“Wasn’t that the waitress with her daughter?”

“How do you do that, remembering all those people?”

“Well, if you worked at a school, Christina, and all these little missies thought they were the center of the world, you’d start remembering their names as it’s the simplest way to keep them sweet.”

“Sweet as in …”

“… actually doing what you tell them as the school nurse: basic hygiene, like changing their dirty panties and washing their smelly little cunts, diet like eating fruit and vegetables instead of junk food, not overdoing their circ fashions like this stupid Zombie holes …”

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She was lying on her belly glued to her soap. The shiny red nail polish on her toes glowing in the evening light drew my attention to her bend up legs and the place of bliss, where they met, out of bounds for me since her recent operation and so tantalizingly covered by her thin house chinos.

“Uhoh, what do I see here?”

“Hi, sweety, home already?”

“Home to my horny, wet little wife.”

“Horny yes, but … oh no!”

“Big spot.”

“But that’s so not cool, they said it would help. John, what are you doing … get your nose out of there.”

“If I’m not allowed to touch, at least I want to smell …”

“Yeah and then someone wants a blow job again.”

Alice tried to give me her annoyed look over her shoulder, her specs always accentuating her beautiful blue eyes, but the way she flicked her long, blond hair and how her hips started to wriggle betrayed her state of constant arousal, which she had hoped to get under control by that little snip as she called it. I had tried in vain to talk her out of it. I understood that being the brunt of endless jokes because of her leaking pussy was embarrassing and nerve racking, but there were things like pads and tampons and …

“I hate, I hate it, I hate it. I don’t want to run around like a baby swatted in nappies. This gooey stuff gives me the creeps, even the pads are soaked with it after two hours. And always this feeling of wetness like I peed myself. I have my appointment tomorrow at the KliniK and that’s it. It’s my body.”

Well, she had a flair for the dramatic, something which I actually loved about her, even if it was sometimes quite exhausting like when she came home after the operation, crying her heart out that she will never be able to come again and that it hurts down there and that her throat is sore because she screamed like crazy during the operation.

“They didn’t give you any anaesthetic?”

“Well, they … this stupid nurse at the KliniK convinced me that it’s the proper way to say good bye … like … like a natural child birth. Feeling it makes it easier to understand the consequences, and you also have one last … you know.”

No, I didn’t know, but between her snivels and meek voice there was something like naughtiness shining through her explanation.

“Don’t tell me, you came, when they cut you.”

There was a smile playing around her red eyes, when she started to fumble with my belt. She fell asleep with my dick still in her mouth, sperm leaking unto my belly. I awoke in the middle of the night, when she was sucking on it a second time half asleep, but grunting with satisfaction, when I splurged another load down her gullet. That was a week ago and many blow jobs later and to my big ‘chagrin’ she was hornier then ever as she hadn’t had any sexual satisfaction since her operation.

“God, you smell so good, girl, please, please can I see it and lick it and play with it and worship it and …”

She giggled into the bed cover, her feet caressing my head.

“I might say yes today … if you kiss my toes.”

She had this foot fetish. Sometimes I thought that she preferred having her toes sucked to actually fucking. So here I was, bathing her feet in my saliva, using my tongue to clean between her toes, giving a lot of little kisses on top of her shiny red nails. It wasn’t so bad either, today it wasn’t sneaker day, so her sweet, sweaty foot smell was actually a turn on, a prequel to the taste of her pussy. She had turned around, revealing that the spot in her crotch was well visible also from the front. She had opened her blouse and started playing with her rosy hard little nipples, her mouth open, her lips swollen, her red cheeks extending to red blotches on her throat and between her breasts.

“You’re allowed to visit the treasure trove now.”

The way she whispered this invitation between gnawing at her lower lip and smiling a naughty worried smile, had me nearly coming in my suit pants. While I got eagerly rid of them and the rest of my business attire, she giggled and squirmed, especially when my hard dick sprang free of my underwear to actually slap against my belly. And then I ceremoniously removed her trousers inch by inch, only to be surprised by her lack of panties.

