Substitute Sex Surrogate 

   I poured Lisa another cup of fresh coffee.  "How
was the Ox?" I asked referring to my husband's brother
Billy.

   "Very exhausting but addictive," she said.

   We both laughed.  I really enjoyed these talks with
Lisa.  It was seven in the morning and the house was
serene with the birds chirping their happy songs. 
Both my mother-in-law and my husband left for work and
Billy wouldn't wake up for another six hours.

   I was curious about Billy's sexual prowess.  He
could go on without skipping a beat for more than six
hours.  "How many times did you come?" I asked Lisa.

   "At least seven times."

   I was jealous.  Barry, my sweet husband, would at
most make me come once. They were times that I
couldn't get an orgasm at all.

   "Did you know that Billy hates shaved pussies?"
Lisa said.  "He gets extremely turned on with a really
hairy bush.  My theory is that since he has such an
overdeveloped sex drive, his desires must be very much
in tune with the primordial urge of man.  So what men
really want is a hairy bush. What do you say?"

   "Yeah, that makes sense," I said.

   "Ever since Billy has been my patient, I let my
bush grow wild.  I did it to please him and he loves
it.  I can't believe that so much hair can grow there.
 Do you want to see it?"

   Before I even reacted, Lisa pulled down her sweat
pants.  It was true, her bush was immense and her
panties hardly could cover it.

   Lisa said, "My boyfriend prefers a bald pussy but
he understands and is being a good boy.  However some
of my other patients are having a problem with it. 
For some, everything has to be in control and a bush
that grows all over the place disturbs them."

   As I took a shower later that morning, I pondered
about Billy and how someone could keep fucking for six
hours on end.  What's wrong with me.  I shouldn't be
thinking about these things.  What bothered me most is
that I loved the male organ.  It was only three weeks
ago that I gave a handjob to that very good looking 19
years old kid.  But the guilt of what I did was
killing me.

   As part of my nurse training, I had to administer a
sponge bath.  My patient was a young handsome kid with
a well developed body.  His arms were broken in an
accident.  What I did was against the rules, but he
requested me so sweetly to help him out.  It was my
fault, too.  The way I treated his genital area
bordered on torturous.  How I caressed the underneath
of his testicles with the soapy sponge.  And that
marvelous hard as steel rod that I gently sroked up
and down.  There was no way he could resist.  I wanted
to make him come.  What a shudder he gave when he
erupted.  Globs and globs of cum were all over the
place.



   Another Wednesday morning rolled by and I'm having
coffee with Lisa again.

   "You know that to get him started, you have to lie
naked on the bed legs wide apart.  It's like an
offering you are making.  It is very sensual," Lisa
said.

   "It's so primitive," I commented.

   "It's like when he gets a whiff of your sex and
sees those pink lips glistening within those curly
hairs, the fun starts," Lisa said.

   I got so horny thinking about Billy all day.  When
I returned home from evening classes, I took a shower
and came out wearing only my red satin thong and my
high heels.  With my shoulder length light brown hair
and with my perky ample breasts, I knew Barry would
not be able to resist.  I got down on my knees, pulled
out his hardened pecker and nibbled on the head with
my tongue and lips.  How I wished I was sucking on
that 19 years old's pecker instead.  Why didn't I give
that kid a blowjob instead of just using my hands. 
Barry removed the rest of his clothes, pulled down my
thong and penetrated as best as he could We made love
but it was unsatisfying.  I wanted someone who could
keep on going and not just fell asleep after he
ejaculated.  The only words said by Barry were "Why
haven't you shaved.  You know that I like you totally
bald down there."

   That evening my mother-in-law was very depressed. 
Her insurance company sent a short note stating that
the sex surrogate coverage for Billy would be
terminated in three months.  With so much
psychological evaluations and tests, the insurance
company had reluctantly agreed to give coverage four
years ago when Billy turned eighteen.  With a cost of
$630 for each weekly session, Billy needed to relieve
his excessive sex drive otherwise he would be out of
control, violent and dangerous.  Without therapy, the
only option was to have him institutionalized where he
would be drugged and sedated and end up as a human
time bomb.  Now Billy had a chance.  With his sex
drive kept under control, his mental development could
be worked on and slowly be improved.

   Initially Barry and his mother tried to convince
the insurance company to change their decision.  But
all efforts were futile.  The insurance company wanted
to just cover with strong mind altering drugs for
Billy's treatment.  Everyone knew that this would be
disastrous.  The drugs would not stop Billy from going
into a rampage and hurt someone.  Then it would become
a county issue and they will put Billy into a
psychiatric ward where he would be sedated and drugged
again.

   Barry suggested that they must be alternatives to
find someone to give Billy the much needed sexual
release My mother-in-law wanted to know if he was
suggesting to hire prostitutes.  The only problem is
that between Barry and his mother, they could only
afford a couple hundred dollars a week and with that
you couldn't really hire a safe prostitute.  There was
no way anyone could administer a condom on Billy and
no prostitute was going to come again after 6-7 hours
of continuous sex.

   My husband and my mother-in-law were constantly
arguing and at one point with something that my
mother-in-law said, Barry had stopped talking to his
mother.

   Lisa was sympathetic to the situation.  She
suggested that she would work directly without the
insurance coverage at a lower price.  But even that
was not affordable.

