Off to WISPR

"Oh FUCK ... it's just so BIG!" Gloria murmured as her warm squishy vulva ground against my glans. She slowly and industriously pushed her self down, down, down, inch by inch, her face reddening as she alternately bit her lips and clenched her teeth, crying tiny non-emotional tears of hurt. "Oh GOD ... I've never been so FULL of COCK!" Yet she went further than others had, for she actually got all of me into her, the smooth skin of our crotches finally touching.

"So what is your scientific opinion?" I wondered.

"My opinion …” She opened her eyes, and gave me an interesting sparkly-eyed look with a serene clever smile. "My opinion ... is that you shouldn't treat me any differently than any other woman who has ever walked into this hospital room!" Somehow I found that an amazingly sexy thing for her to say, as it was a blunt and wide-open confession that there was some sort of inevitable and unstoppable penile-vaginal magnetism at play here, and she was happily and consciously surrendering herself to that raw primal magnetism like just one more log surrendering itself to a huge raging fireplace. "Fuck me ... oh, FUCK me!"

I'd had fun with nurses riding on top of me, but I took Gloria's command as license to nail her beneath me, or even to hoist her over to a table and thump her ass hard against a wall. She dug her hands into me as she moaned "I can't believe how many orgasms I'm having -- oh fuck me, keep FUCKING me!" Less than half an hour later, though, she was pleading with me for mercy. Women, changing their minds.

At last she slid off me and watched as I ejaculated. "Oh wow ... have we ever GOT to get you to WISPR!" she sighed.

She cleaned up (though still having a very telltale rumpled and askew look), gave me a sweet kiss, and left. I fell asleep, pleased with how things were progressing.

I awoke in twilight, aware of a strange slight rocking. Then I realized that I was comfortably strapped down.

"Hey! Where am I?"

"I've cleared your release from the hospital with Dr. Shatzenberg and I'm driving you to WISPR," said Gloria, and in the twilight I began to make out the backs of two high car seats. "This is a WISPR van. We should be arriving there in just a few more minutes, just after dawn."

I had to admit, in that moment I was curious to see what a Women's Institute for the Study of Penile Redundancy might be like.