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Hi.

  This nifty submission is not included yet, but it will be in next
one during the upcoming weekend. This story is a refelction of the
current jobmarket and conclusions which may occur under strange and
rare situations. So folks be happy if you had a job.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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_The_New_Secretary_______________________________________by_Amy_Brett_ 9



"She, he, well, Paula must have been hung like a horse," the millionaire's
model said.

"No.  Actually, she was smaller than Amy.  The skin stretches to a large
extent but we still needed the slight addition from her butt," he explained.
"When we do Amy, we won't need any additions.  Just a course of lubrication
application, for softening, and regular exercises."

"What kind of exercises?" the banker asked perceptively.  Sam laughed and
pulled out the dildo and replaced it quickly.

"Ooooo!" one of the women said.  Paula had, of course, reacted differently,
clenching and opening her mouth for additional air.

"Often?" one of the women asked.

"At first it's implanted with a battery operated expansion device.  After
the bandages come off, it's reduced slowly as the desired size is maintained
and healing takes place."

"How was that, Paula?" the banker's wife asked.

"At first it was pretty numb and then it was a little painful.  But by the
third day, it was what you'd expect," she answered.

"Like being fucked all the time?" the woman said with a grin.

"Pretty much.  Yeah," Paula responded with an embarrassed grin.

"Can I have that, honey," she said to her husband.  He laughed.

"You just have wrinkles and a droop.  Your pussy works just fine."

"We can tighten it up, if you want," Sam said with a grin.

"Now there's an idea," the banker said, getting smacked on the arm
playfully.

"Sign me up," the millionaire's model said.

"After the course of hormone therapy is complete, Tanya," Sam said simply.
I didn't realize this beautiful woman was ...  not.  Apparently the men in
the room hadn't either from the way they looked at her.

"I noticed the way she's reacting to the dildo," the woman between my legs
said.  "Does it fell real?  Like a real pussy and clit and everything?"

"I never had one before," Paula said simply.  "But if it's supposed to feel
wonderful, Sam did everything right."

"You like being fucked?" she continued and Paula blushed and grinned.

"You bet she does," Roger said.

"And you can do that for me?" she asked and Sam grinned.

"Us," the playboy added.

"In your case, Linda, the mechanics are much simpler.  You've got all the
equipment in the right place.  You just need the nerves brought a little
closer to the surface." I'd heard of that somewhere.  A clitoral peel?  It
sounded so much like a banana or orange.

"But I'll for sure need the exercises," she said and everyone laughed.

"I'll tell you the name of the supply house that carries these things," Sam
said, removing the dildo again.

"Well, seeing is believing," the millionaire said across the room and began
unfastening his pants.  "Come here and let's see if it really works."

Paula looked at Roger, who shrugged and smiled.  Paula went to the
millionaire and, as he pushed his pants down to his ankles and sat back to
reveal a thick, hard cock in his hand, she positioned herself over him by
crawling up onto the edge of the couch on her knees.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, gasping with excitement and
stimulation as he found her nipples with his fingers.  When she moved back
up his length, he guided a nipple to his lips and she hugged his head to her
as he pumped partially into her new pussy.

"Okay.  That's all I can take," the banker said and quickly pulled off his
suit coat, tie and shoes before taking off his pants.  I didn't see his
intention before he stood up, his moderate sized cock bounding in front of
him as he walked across the room to Sam, and got the tube of KY jelly from
him.

He went to Paula, squirted a considerable amount of the slippery lotion on
the pucker of her asshole and the head of his dick, and spread her quivering
asscheeks to guide them together.

She gasped and orgasmed as he sunk it home.

The millionaire released her nipple and pressed her far down on his fat cock
as they all started a rhythm.  Her hands on his shoulders, she threw her
head back on the banker's shoulder with her mouth open wide and began
guiding the movements of the two men in her.

For several minutes, I'd been peripherally feeling the playboy's long tube
filling in my butt.  I'd only noticed slightly that I was getting hard as
well but Linda noticed it when it nudged at the back of her head.

"Mmmm," she moaned.  "We're ready again." She smiled as she turned to see
it.

