You're impressed. "So you think that's necessary?"
"Yes," replies Dr. Burger. She is the slowest to undress, but with your semen spattered all over her you don't mind too much. "In fact, I know a Witness Protection agent named Shannon. Of course, you don't automatically qualify, but I'm sure that if we all meet with Agent Shannon -- that's her last name, by the way, not her first -- we could reach an accommodation. But it's definitely necessary. You see, we women don't like to own up to it ... but size and virility do matter to us after all. In a certain normal size range, we can take it or leave it. But you're at a size where we can't help but notice you. Even then, many of us talk ourselves out of a larger man because we have no guarntee of his performance -- but for you to be both so large and so permanently erect ... I'm afraid that women are going give you a hard time, so to speak."
"Really?" You find all this abstract talk amusingly ironic, as Lane, Keller and Dr. Burger are themselves all now naked, stripped and ready for action.
"As the scientist here, I'd better evaluate you." So saying, Burger kneels and takes your shaft in her cleavage, then lavishes more tongue worship upon you. At last she faces you, her full breasts mashing nicely against your own face, as she slowly urges her warm wet vulva down over your shaft. She grunts and strains with effort, intent on swalling every last inch into herself, and when at last she has you all in she begins to babble softly about your hugeness.
She achieves back-to-back orgasms in no time, then eventually breaks away, whereupon Lane immediately takes over.
Keller is giving you a good hard ride when the door opens and someone remarks "What's all the commotion in here -- OH!"
"Captain Cochran!" Dr. Burger blurts out -- and from what you can see of this Captain Cochran, she is one lovely raven-haired beauty ... |