The Greatest Lie Part 13

The sections harvested from our colons in our neo-vaginas still exuded small amounts of a now thin and clear mucous that lubricated our neo-vaginas with a sweet nectar from within.

Unfortunately, the junctions of the two dissimilar grafted tissues between our legs had thickened and contracted into solid rings of scar tissue that made our inner vaginas inaccessible to all but the smallest penises, and even those brought agonizing pains as they passed through. The sensation was so excruciating we both feared the moment when a lover's cockhead would pass through the dreaded ring.

Dr. Sanguan understood the structure of the neo-vaginas he had created inside us best, so only he should attempt to break the ring, preferably around the same time he completed our SRS's with the labiaplasties we still needed.

Thus, I had plotted and schemed to finance our return to his clinic in Phuket these past few months. First, I arranged an academic grant and semester abroad to study the 'katoey' sex workers of Thailand, and second, I wrote and agreed to star in a pair of porno blockbusters we about to appear in. , I hoped thereby to be able to finance the completion of our SRS's and our transformations into sexually functional women.

From her sighs of pleasure it was evident that Tran enjoyed my attentions and body as much as I did hers. The pressure of her tongue and breath on my inner walls, and especially on my engorging clitoris filled me with a warm buzz of sensual pleasure. We undulated against one another, drinking deeply from one another's chalices.

How different was this girl's gentle and careful love from the mastery of a powerful and willful man, bucking and charging at my soft flesh, overpowering me into the release of my orgasm. Tran teased and coaxed my passion to life. She was trying to free it like a canary from a cage. My senses fluttered like the wings of that caged bird, yearning for flight in a cloudless blue sky. If only the cage could be unlocked: but where was the key?