I lost track of the action across the room as the playboy lifted me slightly
higher on his chest so he could stroke into me.  Linda watched and caressed
the insides of my thighs with her fingernails.

"Are you going to be able to come again?" she asked with some wonder.

"Uh huh," I gasped.  She shook her head in disbelief and moved so she could
put her lips around the head of my little penis.  Her tongue sought out the
opening at its tip and roved around the most sensitive flesh of the head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah," I heard Paula from across the room and knew she was
close again.  "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she went off, the grunts of the men
in her joining her.

I didn't see her run off to the bathroom with a hand over each hole because
I was in the process of having my ass filled with come and giving Linda
another taste at the time.

                                * * *

Certainly, the sexual activity broke the ice for the party.  When I got back
from the bathroom, conversation was free and open with the discussion
turning first to the mechanics of Sam's work and to questions about how
Paula and I were coping with our changed lives and bodies.

Two more drinks and the conversation was livelier and more in fun than the
other, more serious topics.

After I'd returned from the bathroom, I'd replaced my panties but everyone
had insisted I leave my bra and dress off.

I learned after a little conversation that the stock broker and his wife
were interested in me and I ended up sitting on the couch between the two of
them.  They were about equally affectionate with me.

He, Dave, sat with his arm around my shoulders, holding me against his side
and occasionally playing with my breast.  Martha, his wife, sat on the other
side of me and rubbed my crossed leg.  Occasionally, her hand would find my
penis and gently massage it as if that were a perfectly natural thing to do.

They asked me to go home with them and, when I looked at Sam for his
intention, he smiled and nodded approval.

Dave carried my bra, dress, and purse as Martha held my hand and led me to
their car out front, insisting that I not get dressed.  He drove his
Mercedes and Martha sucked my breast as we wove our way to their house.  She
only stopped when we arrived and hurried me inside.  They were both shedding
clothes, alternating his playing with my breasts until we were all on their
bed.

Dave completed the job of stripping me as Martha moaned and writhed as I
sucked on her large breasts.

As soon as he finished with the stockings and garter belt, he was inside me
as she guided my mouth to her engorged clitoris.  Since they hadn't had any
release during the party, they came hard and quickly.

They were kissing and rolling together on their large bed when I returned
from the bathroom.  I just molded to Martha's back and rubbed her side as he
hardened and plunged into her vagina.  She begged me to fuck her ass with my
"cute little cock."

We fell asleep together from sheer exhaustion after exploring most of the
possible combinations.  I think we explored the remainder the next morning
before, during, and after a long shower.

About noon, they dressed me in panties, my dress, and shoes.  But Martha
bared my breasts and sucked me as I finger fucked her on the way to my
apartment.

I took a much needed nap that wasn't interrupted until about six when Paula
and Sam woke me.  Together, they took me to the hospital to be prepared for
my Monday morning surgery.
20. Chapter


Sam went home at about eight to get some sleep after he'd seen that I was
completely settled and ready.  Paula stayed and told me about her night.

Apparently, shortly after I left Linda and the playboy went home.  But the
remainder of the people stayed, taking turns with Paula.  Roger and Sam had
waited til Sunday morning to take her together and, she said, do the best
anyone had.  She kept telling me I had to try that as soon as I was healed
up from my surgery.  I looked forward to it.

She left me to sleep about ten after "one last good fuck," as she called it.
So that was how I ended my life as a man.

A nurse woke me at five to give me a couple of pills that would let me
sleep.  I was really out of it when Sam came in later, smiling in his green
surgical outfit, and examined me.  I was still pretty much out of it when a
nurse and a pair of orderlies came in and lifted me onto a gurney for the
trip to the surgery.

Under the huge reflective surgical light, a smiling woman put a plastic mask
over my mouth and nose and told me I was going to sleep now.  That's the
last thing I remember.

                                * * *

The world was very fuzzy and hard to focus on when I woke up looking at the
same woman.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," she said.  I just mumbled something and fell
back to sleep.  I woke again with Sam looking down at me.

