by Luke Young
“Okay.” She held back a laugh.
“Maybe you shouldn’t make it so good.” He flashed her a wicked grin.
“Yeah, maybe.”
After their delicious meal, Brian did all the dishes while Jillian headed to the great room and put her legs up as she lounged on the sofa. A few minutes later, he plopped down next to her, grabbed one of her feet and rubbed it sensuously.
She moaned. “That feels good.”
“You still feel okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You still, um…” he continued hesitantly, “… craving that other thing.”
“Uh-huh.”
Rising to her feet, she slipped the tiny thong off then lifted her miniskirt up a little. “I feel like riding you.”
“My ride is always open for you.”
She giggled. “Scoot over.”
He moved to the center of the sofa and she straddled his legs as she sank her body down over him. Her pregnant belly pressed gently into his stomach.
“I’ve missed you.” Her eyes rolled back behind their lids then she moved her lips to his. Quickly the heat rose between them and she felt his growing erection struggling to escape from his shorts.
“Let’s do everything,” he said breathlessly.
“Yeah, but first put it in.” She kissed him then looked deeply into his eyes. “I need you to fill me up.”
“Okay.”
She lifted up and fumbled with the button on his shorts. He finished the job then unzipped his shorts and while wearing a grimace, struggled to fish out his nearly hard cock. She reached down and took hold of it and gasped feeling its firmness.
“I can’t see it over this belly,” she whined.
“That’s okay. I see it all the time.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she continued stroking it. He pulled his lips from hers. “You really aren’t missing anything. It still looks the same.”
Craning her neck to the side, she struggled to get a look. When she finally did, her lips parted and she looked him in the eye. “Are you um, you know, clean?”
“Uh-huh— just showered at the club.”
She carefully climbed off his lap, got on her knees and placed her hands on his thighs. Looking up at him with eyes full of desire she said, “Maybe just for a minute.”
“Take all the time you need.” He watched unblinkingly as she carefully studied his parts. Then taking hold of it with one hand, she covered it with her mouth. He gasped and his head slumped back as he struggled to breathe while he muttered, “Ahhh… Wow.”
She ran her tongue over the tip then took more of him in her mouth purring and stroking him slowly with her hand. After nearly a minute, she pulled up from him. “I don’t want to overdo it.”
“What?” He looked at her then exhaled. “No, you really wouldn’t want to, um…”
She straddled his hips and he held his erection steady then guided it inside her. She sunk down slowly on it and they kissed. Gazing into each other’s eyes, she slowly lifted up and down. Their breathing slowed as their lips connected while she dropped fully down on him and gyrated her hips.
“I want to have an O,” she said as she rose from him and held there a moment before plunging down again.
“Good. Okay.” He held on to the cheeks of her ass, guiding her over him.
She moved faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his erection as he caressed her rear end. Suddenly she got that look on her face and she stopped moving. She mumbled, “Sorry.” After holding still for a moment, she brought her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes.
“I think…” She breathed in then looked him in the eye. “I think I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I think I just ate too much.”
“Well, we don’t have to—”
“No, I want to.” She kissed him softly on the lips. “Slowly, okay?”
He nodded and she began moving over him again. Her eyelids drifted closed then all at once blasted open. Covering her mouth, she took off toward the kitchen then into the powder room and he heard the awful sounds of her throwing up.
When she returned a few minutes later, she found him still sitting on the sofa. She opened her mouth and winced. “Ugggh.”
“You okay?”
“Not really. I’m sorry again.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. “It can’t be easy carrying around two babies.”
“It’s not.” She sighed. “But I don’t think this can last too much longer. When I had Rob, I think in the fifth month I was back to normal.”
“Yeah, but that was just one baby. This is a whole other ball game.”
“Maybe.” She frowned then sat across from him on the sofa, curling her knees up.
He placed a hand on her calf. “I guess we should have done it before dinner.”
“Maybe.” She grabbed his hand. “Next time I have the urge let’s not wait.”
“Good idea.”
10
The results of Peter’s physical exam were faxed to Victoria and she could find no physiological reason for his erectile issue. His testosterone was in the high normal range and all signs were pointing to the trouble being psychological in nature. He came in for another session with Victoria where they agreed on a treatment plan. The plan would involve visits with the sex surrogate where Victoria would observe the progress.
The following Tuesday at eleven was the first surrogate treatment. The patient waited in the hotel-like bedroom while the stunningly gorgeous, yet professionally dressed surrogate, Darla, spoke briefly with Victoria in her office.
Then Victoria moved to the observation room and set up her notepad. There she pulled her cell phone out to check up on her messages. Peter was fully dressed and sat on the bed nervously rubbing his hands together. Darla entered the room and Victoria listened as she introduced herself and explained in a comforting tone how the session would play out. They would only do what he was comfortable with and they could take things at whatever speed he preferred. The plan that day was to utilize touching exercises and experiment with techniques, which would, hopefully, prolong his erection. Whether or not he climaxed was completely up to him.
