And it was then, as Lisle began to moan and make wet, eager noises, that Gerlinde felt the point of no return collide in her core.  Her prostate seized, fused, sparkled like a shorting circuit.  Fluid began to rush into her cock.  Her pussy's sheath fluttered; a stocking around a monsoon.<br/><br/>And this was when, she thought, everything had to continue just as it was, forever.  Her hand was nearly delicate as it rinsed Lisle's face with salt drifts of her tears and shallows of her dripping saliva.  Her other hand went faster - still light, but a fast autumn wind over the tender, fresh antler of Lisle's new clitoris.<br/><br/>Gerlinde was going to cum.  She wanted Lisle to cum too.  There was almost a tone of entreaty in the angelic notes of her voice.<br/><br/>"It's g-going to happen now, Lisle..."  Gerlinde told her.  Her cock's shaft began bearing down, tension pulling from all the way up in her navel's pit.  The knob of its end bloated like a fruit about to split with ripeness.  She looked reassuringly into Lisle's eyes.  "Sperm is...going to come...<br/><br/>"Keep...pleasing.  Just suck...what comes...down."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's fingers tried to become electricity, whirring up and down Lisle's clitoris, as the tiny branch leapt and stretched inside them.  She drew her penis back, until the apple of the glans crouched on Lisle's tongue.  She was going to brush the girl's throat again.  She was going to say more.<br/><br/>"You c-convinced me...you like...to..."<br/><br/>Gerlinde grunted like crushing candy as she came.<br/><br/>Her penis exploded out a rush of hot, thick semen.  It was no river; it came as a blast.  Then another blast.  The built up tension fired spray upon sticky, flavorful spray.  Four sprays was followed by a spurt in a yeasty strand.  That one, Gerlinde felt unrooting from her prostate and ripping up the shaft before stabbing out of the glans.  More of those dense, slow spurts.<br/><br/>And her fingers continued stroking their blaze, stitching light on Lisle's clitoris.  And she tried to speak.<br/><br/>"Nm...good, Lisle...c-n spit...s'alright..."<br/><br/>And she could only cum, in liquid pops flying up the blazing log of her penis from her brutish, flexing balls.  Gerlinde put all the sperm she had built up in that prior night's wet dream - not released by her weak masturbation that morning - and all the great volumes of sperm Lisle had inspired, into Lisle.  She emptied herself, high breasts thrashing fat, pulse upon pulse until only little spits from her pulsating glans added to the pint of semen.  She stared and stroked and came hard.