close head vs. far head

Even as Vixen opened the door, shrieks of ecstasy could already be heard. Much as Vixen had expected, naked Tim and a just as naked Sophie were at it on the bed -- although, Vixen noticed with interest, Tim was no longer in his usual passive position but in fact on top of Sophie. She supposed that in a way she could not really blame him, for even by LUVVIT staff standards Sophie was both strikingly lovely, possessed of a certain exotic black-haired mystique, as well as an outrageously voluptuous bosom, which Tim was grabbing and sucking with berserk abandon even as he rammed into her, her legs wrapped tightly around him.

"OH GOD IT'S SO BIG, IT'S SO BIG, IT'S SO FUCKING BIG -- AWWWWW!"

Pleased to hear Sophie finally get past her latest orgasm, Vixen spoke up. "Ahem! Sophie?"

Sophie's eyes snapped open to see her boss gazing down at her from an upside-down angle. "Oh! Oh, Dr. Sinclair! Oh, I, I only looked in on him, he was, uhhhhh, already awake, so we talked, just a bit, he said he was feeling a little, uhhhhh, ah, discomfort, so I thought maybe, maybe I could help a little -- OH FUCK OH GOD IT'S SO FUCKING ENORMOUS, OH WOWWW!"

Vixen looked up at Tim. "Oh, poor poor Mr. Beckett! How's the discomfort doing?"

"Oh!" Tim was startled, but remained in mischievous good spirits. "I can't seem to quite relieve it just yet -- perhaps YOU could -- "

"Thank you, but I'm afraid not now." Vixen's vagina still ached, very sweetly but also very deeply, from the unbelievable stretching Tim had just given it.

Vixen took a moment to study the expressions of her guests. They were both staring hard, but Mrs. Young's eyebrows were knit very tight, her jaw low in a look of both horror and indignation. Mrs. Yang looked quite blank by comparison.

"OH YEAH OH YEAH, FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEE -- AWWWWW!" Sophie cried out, her legs gripping her stud even tighter than ever, but then her legs let go as she gave a deep sweet sigh and passed out ****.

"Mr. Beckett, please sit back, there's a good, good man," Vixen advised. "Mrs. Young, will you give me a hand?"

"Wh-What?"

"Sophie here should regain consciousness any second, but we still need to, ah ... uncouple her from Mr. Beckett here."

A **** Mrs. Young took one of Sophie's shoulders as Vixen took the other and they both slowly dragged her body back. As she was freed of Tim's cock, inch by inch by slow and steady inch, Vixen took more looks at the women and noticed they were staring even harder. That's right, girls, Vixen, mused to herself, ask yourselves: how did he ever get all that inside her? And as we keep pulling and pulling her off, ask: Just how much more is that thing going to keep going?

When at last Sophie, just barely awake again, was freed, Tim's erection sprang back up. Vixen noted how it was beyond a classic 45 degree angle, that it was higher, closer to 60 degrees. She chuckled inwardly at a potential social problem facing Tim and his new permanent erection, for second puberty had remade him into quite a tall and strapping young man, while many a woman was quite naturally petite by comparison. It would therefore be entirely possible for a woman to stand before Tim and, without even intending to, finding herself unable to look him in the face -- for the simple reason that his engorged glans would be standing proudly directly between her eyes and his face. Certain male problems had long been described as "little head vs. big head," but now Vixen was looking forward to "close head vs. far head."