"You got a great little pussy, Amy," he said with a broad grin.  "Everything
went perfectly.  How do you feel now?"

"Ohhhhh, just wonderful," I mumbled through the pleasant pink fog in my
head.

The next time I woke up, I was back in the room and it was dark except for a
small light.  When I moved, a nurse stood up and came to the side of the
bed.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Thirsty," I mumbled through cracked lips.  She held a glass of water with a
bent plastic straw in it so I could drink.

I could feel a generalized tingling all through my body similar to when your
foot falls asleep.

"Any pain?" she asked.  I shook my head slightly and said no.  "I'm right
here for you.  If you need anything, I'll get it for you.  Okay?" I nodded
and fell back to sleep.

When I woke again, the pleasant pink fog was gone taking the tingling with
it.  The whole thing was replaced by an upset stomach and a feeling in my
groin reminiscent of a good kick in the nuts.  The nurse was there with my
first groan.

"How are you this morning?" she asked.

My mouth seemed dried to immobility and, as I tried to say something, she
held the straw back to my mouth.  I accepted it gratefully.

"I'm okay," I finally said.  "I feel like I got kicked." She nodded.  "My
stomach doesn't feel so hot."

"I can understand that," she said.  "Here."

She held my head up a little and put a pill in my mouth before giving me
some more water to swallow it with.  She did the same thing with a second
pill.

"Doctor is due about any time but you just sleep now." I nodded and promptly
fell asleep again.

"Welcome to girlhood, Amy," Sam said as I fought to open my eyes again.
"We're just going to check out our handiwork here.  It shouldn't hurt,
okay?"

What could I do?  I just lay there as he pulled the sheet down and lifted my
hospital gown.  I could feel the cool room air on my stomach and legs and
knew I was laying on my back with my legs spread.

I listened as he talked pleasantly with the nurse, took the bandages off,
and gently prodded around the area.  Sometimes I felt his touches distantly,
like you feel your face when your mouth is numb from the dentist's
novocaine.  Only a couple of his touches caused any pain and that wasn't
bad.

The nurse brought a washrag and container of hot water that smelled of
disinfectant.  They washed things down there for quite a while and Sam kept
alternately asking me if I felt things and talking in medical terms with the
nurse.

Finally, they were done and had replaced the bandage with a new, smaller
one.

"You're going to start feeling this in a while," he said.  "And it's not
going to feel very good.  But just ask for a pain pill if you think you need
one and remember that every hour it will hurt less and less.  Okay?"

"Sure," I said.  "It's okay now." He nodded.

"Typically, we did a fantastic job," he said.  "You're going to have the
prettiest pussy in your Girl Scout troop."

I chuckled with the nurse.

                                * * *

I woke again, this time definitely feeling the unpleasant effects between my
legs, in the late afternoon.  The nurse didn't hesitate to give me two more
pills and long drinks of water before helping me with the bedpan.  We worked
together, to the extent I could help at all, to change my bed linens and my
hospital gown.

Telling me I had guests who wanted to see me, she helped me put on a little
makeup and brush out my hair.

Paula and Bill came in all smiles, both giving me nice kisses.

"So how did it work?" Bill asked.

"I slept through it but it feels like he used a chain saw," I told him.

"It goes away quick," Paula said with a big grin.  "Then it gets to be a lot
of fun."

"Whatever you say," I said, showing my disbelief.

They stayed and talked for more than an hour before the nurse told them I
was getting tired.  I didn't know it until they kissed me goodbye and left
that I really was tired.

I slept through to morning.

Sam and the nurse woke me (the nurse had given me another pill in the middle
of the night but I didn't really wake up for that).

"Okay, honey," Sam said with his best bedside manner.  "How do you feel
today?"

Strangely, I felt almost normal and told him so.  The upset stomach was gone
and only a remnant of the feeling that I'd been kicked was noticeable.
Instead, as I moved I felt little stabbing pains like needles or, more
appropriately, little cuts.

"Okay.  Let's look at that beautiful cunt then," he said, pulling the sheet
down again.  The nurse had just brought the wash pan and rag.