After getting his consent, Darla stepped to him, took his hand, and led him to the front of the bed. She explained that blood flow to the penis can often be maximized in a standing position and being away from the bed can sometimes take the pressure off performance. Victoria put her phone to the side and turned her attention to the couple.
While gazing into his eyes, Darla stripped out of her blouse and skirt and stood before him in a black lace bra and panties. She unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped if off along with his shoes. Next she undid his belt buckle and opened his pants. He pushed them down and stepped out of them. He wore only white boxer shorts along with black socks.
The couple stood only a few feet from Victoria on the other side of the glass and she turned her attention to her notebook. There she wrote about Peter’s demeanor and how he refused to look directly at Darla. She looked up to find Darla guiding Peter’s hand to her breast and watched how he hesitantly touched her through her bra while keeping his eyes closed.
Victoria returned to her pad and began writing as the sex surrogate placed her hand on Peter’s penis on the outside of his boxers. She stepped closer to him and used both hands on him, gently caressing his bulge through the fabric of his underwear.
Tilting his head back, he breathed heavily and Victoria could hear every sound magnified through the speaker, which sat on the table in front of her. She glanced at the bulge forming in his boxers then returned to her pad.
Victoria’s phone vibrated and she picked it up. It was a text message from Jillian. The moment she returned her attention to her patient she saw it. Peter was now standing before Darla with his boxers pulled down to his ankles and a huge penis protruding from his body. Victoria had never seen anything like it—not even in porn. It had to be more than a foot in l
ength and with a girth she didn’t think was even possible. The weight of it was causing it to bend in the center and it appeared to not be fully hard yet. Leaning forward, she held her breath then caught the look of shock on Darla’s face as well. Darla glanced into the mirror as if to ask, ‘why didn’t you tell me about this?’ before returning her attention to her patient.
Victoria blinked her eyes then returned her attention to Peter’s erection. Darla stroked it with both hands and it appeared to grow even larger. A second text message vibrated on her phone and she glanced at it. Jillian was asking if she could stop by to pick up the catalog that Victoria had mentioned to her. She returned to the action and her eyes bugged out of her head. She was witnessing an unbelievable sight.
Peter’s face sank. “There’s something wrong with it, isn’t there? I knew it. I knew it.”
“What? No, um, it’s…” Darla glanced to the mirror then back to his equipment. “No, everything is fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Victoria’s jaw fell open and she tore her gaze away from Peter’s prize and back to her phone. As inappropriate as it would be to bring another set of eyes into the room to confirm her observations of her patient, she just had an overwhelming desire to do so. She picked up her phone and cringed. After looking back once more to Peter, she typed a reply:
I’m in my office. I need to see you about something else as well. Please hurry it is an emergency!!!!
She placed the phone down and wrote in her pad about Peter’s physical size and how that undoubtedly played at least some role in his inability to sustain an erection. The logistics of his heart and body supporting blood flow to it seemed almost impossible. Yet there he was on the other side of the glass still sporting a huge erection as Darla massaged it with her tiny, delicate hands.
Victoria heard the sound of the outside door opening and she rose from the table. She opened the door to the observation room and peered out. Spotting Jillian walking through the door leading to the waiting room, she motioned for her to join her in the small room.
Jillian said, “I was already in my car when I got your text. What is it? What’s wrong?”
Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she simply shook her head.
“You’re not…” Jillian made a face. “Are you with a patient?”
“Not exactly.” Victoria shrugged.
“What do you mean not exactly?”
“Jillian I need you to come into this room right now,” the beautiful doctor said with authority.
“Why?”
“Just please do it.” Sighing, Victoria moved away from the door and returned to her chair.
Jillian poked her head through the door but could not see the one-way mirror. The sounds of soft moaning could be heard emanating from the speaker. Darla’s soothing voice followed, “You are doing fine, Peter. Let me know if you feel like you’re getting close to climaxing.”
“Uh, okay.”
Jillian glared at her and whispered, “I can’t believe you are inviting me in there. Isn’t this unethical?”
“Technically yes, but I really need you to see this.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jillian raised her palms. “What could you possibly need me to see?”
“Just get in here.”
“No, I will n—”
“Get in here,” Victoria whispered harshly.
“Can they hear us?”
“Noooah.” Narrowing her eyes, Victoria motioned with both hands for her to get her ass in the room.
“Okay,” Jillian grumbled then timidly stepped inside with her hand shielding her eyes. “I’m here. Now what?”
“Look.”
“I don’t understand what you…” Jillian’s words trailed off as she saw it—the enormous entity hanging from the man standing just a few feet behind the glass. “Is that… is that real?”
“Um, yeah, I mean, he’s right there,” Victoria replied in a trance-like state.
“Who is that?”
“That’s my client who has trouble maintaining his erections.”
“He doesn’t look like he’s having trouble now?”
