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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Episiotomy - F" -- Uther -- MF wl pett
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Date: Thu, 12 May 2011 19:10:01 -0400
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If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read
electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else.

This material is copyright, 2011, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I
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If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures
in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Episiotomy - F
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl pett


Carolyn Pierce came back to the apartment rested. She'd had her first
post-delivery exam, and Dr. Gabel's office always ran behind. So she'd
napped in the chair of the waiting room. The real rest, however, was the
knowledge that somebody else was taking care of the twins. If they cried --
if? when they cried -- Karen, the babysitter, would have to respond. Well,
she was healthy according to Dr. Gabel, and her breasts were getting full
according to herself. As Karen was engaged for the *entire afternoon*, she
picked up some lamb chops on the way home.

"How did it go?" she asked when she got in the apartment.

"I brought some books to study. Hah!"

"You should have seen them last week. Which one is drier?" She was already
taking off her blouse. She grabbed a diaper as a spit cloth.

"I just changed this one."

"Okay, John, you're up first." She pulled the office chair into the dining
room, got John, sat in the chair, and opened her blouse. John fastened on
and sucked. "You're not done yet, Karen." Indeed, Karen took care of Paul
until John was quite satisfied. "Now, leave Paul in his crib, get this one
who needs burped if not changed, and bring me Paul." Karen did. When Paul
was content with his meal, she brought him to Karen, who had managed to get
John to sleep. With her bra closed, she put on one of Bill's torn shirts and
the apron. Karen could answer the cries for the next hour.

When the dinner was as ready as it could be before Bill walked in the door,
she called him.

"Andalusia Pharmaceuticals, Mr. Pierce's office."

"Denise? This is Carolyn Pierce. Let me talk with him please." The
identification was a compromise, as unsatisfying as compromises usually are.
However, she would feel utterly stuffy identifying herself as 'Mrs. Pierce,"
and she didn't want Denise to refer to her, or -- worse -- to call her
'Carolyn.'

"Carolyn," said Bill. "How did the appointment go?"

"Great. Don't shop for take-out tonight."

"You're ready to go out? Are you going to keep the sitter?" As if she would
stay. Karen was dutiful, but she looked like a girl who knew that she'd
bitten off more than she could chew.

"Not quite. Love you." And she hung up before he could respond. Well, she'd
spent enough time being a wife; back to the job of being a mother. When she
looked in the kids' room, they both were asleep. Karen was resting in a
chair.

"Ready to go?"

"Very ready."

"Look, driving you home means taking the kids with me. Can you walk?"

"Easily."

"A half hour extra for your travel time?"

"You're generous." She wasn't generous. Babysitters would be a necessity for
the next eight years, and she wanted the reputation of being a fair
employer.

When Bill came in, she was feeding John. He changed Paul while she finished,
then burped and changed John while she got the dinner through the last
stages.

"This," he said, "is delicious. You shouldn't have done it, of course, but I
can appreciate your putting me back on the list of male Pierces you feed."
She grinned.

"At least you say that it is good instead of crying when you don't get it."
As if on cue, John cried. It couldn't be a hungry cry. She pushed her chair
back from the table, but let Bill deal with that one.  When Paul cried, she
went into their room. He wasn't really complaining about his diaper, but it
was fairly wet. She changed it beside Bill.

"Let's see how long I can keep them awake," he suggested.

"You think they'll sleep tonight?" She was doubtful

"Not all night, but we can use what they do." And he went back to shaking a
rattle for John with one hand and tickling Paul with the other. It wasn't
totally successful, but when she next fed Paul, he went right back to sleep.
So did John.

She had her plans for the night, if the boys gave her time. When Bill came
into the bedroom, she had the lamp on and the overhead light off. She was in
her nightie, but he still slept naked.

"Turn the lamp off, will you?" she said. While he did, she pulled two pieces
of Kleenex from the box. "Keep lying that way." Obediently, he did, and she
lay against him in a spoon with her in back for once. "You know, I asked Dr.
Gabel about sex -- about whether we could, at least, bring each other off.
He explained that he'd given me an episiotomy -- he'd cut me so that the
boys would have a wider pathway to come out. Then he sewed me up." His back
had been stiffening throughout this wandering introduction, but he hadn't
said anything. She went on before he could.

"So, he said, I'm held together by stitches down there. If I were to have an
orgasm, that might pull out those stitches and cause all sorts of trouble.
So, the way I see it, you shouldn't even touch me that way." She ran her
left hand down his arm to his hand. She pulled it up and put the Kleenexes
in it. "Here. Hold these." She took another breath and continued.

"Well, maybe so, but you didn't have any operation." She ran her hand down
his torso until she found his pubic hair. "There shouldn't be any problem
with you." She reached his penis, which got firmer at her touch. She moved
her fingers up and down over it lightly. She worked her right hand down to
where it was on his ass. "Lift your leg." When he did, she could feel his
balls, She held them gently in her right hand. When his leg closed over his
other one, she was still holding his balls.

She threw the covers back with her left hand. If he didn't catch all of it,
and he still had his left hand with the Kleenex up almost to his shoulder,
it would mess up the bottom sheet, but there was no reason to mess up the
top sheet -- let alone the blanket -- as well. When she returned her hand to
his penis, it was now hot and hard. Good! She stroked it along its entire
length, then twiddled her fingers right behind the head.

"Carolyn!" Good! He sounded disturbed. He should be disturbed. He snatched
the Kleenex down to the head just before he pushed his hips forward. His
penis pulsed in her hand -- much easier to feel than it had been in her --
now hors de combat -- vagina. She let go of his balls and brought her right
arm back up. Moving the lower arm was difficult, especially with him in
front of her. She kept his penis in her hand as it slowly relaxed.

"Get it all?" she asked as she dropped the penis.

"I think so." He relaxed in front of her, and she held his chest in a very
gentle hug. "You, my love, are an incredibly sexy..." Bill's sentence was
interrupted by a cry from the other room. Bill got up to deal with John. She
lay there waiting for Paul to join in.


The end
Episiotomy - F
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/05/12


These same events from Bill's perspective:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_15m.htm
Bill's experience

The first adventures of Carolyn with Bill:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_01f.htm
"Get a Room - F"


The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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