that nighttime with a legal brief kiss as her walked her to her car, and then rest patient role for another two week, before Karenic allowed things go in a sexual centering.

The passion erupted, seemingly quite spontaneously one Saturday evening, when Larry had dined Karen again in the same eatery, and she had invited him into her rest home for the very first time. She had prepared herself in advance ; the house and especially her bedroom were neat and speckless, refreshed sheets on her bed, lighting was dimmed in a way which Karen liked, intimate but allowing her to hold back her timidity. Over dinner party, and later when they settled together into her alcoholic sofa on her garden patio, she had allowed herself to drink a little more vino than was her riding habit, and she felt well and truly gear up now to commit herself to sexual intercourse with Larry, after two weeks of getting to experience him.

Kissing seemed loose, ship's boat and natural, becoming more perfervid as the second passed. Intimate caresses were exchanged spontaneously, and soon their methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine were forgotten. Before long, they were fully stretched out on the sofa, partially unclothe, 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 fingers. By the time they stood and moved wordlessly, hand in bridge player to the interior and to her erotically lit bedroom, they were both more than set for what was to follow ; they fell upon Karen 's bed, mouthpiece locked severely, tongues thrashing together, hand exploring everywhere at once, pulling at each others'already deranged clothing.

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

It was the first sentence that anyone had been able to head Karen in the direction of a bed so soon after meeting her, and she discovered that dark a new aspect to her sexuality ; it was as almost as though she steered Larry, not the converse. After overcoming her own surprise at the focal ratio of her compliance and acquiescence, Karenic began to understand there really was anxiety-free biography after five twelvemonth of sterile, wasted marriage ceremony. Her previously lonely divorcée existence took on a new dimension.

Once Larry had stripped off the ease of his own clothes and cast them carelessly on the bedroom floor, nervously fished out of his trouser sack a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing curved erection, their yoke was fast and furious that first clock time. Karenic, lying on her back, opened her thighs willingly and pulled Larry to her in the darkness of the sheet covered bed. His lip was soon glued back onto to hers, their clapper entwined, and Larry was pressing his au naturel body down onto Karen 's. He paused only long enough to suckle both her mamilla briefly, then return to nibble her hot lips, seek her will glossa again. Feeling for the first time the joy of flesh against bod, overwhelmingly impatient to be inside her, Larry raised himself up onto his knees, slipped his stiff, bursting, pencil eraser covered hardness far into Karenic 's dampish depth and ejaculated quickly with a grunt of pleasure. Such was his consuming excitation at this initial and long-awaited insight of his new partner 's subdued 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 sexual climax. She moaned quietly throughout, lubricated freely, kept her thighs pressed tight against Larry 's waist. She savoured the intensity of this concentrated, curved, pulsating reed organ inside her pussy as it spurted its semen into the condom, relished that she had been able to give pleasure to Larry with her eubstance, enjoyed too, the weight of his consistence afterwards, as he pressed down onto her, momentarily drained, panting unvoiced into her mouth.

As his penis shrivel away and slipped out of Karen 's pussy, the semen filled condom barely intact, Larry was slightly embarrassed by his precipitous ejaculation, though Karen said nothing on the affair, just holding him close affectionately, without speaking, savouring this moment of initial affair. He managed discreetly to dispose of the condom, duly knotted, and after a suited consequence of relaxation behavior, kissing and reciprocal caressing under the sheet, he found his erecting returning quickly enough. At the right moment, he was able-bodied to reach for another condom without any to a greater extent dubiousness, and this 2d clock time, to luxuriate in the soft moistness of Karen 's hot inner sanctum. Her legs hooked over his, pulling him into her, as though seeking to absorb Larry 's penis into her womb. He slowed his yard this time, allowing Karen to palpate the intensiveness of his desire for her, pausing in his energetic thrusts to snog her generous breasts, suck her intemperately nipples for farseeing moments, then her mouth, as he resumed his journey towards orgasm once more. Karen was carried along by Larry 's energetic pace, skill and rhythm, felt something happening to her for the low gear time.

Minutes later, Karen had her very firstly penetrative climax. minute 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 speed 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 inclemency became unmanliness and he slipped away from her once again.

This clip, Karenic held Larry much tighter to her white meat, loving the smelling and feel of his heavily, slim body, as they both breathed hard, cheek to cheek. This was quite new for Karen, and she trembled with the joy of it, feeling the safety of Larry 's arms around her, his gentle heat and power.

They were not finished. They slept in each others'weapons system, and found each former again and again during the night. They were Thomas More than a small loath to part on William Ashley Sunday evening, after an intensely fold night and long day, during which they only left Karenic 's bed to use the can or to eat, and only when thirstiness took over briefly.

Sex with Larry had been exceptionally good during those hebdomad after they became lovers, and they began to spend nigh weekends together, either at Karen 's home or Larry 's. When they were not shopping or strolling hand in hand in the body politic, they filled every waking 60 minutes with wildness, discovering each others'dead body ; in Karenic 's grammatical case, a controlled abandon to the extent that she able to relax into the human relationship. She discovered that it was possible to achieve very acute piercing orgasms without having to reach for a credit card penis, a vibrating tube, and to share them with a caring partner for the commencement time, a totally new experience. For during her marriage to a egocentric man and a selfish buff, her only over release had been through sneak and lonely onanism and fantasy.

Larry was a patient and attentive lover, and unhurriedly helped Karenic to achieve tallness of rage she had never felt before in her last, her one and only old intimate relationship. Although he knew that she was using the contraceptive pill, he was Thomas More than aware as well that risk of disease still made Karen anxious. He was careful and considerate to use extra protection in the betimes twenty-four hours of their sexual love, until Karenic felt reassured and relaxed enough to allow skin against tegument in the most confidant orifice of her organic structure, and get his seminal fluid into her. She did n't know if it was love that she felt for Larry, but at the end of two months she was very well-situated indeed in her relationship with him, and hoped that it would go. Her old bouts of anxiousness came upon her less often than before.

Karen 's lifelike inhibitions in thing of sex showed early on, though, and Larry realised that she was far from ready to look sharp into the Sir Thomas More taboo expanse of grownup lovemaking. He was always patient, and Karen certainly appreciated his qualities of gentleness and understanding. For a long time, though, their love life was straight forward, in the dark or semi-dark and under the sheets ; always intense and ultimately fulfill, but Larry 's longer term, higher desires were thwarted by Karen 's reluctance to experiment. He would have liked to move forward in their intimacies, to taste and percentage the to a greater extent forbidden geographical zone of the kingdom of the flesh, relish oral sex. But he had to measure his tempo ; any pressure on such a reticent and potentially uneasy cleaning woman as Karenic could be disastrous to their relationship at this early stage. Larry was already in love, and would do nothing to scare Karen away at such a vital stagecoach of their relationship.

Now, affair had taken a tour for the risky, and Larry could n't operate out why.

When he suggested at the weekend that Karen come over for a romantic dinner and convey her nightlong bag, she started finding excuses not to go. And she no longer suggested they spend a cosy, amorous weekend at her home either. Larry was confused, could find no apparent system of logic in her sudden pulling out, especially since things had gone so well up to now. He had done aught wrong. Karenic did n't have star sign that she wanted to wreak the human relationship to an end, but at the Sami time was pulling back from it in odd mode. She was giving out mutually exclusive signals.

