From: matix@spider.lloyd.com (Imaginative Kinda Guy)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The CLINIC -Suite- 414 1/3 (Med,Exam,Anal,MF/f) - part1.txt (1/1)
Date: Wed, 27 Mar 1996 10:10:25 GMT

			      CLINIC@414
			      by Matix
			    copyright 1996
			       Part One
			       The Prep

	Walking from the elevator, I found myself on a row of
professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I
had thought that my practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of
the corridor began to have a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits.
It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door with no
identification other than:

			 "CLINIC Suite 414"

on a copper plate. With a trembling hand, I opened the door and
entered into a receptionist area which had been tastefully and
professionally decorated.

	I had just started to settle into one of the glove leather
sofas in the waiting room, when an office door quietly opened and a
white-frocked middle-aged man said, "Ms. Anne Broderick,I presume?
Won't you come in please."

	I followed the Doctor into an office area which overlooked the
park and took one of two chairs facing the desk.

	"I'm Doctor Chadwick," he began, "My practice specialty
centers on the exploration and diagnostic treatment, if need be, of
what might be otherwise be considered problems of a sexual nature.

	"Your confidentiality is assured here," he continued "and I
want you to feel completely comfortable in discussing the matter which
brought you to us. Now how might we be of service to you?"

	"Well, Doctor," I began haltingly "I'm thirty-five years old
and have been married once. I've been divorced for about four years,
sexually active and, well, I, ah, have a real problem, ah, with, ah,
anal sex."

	THERE! I'd said it!!

	The words gushed out now" My former husband would complain
that I was just prudish and uptight, literally, and that I was denying
myself, and him, another avenue of physical pleasure."

	"Have you ever tried anal intercourse?" he asked.

	"Well, once, but the penetration, if any, was very slight, and
I told him to stop - it hurt too much" I answered in a small voice.

	"You have to understand," I went on "I was raised in a very
restrictive and highly religious household... even nudity was 'wrong'
... anal was equated with defecation... sex, ANY sex was just not
discussed."

	The Doctor considered this a moment then asked "and why the
interest now?"

	"Oh, I _have_ noticed the beginnings of some very pleasurable
sensations back there from time to time; the eroticism of it; but... I
don't know where to begin."

	"Not that uncommon, and so you have a curiosity about it,
don't you?" he asked.

	"And," I allowed, feeling a little tingle of pleasure and
dampness begin between my legs. "I think I would like to feel the
experiences after, perhaps, a little preparation so that I might know
what to expect."

	He then asked about my sexual history, writing on a pad while
I answered a number of questions and, finally, putting the pad down,
he indicated that he had reached a decision.

	"What we will do is to create an anal-erotic experience for
you, while at the same time preparing you for the act itself."

	The Doctor started outlining his prescription,

	"First, Ms Broderick, you will be given a brief physical exam,
which will include both a pelvic and rectal, to make sure that our
experience will be safe for you. You will then be prepared for the
administration of dilators which will be introduced into your anus to
both expand and relax the sphincter muscles."

	"So, let's see how this goes for you and, well, if further
visits might be required. If all that sounds satisfactory to you, my
nurse will prepare you down the hall. Do you have any questions.?"

	"I don't think so." I whispered, and deep inside an excitement
started at the anticipation of the experience.

	"Good!" and he spoke to his nurse on the intercom.

	"Nurse, come and start Ms. Broderick's program, I'll give you
specific instructions in a minute, thank you."

	"The nurse needs to take you through some preliminaries -
after which we'll get together." he said.

	The door opened and an attractive, but professional woman, in
a crisp white uniform, motioned me out and down an inside corridor.

	The room, which the nurse referred to as an examination room,
was large in comparison to the small cramped cubicles at my
gynecologist's office. Along one wall was a low padded table, covered
with pastel sheets, while at the far end, with well its well-padded
stirrups, stood the examination table, though this one had more
movable sections.

	A door at the far side revealed a bathroom, while the
remainder of the equipment, sinks, cabinets and instrument trays were
what I would have expected in a medical setting.

	The nurse indicated a screened dressing area. I was then
instructed to strip... completely... handed a cotton, patterned
kimono, and a pair of terri-cloth stretch slippers. I asked if I might
use the bathroom and was told pleasantly "No, dear, that will be taken
care of later".

