All The Way (Part 3) - Sex Stories

All The Way (Part 3)

... until the day of my surgery was at hand. Kathy drove to the hospital with me next to her in a night gown and robe and I was admitted with no hassle at all. I had already signed, initialed, and checked the little boxes of about a thousand forms, all of them after Kathy had read them and given me the go ahead. I was too nervous to concentrate on any of them. The orderly came to get me at around seven in the morning and wheeled me down to surgery where I was put under anesthetic. When I awoke the doctor came in to tell me that everything had gone perfectly well but I was heavily bandaged and packed, which I didn't completely understand. An hour later I was wheeled back to my room, no longer groggy but feeling absolutely no pain because of the medications. Kathy came into my room after the orderly had cleared out. “How's my little girl feeling?” “I'm feeling very sleepy,” I grinned and fell asleep. When I awoke, the room was very bright from the sunlight streaming in. Kathy was beside, in different clothes so I assumed she'd gone home and changed. Then I saw him, one of her lovers, standing behind her. I figured he was one of her lovers because his hand was resting on one of her breasts. Not only that but I believe he had a hard on from the way he moved behind her, standing not all that close to her chair as though something was in the way. “Are you finally awake?” “Yea, I think so,” I replied. “Oh, this is Jim, if you don't remember him. He's been to a few of our parties and ...

... last night we had a little party of our own.” “I feel left out,” I laughed. “Oh don't worry, baby, as soon as you're able Jim says he'll be glad to show you a good time and flood your pussy with his hot sperm.” “Is that right?” I asked, looking at Jim. “You bet your ass, sweetness,” he laughed. “Then I'm all in,” I laughed. “When you're ready, sweetheart. It'll be a while before you can go home because the doctors have to make sure everything is healing properly. But don't worry your pretty little head, baby, I'm sure everything is going to be just perfect.” Nurses and doctors continually changed my bandages and packing - whatever the hell packing is - but they wouldn't let me see what they were doing, putting my feet up in stirrups with a sheet over my knees during the entire process. Two weeks passed and I started getting worried that something might actually be going wrong. I mean, I could feel anything, but then there wasn't much to feel to begin with. “Is everything going okay?” I asked the doctor one afternoon while they were busy working between my legs. “Yes, everything is just perfect,” he replied, “and I think you should be out of here in a day or two.” That made me feel a whole lot better and I slept more peacefully that night, especially with the aid of all the pills they were giving me. The next day a nurse came in and said, “Today we'll show you how to change your packing and give you some instruction or how to care for yourself. Once you show us you can do it ...