Tasty slapped a gas mask to his face and turned on the sevoflurane. McGlade took a breath and then flopped over. Tasty secured his forehead, chest, and legs to the table, using straps.
Yummi put me on a table as well, and had me lie down.
“You don’t mind if I take this off, do you? In Eden, we all prefer going around naked.”
“If you insist.”
Yummi peeled off her latex outfit, looking as amazing as I’d expected her to look without clothes. She removed something from a drawer. I winced when I saw what it was. Living skin. I steeled myself, not willing to scream in front of two beautiful, naked women. But Yummi spared me any such indignity, giving my knuckles a spray of topical anesthetic before applying the skin.
“Take this,” she said, handing me a pill I didn’t recognize.
“What is it?”
“Anticoagulant. It will help with the reattachment. May I have your ear?”
I swallowed the pill and handed her my ear. She had me put my head down, applying more anesthetic. Then she picked up an eyedropper and a different type of living skin—one that was gel-based.
“You can’t move,” she said. “If I don’t get this right, your haircut will look crooked.”
“Well, we don’t want that.”
She put a strap over my forehead, and two more across my chest and legs, securing me to the examination table. I stayed perfectly still while she adjusted my ear. As the bacteria did their work, I felt my ear get hot. The warmth spread to my head, and down my neck, my chest, my stomach, eventually reaching my…
“That wasn’t an anticoagulant, was it?” I asked.
“Hypererection pill.” Yummi glanced at my groin. “Seems to be working, I see.”
She lazily trailed her fingers over my belly and then seized me through my pants.
“I’m married,” I told her as she worked her hand up and down.
“Does your prenup have a fidelity clause?”
“No. But I still prefer to remain faithful.”
Yummi licked her lower lip. “Sex is a normal, healthy biological need.”
“You sound like my wife.”
She freed me through my fly and began to stroke me harder. “It’s selfish not to share something this beautiful with others.”
I cleared my throat, then said, “I’m a selfish guy.”
Yummi took a two-handed grip, provoking a sublime sensation that gave me chills. “Your wife is lucky to have such a devoted husband. What does she do?”
“She’s…an SLP.”
“Then as long as I don’t kiss you, she won’t mind.”
“That’s…that’s not the point.” I swallowed and closed my eyes. “I mind.”
“So you’d like me to stop?”
Just say it. “Yes.”
“What about if I did this?” Yummi hopped onto the table and straddled me. Staring deep into my eyes, she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Then she worked her pelvic muscles in a way that could only be described as astonishing.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Still want me to stop?” Yummi said.
“Uhhnnnn…yes.”
“I’ve never had a man reject me before,” Yummi said. “That makes me horny.”
I doubted there were many things that didn’t make Yummi horny, but I didn’t say anything. No point in being mean to the woman who saved my ear.
She increased her tempo and began to moan. I concentrated on not moving my hips, not matching her thrusts. I reached up to try to unstrap my head, but it was no good—the straps were locked down. Yummi grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, grunting as she did. Then she did more than grunt. She began to moan and, ultimately, scream.
I glanced sideways at McGlade. Tasty had straightened out his arm and was injecting nanotubes into his bones. She saw me watching and winked at me.
“I’m almost done here. I’ll be right over, handsome.”
Just what I needed.
I thought about Vicki, wondering if she’d made it to Sata’s. I wanted to call both of them, but I didn’t think anyone would be able to hear me over Yummi’s cries.
After her eighth or ninth orgasm, she eased herself off me. I thought she’d finally had enough. Or perhaps decided to respect my wishes.
I was wrong on both counts. She simply wanted to change positions, and began to ride me backward.
For my own part, I was holding out pretty well. While I didn’t have the size or the endurance to make the Olympic hyperfucking team, I had pretty good staying power. So I was able to control myself, even when confronted with Yummi’s overdeveloped Kegels.
Then Tasty walked over. She ran a finger across my lips and asked, “Is this seat taken?”