	As I started to undress, I heard her opening and closing
drawers and cabinets, but resisted the temptation to peek out from
behind the dressing screen. I removed my jacket, blouse and skirt,
slip, and bra. Hesitating a moment, I slipped my panty hose down my
legs and stood naked before the full length mirror on the wall.

	Thankful for the slim image there; still firm up-turned
breasts with their now erect rose-bud nipples, the light brown bush of
pubic hair and, turning around, ran a hand over my peach-shaped
posterior. "Enough!" I thought and slipped into the kimono, which
came to mid-thigh, and slippers. Having made up my mind to go through
with this, robe tie held, I stepped out from behind the screen.

	"Now, first I will need to take your blood pressure and
temperature, so just sit down on the edge of this table and try to
relax" she said and smiled.

	Slipping the black cuff over my arm, she counted down the
blood pressure and then said "Your blood pressure is perfectly normal,
now I need to take your temperature."

	From a tray that I had not taken note of on the counter, she
picked up the thermometer, a pair of latex gloves, and a tube of KY
jelly.

	Turning back to me, I had opened my mouth in anticipation, she
said "No, the Doctor wants your temperature taken rectally, so I'll
need to have you stretch out on the table, and just turn over on your
tummy."

	She then helped me climb up on the table, turn over, and then,
sitting on the table behind me, she turned up the hem of the kimono
until it was resting just below the small of my back leaving my
buttocks exposed.

	I listened as she snapped a glove into place on her hand and
then felt the cool latex-clad thumb and forefinger spread my buttocks
from either side of my anus. I buried my head in my arms and blushed
at the contact in so private an area, then had to stifle an
involuntary sob as I felt a gloved and lubricant-laden finger enter my
rectum to the second joint after which the bulb of the thermometer was
held poised at my anus.

	"Now, this may be a little uncomfortable for just a minute, so
relax." she said and with that I felt the bulb firmly pushed on into
my bottom.

	Once inserted she then placed the gloved hand across my bottom
cheeks, holding the glass tube firmly between two fingers. I could
feel the instrument resting in my bowel and then, after several
minutes, felt the sliding of the bulb past my sphincter as it was
withdrawn.

	"Your temperature is also normal... and now I'm going to give
you an injection of a very, very, mild sedative in your hip, so why
don't you just remain as you are on your stomach."

	Turning my head I watched her pick up the hypodermic syringe
from the instrument tray and, turning back to me, felt the cold
alcohol swab on my left buttock as she prepared the site for the
injection. Her technique was practiced, and I felt only the slightest
sting as the needle entered my rump; was withdrawn a moment later. She
then lowered the hem of the robe to cover my buttocks.

	"Fine, now I want you to lie there while we get you ready for
the next step. Have you ever had a colonic, or any other type of
enemas?"

	"Only once as a child, and then that was given to me by... an
aunt." I replied, beginning to feel a strange, giddy anticipation.

	"Well, your going to be administered two enemas this morning,"
She went on, " the first will be a cleansing enema which, as the name
implies, will be started in the upper regions of your bowel. The
second will be a more soothing, and lubricating, oil solution to
prepare you for the dilation procedure."

	"I'll need to have you assume," she continued "a position on
your knees with your chest on the table, after which I'll be
lubricating your rectal area for the insertion of the nozzles."

	She grinned as she said, "You're going to feel quite full as
the Doctor wants a full quart for each enema! "

	"Oh, by the way,... is the injection working???"

	"Oh yes, I feel really quite mellow." I replied, while in my
head the images conjured up by her description of the procedure were
causing not unpleasant stirrings in my loins. A part of my repressed
anal-erotic fixation had been curious about the feelings that might be
provoked by submission to an enema, and now I was to find out.

	The Doctors' prescription was on target!

	Eyes closed, I listened to the preparations being made and in
a minute I heard a metal stand drawn up beside the table.

	"OK, we're almost ready now, so let me help you up to a
kneeling position." she offered and, placing her hands on either side
of my hips, helped me up so that I was now on all fours in the middle
of the table.

	"I'll place a pillow under your head and now I want you to
rest your chest on the table, and let the middle of your back relax...
fold your arms up by the pillow... that a girl. You'll need to move
your knees apart... and bring them... just a little forward... so
your bottom is well extended." she added.

	The hem of the robe slipped down to my mid back leaving me
naked from the waist down except for the slippers. The forced position
had it's effect and I felt the surprisingly warm office air on the
delicate tissues of both my anus and the lips of my vulva as my most
intimate regions were exposed.

