triumph and difficulty

"Or your forearm at any rate," Sophie murmured, opting to be a voice of reason. "Mission accomplished ... ! This definitely proved that the medication can push DEEP beyond its natural parameters." DEEP was LUVVIT-speak for Delayed Enhanced Enigmatic Puberty, otherwise called second puberty. "Let's get busy!"

Sascha carefully sponged off much of the copious pre-cum, then got out a tape measure and calipers. "Oh my!" she sighed.

"Still one of the biggest erections you've ever seen?" wondered Sophie.

"I think it just became THE biggest ... !" Sascha marveled. "Of course, I've never met other prize guests, like Mr. White or Mr. Cummings, not to mention Mr. Krown. But look at how thick it is, I can't even wrap both my hands around it!"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll help you." There seemed to be a purr in Sophie's offer.

They fitted pressure sleeve around the base, then got hold of a Strong condom (literally a Strong one, the manufacturing company having been founded by a Dr. Strong), a specialty condom called a Kong, as in King Kong, and rolled it down over him. Then Sascha sponged much of the pre-cum back on, preferring natural lubrication. With hard (so to speak) work ahead of them, the "scientits" got down to just their tube tops and facing each other worked their four hands up and down along his shaft. Tim was entertained to see that they allowed their out-thrust bosoms to touch, clasping him in a kind of cloverleaf cleavage and allowing their tops to become messy with his pre-cum. Their braless nipples were clearly engorged to the size of buckeyes.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Buckett?" Sascha worried. "You ejaculated so fast the last time. Not that I'm complaining ... "

"I'm not sure what it is," Tim admitted. "What you girls are doing is fantastic, but somehow, this time, I don't know ... it still isn't enough."

"Oh my," sighed Sophie. "Of course. Larger sex organs require more powerful stimulation."

"Then ... prepare to be stimulated, Mr. Buckett!" So saying, Sascha pulled her top right off, liberating her awesome whoppermelons to the open air. Then she took his shaft deep into her warm soft silky cleavage. "Okay, Sophie, let's get Mr. Buckett's rocks off!"

"His name is Mr. Beckett," Sophie corrected, but Sascha seemed not to hear at all.

Tim was stimulated, not only by the combination of Sophie's handjob and Sascha's titfuck, but by the soft quick gasps and grunts emanating from the two beauties as they continued to work, a kind of spaced-out hypnotized look in their eyes as they gazed steadily at his tangerine-sized glans bobbinmg up and down through Sascha's magnificent cleavage.

"Oh, goodness!" Sascha laughed. "Mr. Buckett, you ... keep slapping me in the cheek, or in the chin. But don't worry -- I don't mind."

Tim watched as Sascha kept licking her soft full lips more and more as his glans kept bobbing up to within a mere fraction of an inch of them. Then suddenly she groaned "Oh, oh, Mr. Buckett!" and without warning suddenly impaled her swirling warm wet mouth directly over his glans, desperately inhaling him as far into her as she could jam him.