“Well, Darla is really good.”
“She must be.”
Victoria and Jillian gazed unblinkingly directly at it as the sex surrogate continued her massage therapy techniques.
“Where, um, exactly would you put something… like that?” Jillian asked, in a soft, slow voice.
“I supposed with a lot of lube you could fit it, you know, inside.”
They shared a brief what-the-fuck look then returned to the glass, mesmerized.
“I’m literally frightened, yet I can’t look away,” Jillian said.
Peter’s erection softened a bit and it flopped over where Darla’s hand was clutching it at the midpoint. She appeared to be struggling just to hold up the sheer weight of it.
“He has some erectile issues,” Victoria said.
“How could he not?” Jillian widened her eyes. “You could divide that up between four guys and you’d still have some left over.”
“Yeah, I just had to show someone else.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to erase this from my mind.” Jillian cringed, still transfixed. “Why the hell did you show me this?”
“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I had to discuss it with someone. It’s like the eighth wonder of the world, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh. Why didn’t you just talk to Darby about it?”
“It’s Darla.”
“Darla. Why didn’t you talk to her about it?”
“That might be considered unprofessional.”
Jillian scoffed. “I’m not on the medical board or anything, but I’m pretty sure this is unprofessional too.”
“Probably, but as long as no one finds out I should be okay.”
“How does his body support that thing? I mean, doesn’t it take a lot of blood to fill that up.”
“It must.”
Darla was breathing heavily on the other side of the glass as she worked her magic on Peter and brought him back to a full hardness. When she got him there, she wiped the sweat from her brow.
“Wow, it’s actually bigger now than when I first came in here, right?” Jillian asked. “Or am I seeing things?
“No, it’s definitely bigger.”
“I really miss Brian right now.”
“Yeah, I wonder what Jim’s doing.”
11
Less than one hundred feet away, Jim was in the house and had just put Kaylie down for a nap. Carrying the baby monitor with him, he headed out to Victoria’s office. He opened the door leading from the waiting room to the hallway and stepped inside. To the right he spotted the open door and as he reached it he heard the voice of a woman he didn’t recognize.
Realizing Victoria was in the observation room watching a private client session, he stopped in his tracks. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had a session today.”
He heard muffled voices and cursing then heard rustling as Victoria sprung up out of her chair and rushed to the door. “Yes, uh, you know no one is allowed in here during the um—”
“Sorry.” Jim stepped back then something caught his eye between the gaps in the door hinges. He spotted a person standing behind the door. “Is that… Jillian?”
“What? No.” Victoria replied shaking her head.
“That is Jillian.” He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “If no one is allowed in here what’s she…” His words trailed off when he saw what was behind the glass. “Holy shit.”
Victoria began, “We’re just um…”
“What the hell is that?” Jim asked.
“It’s my new client.”
“No, I mean. That can’t be real.” He glanced at Victoria then returned gape-mouthed to the woman giving the largest penis in the world a sensual rub. “That’s a prosthetic or something, right?”
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sp; “We think it’s real.”
“What’s it like fourteen inches?”
“I’d say it’s in that ballpark.” Victoria shrugged.
“That’s some ballpark. What’s he feed that thing?”
“We don’t know.” Victoria tore her gaze away from the monster and looked to her husband. “What did you come in here for? Did you need me?”
“Um, I, uh, forgot.” Jim’s mouth fell open as he rubbed his head. “Oh, yeah, I didn’t realize you had a session. I was going to make some lunch.”
“I’m not hungry,” Victoria said.
“I don’t think I’m hungry now either.” Jim stepped back toward the door. “I think I need a beer or maybe a Xanax.”
Suddenly, the patient moaned loudly. Jim stepped back in the room just in time to see the huge climax that erupted out of the monster cock. Blasting like a geyser, it kept going and going and it was almost as impressive as the massive unit that produced it. The three voyeurs watched with their eyes wide and their jaws slacked.
“Holy mother of God!” Jillian shook her head.
“I don’t know about you, but I would have been disappointed with anything less,” Victoria said.
“I think I’m going to go find Brian.” Keeping her gaze on the aftermath, Jillian stepped backward and bumped into Jim. “Sorry. I’ll see you guys later for dinner, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Victoria replied.
“Bye.” Jillian turned and stepped out of the room. She lost her balance and steadied herself by placing a hand on the wall.
“Jim, I just need to wrap things up in here and meet with Darla for a second. Meet me in bed in ten minutes.”
“Okay,” he replied, still shell shocked, as he backed out of the room.
Jillian drove like a bat out of hell toward the tennis club, exceeding the speed limit the entire way and running a few stop signs as well. She burst through the door and beelined it for the front desk pointing to the office door as she said to the clerk, “Todd, is he in there?”
“What?” Todd replied.
“Brian.” She moved behind the desk and headed for the door.
“Oh, yeah. Hi, Jillian. How are you feeling?”
