extraction

"Aha, yes, Sascha is just trying oral stimulation," Sophie reasoned.

It did seem to Tim, however, that Sascha had flipped out a little and was going oral-nympho on him, smooching and slurping sloppily all oer his knob. As much as he appreciated it, though, he had to eventually confess "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's still not getting me off."

Breathing hard, Sascha got off. "Clearly Mr. Buckett requires the ultimate stimulation." So saying he quickly yanked all her clother off, then got back atop him, rubbing her glistening blonde pussy against the base of his shaft. "I think I need to get this inside me!" she murmured, though somehow it sounded more like an emotional confession than a tactical decision.

"Ah, Sascha, I don't know, he's so big -- I mean, he's so thick, just eyeballing it I'm not sure you two will fit," Sophie worried.

"I've got to try!" Sascha growled lightly, and with that she shoisted herself and then, with eyes shut and lower lip bitten, she steadily crammed herself down over Tim's ****-engorged shaft.

Tim felt good, but also strange. Somehow the thrill of actual sexual contact was stirring something all throughout his body. He heard vague snapping and cracking sounds, but whereas he would ordinarily worry about bones getting broken, he sensed somehow that his body was spontaneously bulking up and stregnthening.

"Sascha, I don't know -- I swear it's getting thicker even as I'm looking at it!" an amazed Sophie called out.

And none too soon, for suddenly there came the RRRIP! and then the PAFF! of the blood pressure monitor sleeve first rupturing and then flying right off the thickening root of his manful appendage.

"Oh my God, it looks like a tree stump down here!" gasped Sophie.

"Tree stump!?" grunted Sascha, still shoving herself down with seppuku urgency. "It feels like the who fucking tree! I can fee l this fucker up to my throat!"

Tim rather dubted his cock was honestly that far up inside Sascha -- and yet, he found the very idea of that so brutally satisfying that he grabbed hold of her taut ass and helped her to get a good steady up-down gallop. She only had to lean forward slightly so that her huge full round breasts could dangle directly against his face so that he could kiss and lick and suck with abandon, while he concentrated on plowing himself into Sascha.

He was vaguely aware of the equipment in the room seeming to go crazy with a new flurry of lights and noises. "Sascha, be careful!" warned Sophie. "These remote monitors say you may be in for a world record in female orgasmic intensity!"

If such a world record involved suddenly yowling like one supremely happy female werewolf, then Sascha hit it. Then she hit it again, and again, in a succession almost as rapid as her wild cock-galloping. Tim was able to peek past Sascha's behemoth breasts to see Sophie look on helplessly, then open her own clothing up to cup and fondle one of her one round full breasts while furiously diddling her vulva with the free hand.

Tim noticed a look on Sascha's face, the look of a woman totally entranced and spellbound by some unimaginable ecstasy, and somehow that look finally inspired him to cut loose. Just after she hit her final climax and then slumped for loss of consciousness, he pushed her to one side. Sophie helped get Sascha off him just in time for both he and her to watch as he pumped his seed into the Kong condom. Sophie gasped in disbelief at the sheer volume of his ejaculate, but she was also clearly struck by the sheer height of his naked erection. Quickly she got hold of a tape measure and measured the height.

"Oh fuck, this is so unreal -- you're a TWOFOOTER!" she marveled.

At last he got soft, though he lost none of his length or girth, and Sophie carefully unraveled the Kong condom and then tied it up, like some geat water balloon, albeit one bulging with something more like marshamllow sauce. Tim could easily guess that his ejaculate volume was also blowing Sophie's mind.

Just then there came a trilling from a cell phone that woke Sascha up, and she furiously tried to get dressed and straighten herself up.

"That's my warning system! She's on her way here! We have to straighten ourselves up right now!"