	Looking back slightly beyond my bared and upraised rump, I
watched as the nurse proceeded to hang a hospital-type enema bag on a
hanger stand which had been placed by the table. The bag had a valve
in the bottom to which was attached a length of surgical tubing.

	From the tray she picked up another section of black flexible
tubing about 18 inches long and about the size of my little finger.
The tip at one end was smoothly rounded while at the other was a small
double bulb, another inch of the black tube and then a connection.

	Opening a jar of Vaseline, she coated the length of tube until
it, and the bulb, was shiny, and then, holding the lubricated tube in
one hand which she rested on my back, she dipped her gloved index
finger into the Vaseline jar and moved until she was at the rear of my
upraised bottom.

	"I have to lubricate you well now; I'll be introducing the
length of the irrigator into your rectum after that. The small bulb
will help you retain both the nozzle and the fluid while it does it's
job.

	"Now this may be just a little uncomfortable, but try to relax
by breathing through your mouth."

	I gave a little involuntary start as I felt her forefinger
enter my rectum and slowly work its way in a small series of in and
out movements until she had entered me fully. She then slowly withdrew
the finger and repeated the process with some more of the Vaseline.

	"Now I'll insert the irrigation tube and I'll be slowly
working it down inside you until I have the bulb in place" she
explained.

	I felt the nozzle pass my sphincter and really felt the tube
as she slowly inserted more of it into my bowel. Finally she said that
she was about to insert the retainer bulb, and I felt my anus distend
to receive the small object as she firmly and slowly pushed it into my
behind. She said that she was going to turn the flow on and, as she
did, I could feel the fluid, somehow, as it started draining up into
an area that felt as though it was somewhere near my diaphragm.

	"This takes a few minutes, we don't want to rush the process,
and once you have taken this much I'll have you retain it for a few
minutes longer. Now you should start feeling full in a bit, but the
retaining bulb will prevent you from expelling the fluid do try to
relax." she called over her shoulder.

	My abdomen was visibly swelling now and the Doctor chose that
moment to open the door and ask how everything was going. I hid my
head in embarrassment at the spectacle I must present, half nude with
my rear high up in the air and the enema tubing sticking out from my
rectum.

	The nurse saved me from comment and said that everything was
fine. She stroked my buttock while we waited for the contents to
empty.

	I felt as though I would burst when she announced that we were
done and, turning a valve at the connection point, disconnected the
tubing that was inside me to the beaker. She told me to hold my
position, breath through my mouth, and, a few minutes later, helped
me slowly off the table and followed me to the bath room carrying the
tube which trailed from my behind. Once inside I sat down on the
toilet, and reaching up underneath me, she slowly removed the retainer
bulb, following which I felt as though I exploded into the bowl even
before she had removed the remainder of the tube.

	My nurse was at the door when I came out, and after making
sure that all was well, helped me back up onto the table where I was
instructed to assume the kneeling position once again. The gloved and
lubricated finger once more was introduced into my backside and I
noticed with relief that the nozzle she was lubricating for this round
was only about six inches long. I settled my head into the pillow and
waited for the insertion of the tube.

	"Now this one won't be as uncomfortable as the last one." she
said, and then introduced the nozzle into my rectum. I felt the liquid
drain into my bowel, and then, some minutes later, abdomen distended
once more, made my way bathroom.

	When I returned from the bathroom, I was motioned toward the
examination table...

From: matix@spider.lloyd.com (Just.A.Fellow.With.Imagination)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.anal,alt.sex.enemas
Subject: The CLINIC -Suite 414- Ch. 2 (MED,EXAM,ANAL,MF/f)
Date: Tue, 02 Apr 1996 12:44:08 GMT

			      Clinic@414
			       Part Two
			    The Treatment

	When I returned from the bathroom, the nurse escorted me to
the examination table, which she had covered with a pastel sheet. I
sat on the raised bolster section at the end, then laid back assuming
the pre-requisite position... knees up, each slippered foot in a
stirrup, thighs widely separated with my buttocks near the end of the
table.

	The robe had shifted up to around my waist and, except for the
slippers, I lay naked from the waist down. Dr. Chadwick entered the
room and stepped up beside me as I lay on the table.

	"I hope that the cleansing enemas didn't make you too
uncomfortable, but for anal sex, you might find that you'll be less
inhibited if your not worried about cleanliness there. You can easily
obtain any of the drugstore pre-bottled solutions and simply use it
before you and your partner start making love."