Chapter Two - Karenic 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, for sure. She would find it easily to get to lubricate, just watching a amorous moving-picture show at home alone or reading a John Stuart Mill & Daniel Boone. Or after a later night midweek phone conversation with her lover, during which she relaxed and allowed Larry 's seductive words to turn on her. As he whispered his longing, his adoration for her and described how he loved to hold and kiss her tit, piece her swollen mammilla, stroke her back and especially her seat, she would palpate her human face flush with selfish joy, the heat rise in her loins and her kitty begin to tingle.

For a few proceedings on the telephony, she forgot everything but the softness and the flush of Larry 's vox and his complex number caresses on her body, the mental images of his hard, curved penis and his slim, firm body.

posing beside the phone table on her low stool, legs akimbo, she would raise her yearn cotton fiber dark dress over her waist and button aside her panty. She would set aside the finger's breadth of her free hand to stroke over the backtalk of her garnish pussy very lightly, not probing, just a prelude to more unplayful attention later. For those few moment she longed to possess Larry 's rigid prick inside her soundbox, to feel it pushing and thrusting stiffly up towards her womb in that extra way that now made her orgasm so easily. Then to find the powerful dork of his cock and the spurt of his seed, to know 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 bring herself off, to pee-pee up for what she had been missing with Larry through the work out Clarence Day, to release some of this pent up passion - she once again started thinking about her problem. She realised that if Larry really was there, she would not be able right now to let him take over her consistency as they both would let liked. And somehow there was a perceptible diminution of those initial urges ; the tingling began to ebb away.

She would lie there on her back on her bed, night wearing apparel high up over her white meat, panty off, legs wide, head back on her pillow. center closed, she would rub her clitoris with her fingers, roll her generous breasts, pinch her enlarged mammilla, feeling the urges begin to mount, then taking out her thick, flexible pink pliant vibrator from its personal drawer, would commence to take on it around her raw puss mouth. She would card her clit and vaginal opening for a patch, anticipating the entryway of this plastic creature. And then, the urge to orgasm would begin to fall back almost as quickly as it had started, as she thought again and again about her problem.

On more than than one juncture like this, feeling almost desperate to rise that she still had the capacity to wreak herself to a climactic peak despite this nagging thing, she had persisted in her masturbation for well over an hour. She added more lubricating jelly, rubbing and rubbing the end of the bendy plastic organ over her most tender pubic areas, even thrusting the dildo in deep and hard and fast, hoping to stimulate her vagina by increasing the violence and rapidity of her actions. She pinched her mamilla harder ; she sought Sir Thomas More fantasies in her head, cried out Larry 's name. But it did n't study ; the more she insisted, the risky it became. She had no climax at the end, and her poor abused pussy was finally sore from the undue clash. She would discombobulate her dildo onto the base in anger and sob herself to slumber, feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself.

Karen soon got do-or-die ; she knew she needed to see a doctor, and the sooner the advantageously. Her entire eubstance was uncomfortable, day and night. She had severe stomach painful sensation intermittently, her sex life 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 :

Karenic had been in this humble Town in the country just a few calendar month, and had made only one friend during this clock time apart from Larry. A younger fille she worked with, Sandra - Sandie McPherson, proved to be a good, dependable friend to Karenic ; she helped Karen find her way around her new job during the subsiding in menstruation, and they discovered very soon that they enjoyed each other 's ship's company. They began to spend time together outside function 60 minutes, having a crapulence, or just relaxing at home to look out tv set, to mind to music and to chat. They talked a lot, shared their hopes and aspiration, invented crazy, unacceptable plot of land to make for about the downfall of unpleasant fellow, discussed thing of the marrow to the degree that Karenic felt able. Sandie was blond, shapely and sexy, and much more out-of-doors in many ways than her new friend, so Karen 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 conjugal intentions of more than one suitor, and basically lived alone. But she had a high sex effort, and More than one young man and dormancy mate. Karenic did n't adjudicate her morals at all, secretly envying the relaxation with which Sandie balanced her private life-time and working career, and how she floated openly between buff without feeling the indebtedness to choose one or the other as a permanent wave fixture in her life. What she did n't envy though, was the wellness risk that Sandie obviously took in her sexual promiscuity.

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

One evening, Karen finally asked Sandie about doctors. She did n't say outright what her motive was, just that she ought to register with someone, and wanted to make the right choice. Even with Sandie, she hesitated about revealing her intimate needs right hand then. Without vacillation, Sandie directed her to a sure Doctor of the Church Lorenzo. With a wicked grin, she said : `` He 's the dependable, and what 's more, the best looking doctor for Roman mile around. ``

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

The next morning, breathing rapidly with anxiety, but realising Thomas More than ever the grandness of her pauperization, Karen finally picked up the telephone and dialled physician Lorenzo 's bit. After explaining briefly, without particular, to the secretary that her problem was fairly urgent, the appealing woman immediately gave her a former appointment, for that same eve, after working hours.

Chapter quartet - Karenic and doc Lorenzo :

Karen was tardy arriving at the operation of Doctor Lorenzo that evening, adding somewhat to her already keyed up emotional country ; she had thought that she knew exactly where the address was in town, but finished by walking around several blocks before stumbling into the large natural oak room access of the right construction. At the entryway was a smoothen brass section memorial tablet : Dr. Marcel Lorenzo MD, superior general Practitioner.

XVIII minutes late for her appointment, Karen ran breathlessly up a flight of stairs and burst clumsily and panting into the doctor 's response, where she found the doctor 's secretary, a plain, frumpy 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 in eyeshot of your absence, so I 'll have to ask you to hold off over there. He should n't be too longsighted. I must leave alone now that you 've arrived, but I 'll tell the doctor that you 're here waiting. ''

Still breathing hard, Karen thanked her and settled uneasily onto a neat, hard

wooden chair on the opposite incline 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 secretarial assistant bid her expert even and leftfield.

As the min slipped by, sitting there uncomfortably, Karenic worried and worried to a greater extent and more about the coming interview ; she knew her anxiety would increase, and she would take in difficulty finding the right hand words to explain and then discuss the detail of her predicament to this unsung doctor. Not many Word of God 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 plough and run ; she simply had to go through with this.

After a tense up five Thomas More minutes, there was a sudden click as the threshold leading to doc Lorenzo 's consulting way opened, causing a minor burst of fear in Karen 's chest ; out stepped a offspring man, leaving the door ajar. Smiling briefly in her direction, he left, and Karenic waited again. A moment later, she heard a delicate but very masculine vocalisation inviting her to issue forth right in. Taking a abstruse breathing spell, she stood up, and knees shaking, tit clump, she entered the inner sanctum of the consulting room and finally came aspect to face with Doctor Lorenzo.

Closing the threshold, she crossed the turgid room, 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 's bedside manner smile and stood, to offer his outstretched hand.

His presence was immediately impressive, thought Karen. Unlike her old confidant, Doctor Stroud, he was not wearing a white total length testing ground coat, but a pale bluing, unretentive sleeved tie-less shirt and black trouser. wild blue yonder to oppose perfectly his centre, thought Karen, and black to match his hair on his heading and on his forearms and the spinal column of his hired hand. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karenic remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very well-favored man. Probably in his center mid-forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called : a winning smile.

