Kong quest

"Ah now," teased Vixen, stepping back from the large hand of the large man with the large manhood, "you are understandably feeling very horny, but you obviously require another ... extraction."

So saying, she immediately busied herself with getting another Kong condom out of the night table. She shook her head in wonder as she began to roll it onto him. "This is the world's biggest condom, and usually sold as a novelty," she sighed. "I really have to wonder if they've ever tried this thing on horses or bulls, or even elephants or whales. I'll really have to check. I mean, forget the lion -- THIS may be the king of beasts right here!" At last she had it all the way down him. "It's a novelty, but on you it's so snug," she could not help but giggle. "Do you think you're close to ... ejaculating?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to need more intense stimulation," Tim lied easily, He had no doubt he could rouse himself to eruption in no time, but he was very interested in how hard Dr. Sinclair was willing to work for it.

"Ah well!" Vixen sighed, instantly whipping off her blouse and then her bra. Then she enveloped his upper shaft deeply in her abundant soft cleavage. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea, Mr. Buhhh, Mr. Beckett ... it's just that you're a very, very special case and you need very, very special attention ... !"

Tim had to agree that the attention was indeed very, very special, for her lips were soft and her mouth was wide and wet and her tongue swirled over his Kong-sheathed glans in amazing ways. Seeing the great Dr. Sinclair herself so topless and so dedicated to servicing him in so exciting a manner swiftly inspired him towards a new climax. Her head actually snapped back as she gasped in awe at the new surge of semen slapping out against the Kong sheath.

"Mr. Bucket, you're a walking sperm factory!" Dr. Sinclair marveled. "We'll have to do studies of the Plantagenet **** on other men, to figure out just how unusual you are ... but if there are other men like you, we'll be swimming in money from OBGYN, and so many poor women out there will be able to get knocked up!"

Tim felt entertained as she carefully unraveled and tied up the now weighty Kong condom. She didn't even bother to struggle back into her bra, simply throwing her blouse back on as she rushed to the door to hand the tied-up condom to some passing nurse for delivery to the research lab.

"You certainly are something, Mr. Bucket," she mused as she returned to him. "You know ... if other men don't take to the **** as well as you do, we may have to, ah, prevail upon you to personally supply the demand for semen. Do you think you would feel all right about that?"

"Would I feel all right?" Tim replied, coolly supporessing a laugh. "About getting jacked off all day and all night, for days or weeks or even months? Hmmm ... let me think about that."

But his thoughts were already plainly apparent as his two-foot tyrannosaurian tool sprang right back to erect action. Dr. Vixen Sinclair actually wobbled a little on her faint and technically fainted for one split second, though bumping against a wall seemed to jolt her right back to consciousness.