The gushing inside her was like gasoline being poured over the flare.  Lisle cried out, high and tight as her clutching was multiplied ten-fold.  Her paws flexed, as did her distorted feet, curling and clutching in their own ways.  More important was the clutching inside, gripping strongly around the impossible width of Gerlinde's shaft as if swallowing the semen flowing into her.<br/><br/>It seemed endless.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, the dizziness started to fade and Lisle found herself curled into the doctor's arms, slowly realizing what had just happened, and what would continue to happen.  She slowly started to stir, trying to ease her legs into a more comfortable position.