Despite Karen 's anxiety, she felt a small leap of another kind in her knocker, and the tiniest womanly joy from seeing this wickedness haired man with very white teeth smiling before her. As she slipped her hired man into that of medico Lorenzo, she felt his cool squeeze and another pleasant tiny increase in her heartbeat. He invited her to sit down opposite him, on the early face of his wide nighttime oak desk with red leather insert. The desk was big enough to accommodate a telephone, a mish-mash of files and a portable data processor, which was open on the side of meat. Karenic also noticed a photograph bod, but it was turned away from her. Probably a crime syndicate photo, she thought.

Karen sank hesitantly into a very comfortable, upright armchair of the same red leather, placed her handbag on the floor at her pes and clasped her mitt together on her lap. Her brass knucks soon became flannel.

waiting for the doctor to utter, she glanced around, noticing an test lounge on one side of the room, and a small washbasin on the other. There was what looked like a can cabinet behind her, to one side of the entrance threshold. Light came in brightly from a senior high school frosted trash window behind Dr. Lorenzo.

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

He was quite used to having all form of women before him, clothed and uncase, 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 crinkle gabardine blouse and brown dame, he saw that it was not bad at all, with proud breasts which could n't be easily hidden, pushing at her buttoned nominal head. And her side was pretty too, framed by short, neat, dark hair. An added fillip. He allowed himself, therefore, the indulgence of a slight twitch of his phallus and line of descent to run into his lower mineral vein, looking forward to the initiatory occasion he would be capable to see his new patient 's dead body unveiled - whenever that may be. Then he broke the sentiment sharply, to look down and open another blue Indian file on the desk in front line of him. He found very little data inside, just Karen 's name, address and telephone set number, and a note : `` ... new to area, recommended by friend, Sandra Aimee Semple McPherson ... ''

Seeing these few, but meaningful row, in an instant, physician Lorenzo smiled inwardly, and his penis twitched again. He reminded himself that he had not seen Sandie for quite a while, and maybe he should call her, to remind her that she ought to descend for her regular 'check-up'. He had always enjoyed examining Sandie. If she was too officious, maybe he would call by her house sometime, by arrangement, of course. If that suited her ...

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

Trying to give the appearance of being still, Karen explained briefly, in a slightly shivering phonation, her recent reaching in the territorial dominion, and medico Lorenzo asked one or two polite questions about her past sprightliness and her work. He was happy, he said, to experience her on his leaning of patient. He explained too that he would have to get details of her medical account, and therefore needed to get her files from her previous doctor. Karen, still breathing unevenly, tried to respond the questions in as relaxed manner as possible, but dreaded inscrutable inside the here and now when doc Lorenzo would reach the point where it would be requirement to do it why she had really come to see him.

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

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

This was it. Karen began to panic again. Breathing toilsome, she opened her back talk and tried to verbalise. Recognising her hesitation, Doctor Lorenzo placed his elbow joint on his desk, clasped his handwriting together in front of his mouth, and waited patiently, still smiling. Then : `` Try to relax, Mrs Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. ; tell apart 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 ... ''

zippo sensible was coming out, and Karenic 's scare could only get more than intense, if she did n't obtain a way to blurt out her fear. She tried knockout to centre ; she had had mickle of meter - all day to plan what to say, but her system of logic had gone, and here she was, blathering again.

Finally : `` It 's a interrogative of ... sewer, Doctor. ``

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

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

Nodding, Karen smiled, embarrassed and flushed, feeling risky than she had ever felt in her life, even unfit than on the day when she started her point for the first gear sentence and soaked her knee pants, her dress and her shoal arse with unexpected and terrifying teenaged menstrual leakings.

doctor Lorenzo 's future few words were carefully measured to try and take a crap Karen begin to feel Thomas More at informality and reassure her that he was there to assist her with medical thing. He explained, simply that constipation was a very common complaint, and there really was no need to feel embarrassed about it. He was indisputable he could purpose her condition. What he did not say was that he was already thinking about the pleasance of examining Karenic naked or partly disinvest, and the options of treatment, which he would also revel. His penis twitched yet again and started to replete up quite seriously. Doctor Lorenzo enjoyed his work.

Unaware of what was happening inside Doctor Lorenzo 's pants under his desk, and taking deep breathing space, Karen began to settle a little better in her leather armchair, now that her confession was finally out. She did n't require to mouth for a little while, as the smiling, well-disposed MD went on to excuse, in a fairly matter-of-fact medico 's way, how stultification could rise for various reasons. He asked about her casual and weekly diet, whether she ate a lot of veg and cereals, drank a lot of water, took exercise. He told her also, that moving from one district to another, a alteration of water could be one of the causes of constipation. And of course, anxiety itself would n't help. Karen nodded now and again, listing in some detail what she had been habitually eating and imbibition.

They established that she had had very few acceptable visits to the toilet in the last month. Whenever she had been moderately successful, whatever she had produced had been dry and unspeakable. She had suffered severe abdomen aches for various days.

Then, question came up about Karenic 's sexual activeness, and Doctor Lorenzo explained how impairment could sometimes affect the power to relax during sexual sexual congress. Of track, Karen knew all about this from first deal, but her shyness prevented her from going into particular about her relationship with Larry and her masturbatory block. She just hinted that, yes, she had, in fact, experienced 'certain difficulty'in that area.

The doctor seemed perfectly to understand Karen 's reluctance to say more, measuring the emotional personality of his new and occupy patient with his many long time of medical experience. Now, recognising her reticence, it occurred to him that the joy of helping this pretty new patient could be even greater than he had a first thought it might. Karen might even be the hone patient for his trend of discussion, and he smiled inwardly, enjoying the sexual power now flowing strongly through the veins in his penis.

Unaware of this inconspicuous, increasing blood flow in her new doctor 's nether region, Karen began to make relaxed. Her breathing slowed, the thumping in her breast lessened. She stopped wringing her hands together, and her own pedigree began to flow back into her fingers again.

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

Of course, apart from some sort of prescription, Karenic had no melodic theme, so she just fidgeted slightly and looked down at her buckle hands, the tautness coming back briefly.

'' First, Mrs Shepard, I want you to try and relax. We will receive the best solution
for you, do n't concern. That 's why we 're here, and you did absolutely the right on matter in coming to see me. '' From his own point of view especially, he thought.

'' Thank you ... I 'm trying to unlax, medico, but I 've never had this ... kind of ... problem before, and frankly ... I 'm at a personnel casualty ... '' Karenic sought more word, but failed to articulate what she meant.

'' I understand perfectly, '' replied Doctor Lorenzo, `` it 's a very personal and intimate thing, and it 's perfectly natural that you would be embarrassed about it. But believe me, you 're not the only one to stimulate experienced this discomfort, and as a doctor, I am well placed to suggest one of several solutions available. ''

He seemed to reflect for a moment or two, then : `` First, I should run out a simple examination. Of your anus, Mrs Alan Shepard. Unfortunately my helper, who is give suck and secretary, has left for the day, and normally it is preferable to have another female present. ``

He paused for a moment, allowing Karen to intend 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 eve, rather than have you make another appointment and waitress a while 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 national exploration really is essential to see what job exist, before we can make up one's mind whatever solution is conquer for you. ``

Karen snapped out of her semi-relaxed state, and began trembling inwardly again. Only her new lover Larry had been anywhere near the intimate 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 fingerbreadth into that place. She did n't have intercourse if she could possibly allow this physician she did n't cognise yet to convey the kind of intimate examination she began to ideate.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, this charming, handsome and apparently experient and kindly doctor was talking about 'examining'her forbidden, personal and individual nether realm, and the whole idea simply horrified Karenic, almost frightened her to death - no affair how charming, smiling, handsome and attractive he was.

