Blastoff

"Sure thing, Doc!"

Gloria got a large clear bag out of her purse. She was prepared, all right -- it seemed to be some huge loose-fitting condom, which she fitted over my cock. Then she added elastic bands that kept it comfortably in place. The she put on latex gloves and got out a bottle of some sort of lotion.

"I think it would help if I masturbate you," she explained.

"Oh, I think so too." It took some control not to shout that with a grin.

She was slow, steady determined -- good.

"You know ... early on, I did some work at a zoo, and masturbated elephants." She shook her head. "Your size is remarkable. Not only does it set a new human standard, but it rivals penises throughout the animal kingdom! I could just imagine cows and fillies sizing you up, comparing you favourably to bulls or stallions!"

The idea of cows or fillies wanting me wasn't so hot, but the sheer abstract concept of possessing something that competed on a mindless brute level with great animals strangely thrilled me. In that moment I WAS a bull, I WAS a stallion -- and it felt good.

She gingerly fingered and hefted my balls with her free hand. "Your testicles ... they're the size of grapefruits! Really big juicy grapefruits, too." She shook her head as she stared intently at my prong as she stroked it quicker and harder. "There's one thing I don't understand, concerning your ... popularity. A big erection is supposed to be a boost to a woman's ego, she thinks 'Look at the effect I have!' But you are already erect, you're always erect ... there must be some sort of other benefit to the ego ... "

It was weird, but this hot woman babbling so seriously about my cock was a whole other kind of turn-on. I felt proud to be the subject of such dedicated, disciplined, scholarly attention, to be a true medical phenomenon -- and I ejaculated before i knew it.