... We lived in a small urban-type settlement in the Tula Region, in a three-story apartment building. I was 12 years old. The summer holidays started and it was pretty hot.

One afternoon I was sitting in a room and doing something, my mother was busy in the kitchen. It was here that our neighbor Tatyana Lena, a woman of 35, a rather attractive brown-haired, stocky, with a good figure, came to us. Her two children were at that time in the camp, and her husband was on a business trip. The door to the hallway was ajar and I heard Aunt Lena ask my mother for a few potatoes and an onion. And then she said that for the fourth day she was suffering from constipation, she couldn’t go over much, she had already tried everything - decoctions and pills. And all - no way. Just some kind of punishment, even for the products to go and that is hard!

Mom advised me to go to our village medical unit - it could help, and Seryozhka (that is, I) would help bring the products - Sergey, - she shouted to me - that's enough to sit at home. Go help Aunt Lena to the store to go, bring the bags. And already Aunt Lena: - On the way to the medical unit we will stop.

After 10 minutes I was waiting on the street. Aunt Lena appeared. I noticed that she was pale, but did not attach much importance to this.

“Sergey, first we will go to the medical unit for a short time, and then to the store,” she said. - Okay.

The medical unit was located on the edge of the village - a one-story building that was being repaired all the time, very dilapidated. It was Saturday, the middle of the day, there was no one to the people, one doctor on duty.

- Sit on the couch in the hallway or better on the street - said Aunt Lena, and she went into the office.

I began to look at posters, stands on the walls, which usually hang in clinics and reached the end of the corridor. "Procedural" was listed on the door, the next door was ajar.

Upon entering, I realized that the room was being renovated - building debris, paint, whitewashing, boards and other rubbish were everywhere. In addition, builders blocked a large room into two parts. The door had already been inserted into the wall and even boarded up with boards, but the gap between them gaped and the doctor’s office behind the door was clearly visible. Nothing special, a table, a couch, a wardrobe, some appliances, tools.

I was about to leave, but then suddenly I heard voices and the sound of a door opening. Curiosity got the better of it and I sat down on the bucket tilted upside down. And that's what I saw.

A doctor came in - a man about 45 years old, tall, with a beard, balding, strong, in a white robe:

“Come in, don't be afraid,” he said politely.

Aunt Lena followed. The owner of the cabinet locked the door.

- Well, what - smiling doctor said - The story, as they say quite ordinary. Fried dumplings ate, beautiful. “Well — well, just don't tremble like that.”

- Oh, the doctor may not need it, maybe you will give some pills. I'm afraid!

- There is nothing terrible, children do it - they are not afraid, and you are an adult woman.

- Well, maybe the nurse will do, I'm embarrassed.

- Do not be shy about the doctor, you are not the first, not the last, please do not argue. Please take off the dress, lie down on the couch on the left side, slightly lower the briefs.

Aunt Lena took off her dress, hung it on a hanger, remained in white shorts and a bra. My heart pounded - it looked very attractive. The doctor at this time pushed the tripod and began to pour water into a rubber tank, a rather large one, 2–2 liters, with a long hose and a tip at the end.

- Doctor, I'm afraid, as if what happened during the procedure did not. Soil in the office!

- Do not worry - the doctor said all the same smiling sweetly - here is the oilcloth for such purposes. And for the insurance we put a bucket next to it.

Aunt Lena sighed, blushed, but to go - alas! - there was nowhere to go. Nothing to do but go up to the couch, lie on your left side and lower the panties.

- If you are not sure of yourself, take off your panties - the doctor advised. - Do not be shy, I'm a doctor ...

Aunt Lena dutifully pulled off her panties and threw them on a chair. I'm all soaked, a member got a stake. Putting her hands under her head, a completely naked woman lay down on the couch. - Feet squeeze above - the doctor purred - more, more. Aunt Lena was creepy with excitement, her neck and ears turned red. All her charms flashed before my burning eyes - reddish labia with curly black hairs and a small brown hole between the buttocks. Frozen with excitement, I waited for the doctor to pump water into him. But he obviously did not hurry. First I hung a container with water on a tripod, thickly smeared the tip with vaseline, and only then ...

- Take a deep sigh - then with the fingers of his left hand he finally spread the tender buttocks, and with his right hand he inserted the tip all the way and opened the krantik.

“Oh,” Aunt Lena breathed.

- Lie still, breathe deeply.

The doctor went to the table, sat down and, all the while looking at the patient, began to write something in a journal. With me sweat poured in hail, I could hardly breathe - after all, Aunt Lena put her ass exactly on display and I could look at her most intimate details in all details.

- Oh, doctor, that's enough, I can't take it anymore, it hurts in my stomach - suddenly Aunt Lena moaned

- Breathe deeper, calmer.

- Oh, I can not, doctor, now crap one's pants - Aunt Lena raised up her red, almost purple face. Sweat poured from her.

“Oh, mommy, that's enough, oh, Lebanese,” she cried, tapping the couch with her hand. The doctor glanced reproachfully at the impatient patient.

- A little more patience - In his voice suddenly sounded maliciously notes - you need to hold another five minutes for the best effect.

“No, no, I'm running out now,” Aunt Lena was already saying through tears.

The doctor had to quickly raise his ass from his familiar place. He took out the tip and immediately plugged the anus with a stopper - probably special, wearing rubber gloves as a precaution.

“Five minutes,” he said in a metallic voice and turned the hourglass on the table.

- Doctor, I will not run to the toilet, can I have a bucket? I'll carry it out later - aunt Lena gurgled, holding her stomach

- Well, let's go!

But Aunt Lena still held her stomach for a while, groaning, preparing for a bowel movement. So she jumped up and quickly crouched over the bucket.

- Very well and the sand ends - muttered the doctor, he pulled the cork.

Aunt Lena shouted loudly, defecated ... The jet turned out to be of such strength and thickness, which happens only in a cow during urination. Helen stood to me backwards, farting, spewing the accumulated slag, no longer embarrassed anyone.

- There is no paper - the doctor said in an apologetic voice - this is a piece of rag.

- Thank you very much - Aunt Lena said cheerfully, straightening and wiping her ass.

- Well, it is easier?

- Much, thank you very much - said Aunt Lena, dressing.

I flew a bullet into the street. Soon came Aunt Lena. She smiled, joked, flirted with me. We bought food and returned home.