Then reflecting in the unforesightful potential time available, Karen decided that his manifest kindness and his promise to be gentle were encouraging. She knew also, that if she did n't go along with his marriage proposal, she would be back at substantial one ; she would go on suffering a piece longer, and would eventually have to return. Or worse : she would experience to go see another doctor, who might not be as sort and gentle. Nor as handsome. Nor as charming.

Karen 's waver, almost inertia, gave the putting surface light to Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, and he stood up and ask for Karenic to go over to a waist high gear, business firm leather couch against a wall of his consulting room, and to lie down on it, on a full length report towel. But before lying down, he invited her to exact off her underwear, keeping on her blouse and skirt. He turned his cover, and Karenic, having no pick, but still trembling, reached quickly under her skirt, slipped down her tenuous scanty, folded it and placed it on a chairperson alongside, and finally climbed up onto the sofa. Carefully re-arranging her annulus to cover as best she could her speed legs and thighs, she lay back, placed her header onto a indulgent pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.

Once the rustle of the theme indicated to Doctor Lorenzo that she was lying down and comfortable, he turned back towards Karenic and smiled again, reassuringly, as he put on a pair of very alright, colourless latex paint gloves.

Stretched out like that, staring at the wall, Karen felt all at once totally vulnerable, but nevertheless ready to give herself up at live on to whatever the Doctor decided was requisite. She just wanted to get this examination over, pulling on her panty and run away from him as fast as possible, clutching what she hoped would be a lifesaving medical examination prescription. 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 locating. He was really looking forward to seeing underneath that brown business enterprise skirt of Karen's.

There was a moment 's interruption, and then : `` I 'll just filch up your dame, Mrs Shepard. ''. Now on her left side, and feeling cool, pleasant air on her buttocks, thigh and legs, she heard him say : `` please stoop up your rightfield leg up to your chest, keeping your left leg straight. Relax, this will only take a few arcminute ... ... it will be over before you know it. ``

medico Lorenzo 's eyes fell upon the pale effeminateness of Karen 's naked can and second joint for the first gear fourth dimension. He was certainly impressed. His phallus was fully hard in an instant. His eyes opened wider in secret joy. Here we go again, he thought.

'' outset, I 'll just rub a petty sterilised lubricating substance between your buttocks around the entrance to your anus, to alleviate the penetration of my finger. Is this the first time you 've had such an test ? ``

Hearing a sound of confirmation, he went on : `` I 'll be as gentle as potential ... .I do n't think you 'll receive it too uncomfortable ... .. just a minuscule ... ..strange the kickoff time, but not painful. Some people even find it ... ..pleasant ... ..stimulating. ''

This experience doctor knew that he was already finding it stimulating ; his member was now very hard indeed, and was pushing at the front of his pants. Luckily, there was no tenting visible, due to the usual coarctation of his underpants, but he was enjoying the inflammation so far, the detrition of the end of his hammer against silk, and he relished the side by side few instant to number. It was an examination he had done a thousand times, and he had never failed to savor this totally intimate exploration and digital invasion of the female body. In short-circuit, 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 little anus, and in Recent days she had felt such an on-going soreness, a sharp uncomfortableness there, due to her elbow grease to go to evacuate her bowels. Now, this man was going to diffuse her delicate little bud with his finger ! Her external respiration was getting more and more speedy as she waited, bum and thighs exposed to the fresh air of Dr. Lorenzo 's consulting room, and what 's Thomas More, totally exposed to his uninhibited gaze.

She did n't get laid the effect that this sight had already on the doctor 's genitals.

There was not long for Karenic to wait. She felt the calorie-free of a touch of latex paint covered palm and fingers on one of her bum impertinence, a squeeze, pulling it to one side. Then, almost immediately a cool, slippery essence being spread by a fingerbreadth, then various digit, onto the area around the tiny pickle of her anus.

It was so pacify, and not at all unpleasant, ruminate Karen. Her before threat receded momentarily. It was sort of like a luminosity fingered, gooey massage, she thought. This preparedness went on for a few foresightful moments, and then she heard physician Lorenzo say : `` May I remark, Mrs Alan Shepard that you certainly have a very pretty backside ''.

Karen 's heart 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 have a go at it, and who surely, surely should n't be saying such matter to a patient he did n't know either. Or whether to be flattered. Or whether to think he was saying it to deflect her from the intimacy of the test she was undergoing for the very first time, as division of his medical checkup technique, to lighten the post somewhat. She blushed, said nix, and waited.

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

At the very same blink of an eye, she felt the atmospheric pressure of something, a finger's breadth, she knew it was for certain, against her tiny anal opening. She felt herself strain up. The light pressure stayed there whilst doc Lorenzo said : `` Now you will sense my finger pushing very gently, Mrs Shepard. When you feel it wardrobe harder, try to slack up your anal muscles, I shall be about to get through your pretty little anus ; if you feel any pain or even discomfort, just say so immediately, and I 'll break to reserve you to get used to it, alright ? ``

'' Alright ... Dr. '' replied Karen, breathlessly, and waited, dreading this totally unwelcome, but predicted, and now inevitable, unavoidable penetration of her most mystical orifice.

The pressure level of MD Lorenzo 's latex covered finger increased, felt piercing against Karenic 's little tuck fix, then she felt a cardsharp, uncomfortable sensation as the finger, this extraneous object, met the initial resistance of her anal annulus. She wanted to stop it, push away the encroacher. A secondly 's vacillation, more pressure, then his finger slid in, just a cm, no more. Karen gasped out loud.

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

Nnnn ... nnno, not really '' replied Karenic shakily, though it was slightly uncomfortable, and the very strangest tactual sensation, to have 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 just inside her bum hole for a spell, 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 slue deeper, very gently and very slowly, only a half a centimetre at a time. Soon, Karen had the stamp that her whole anus was filled by something as huge as a cucumber. She held her hint. She could n't determine yet whether it was really painful or not, only that she felt totally filled up, and that she had a strong urge to reject this laborious object by contracting her anal muscles.

medico Lorenzo meanwhile, standing over Karen and gazing at her lovely fundament, his digit planted just inside her ass, was having a truly great metre. His cock was hard as a rock, and twitching violently inside his drawers. He wanted to wrick 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 sealed computer code of value-system, after all. So for the moment, with his free hand he just re-arranged his dick inside his silk shift, so that it was pointing up towards his belly, the bulbous tip now freer to expound and throb inside his pants.

Karen felt the invader Menachem Begin to pull away. Then it stopped, paused and advanced again, perceptibly back inside her anus. This meter, Karen tried not to resist, tried to loose and leave the opposition to squeeze its way into her. This time, Doctor Lorenzo 's finger slid in easier, and a little boost. He smiled delightedly in his own common soldier world of sexual pleasure, but Karenic could n't see his face. She knew nada of his cerebral and sexual exhilaration, of his straining erection.

Karen waited, tried to slack up, not an easy thing to do at this trice. The finger's breadth pulled back again, then thrust forward, a little quicker. Karen managed to unstrain a tiny bit. The whiz now was not really painful inside her anus ; it was no longer uncomfortable ; in fact, it was almost as Doctor Lorenzo had said - almost pleasant.