"I get to watch this time," I told him and he directed the nurse to crank up
the head of the bed slightly and build the pillows so I didn't have to hold
up my head.  He'd removed the bandages by the time she was finished.

Now I could see why it hurt.

It looked vaguely like labia and a clit if you'd seen them swollen to ten
times their normal size, colored red, blue and black, and crisscrossed with
stitches.  It was an initial shock but I got over that quickly as he used
the washrag on the area.  Somehow he was gentle but businesslike, cleaning
it off with a minimum of repeated touches to the same areas of the sensitive
skin.

The clit was much shorter and a little smaller than my penis had been but,
swollen, it almost looked as big.  It was tremendously sensitive and not at
all in a pleasant way.  Washing it and the areas immediately beside it was
the hardest part for me.

Together they placed me on a bed pan that I didn't have the inclination to
use right then and got out what looked like the biggest syringe I've ever
seen.

"Not a shot," he said with a grin.  "This is called a louvage.  Instead of a
needle, it has this tube on it that we're going to shove up your cunt." The
nurse flushed with embarrassment at the word she hadn't heard the last time
he used it.  "Then we're going to empty a few quarts of cleaning fluid up
there and see what comes out.  Sounds like fun.  Right?"

I chuckled with him but I really didn't think it was going to be at all.

I was absolutely sure of it as he began feeding the soft tube into the hole
between my legs I hadn't had two days before.  My response to his movements
tended to center on "ouch" as he pushed it in, pulled back slightly, and
directed in again.  I was very happy when he stopped and connected the
syringe to it.

Then, as promised, he pushed the plunger and I felt myself filled with
liquid before it finally broke the seal at the opening and gushed into the
bedpan.  Empty, he twisted the plunger, pulled it back out, filled it, and
did it again.  I couldn't see what was coming out very well, except that it
started out pretty red and, after four or five refills, seemed to be about
the same color as what went in.

The experience was distinctly unpleasant.

When he pulled the tube out most of the way, he massaged my lower stomach,
pressing hard, until it seemed the liquid was expelled completely.  He
cleaned up as the nurse emptied the bedpan and brought it back for me to use
in a more normal way that I really needed by then.

I noticed the catheter below my new clit as they painted my front with
Betadine antiseptic.  He talked to me, telling me that the nerves seemed to
be hooked up right and that there was definitely a hole down there now and
other things while we waited for the Betadine to dry.  Satisfied, he
replaced the bandages and kissed me in a way that was un-doctorly enough to
raise the nurse's eyebrows.

The next morning the same routine was repeated but with much less pain and a
change in the skin colors, going toward red and blue with a little green and
yellow thrown in to replace the purple and black.  The lips were only five
times the size of those I'd seen before.

The next morning, they were only twice what I thought should be normal and
the colors had shaded down to reds and blues with a minimum of the sicker
colors.

When he was finished with the cleaning, he asked me if I could get up and I
was sure I could.  As it happened, it was a good thing they were both there
to hold my arms when I got up.  All the blood rushed out of my head and I
would have ended up in a pile on the floor.

I only had to go as far as a wheelchair that the nurse maneuvered through
the hallway to an examining room.  They again helped me onto the examining
table and, with a little difficulty, into the stirrups.

"This may hurt a little but it's necessary, okay?" As if I had any choice.

He used something metal to very carefully open my new hole and, as he'd
warned me, the last bit of that hurt like hell and I let him know.  He told
me it was a child's instrument rather than a woman's but it didn't matter to
me.

Then for the next what seemed a half hour, he prodded and pressed against
every surface inside me with varying results from wild pain to mild
discomfort to a zing of pleasure that had me squirming in an entirely
different way.

After he removed the instrument and the catheter, replaced the bandage
before taking me back to my room.  But, rather than putting me back to bed,
Sam leaned on the arms of the wheelchair.

"What do you say to getting the hell out of this dump?" he said.

"You're releasing me?  Fantastic!"

"You think you can take care of the cleanup with Paula's help?"

"Sure," I said, not sure but knowing I wanted out of the hospital.