	Continuing, he said, "I'm going to examine both your vaginal
and rectal areas. I'm certain that we won't find any obvious
abnormalities; the nurse noted that you did not, for example, suffer
from hemorrhoids as she lubricated you, but I want to make sure that
there's nothing else of note."

	Moving to the end of the table, he stepped between my widely
parted thighs and rolled a latex glove onto each hand.

	The nurse handed him a tube of lubricant which he applied to
his now gloved fingers. With one hand, he parted the lips of my vulva
and, gently holding the lips of my labia between thumb and finger,
worked down each side.

	"You obviously take care of yourself... no lesions or gland
inflammation." he observed.

	Holding back the covering hood of flesh, my clitoris was
revealed and it, together with the area surrounding my urethra, came
in for their share of diagnostic probings.

	His finger traced the sensitive ridge sending a tiny chill of
pleasure up my spine. No other exam had.ever evoked... _that_... kind
of response!

	Moving his hand down to the opening of my vagina, two fingers
were inserted and moved up inside me until I felt them at the tip of
my cervix. He then rotated the fingers, pressing against the walls of
my vagina and uterus in each direction.

	"Just breath through your mouth, Ms. Broderick... and let
yourself go." he soothingly advised.

	Withdrawing his gloved hand, the nurse handed him a vaginal
speculum - the nurse once more told me to relax and I felt the
instrument enter my vaginal cavity, then a bit of pressure inside as
the sides were opened. The Doctor adjusted the work lamp and peered
down intently.

	After, perhaps, a scant minute, and withdrawing the
instrument, the Doctor walked to the head of the table, "Everything
looks just fine there... your a very healthy woman. Are we ready for
the next step?"

	I gave a thumbs-up and flexed my back "Ready!"

	"Good, good... I'm going to be examining your anus and rectal
areas for fissures or any other problems, and for this, the nurse is
going to adjust your position so that I have, ahmm, maximum
entrance... nurse, if you'll please?" and gestured toward my legs.

	The nurse gestured with her hand "Hmmmm... I going to need you
to scoot down a little farther... there, that's a girl." and thus my
buttocks were now off the edge of the table.

	With a hand on my knee and another under my ankle, the nurse
guided each leg back toward my head until it just about touched my
breast. The stirrups were adjusted upward and to the rear, so that,
after replacing each foot, I found myself in a jack-knifed
position...

	... my bottom fully extended in mid air; the lips of my vulva
gaping open; soles of my slippers nearly parallel with the ceiling!

	I could feel the air on my anus now that my buttocks were
fully spread, and watched the nurse liberally lubricate the
forefingers of the doctors' right hand with Vaseline.

	"I'm going to insert one finger, initially, to examine you as
far up as I can without instruments, then I'll introduce more as I
feel you begin to acclimate to the exam. We'll be changing your
position once more for the dilators... I know this isn't very
comfortable, but it will only last for a few minutes." He explained

	I could only lay there while images of myself so very
xtremely exposed swirled in my head.

	Stepping to my, now prominently displayed, perineum, he first
probed around the perimeter of my anus, separating the opening on
either side, after which he inserted his forefinger to the second
joint, and rotated the finger at an angle to the rim.

	"I'm just checking muscle elasticity at this point," He said.
I felt him continue working the finger up inside me until his hand
rested in the cleft of my stretched buttocks. He then described a
circle with his finger deep in my bowel, pushing at the tissue in
either direction.

	I was glad at that point for the enema preparation as I felt
as though a bowel movement would have been imminent.

	Withdrawing his finger completely, he said " Excellent! Next,
I'll be introducing two fingers into your rectum; this to help you
with the dilators later". Placing one finger over the other, I felt
the firm, insistent, pressure of the insertion.

	"I want you to push down on my fingers, as though you were
trying to go to the bathroom, to relax your sphincter muscle."

	I strained as instructed and felt a hollow feeling as the
fingers made their way up my rectum. I felt his hand at my bottom
again, and then a pressure as he rotated the fingers in place. I could
feel the moisture from the liquefied Vaseline trickle to my tailbone
mixed with the perspiration from my exertions.

	He paused for a moment, fingers still buried in my rump, then
looked up at me "I can see why you had a problem with anal
intercourse; your rectal sphincter is very tight and well muscled."