   "I'm going to miss that wonderful and primitive
fucking," she said after her second last session.

   "I'm going to miss our Wednesday morning
conversation over breakfast," I said.

   My mother-in-law joined us a few moments later. 
She didn't go to work today as she was too stressed
from this problem.

   "I don't know what I am going to do," Barry's mom
said.  She started to look much older.

   "Everything's going to be alright," I said.  I knew
my words sounded hollow.

   Then my mother-in-law gave me a very strange look. 
"You know that I suggested to Barry to have you
perform the sex therapy to Billy and that Lisa here
could explain what needed to be done.  Barry became so
upset he stopped talking to me," she said.

   I didn't want to give any clue of what I was
feeling so I looked down at my slippers.  Without
control, I began to feel wet that such a thing was
even suggested.

   "You know that I will do anything to help.  But it
would be unfair to Barry and I don't think I can
handle it."

   "Actually the way I see it, there isn't really a
choice anymore," my mother-in-law said.

   I wasn't going to make it easy.  "I will consider
to think about it, but it is unfair to put the whole
thing on me," I said.

   Coming home from my classes, I immediately
confronted my husband.  "Why didn't you tell me that
your mother suggested that I should be Billy's fuck
toy," I said.

   As I hoped my husband became defensive.  "You don't
know how upset that suggestion made me.  I refused to
talk to my mother after that."

   "Does your mother think I am a slut?" I said.  If
only my husband knew how shamelessly I rubbed my hands
over that teenage boy's cock.

   "It's just that we don't know what to do," my
husband said.

   "Would you be able to accept the fact that your
younger brother is fucking your wife?" I was glad that
I was wearing my black boot-cut pants so that the wet
spot forming between my legs was not showing.

   "With Billy, sex is nothing more than a physical
act.  He lacks the cognitive understanding that what
he has naked and willing under him is his brother's
beautiful and stunning wife," Barry said.

   It has been a while since I gave that certain sly
smile to my husband.  "Are you talking dirty to me?"

   Barry believe that it was he that got me so excited
and he is partially correct.  However my juices were
flowing more in anticipation of getting Billy to fuck
me.  Barry literally ripped off my clothes.  He buried
his face and tongue into my pussy and I had my long
legs wrapped around his neck.  It has been a long time
since Barry went down on me.  His tongue flickered
everywhere and I came after a long time.  Barry didn't
mind either that my mound was now covered with a
healthy growth of hair.

   There was no official announcement that I was going
to be the replacement sex surrogate.  Everyone knew
that I would do it.  Everyone was afraid if they
brought up the topic that I may change my mind.  So I
told them that I will no longer do anymore housework
and that they need to satisfy whatever needs I may
have.  Barry and his mom did not raise a single
objection.

   After Lisa's last session, I decided to start
Billy's therapy the next day.  The ideal treatment was
to give Billy access to a warm body as much as
possible.  When Billy knew he could get back on the
saddle whenever he wanted, his face was all smiles.

   I undressed quickly in Billy's room hoping that he
would appreciate my full grown bush.  As Lisa
suggested, I laid on his bed, legs wide apart and my
glistening pussy thrusted up.  He muddled around for
awhile not noticing me.  If somebody walked in now,
what a sight I would be.  Without effort, he was all
naked.  Billy had a very nice physique and his
comparatively larger and thicker penis than Barry's
was a delight to see.  With the grace of a cougar,
Billy was on top of me his fingers intertwined in
mine.  His thick member parted my labia clearing the
path to my sexuality.  Having another man's cock
inside me, scrubbing my insides was exhilirating.  His
movements had an unusual rhythm.  It coincided with
the sexual rhythm of my body, causing unbelievable
sensations unfelt before.  I knew then that it would
be difficult to enjoy sex with my husband again.

   When I reached my first climax of the session.  I
shuddered and he paused for me to catch my breath.  He
got off me and deftly positioned me on my side.  I
turned my head to catch a glimpse of his strong and
proud member.  Billy lifted my leg and again I felt
his strong presence in me. Barry never fucked me in
this position and I felt a tingling with every stroke
from Billy.  My husband's younger brother kept going
on and on.  I wanted that tingling to keep coming.  I
felt my insides all melting just wanting that
sensation to continue.

   I moaned audibly.  I couldn't stop it.  Just as I
heard Lisa's on occasion, I was sure my husband and
his mother were listening to my moans.  I sounded like
a cheap slut and I liked it.  When Billy exploded and
I felt the gush of cum inside me, I came as well.  I
couldn't recall how loud I was.

   Billy and I continued for a few more hours.  When
it ended, I was so tired that I just slipped on my
panties gathered the rest of my clothes and quietly
slipped by to my room.  My panties was soaked with
Billy's warm semen and I plopped straight into my bed.

   "Aren't you going to bathe?" Barry asked.

   "I'm too exhausted," I said.  My eyes could barely
stay open.

   I felt Barry's fingers on the elastic of my
panties.  He was tugging my cum-filled panties down my
thighs.

   "What are you doing?" I asked while letting out a
big yawn.

   "Since you enjoyed Billy so much, I don't think I
am able to get you excited anymore.  So I better start
getting used to sloppy seconds." Barry said while his
head was nudged between my thighs.

   I drifted off to sleep as my husband lapped up my
whole cum-filled pussy.