"Okay.  Paula and Bill are here to take you home.  These are your
instructions if you care to accept them," he said in his Mission Impossible
voice.  "Eat and drink very sparingly.  With the catheter out, that means
that you have to do this whole cleanup routine every time you take a piss.
The same for when you have a bowel movement.

"I'll want to see you in here at nine o'clock each morning for the next
week.  We've already provided Bill with the packaged louvages and that's
part of the cleanup.  Every time.  Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" I said.

"Okay.  Are you feeling less heady now?" I did and they helped me to my
feet.

With the bulky bandage, panties were superfluous.  But the nurse helped me
with a skirt, bra, blouse, and low heeled shoes.  They got me back into the
wheelchair and pushed me out to the waiting room where Paula and Bill stood
up to greet us.

"Here's our girl," Sam said as he turned me over to them.  "Thanks to you
all, I have some work to do this afternoon but I'll try to stop by this
evening to see how we're doing."

The nurse wheeled me out and helped Bill ensure I didn't fall getting into
the car.  The two of them practically carried me into my apartment in spite
of my protests.

I had to walk spraddle-legged but, other than that, I felt almost normal.

Paula helped me a little while later when I had to go to the bathroom and do
the cleaning.

                                * * *

The whole thing got boring more than anything else during the next three
days.  Morning cleanup.  Doctor's appointment.  Home.  Careful.  Bathroom
and cleanup after dinner.  Cleanup before bed.  Sleep like a rock.

Saturday morning things changed when Sam carefully removed all his tiny
stitches in a long and laborious exercise that was uncomfortable but mostly
just time consuming.  The internal stitches, he told me, were the dissolving
kind and had mostly disappeared already.

When he finished with the stitches, another cleaning, and the liberal
application of antiseptic that felt like the tips of cigarettes applied all
over the area, he placed the odd dildo in my new pussy and showed me how it
works.

To start, he told me, I had to used the harness that came with it.  These
nylon straps held it firmly in place with an X shaped arrangement connected
to a two inch waistband.  When it was fastened in place, the harness held it
pressed into the depths of my pussy, pressing against its furthest reaches.

He pointed out the three dials on the little handset that would clip to my
belt or skirt waist dangling a wire to the dildo.  He showed me the dial
that said "circumference" with zero to nine settings and turned it slowly to
two.  I could feel the thing expand from its comfortable but full initial
size to one on the verge of a scream that made me spread my legs to
accommodate it.

He returned it to zero before turning the "length" dial to two.  I did
scream as it lengthened inside me before he returned it to zero.

"Okay.  You'll want to do this a few times manually at first.  Then later
let the 'speed' dial do the work for you."

Nothing happened when he turned it to two.  Then he turned the
"circumference" dial to two as well and it began expanding and contracting
at a regular pace.  He returned that to zero before doing the same thing
with the "length" dial.  As I now expected, it lengthened and contracted at
the same rate.

"Work up a little each time you use it.  At least once an hour.  When you're
finished, I expect that you'll be using it at about a five or six setting.
But do it in private.  Or," he grinned, "with friends.  It's going to start
feeling really really good after a while.

"The higher the speed setting, the faster it goes.  The higher the others
are set, the longer or bigger around.  Ah, the miracles of modern
technology."

After he helped me off the examining table, I got dressed and accepted his
hug and long kisses.

"I just wish the technology wasn't quite so good so I could be the first to
get you off," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed but couldn't help but kid him.  "But then you'd have to
clean everything up again."

"You realize that you have more feelings down there than Paula," he said
with a grin.

"I thought so.  What does that mean?"

"It means that your orgasms are going to be magnificent.  Also the way your
pelvis is configured, you'll have the first certifiable G-spot I know of.
And it's placed perfectly against the vaginal canal so the outstroke is
going to catch it every time."

He chuckled.  "Not only that, but you're going to love being finger fucked."

I blushed but said, "you'll have to prove that to me later."

"Happy to do it," he returned.
21. Chapter


I stayed in a robe for the rest of the weekend.  Paula helped me a lot by
taking care of all my normal needs like eating and getting drinks and trying
to entertain me as well as helping with cleanups.