	Continuing his movements, he added "You, or your partner,
need to be very generous with the lubrication... I suggest, also, that
you include graduated dilatation, which is what we're doing now, as
part of your foreplay until you really get the knack of relaxing this
muscle."

	"OK... three fingers; you've accommodated the two-finger
stage without difficulty, I gather - a bit of fullness perhaps?" he
asked.

	"No it doesn't hurt, I even think I'm beginning to like it a
little." I replied. In fact, the enforced exposure of my genitals and
insertions were beginning to cause another sort of, very pleasurable
and erotic, pressure.

	"Well good! So, how about if we explore that a bit!?" He
suggested. I nodded ; he motioned to the nurse.

	"My nurse is trained in massage... and we _do_ want you to be
very relaxed!" he beamed.

	"We'll be pleasuring you with direct stimulation, I think you
should enjoy that." he smiled as the nurse added more vaseline.

	At the last I blushed, thinking that I must be lubricating
myself just thinking about it.

	The nurse untied the belt to the robe and pulled it open
leaving me totally open and naked on the table, a glistening coat of
Vaseline shining at my bottom... and wondering if the warmth in the
room was coming from me!

	Changing gloves, she poured some light oil onto her hand and
began to massage my neck then down to each breast... kneading...
stretching and rolling each taut nipple between her fingers, then
moved down my belly to my damp pubic hair and... insinuated her
fingers between and into the open lips of my vulva!

	I had never been touched... so intimately... by another woman
in my life! At the same time I felt myself yield to the insistent
caresses being applied against my rising bud, and surrendered to it
all.

	The Doctor held all three fingers together, and I felt the
tips... slowly... ease... into, and past, my anus.

	"Let's feel a really good push now...!" the Doctor ordered.

	While the pulses from the massage of my clitoris built, I
pushed my body down on the table to meet, and help my rectum open to,
the welcomed gloved hand.

	I remember the doctor saying that all three fingers were
inserted and, with his free hand, he guided my own to my anal region
where I felt his fingers as they lay buried in my rectum and felt the
rim of my anus in it's tightly extended accommodation.

	I covered my eyes with the back of my hand as he started an in
and out movement. With each push past my anus, I could feel the gloved
fingers working up my colon...

	... the drumming of the nurses' massage of my clitoris...

	... my body arched on the table...

	... and the spasms swept me over the edge.

	The fingers were ever so slowly withdrawn. A drop of
perspiration trickled down my forehead.

	"I think that you've looked at a new horizon, don't you?" he
asked, rolling down his now slick gloves, with a grin.

	I blushed furiously and could only blow a stream of breath
through pursed lips in response.

	Looking down, I couldn't help but notice that my nipples were
tightly erect; my bush of pubic hair lay in ringlets... damply matted
with oil, Vaseline... and my own juices.

	The nurse, after a final caress to my nether regions, walked
to the sink and washed her hands; came back with a warm washcloth.
Using my exposure to advantage, she proceeded to carefully wash my
pubic region; perineum and anus.

	After patting me dry; she guided my feet from the stirrups,
opened the table up and helped me stretch out flat, still naked, on
the table.

	"Why don't you rest a moment... we'll be re-positioning you in
just a minute... "

	As I regained my senses, I happened to turn my head toward the
instrument tray... the smooth, gleaming ebonite shafts had been lined
up...

From: matix@lloyd.com (Just.A.Fellow.With.Imagination.)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The CLINIC -Suite 414 - Ch 3, (MED,EXAM,ANAL,MF/f)
Date: Mon, 29 Apr 1996 23:14:50 GMT

			      CLINIC@414
			      Part Three
			       The Cure

	"To finish your treatment," the Doctor was saying, regaining
my wandering attention, "I'll be inserting a series of graduated
penis-shaped dilators well up into your rectum."

	"Up to now, the intrusion has been comparatively minimal
compared with what you'll have to accommodate, so I think you can see
the need for the, ahmmmm, instrumentation, wouldn't you agree?"

	I could only nod my consent, but thought "God! Can I TAKE any
more???!!!"

	"Excellent! We're going to turn you over" he continued, "onto
your stomach, and we'll adjust the table so that you're in a supported
position with your hips well raised... it will just take a minute."

	I was helped down off the table and wrapped the kimono around
myself...

	I watched, fascinated, while, with a push of a button, the
table was adjusted into position with the padded end of the table
folding down to become a shelf.

	"Your robe please." The nurse held out a hand and I slipped
out of the kimono. Naked except for my slippers, I walked to the end
of the table.