“Well, they promised I won’t need them any more, because the leaking would be stopped, now look!”

If her new ‘little girl’ sex hadn’t already taken my breath away, the next view had me skip a heart beat: She opened her outer lips to reveal … nothing. Just a tiny pinkish scar gave an idea of the former glory of her succulent clit I so liked to suck. Her tiny hole, lying open without any cover from her former well developed meat curtain, as she called it, showed that it was full to the brink with the whitish goo, which she detested and I adored. Without even thinking I plunged my tongue into this tasty cave to her surprised squeal and looking up into her shocked eyes I started to scoop it up for lubrication of her scar, which had her tremble with fear and excitement.

“Uhooh, be careful, … oh it feels so good … it tickles … not like coming good … but so good … not the tip of the tongue, it will sting … uh … it feels like something is growing inside … and it hurts deep … but in a good way … so good … don’t stop … What are you …?”

Her asshole was bathed in her juice and my saliva and for once I was determined to ignore her dictum that no one ever is allowed to touch her there.

“Grgrh … you bastard … your finger is in my ass … and it hurts … and I like it … just wait … what’s good for the goose …”

I had swivelled into a sideways 69 position and somehow my cock had found a very accommodating place down her throat, when she pushed a finger up my ass. It took all my willpower not to come and quite some wiggling to liberate myself from her predatory grip she had on my balls. Seconds later I was kneeling at the edge of the bed my dick poised at her shiny asshole, still slightly open from my finger treatment. She had sat up leaning on her elbows, looking up between her legs well placed on my shoulders.

“Don’t you dare!”

The look in her eyes was indescribable, a mixture of shock about my temerity and pride that she had brought me to a point with her newly modified pussy, where I had lost my usual coolness and reserve and ignored her commands by simply taking her. And taking her I did. Her natural lubrication was more then enough to have my dick buried up to the hilt in one swift go, her face crunching up in pain and … This was too good to be true, but a look at her convulsing belly and cramped, closed pussy hole confirmed it: My girl was actually coming from assfucking. She had fallen back to the bed, her head thrown left and right, her beautiful blond hair flying all over the place. My cock was in a deadly grip, when with a grunt emanating behind her hair curtain both her holes pushed out, which allowed me to start moving. Alas, only for a short while because with an audible slap her pussy closed again and her asshole started milking me with the inevitable result that I came with an otherworldly scream and a torrent of sperm into her bowels.

“This is crazy … so good, so good … don’t take it out … I’m all sloshy inside now … so sexy …”

Her murmurings were barely intelligible. In my incoherent state I pushed two fingers into her tight sloppy cunt, which triggered another convulsion and a tiny whiny sound from behind the arm she had slung over her face by now. I pushed it away together with her hairs. Her face was sweaty red, her specs long gone, her eyes were tightly shut, her mouth open and drooling and that’s where my two gooey fingers found an eager tongue gobbling up the juice she so abhorred. What shall I say? By the end of the second round her asshole was at least as sore as her cut pussy and in spite of all the lubrication my dick felt like rubbed raw. Still she wanted to go on.

“I think the KliniK created a monster … a leaking monster”, she mumbled giggling into the crook of my neck.

“Now with all that juice my asshole will always be ready for you.”

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“You look exhausted, Joe. Why didn’t you go home straight away to your lovely wife and children?”

“Agh Chrissy, you know very well that the KliniK is my home. Did you manage to enter all the vagi-anal valves into the inventory?”

“Yes and the new Declitorizer 3000 and you will have to be very nice to me as otherwise I’m gonna tell Marly, what you just said.”

“Come to my boobies, girl and I smother you to oblivion.”

“You wish. How’s the little girl?”

“Carla is starting to cope, I think. I always say that the age limit is stupid. Some girls are simply not ready when they hit twelve. We should do psychological assessments before we do them, not just look at their birth certificates.”