The foraging fingerbreadth moved again, as though twisting inside her anus, pulled back, pushed in, up to the medico 's second knuckle, then to the limit of his finger length, encountered a block. Karenic 's breathing changed, from a previously unquiet round, to what she thought and feared was becoming a slightly excited chemical reaction in her chest. And in her lower body too.

She allowed herself to imagine, somehow, that this was no retentive a truly medical examination, but an act of arousal that she was experiencing. The foxy penetration of MD Lorenzo 's finger's breadth had taken on a even and persistent cadence, and as the second passed, she no longer had that impulse to force back the encroacher. Her anal muscles relaxed almost fully, and she began to receive each gentle, loving poke of his digit. Wyrd, even surreal as this experience seemed to her, she began to finally interpret how a charwoman could allow a man 's penis inside her near mystical gob, and enjoy being sodomised like this by a lover.

Something else : Karen was now more and more aware that there was a tingling in her vagina, the source of genuine sexual fervour. Her cunt felt very warm and moist, and she began to occupy about the possibility of her love juices starting to run visibly out of her snatch lips, if this continued much longer. She could n't break her back talk possible action and emitting a frail sigh, which became almost a breathy moan. This moan did not get out doctor Lorenzo 's ears, nor did he miss the decided shaking in Karen 's lower body as he thrust his finger back and forth into her pretty petty ass. As ever, he was enjoying his work as a medical practitioner. His shaft strained at his habiliment, rock hard and pulsing. Now he began to feel the ahead of time demand release for expiration, wanted to sense the coolheaded air on his rooster, and then more.

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

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

And then the Doctor 's finger receded for the last meter ; there was a modest wet popping noise as it left the sanctitude of her anal opening. Karen suddenly felt a maven 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 examination. Flushed with excitement, her vagina now throbbing and even wetter, she waited for Doctor Lorenzo 's next words.

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

'' There. You can replace your panty now, Mrs Shepard. Your pretty footling bum is all clean and shiny again. If my small scrutiny has brought on a pauperism to go to the commode, feel free to use the closet 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 of the Church Lorenzo 's broad 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 wholly experience to the extent that her pussycat was sopping wet and she was actually highly sexually excited, against all her natural inclinations and initial fear.

The actual incursion of her eubstance had proved to be much less of an ordeal than she had first imagined it would be, had finally become a joy of a variety she could not have imagined before. Her view accelerated, turned to her lover ; she imagined that if Larry had been there right for her at that instant, she would have dragged him close to her, ripped open his trouser, grabbed and caressed his familiar harshness, hastening to find his hard pecker inside her, front or back, she would n't care. She would cause done everything with him, raced to a mutual orgasm as quickly as possible.

She sat back down in the plush leather chair, and Doctor Lorenzo 's interpreter once again brought her back to reality : `` Now ... we need to consider with this ... obstruction of yours, Mrs Shepard. In view of the time that has passed since your ... problem started ... a quick solution is advisable. There are what we might call 'small clyster'usable at the pharmacy. These are very neat and easy to use, and you can administer them yourself quite simply at dwelling, in tally privacy ; they are often sufficiently effective, in many vitrine of constipation, to prompt an evacuation of the bowels. ''

Karenic nodded, felt her face colour up again. Her pantie had become deaden between her thigh, her pussy was still tingling ad leaking ; her breathing charge per unit was still eminent, but she concentrated on what the doctor was saying.

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

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

'' Once again, in rules of order to give rapid relief from your ... blockage this evening, you must place your personal self-assurance in me to carry out a full enema. Of class, we wo n't have 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 line, I can assure you that the whole thing will be quite painless, even concordant for you. Especially afterwards. ``

A full clyster ! A full phase of the moon clyster ! Karen 's eyes opened wide, and the doctor realised her chemical reaction of fear immediately, saw her flush, tremble, fidget.

Be brave, Mrs Sam Shepard. It will only consume a short sentence, and you will be able-bodied to go home this eve entirely relieved of your occlusion and feeling a wholly lot better than you did before you arrived here earlier. ``

MD Lorenzo was proud of his ability to remain calm and 'professional'in front of this unsure char with the pretty face and perfect ass. He was enjoying himself to a greater extent than he had for a foresightful time ; since Sandie McPherson 's live on sojourn in fact.

A interruption, allowing Karenic to gather her thinking, then : `` fit in ? Shall we try it ? ''

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

The Son 'start where we left off'made Karen 's meat clunk again, but not completely out of awe this time. The previous five minutes had been so good that she thought about the enema with prognosticate pleasure, even though she did n't really recognize what it entailed yet.

'' Alright '' began medico Lorenzo, turning his backrest momentarily. `` Take off your panty again and lie down as before, please. '' His instruction was now firm. He was in more of a hurriedness to get to the adjacent level of Karen 's treatment.

Karenic did as instructed, slipping off her step-in, placing it on the same chair, and lay down on the leather lounge on her left field side, as before, bending up her right leg towards her chest. She heard the slap of latex mitt being donned, and then for what seemed a few transactions, some whisper noises around the consulting room.

There was the running of water, as though the Doctor was filling a bottle or jug from a tap. She began the process of trying to decompress again whilst all this was taking place, breathing deeply and evenly, staring at the consulting room wall behind the lounge. Then she saw out of the box of her eye physician Lorenzo appear at the fanny end of the couch, wheeling a tall 'T'shaped metal stand, with a large, liquidness filled plastic bag hanging on it. A plastic tube about half a metre long, trailing from the bag, had a little stopover tap at the top and a small-scale beak at the fanny end.

'' This is all we need to shell out your enema, Mrs Shepard. Do n't be alarmed by what you see. The result in the bag is simply strong water and soap, by the way, for your ease. The most effective solution for enemas is normally coffee and ardent pee, but for now, grievous bodily harm and water will throw 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 just ... more comfortable ... on your spinal column for this ... yes, I think so. ``

Karen rolled over, repositioned herself with just a piddling reluctance. Once on her back, she felt the softness of a pillow pressed against her au naturel behind. She lifted her butt automatically, allowing the pillow to slue underneath, thus raising her pussycat and her anal possible action a few centimetres sack up of the couch. She looked up to see physician Lorenzo smile, as though to himself, then say softly : `` Even though I shall be missing the opportunity to gaze upon your perfect buttocks this time. ''

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

'' Good, now levy up your knees towards your chest please. Like that, yes. ``

Looking now at the roof, Karen raised her knee joint up towards her chest, her annulus falling back over her waistline. She pressed her knees together bashfully, very aware that even so, the medico would be treated to an unrestricted persuasion down below of her neatly trimmed pubes, her labia, vagina and all. She gripped the position of the couch.

touch sensation newly and perversely exposed, Karen placed her feet flat on the theme towel covered couch and allowed her head to relax back onto the pillow. But her breathing would not slow up down, her breast would not hold on thumping ; she anticipated excitedly the coming minutes, not really knowing exactly how this clyster experience would experience. She was going into the unknown.

right field now, however, Karen seemed to be feeling none of that fearfulness she had experienced at the outset, and dared admit to herself that she was in an odd, even half disgraceful sort of way, looking forward to renewing some of the sensations she had earlier savor inside her anus, if that was what an enema was. Her hot pussycat had not at all stopped tingling and lubricating throughout the metre that physician Lorenzo had been pre-occupied with his grooming, and in any other private and convenient destiny she would already be forcefully rubbing her clit towards orgasm, with or without dildo. It would suffer to expect, she thought, but as soon as she got home, she would be able-bodied to attend to her growing needs. And perhaps this clock time, she would get that long delinquent fulfilment, if the doctor succeeded in ridding her of this blockage.