	"We custom designed this ourselves... now if you'll just kneel
down on the shelf... like that, yes... and just lay over the bolster
section... just so... " the Doctor intoned behind me.

	Kneeling on the shelf, my thighs against the table padding,
the entire table was tilted slightly down at the head, raising my
buttocks. The shelf was brought forward which resulted in my rump
being thrust back.

	Placing a hand on the inside of my thigh, the nurse urged my
legs apart until my knees were well separated... once again I felt the
warm room air on my well-spread buttocks, vulva and anus.

	A small focused lamp was pulled up behind me illuminating my
exposed and upraised rear end; I felt the heat play over my nether
regions.

	Surrendering, I lowered my head to the padding; turned toward,
and watched, the tools being prepared.

	The Doctor drew my attention to the half dozen or so shafts
that had been lined up neatly, small to large.

	"Here, let me show you these." He said, as he picked up the
smallest and handed it to me as I lay there.

	They ranged in size from that of an adult index finger to a
monstrous one, a full four fingers wide and, perhaps, a foot in length.
Each was fashioned with a kind of bullet-shaped bulb at one end
forming a head and then flared out toward the base where, in the
center, was a 'T'-shaped handle.

	I guess my eyes betrayed my fear as I surveyed the larger
sizes, for the Doctor said, "Don't be alarmed, we'll select, perhaps,
three in a medium size for today."

	The dilator I held in my hand was the diameter of my thumb,
about inches long, the second I could have just encircled with thumb
and forefinger, the third was a full three fingers wide!

	One by one, he lubricated each with a KY-type clear liquid,
placing them in a plastic dish on the stand that was then wheeled
around behind my jutting hips.

	My apprehension started to build, as, despite my earlier
preparation, I felt the old apprehensions surface. Rolling on a new
set of gloves, he walked to where my rear lay open, cheeks well spread
by my posture.

	I felt two gloved fingers laden with Vaseline enter my rectum,
withdrawn, then again delving deeper into my aperture.

	"Now just relax and let yourself go... this shouldn't, at
this point, cause you any discomfort."

	He picked up the smaller of the dilators. Holding his
forefinger and thumb to form a guide against my anus, I felt the
smooth tip press into the ring of my sphincter and slide easily, with
only a hint of urging, down into my bowel.

	As I felt the tube explore my bowel, the nurse spread oil onto
my back and shoulders, down the knuckles of my backbone and onto, and
between, my buttocks. I felt as though I could have drifted off to
sleep with the movements of the device in my rectum.

	All too soon I felt the shaft withdrawn and involuntarily
clenched as the tube left my flesh. The next smooth head I felt placed
at my portal was, looking back over my shoulder, penis-sized and
glistened with the sheen of lubrication. The head was held firmly
against my flesh and I felt the smooth ebonite start to stretch my
rectal opening.

	"OK... let's have a push now."

	I pushed down as instructed and began to feel my anal ring
distend, and soon, with a strain, felt the bulbous head began to ease
past my anal ring.

	Another push and I felt what I knew to be the head inside my
bowel.

	I was breathing though my mouth and reached back with my hand,
as I felt it slide home, to see how much had penetrated. The head was
completely buried in my body!

	"OK, Ms. Broderick, we'll let you get accustomed to that one
for a moment."

	I lay there with the acute awareness of the blood at my
orifice pounding against the embedded cylinder.

	The nurse had moved to my buttocks, and began to knead the oil
underneath and into my vaginal folds once more. The dilator was left
in place and I could feel the deep fullness it provoked together with
the excitement of the penetration.

	I heard the Doctor step in closer to my haunches and felt the
shaft stiffen as he grasped the handle.

	"We're going to ease this into you now, Ms. Broderick. Try to
relax, and push when I instruct you. It's past the sphincter, so after
I add some more lubrication, we'll start"

	I felt a slippery pool of liquid form at the entrance to my
rectum, then a steady pressure as the device was worked down into my
bowel. The sliding sensation seemed to go on forever, then I could,
seemingly, feel the tip edging toward my navel.

	Catching my breath, I felt perspiration at the small of my back
and I could only bury my eyes on my folded forearms.

	Feeling the device so deeply lodged in my body, my heat had
started once again and I could no longer contain my sense of
excitement. nor the urge to abandon myself to both the pleasure and
the tantalizing torment.