The "exercises" changed from painful and done manually circumference then
length to enjoyable with the automatic speed doing first circumference and
then length.  I had my first certifiably female orgasm with all three
settings at two and, an hour later, my second on settings at three while
Paula watched.

Sunday night, I determined that I was tired of being an invalid.  The
swelling in my labia and clit was apparently gone though they were larger
than others I'd seen.  Now they were red and sensitive but not painfully
sensitive.

Monday morning, I dressed for work after the week long leave.  Wanting to
look as hot as I could, I wore thigh high stockings, medium height red
heels, a short red skirt and the matching red suit coat.  The tightly
tailored suit coat buttoned with a single button just below my breasts that
showed my cleavage from start to finish and held me tight enough to make the
most of it.

I didn't wear a bra and panties were still a little superfluous with the
"exercise" machine and harness in place.

At work, I was greeted by some of the other secretaries who came in early,
did my morning routine with the schedule and got coffee for Bill and myself.
When I returned to Bill's office, he was sitting behind his desk and
brightened like I'd turned a lightbulb on when I walked in.

He leaped out of his chair and came around it to take the cups of coffee,
set them down on the front of the desk, and enfold me in his arms for a
wonderful kiss.

"I didn't expect you back to work for a few days," he said as he finally
broke the kiss.  "How are you?  How do you feel?  Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I said with a giggle.  "I'm fine.  Just a little sore.  And
I have to go see Sam at nine.  But it's okay."

"So.  Can I see it?" I nodded and sat down in my chair in front of his desk.
He sat on the edge of his chair and looked as I pulled up the short skirt.

I knew the front of the harness covered much of what he wanted to see, so
unbuckled its belt and dropped it down my thighs a little ways.  His fingers
immediately went to my red labia.

"Careful.  It's still a little sore." The tiny holes of the stitches had
healed completely and the incisions were closed and only visible if you
looked very closely.

"God!  It's beautiful!" he sighed gratifyingly.  "Does everything work?"

"It seems to," I told him.  "The dildo still needs to go up a few settings
before it's done.  But it's working."

"When are you supposed to use it?"

"Every hour."

"When's the next time?"

I knew what he wanted and had anticipated him.

"Now," I said with a grin.  "Want to watch?" I didn't need his grin to know
he did.

I explained quickly what it did and refastened the belt before setting the
speed on "4" and the circumference to match.  That had always been the easy
part.  I took a deep breath before turning the length setting slowly upward
until it was at "4" as well.  The experience was still fairly overwhelming
and I was leaning back in the chair with my legs spread and reacting to the
stretching and probing inside me.

That was why it took me somewhat by surprise when he unbuttoned my suit
coat, pushed it aside, and began sucking one nipple while pinching the
other.  It added immensely to the experience and I was orgasming almost
immediately and repeatedly.

I didn't even object when I saw him reach for the hand control and turn it
to three fives.  I orgasmed several more times before he turned the machine
to zeroes and left me panting, sprawled lewdly with the coat still open and
my legs spread.

"I can hardly wait to provide you with some 'real' exercise," he said.

                                * * *

When I left his office, put together again, I just had time to make it to my
doctor's appointment.  Sam pronounced everything "perfect" after looking
into my insides and touching every surface.  He took the exercise machine to
"4" circumference after it was back in place but edged the length up until
it was painful.  That didn't keep me from orgasming wildly.

He told me that I could leave the circumference setting at "4" now unless I
wanted a thrill but to take it up to the painful area by feel.

                                * * *

Back at work, the rest of the morning and lunch with Paula went normally,
broken only by my hourly exercises.  I was sufficiently out of control to do
it in a stall in the bathroom rather than at my desk.

At two, I took coffee in to Bill.

"Are you still feeling good?" he asked as I sat down and sipped the hot
coffee.  I filled him in on everything else that had happened, both business
and personally, during the day.  Our coffee finished, I had an idea.

"You know, Bill?" I thought aloud.  "Right after my surgery, everything from
my waist down was affected.  But, even before I got out of the hospital, my
only problems were my new pussy and things."

