index


Message-ID: <48034asstr$1085829004@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Anoninsac <anoninsac@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} The Great Adventure Girl’s Academy 11 {Anoninsac} (MF Mf Ff ff 1st spank anal)
Lines: 246
Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 07:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is
copyright with all rights reserved by the author
unless explicitly waived. Non-commercial re-posts to
ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright
information remains on the re-posted story. As a
courtesy to the author please do not delete the
copyright information. No commercial reprints are
authorized.

The author relishes your comments at anoninsac (at)
yahoo (dot) com. If you like this story, see my other
stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anoninsac/www.

WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women.
Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
please do not read this.




The Great Adventure Girl's Academy

Chapter XI


That night I got on the Internet and looked up
surgeons in Santa Fe. I was pretty sure I wasn't going
to be getting married soon and I was getting beyond
child rearing age. Plus, I wasn't all that sure I
needed to bring any brats into the world. The Academy
was full of them. I got the name of a several surgeons
who advertised vasectomies. 

I started calling the next day. Several said they
wouldn't perform it on a single person. I found one
cutter who advertised no scalpels, no sutures
vasectomy. His only qualification for the patient
appeared to be cash. He had a cancellation for the
next day and I signed up.

I got there around 10 in the morning, completed a
cursory health history and the nurse led me into a
room. 

"Remove your clothing and put on this smock," she
said. "Once you're done please sit here," she said
pointing to a contraption that looked vaguely like a
torture rack. 

I was getting a little nervous now. I did as she said.
That smock only covered down to my belly and stopped.
I sat in the thing and she returned. She clamped my
legs to stirrups and pulled them apart, scooted my ass
forward on the seat so that I was leaning back
slightly which caused my privates to be exposed to the
world. She grabbed some crème and a razor and
proceeded to shave my balls. I admit to being a tad
worried with her scraping away with a razor down
there. Then I started laughing realizing I was about
to pay this Doc to whack them for real. She looked up
and I explained why I was laughing.

She finished and said, "The Doctor will be in, in just
a moment."

He came in, took a look at my sack and took a hypo
from the nurse, stuck me and looked up. "Feel
anything?"

"A tingling," I said.

"Tell me when it disappears," he said.

He explained the procedure. Instead of a scalpel, he
used a high-energy cautery device. Used one way it
would cut and used another would `burn' the edges
together, sealing them more efficiently than sutures.
No stitches needed. I felt my sack going numb and soon
couldn't feel a thing down there. I told him.

"Let's get started," he said. 

"Just make sure I don't sing soprano, Doc," I said. He
didn't even smile - Probably heard the lame joke a
million times. Excuse me.

He picked up the cautery tool and brought it over to
my sack. The damn thing looked a hell of a lot like
those old wood burning tools I played with as a kid.
It didn't help that when he cut the cords I could
smell the burning flesh and thought, `That's me.' 

He used a little hook to pull out one cord, clamped it
off, cut out a 1 inch section, clamped each end with a
titanium clamp, cauterized the ends with the tool and
then did the other end. He did the other side just the
same. Those sperm were going to have to get past a
break in the tube, two titanium clamps, a two
cauterized tube ends to have any chance at all. I was
going to be pretty safe. He used the device to close
up the incision in my sack and I was done. It took
about fifteen minutes.

He showed me the two pieces of white tube. "Want
these?" he asked.

"Won't do me any good," I said.

He smiled and put them on the tray. "The nurse will
give you the post-op instructions. Follow them
exactly," and he was gone. I bet he was doing twenty
of these a day.

The nurse gave me several pages of instructions, ice,
rest, etc. The important instructions were no sex for
a week and I was still virile until all of the sperm
were cleared out of the downstream system. Up to six
weeks according to the instructions. I asked her and
she said it depended on the number of orgasms you had.
Most men would clear themselves with about 6 climaxes.
That wasn't going to take me no six weeks.

Those no-sex instructions weren't a problem the next
day. It felt like I had been kicked in the nuts. The
second day I was feeling a lot better. Enough so that
I got hard in the shower. But a few pulls warned me I
wasn't ready yet. I was still feeling it down there.
But in a few days I felt good enough to jerk off in
the shower. One. 

I felt no ill effects and had number two the next day.
Before the week was done I had eight in the books. I
looked up Nancy after dinner.

"Hi stud," she said.

"Please, you are going to make me self-conscious," I
said.

"I doubt that. What can I do for you?"

"Could you ask Lauren tomorrow to come down and see
me?" I asked.

"What am I? Your pimp?" she asked sarcastically.

"It's not like that. You know what happened with the
Dyke. I caused her to get her ass whipped. I just want
to apologize to Lauren for causing her trouble.
Please, Nancy," I pleaded.

Nancy looked unsure then said, "All right. I'll tell
her."

"Thank you. I really do feel badly about that."

"You sold me. But I still feel like your pimp. I'll
tell her tomorrow," she said as she turned and went
off to her room.

The next afternoon Lauren appeared in my office, her
hair loose and flowing about her shoulders. I looked
up and was startled. She was a really beautiful young
woman. I hadn't noticed how good looking she was
before. "Hi."

"Hi. Miss Gonzalez said you wanted to see me," she
said.

"Yeah. I have a surprise if you want to see it," I
said.

She looked dubious. "What kind of surprise?"

"I think a nice one. It's in the room."

She thought for a second and said, "Okay. Let's see
it."

I led her to the love room and after locking the door
behind us I turned to her.

"What's the surprise?" she asked starting to look a
little excited.

I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped
my pants and stood before her naked.

"I've seen that before," she said.

"Ah, no you haven't. I got me a new model," I said.

Lauren squinted and peered at old jonesy. "Looks the
same to me," she said.

"Look closer," I said.

She came over and knelt before me. I pulled up jonesy
so she could see my sack. It still had a bit of a red
line from the incision. She looked at it and then up
at me, a question on her face. I smiled, "Vasectomy."

"Really?" Her finger traced the fading line. "Cool.
When did you do it?"

"Last week," I said.

"That means I can't get pregnant?"

"And it means we don't need nothing between us. Just
skin on skin. Completely natural. Nothing artificial
to harm the environment." I said laughing.

Lauren tore off her clothes and jumped onto the bed. I
joined her and dove between those beautiful legs of
hers. Once she was juicy and ready I slid between
those legs and lined up with her pussy. When my cock
lanced up into her hot, tight, wet pussy I nearly
creamed. Jesus, what a wonderful feeling; her pussy
massaging my cock. I started fucking little Lauren.

Pleasure and a few thoughts filled my mind. I had it
made. All these hot girls and I was their personal
stud. Grace had her dykettes and I had the straights.
How many girls could I fuck? Maybe I'd have to
postpone that retirement a few years. No need to
hurry.

My mind was going now, fucking a long line of girls as
Lauren started to moan below me. I felt her climax
start and I let myself go, filling her with my cum
while thinking about all of the girls I could have now
that I was the stud of the Great Adventure Academy.





	
		
__________________________________
Do you Yahoo!?
Friends.  Fun.  Try the all-new Yahoo! Messenger.
http://messenger.yahoo.com/ 

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+