	"Doctor," I said, turning my head, "I... would... really...
like... to... feel ... the LARGE dilator now." ... and not believing
the boldness of my request!

	"Well, certainly... if you're sure... although we'll go
slowly, all right?" was the reply.

	I felt the sliding of the tool as it was slowly withdrawn from
my rectum. There was a distinct suction as it was withdrawn from my
anus. I stole back with my own fingers and felt the now dilated state
of my anus, redolent with lubricant, wet from the efforts of the
insertions of fingers and instruments.

	I moved my knees close to the support pad and jutted my hips
still farther up and back in preparation for the next tube.

	Settling my pelvis against the bolster and grasping each side
of the table edge, I huskily told the Doctor, "Ready... NOW... "

	The nurse moved to the end of the table and, placing her
thumbs on either side of my anus, spread my orifice while more
lubricant was drizzled directly down through my anus... The dilator
selected was ten inches long and three fingers in diameter.

	As it was lubricated I buried my head in the table pad and had
visions of the monstrous head penetrating my bottom.

	With one steadying hand on my buttock, the Doctor placed the
smooth head against my now lax muscle.

	"Now, Ms. Broderick... PUSH!" he ordered.

	I dug my knees into the pad and pushed back with both arms,
whimpering from the effort and pain...

	... and then with a slow but steady thrust, and further
distention of my rear aperture; I felt the pole make it's inexplicable
way down into my intestine.

	As the Doctor worked the instrument in, the nurse worked her
hand down and, first three and then four gloved and lubricated
fingers, into my vagina, keeping a steady rhythm going on my clitoris.

	I felt, seemingly, every inch of the dilator inside me and
felt dizzy at the thought that this pole had penetrated such a small
opening.

	Once again I had to reach back and confirm with my own hand
the depth and size as the doctor worked the instrument down and into
my rump.

	I could only whimper as I felt the great shaft explore my very
depths; then withdrawn slowly, re-lubricated and reinserted into my
flesh.

	Impaled front AND rear, I began to sway to and fro ,moving in
harmony with the movements in my rump and nurses' hand in my vagina;
having total, unabashed intercourse with the tube in my rectum...

	... back against the insertions and then forward in perfect
time with the withdrawal...

	I involuntarily tried to climb further up the padded front of
the shelf with my knees in my frenzy to push back into, and engulf,
the welcomed, deeply buried, intruders...

	I was breathing hard now... working... felt trickles of
whatever juices stealing down my inner thighs... pushing... opening...
back arching...

	... my arms flayed and I reached back with both hands trying
to further stretch my buttocks...

	... getting dizzy... perspiration in rivulets on my back...
at the sides of my breasts... I press my nipples into the table... and
push...

	'UUUUUUUnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhh'!!!!!

	Stars exploded and spasms swept my body... I convulsed ; my
hands clenched the edge of the table and, in spite of myself I cried
out when, at one deep thrust, the dam burst and I felt a release I had
never experienced ,or even imagined in, orgasm...

	Sooooooooo intenssssse...

	I must have passed out... I awoke with a start to find that I
was prone, covered with a sheet, the table having been returned to
horizontal.

	The nurse peeked from around the door. "Oh, you're awake now!...
You've been napping for just a bit. That must have been something!"
she said brightly.

	"Now, we'll just get you cleaned up, and you're done!" And
with that the sheet was removed; my body was treated to a warm sponge
bath; my legs were separated; genital and anal areas gently cleaned
and dried. I almost hated to see the session conclude!

	"There!" the nurse beamed as I was patted down, "But I'll need
you to turn on your side for just a minute, and draw your knees up to
your chest please."

	Hearing the now-familiar snap of the latex glove, I was just
beginning to wonder (and hope?) what was next, when I felt a gentle
finger applying a coating of cool ointment to my anal area.

	"That's to soothe the tissues," she explained "it's an
anesthetic cream, you may take that tube with you."

	"Now the Doctor says you're going to be sore back there for a
few days," she went on "so don't try anything immediately, OK?" She
winked, helped me off the table to a somewhat shaky standing position,
and then to the dressing area for my clothes. Right now, 'it' didn't
feel sore so much as warm and tingly.

	Back on the streets of San Francisco, I wondered idly if there
might be some outward sign of my adventure. A difference in my stride
perhaps? No matter... , obviously this was going to require some
experience and , in support of my new-found awareness, I already had a
follow-up appointment scheduled at the "CLINIC _Suite_ 414"!!