"Yeah," he said, showing his interest.

"Well, I was thinking.  I have to do my exercises again.  But there's
nothing to say that my other hole is unusable."

He got the message immediately and was smiling all over.  I got up and
walked around his desk.  I lay the exercise control on the desk close at
hand before pulling my skirt up in back, laying down on my front on the desk
surface.  It was easy to move the straps in back onto my thighs.

He hadn't wasted any time and immediately found my asshole with a lubricated
finger.  Surprisingly, since the surgery hadn't touched that hole or the
area around it as Paula's had, it was a little tender.  But it felt
unbelievably good when he slid his long, narrow cock into it.

"Hold it," I told him when he was fully inside me and reached for the
control.  "Ready?"

I felt him nod as he wrapped his arms around me and found my nipples with
his fingers.

"Now I am," he said.

I turned the speed setting to 2, circumference to 4, and length to 6 where
it just started to be painful.

"Oh shit!  It feels like someone else is in here with me," he gasped.

"Mmm.  Fuck me, Bill," I told him as I squirmed under him.  And he did.

As he slowly accelerated, I increased the speed setting of the dildo.  I
started orgasming at 4 and pulled his from him at 5.  I had my best climax
with him and still, a moment later, had the presence of mind to turn it off.

He helped plug me up with a Kleenex before helping me to stand and go to the
bathroom to drain.
22. Chapter


I can't say that I was getting tired of the dildo but I was glad to have the
option when, Friday, Sam told me that the 8 setting I'd gotten to for length
was enough and that I could cut the use of it to a couple of times a day
instead of wearing it full time.  His examination had showed him that I was
almost completely healed inside as well as out.

Of course, his exam had been done with the dildo out and replaced with the
obnoxious metal instrument that opened me up painfully.

"I didn't want to be too previous," he said then as he stood beside me.
"We've had ample opportunity to examine the nerves in the newly constructed
areas and know they all work.

"What we've resisted doing so far is checking to see 'how' they work.  So
here we go," he said.  "Now tell me if these things feel good or bad.  Okay?
If you don't feel anything for a few seconds, tell me that, too.  But I
don't think that will be a problem.

"Okay.  Ready?" I nodded.

He set one hand in the middle of my stomach but used a finger of the other
hand and touched the upper extent of my left labia very softly.  I told him
it felt good.  I told him the same thing as he teased down the length of it
to my pussy.  Starting over at the top of the other lip, he did the same
thing with the same results.

"Good," he said.  "Now this."

He started again at the top of the left labia, pressing harder and rubbing
the flesh in small circular motions against the bone below.  That felt even
better and I told him so.  He continued it all the way down before going to
the top of the other and doing the same thing.

He repeated the lightest touches on my small lips around my new opening and
it felt even nicer.

"Sit up here.  I want you to see this," he said and when I did, he ran his
finger up and down the labia.  "Look at the way they engorge and turn redder
with the infusion of blood." I saw.  They looked like any woman's but
possibly they enlarged more than most I'd seen.

I lay back down as he probed around the opening of my pussy where I could
tell him his touches felt good.

He touched my clitoris very lightly and I could tell him quickly that felt
"very" good.  Great.  He wetted his finger with KY jelly before rubbing it
harder.  With a steadily increasing pace, he drove me to a numbing orgasm in
a few minutes.

"Okay.  I knew that was going to work well.  I could tell from the start,"
he said.  "Now let's test the other."

Again wetting his finger, he inserted it into my new pussy, pressing hard
against its outside perimeter and exciting me in an escalating way.  From
the tone of my moans, he knew, I'm sure, when he found the G-spot he'd told
me was there below my clit and inside my body.  It felt similar but
different in place and intensity.

In seconds, he had me arching my back, almost standing on my head, as he
stroked in and out of my pussy across the sensitive spot near its opening.
As if that weren't enough, he lowered his tongue to my clitoris, soon
licking and sucking it as he continued pumping his finger into me.

The orgasm was mind shattering and, when he didn't stop, rose to an even
wilder one almost immediately before he let me come down from it.

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