As Doctor Lorenzo moved back to the end of the couch, leaned over and, from between her human knee, looked into Karenic 's centre, he took hold of the end of the enema tube in one hand and pulled it around and down towards her stifle, as though testing the length and length from her anus. Instinctively, Karen opened her knees, knowing what was to come. The doctor held her eyes for a second base or two, then as though drawn by attractor, his blue oculus dropped down to her crotch. His brow 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 moral philosophy of her medico, Karenic thought mostly about her tingly, dripping pussy and the renewed penetration of her anus bound to come up. His weighted personal remarks served only to advance this clamorous sensation of intimate titillation she was feeling, and Karenic ventured to attend at Doctor Lorenzo in a more unfastened way. She began to suppose him as a intimate partner, wondered how he would be underneath his black pant. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and standstill, she even dared glimpse down to his private parts. Was that a bulge down there ?

She had felt his sense of touch, but only through latex paint baseball glove ; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor 's script on her ass and thighs, his pro touch becoming caresses in her mental imagery. She began to imagine how that cock would look if he released it from his bloomers, wondered if it was long, or thick. If it was curved, like Larry 's. The succus continued to flow down below and Karen felt very good indeed, as she lay back on the couch, waiting for this now welcome invasion of her puckered, slightly enlarged anal retentive opening.

Gazing uninhibitedly at Karenic 's vagina, it was impossible not to see that her pussy sass were swollen, moist, even dripping wet, and Doctor Lorenzo knew from many years of experience that his exam earlier had had a totally predictable 'certain effect'on his patient. His cock was still pulsing strongly and his downhearted heart gleamed, though Karen 's saw none of this ; her psyche was now back on the pillow, and she was looking up slacken, at the consulting way ceiling again.

A whispering of latex again, and there was that familiar spirit 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 illegitimate joy. Those amazingly expert, experienced doctor 's finger moved so lightly, so erotically around her rosebud. It seemed to go on and on, her vaginal upheaval increasing by the secondly. She wanted to reach for her vibrator and dip it hard into her juice dripping cunt. Or snap up Larry and assault him. Or grab the medico and attract him down onto her - anything. Such was the lightness, the passion rising in her body.

Suddenly, Karen felt something touch her clitoris. It must make been, surely must have been, an accident. Her gloomy dead body jumped as a acutely surge of joy went through her, a mini-orgasm. Letting out a breathy gasp, her head came up from the pillow, to expect straight into physician Lorenzo 's smiling puritanic eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

'' Oh, excuse me '' said the Dr., and stopped spreading the lube for a consequence. `` Sorry if that harm. ``

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 Karen. `` It 's alright ... it just took me by surprise. It did n't suffer ... I just was n't expecting it. ``

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

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

Her mind went back onto the pillow again, and she relaxed into the flavor of the cool down slippery lubricating substance and medico Lorenzo 's experienced finger's breadth slipping and smoothing over and around her now ultra-sensitive anal zona, until at last, at long last, what Karen had been waiting for : his rigid finger pressed against her midget back passage once again, paused for a moment and slipped, this meter more easily into her secret mess. blissfulness, thought Karenic, loving the getting even of this once feared encroachment 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 welcome kettle of fish. Her turmoil began to get on again, almost back to its former level ; her secretions began to flow and she just knew that the paper towel would soon be flooded with her confidant juices. She was beyond caring. She wanted it to go on and on.

Doctor Lorenzo, meanwhile, was having fun too, enjoying the tactile property of his rigid tumescence inside his pants, the silk slipperiness caressing his balls, enjoying the liberties of intimacy he was taking with this mythologic female ass and pussy, totally opened up to his gaze and his penetrating finger. He too was leaking intimate juices from the end of his aching hammer. Something would have to be done about that. And soon.

Then Karenic was mindful that the finger stopped moving, then slipped out with the Lapplander boggy plop sound as before. She looked up again, to see MD Lorenzo reaching for the end of the enema subway. Pulling it again towards and between her knees, then down in towards her privates. He held it there for a here and now, as he explained the next steps.

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

Karen nodded ; oh yes, she was more than make for the unknown experience of her first base enema, and allowed her head to loose back once more onto the soft pillow. She wanted to palpate this, appreciate every look of this sensation, not necessarily to reckon, but to feel, and much more importantly enjoy.

Was that a finger again touching her little brown golf hole ? One of her bum brass was pressed to one incline by rubber-base paint covered, firm but entitle fingers. A mo 's hesitation, and she felt a petite nudge of the nozzle end beginning to come home her ass. It was smaller than the doctor 's digit, somehow piercing, not so consonant. But once the nozzle was in, it felt better. But now that oh so soft sensation of caressing fingers was missing. Karenic could n't help palpate just a bit discomfited, somehow deprived of something extra, though the level of her inflammation did n't diminish one iota.

Doctor Lorenzo : `` Now, I shall unfold this little valve and permit the liquidness to flow into your anus. You should give a warm, not unpleasant sensation of smooth filling your bowels for a while. In due course, if you should sense cramps at any moment, you must tell me straight away. Otherwise, we 'll just let the bag void itself into you ; it should only take a few transactions. Once that 's done, you will soon deliver a strong urge to go to the throne, but try to hold back as long as potential. When it gets impossible to take hold back, severalize me and I 'll help you to the cabinet. ``

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

Very soon, there was a delicious cognizance 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 Karen, almost refusing to trust how such a procedure, intended to cure an hinder health problem, could be so fleshly and sexually stimulating at the same clip. Her pussy tingled even more. She had the impression her cunt brim were wide undefended and swollen and leaking her juices everywhere ; and the knowledge that the doctor had a full-of-the-moon view of her stimulated genitals excited her even more. She knew that if she had been alone and able-bodied to just rub her clit a lilliputian with her plastic toy, she would have exploded into orgasm in very short time. At that split second, Karenic Shepard was more than than halfway to paradise.

Doctor Lorenzo was excited also. He too wanted to rub himself to culminate inside his gasp. Or better, fish out his swollen, rigid cock and thrust it into the delightfully open and dripping wet pussy of his new and prettiest patient, Karen Shepard. He kept himself under control condition, it was his job. A job he loved.

And Karen did n't bury that Doctor Lorenzo was there ; he became the object of her desires now. This excitement in her snatch reminded her how practically better everything would be if she could give birth her love box filled right now with Larry 's hard, starchy and throbbing dick. But the only cock anywhere near was that of the doctor, and she wanted very badly to see it, touch it, have it rammed inside her vagina, poke up to occupy her other orifice whilst this tender feeling swirled around inside her anus and bowels. She focused on this, as her intimate turmoil mounted.

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

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

With that, he lifted her skirt higher over her shank, began to rub her belly very gently with his lubricated latex gloved hands, one shot and troll, up and down, pressing lightly now and again. Karen thought how nice that was, and despite the pain, thought how a good deal better it ought to be without the baseball mitt. It was as though the Doctor had read her judgment. She heard the walkover of rubber-base paint, knowing that he had ripped the gloves off, then felt his warm hands back on her belly, moist with lube. He rubbed gently in circles, he smoothed her belly flesh, he caressed. Karen forgot about the cramps infliction, relaxed into the tremendous smell of the substantial deal of her new, grim, handsome, sensual doctor.

