Mrs. Young and Mrs. Yang

As Vixen slid Tim's cock directly into her cleavage and gazed cross-eyed at it, she whispered "This is everything I got into medical science for!" This was her Grail come true, her Ultimate Man. She lavished some kissing and fondling and cleavage upon it, but then came that moment of truth when she had to will herself to plunge her warm juicy pussy down, down down over the awesome monster. Time blurred for her as she felt a deep but sweet ache and she was only distantly aware of her own screams of climax. Her inner body seemed to shift and strain to try to accommodate even part of that of that emperor phallus.

A couple of hours later, Vixen sat in her office, sighing languidly as she kept applying packs of ice to her vulva and inner thighs. She might have to walk a bit bowlegged for a while, but it was worth it.

She was startled as her office door swung in. Luckily, she was neatly dressed once more, and she swiftly dumped the ice packs into a desk drawer. "Yes!?" she wondered.

"Dr. Sinclair, I'm Mrs. Young and this is Mrs. Yang. We're here from OBGYN."

Vixen could not help but stare a little at these women. Not only were they of dazzling beauty, wearing the very conservatively cut dresses and large crucifixes one came to expect from OBGYN, but their bosoms were of staggering dimensions. Vixen could not even begin to get a handle on how much material was required to provide cover for them, or where they could even find decent bras.

"We've been very excited by your reports from Dr. Mahalingam," Mrs. Young pursued. She looked like a classic Miss America and spoke with a Western cowgirl accent.

"Dr. Mahalingam?" But that only made sense, her good friend and colleague Messalina "Lina" Mahalingam was surely passing along reports to OBGYN so that LUVVIT could continue to justify its funding.

"Yes, and we are most interested in meeting this Mr. Beckett," said the charming Asian beauty Mrs. Yang.

"Mr. Beckett is an ultimate Good Samaritan and we of OBGYN pride ourselves on actually getting to know our biological fathers," Mrs. Young reasoned.

"Ah, excuse me, I know this is irrelevant, but you two are so ... " Vixen made hand gestures in front of her own most prodigious bosom.

"Yes, we enhance ourselves to best be able to nourish our offspring," Mrs. Yang answered with a sunny offhandedness.

And the offspring of a few neighboring counties, Vixen thought but did not say. "Listen, Mr. Buhhh, ah, Mr. Becket is really very busy and still under a lot of observation -- "

"We really do insist," said Mrs. Young. "I'm afraid your entire relationship with OBGYN hinges on satisfying this little visit of ours."

Pushy cunts, aren't you? Mused Vixen. She was not much of one for politics, but she had long guessed OBGYN to be ultra-right-wing and well-connected. She somehow doubted that a man with a two-foot permanent erection fit in with their prized concept of a decent society.

But they had the bucks, and if they had to insist ...

"Very well, ladies. Follow me. This way."