Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Oh my,” is my breathless reply.
“You’re right in time, Ranger,” growls Ryder. “We’re just getting started.”
The new man moves forward and pulls a stool up right by Dr. Stephenson.
“I’m Dr. Stevens,” the new man says by way of greeting. “I’m a partner here at Epinine Medical, and read over your chart, Ms. McLeod. You’re here for a potential vaginoplasty, isn’t that right?”
At that moment, Ryder bites my clit playfully and all I can manage is another breathless, “Oh my,” as juices stream from my cunt. Ryder swallows them all, before gently nipping at the inside of my thigh. Oh my god he’s giving me a love bite. This is the craziest exam and yet it’s better than I ever imagined.
Dr. Stephenson merely smiles before lightly probing my hole with his tongue again.
“I’d like to get a second opinion with respect to her vaginal plasticity,” he says. “I’ve gone in there and it feels tight, but I could always use another professional opinion.”
Dr. Stevens nods.
“Let’s see,” he says in a neutral voice. “I’ll get in there and let you know.”
Dr. Stephenson rolls his chair back, and Dr. Stevens takes his place between my thighs. His blue eyes are like lasers on my pussy, and if possible, I grow even hotter and wetter beneath his gaze.
“She’s moist and lubed,” he remarks. “That’s good.”
But instead of inserting a finger for the exam, he too presses a kiss to my sensitive hole.
“Oh!” I squeal as tingles run through my cunt.
“Mmm, we need a bit more lube,” he says. “Relax, sweetheart.”
The doctor tongues my hole tantalizingly before circling my clit a few times, and then alternately sucking and licking at my clit.
“Mmm,” I moan, my eyes drifting shut as my fingers go to my nipples, squeezing and pulling them. “This feels so good.”
One of them grunts.
“It’ll feel even better soon, baby,” he says. “Now just hold still.”
A finger gently presses against my sensitive opening, entering my channel. My pussy welcomes him, squeezing tight while pulsing gently against the invasion. He stirs the finger a bit, testing my wall strength.
“No, she’s definitely quite small,” he remarks. “But maybe I better put two fingers in to check.”
Another finger joins the first, and I melt all over his hand.
“Oh my god!” is my squeal.
“Open wide,” the men say. “Here, this might help.”
With two fingers in my pussy, suddenly I feel something rubbing against my tight pleats.
“A lot of girls relax better if they’re touched in both places at once,” comes a masculine growl. “Now relax as I stroke you, and let the good doctor do his job.”
As I quiver and tremble beneath their dirty touches, the two fingers in my pussy begin to scissor, testing the elasticity of my vaginal channel, before stirring a bit. I moan and cry out with ecstasy, creaming so hard before these men. My thighs open wider if possible, even as the finger on my anus teasingly, tenderly caresses my back pleats.
“That a girl,” rasps on man. “You’re doing really well.”
“Almost over,” says the other. “We’re going to have the results soon.”
What is he talking about? But it doesn’t matter because suddenly, orgasm overcomes me. Pulses of light shoot from my pussy to my nipples, making me shiver with need. My cunt explodes, clamping and spasming on the fingers inside me, as white lights dance before my eyes and every cell in my body goes soaring over the edge.
“Oh!” is my breathless squeal. “Doctor!”
I don’t know who I’m calling for. I don’t know what’s happening to me. But I do know that these two men have made me feel something I’ve never felt before. They’ve made me feel desired, which was sorely lacking in my life, and as the Heavens open before me, I’m grateful.
8
Bethany
I sit in my living room, with Danny playing at my feet. My two-year-old is so cute, and he loves stacking colorful blocks before knocking them all down with a loud rattle. It makes him chortle happily, just to begin the process again.
“Wow, he’s growing fast,” remarks Wanda, while taking a sip of her tea. “I swear, just yesterday he wasn’t even able to sit up.”
I smile at my best friend. Wanda is dressed in one of her usual zany outfits, complete with yellow, sailor-style pants and a completely clashing polka-dotted pink top. Of course, both of these items are jarring on their own, but even more so when contrasted with her wild red curls. I love long red hair in the style of Julia Roberts, except that Wanda’s hairdo sometimes look more like a triangular red pyramid. I’ve hinted at maybe hiring a professional stylist, but Wanda always waves my suggestion away. I’m just grateful I have a real friend, so I’ve given up the extreme makeover.
Danny ignores us, burbling happily in his corner. I sigh.
“They do grow up fast, don’t they?” is my wistful comment.