The cramps went away slowly, leaving only the gentle and accordant swirling of warm liquid inside her bowels. doc Lorenzo carried on his ministrations to Karen 's belly, enjoying his power. Karen carried on enjoying the caresses, the strong liquidity from the clyster still running down the vacuum tube into her body.

Doctor Lorenzo was enjoying too his caresses on Karenic 's belly, as he looked closely at her neatly trimmed sex and labia, reddened, open and leaking profusely her pre-orgasmic juice onto the theme towell. He imagined how it would be rip off the rest of Karen 's vesture, place his soundbox close up between her raised undecided second joint, ram his hardness inside her and pump his pressing 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 progress even more, as Dr. Lorenzo 's caresses moved just a little depressed, towards her close cropped pubic arena. Each time one of his hand went up and round of golf, it descended a little lower, until she was aching for his hand to continue its journeying to her swollen, dripping pussy lips. She now wanted those fingers on her clitoris, to rub her to her first climax in several weeks, such was the intensity of her build-up. She was ready to come, and come hard. She just needed somebody to touch the induction and she would go off like a bomb, she just knew it.

Doctor of the Church Lorenzo knew this too ; he was an experienced practitioner, but a man first. He knew all the signs of a cleaning woman close to orgasm : the grueling breathing, the rise and fall of her heaving breasts under her blouse, which he had n't yet seen or touched. The effort of Karen 's belly, modest body and thighs. No quarrel were necessary. The ribbon of one hand slid down onto her upper thigh, then thumb first into the apparition of Karen 's thigh and pressed against the scuttle of her pussy, rubbed lightly at first on her cunt back talk, then up and onto her clitoris. His other hand carried on soothing her belly. He moved around the lounge to her side. Pressing his lower body forward towards the couch, his cloth covered hardness came into delicious contact with the bare sissiness of Karenic 's outer raised thigh. Twisting his bridge player so that his palm was covering her now swollen button, he crooked his digit and in an instant it had breached her hot slit brim and was inside her.

Karen exploded. Nothing else was needed. She felt the pressure of something hard against her thigh, but this lovely, lovely doctor 's finger inside her hot moistness and his decoration pressing on her clit were all that were necessary to impart her over the sharpness, to shuddering pleasure. She convulsed, shook violently as she came, gasped, cried out something, she did n't know what. Eyes closed, her headspring thumped, her articulatio coxae raised themselves off the lounge and quaked ; as her hips dropped, she felt the sharp nudge of the enema nozzle inside her ass. She pressed down hard, as though to wedge the nozzle even mystifying, amplifying the rush of pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her heaving breast against her chip Stanford White blouse and she kept on coming and coming. She lost count of the orgasmic compression in her cunt.

Doctor Lorenzo was rhapsodic ; now blatantly humping his hard, itching dick against Karen 's second joint, he was ravaging her sopping cunt with his finger and stroking her belly, his eyed glued to this delicious point where his digit was penetrating her soundbox, feeling the soft pulp inside her vagina, the point where his palm pressed down on her enlarged clitoris. As Karen 's chest heaved, his eyes scanned the stunning fullness of her erect nipples outlined through her blouse. He longed to rip unresolved that blouse and suck them hard into his backtalk, bit 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 finish shudder out of her sexual climax.

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

doctor Lorenzo wanted to come with Karen. He was on the border too, feeling the rubbing of the compliant softness of her thigh against his turgid cock, longing to share this precious second of extortionate pleasure that he knew Karen was enjoying right then. He wanted the same waiver, to feel his seed spitting out into the world, or thick into Karen 's body, from his sperm-full balls and his set tool, but he knew he would have to hold off a while.

As the volume of her orgasm began to recede and her loud gasping slowed down, Karen perceived a different kind of look. A sudden but sure build up of swimming pressure in her abdomen and anus made her panic again. She clenched her ass muscles. She needed a toilet, and fast !

She opened her middle wide, looked up to the stand with the dangling bag. The snoot of the enema was still in her ass, but the bag was hollow of its soapy liquid. She thought she was going explode, in a different common sense of the word ; her thinker and her ass and the quietus of her breathless, shaking body were in level ten scare state.

Doctor Lorenzo saw at once her of fear, recognised her immediate need. Despite being himself very close to drenching his silk parapraxis with a much needed ejaculation against Karen 's thigh, he snapped into urgent medical practitioner natural process. His own pleasure had to await a spell. He slipped his finger out of Karen 's vagina, gave a go caress of fingerbreadth to her pussy lips. He eased the imperativeness of his penis against Karen 's leg, reached around to err the nozzle of the enema out of her anus. Karen felt moist blips, tiny lead of rue as foremost Doctor Lorenzo 's digit abandoned her, then as the nozzle slipped out of her rosebud. But there was something much more important going on right now. She was set to void, and how !

Doctor Lorenzo took Karen by her upper branch, firmly but gently pulling her into a sitting position. Their eyes met for the first off metre in various transactions, twinkle, but there was professional concern in those of doc Lorenzo. No news were spoken. Karen looked down, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, belatedly and uselessly covering her reserve. She was still panting from the climax 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, messy stroke right there in the consulting way. So totally preoccupied had she been with the awful pleasure generated by the enema and Doctor Lorenzo 's soothing, caressing hands that she had been taken quite by surprise at the sudden pinnacle of pressure sensation in her innards.

The Doctor led her, clenching her ass muscle, quickly towards the bathroom cabinet. He pushed the doorway inwards and stepped aside to enable Karen to rush in and throw her bum cheeks onto the cold toilet seat, gathering her skirt around her waistline - just as the pressure became too much to contain back. He switched on the light and closed the door without a word.

Karen, now a niggling breathless again as a termination of the dash from couch to toilet cabinet, relaxed her anal muscle completely, and let it all go.

The ease was almost beyond her straightaway comprehension. After all those weeks of tensity and failure to gruntle the irritating penury to empty her gut, it simply poured out of her. Head back, she sighed and sighed and just let it gush into the w.c. pot, for what seemed like various minutes. Then as the pressure reduced and the spewing slowed down, she twisted around and pressed on the push of the w.c. cistern. As the water gushed into the pot with almost as a good deal mass as her insides had just spewed forth, she clenched and unclenched her anal muscleman, as though to try and coerce Thomas More to exit, to guarantee that her viscera were fully evacuated again, at long last. As she did that, a flyspeck climax twitched inside her vagina, causing her to jump, surprised inwardly at the sudden, delightful return of the momentarily forgotten pleasure in her pussy.

She sighed again, and as her breathing began to slacken back to pattern, paused to realise the enormity of what had just happened in the privacy 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 interrogatory for the very first time - and by a stranger - but also submitting herself deliriously to a broad enema conducted by her new, sensual doctor ? And had all this eventually led her to a pitch of intimate excitement quite unknown quantity in her previous life, brought on by the enema and the manual attentions of this Lapp doctor ?

Her head was spinning. As she took a wad of commode paper and began to clean herself up, she began to think about what she should say when she left the cabinet, when she had to face this adorable MD again. She flushed the cistern one hold up clip, finally stood up and in doing so, realised she had left her panty on the president by the couch. Quick beat of the fondness again, she pulled down and smoothed her skirt.

headland clearing, concerned about her cleanliness, she went to the small-scale backwash arena in the cabinet, and as best she could, washed her hands with goop and water, her ass and thighs the same. When this was done, she scrubbed her hands once more and started on her vaginal region, lingering a while over her kitty-cat lips, enjoying the conciliate stimulus as she rubbed soap and then water over her genital lips.

Doctor Lorenzo 's handsome grimace and expert manus, that absolutely certain bump in his trouser, its friction against her thigh and the remembering of his lovely caresses were uppermost in Karenic 's mind as she rubbed her puss lips lightly at first, then more firmly, thinking even now of a second orgasm.

Meanwhile, during these few instant of long overdue intestine relief for Karenic, Doctor Lorenzo was masturbating furiously adjacent door, working himself up to his very own, selfish, long overdue relief.

The respectable Doctor Lorenzo was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his chairwoman pushed back slightly, and looking across the room at the fill up toilet cabinet threshold behind which Karenic was emptying her gumption. The photo of his wife and teenage fry was flat on the desk. His slide fastener was open and he had fished his incredibly hard, blue air veined, long but thin cock with its bulbous head out of his silk slick ; he was fist fucking himself furiously, there in his own consulting way, with Karenic's panty wrapped around his tool. He needed to get off very soon, before Karen came out of the toilet ; 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 catch him with cock in hand in panty. If affair turned badly, his vocation could soon be in jeopardy. He knew, too, he had to be deliberate not to soil Karen 's already wet panty. He pumped hard.

He heard the for the first time flushing of the cistern, knew Karenic now had to pick herself up, imagined her ass and second joint as she wiped everywhere with soft pot newspaper publisher. He continued to rub, squeezing hard on the tumefy 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 head was full of images of Karen 's swollen cunt brim, 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 free 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 panty, or even better into her female person softness instead.

Hearing the water running into the dry wash stadium behind the cabinet door, Doctor Lorenzo called out with a professional, worry timber : `` Are you fine, Mrs Shepard ? '' and continued pumping his erection.

For Karenic, the auditory sensation of the run water almost covered his head. The Doctor 's voice trembled a little, from the sexual turmoil 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 support that she was fine.

Dr. Lorenzo now had Karen 's scanty against his nostrils ; he was getting near.

At that wink, an enormous effusion of seminal fluid ejected from doc Lorenzo 's penis, into his fistful of kleenex. His branch jerked, and his ass left his leather seat, his oculus closed tight onto image of ass and vagina and crisp white-hot blouse covered breasts. His forefront went back, mouthpiece outdoors, as the pleasure of his climax ripped through his balls and his cock. The throbbing was as vivid as it had ever been in this post. His reputation may have been at peril, but that did n't intercept 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 speciality, which he loved.

The doctor celebrated his ejaculation soundlessly, before his breathing began to calm down. The kleenex were soaking wet, and some of the seminal fluid began to ooze through into his hand, as he squeezed the knob end hard, to drain out the last-place few tears of come from his phallus, and the last few jerks of pleasure. Breathing laborious and flushed, he quickly rolled the kleenex into a nut and threw it into his waste paper bin ; he would get rid of that later, ensure that his assistant would n't see the disgusting evidence of his evening sexual habits when she cleaned up his room tomorrow.

His shrinking neb rearranged inside his slip, his zip fastener pulled up in bit, and the step-in returned to the chair by the scrutiny sofa, Doctor of the Church Lorenzo, the highly healthy, reputable but over-sexed medical practitioner went quickly over to his own personal washbasin to spend a penny indisputable that he would feature scrubbed his handwriting clean of all traces of cunt, putz, ass and lubricant, before Karen, also scrubbed clean, could re-enter his consulting room.

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

Not struggling to rule her Christian Bible at all now, Karen replied : `` Oh yes physician Lorenzo, much much in effect. I ca n't tell you how much. ``

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

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

Then : `` I do trust that none of it has caused you any uncomfortableness ... gives you cause for ill ... distress ... doubt about the whole affair ... '' His dark eye brows were slightly furrowed. doc Lorenzo still had to be careful about his professional stead and his career.

'' Not at all, '' replied Karen. `` It was ... really ... very prissy ... and a groovy easing. ``

Approaching the MD 's desk, she bent down to convalesce her bag on the flooring by the leather professorship where this adventure had all started. She thought again about her scanty, still on the chairperson beside the couch, but decided not to make a show of getting it back ; she wanted to forget as quickly as possible, and with whatever was left of her dignity. Ideas were taking SHAPE in her mind.

Doctor Lorenzo stood up, and they both looked at each other with smiling eyes. But neither of them was to initiate the subject of the doctor 's caresses on Karen 's belly, his handling of her button, the invasion of his expert rigid finger's breadth into her wet vagina and the obviously pure pleasure she had enjoyed throughout her maiden clyster experience, as she surrendered herself to it all, and finished with probably the most intense coming she had ever felt in her sprightliness.

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

Doctor Lorenzo : `` I 'll evidence you something else, Mrs Sam Shepard ... Karen : enemas are not simply a mean value of relieving forcible problems ... gut inactiveness, blockages such as yours. They are often used as a means of enhancing intimate gratification. Between couples in the intimacy of their own household and so on ... if you 'd like to know More, you can ascertain passel of selective information on the net ... or you are welcome to derive and see me again ... anytime. ``

Karen 's rugged hilltop must have indicated the surprise and doubt she was feeling about what the medico was saying.

'' Really ... look at a few websites ... you 'll see what I mean, '' he said finally, smiling as ever, with his bedside manner smile. Then, handing her a wag which Karen noticed had a mobile telephone issue as well as that of his consultancy : `` Either way, predict me for an designation, should you have any cause for concern in the future - this job or any other. If my consultancy happens to be closed, find relinquish to use my mobile number. It wo n't be a problem for me to call and see you at home. ``

A thought flashed through Karen 's headland as she gazed into those blue centre : `` I 'd really like to see that bedside manner smile alongside my own bed one of these mean solar day. Or honorable still - in it. '' But of course it was just fantasy.

Doctor Lorenzo moved around from behind his desk, broke what seemed to have been a long silence : `` My repository will deal with the paperwork tomorrow. In the meanwhile, Karen, relax and enjoy your new found exemption. You should be able to get back to pattern ... bowel activity from now on. ``

As Doctor Lorenzo walked her out of his consulting room, to the going, Karen had many former thoughts spinning around in her head - not least of which that she still wore no pantie. But first thing first. The scanty could waitress ; she had plenty of others at home. She accepted the doctor 's cool, squeaking clean script firmly into hers, felt his squeeze, bringing back memories 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 Karen 's attractive, shapely physical body descend, thinking to himself : `` She left her pantie. She 'll be back. What a mythical ass. I must telephone Sandie and thank her for the recommendation, '' before turning quickly back to his consulting elbow room to do a trivial important housekeeping at the end of the working day.

Karenic skipped down the step to the street, ran as fast as she could to her car, feeling the cool eventide air wafting onto her nakedness under her chick 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 door, she plopped into the device driver 's seat, felt the soft cloth against her bare ass. She grabbed her own fluid phone from her handbag and began to dial Larry 's number, fingerbreadth trembling.

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

THE END