Everything was feeling wonderful.  Gerlinde had to admit it, as the guilt and confusion was drown by a hot tide of pleasure that welled up from the base of her body, making the ripe bow of her lips leak little light grunts of pleasure.<br/><br/>The underside of her cock was like a rail, charged with rumbling races of feeling to and from the clotted station of her testicles.  The back of it felt like a bone, spreading wider and wider.  She watched the head pop into the seal of Lisle's lips; she hissed, her nipples hardening to scalpel points, as the glans bloated inside the girl's mouth.  That all felt wonderful.<br/><br/>Touching Lisle's sad face; wonderful.  Coils of sperm churning and knotting in her balls; wonderful.  Simpering cream drizzling out of her own slit, down toward where her cotton panties spread between marble thighs; wonderful.  All wonderful.<br/><br/>But something was wrong.  Gerlinde grunted as her prostate squeezed and squeezed, trying to grab more clots of sperm and shove them into her cock; as that cock tried to release, and got only harder.  Her chinaware-fine voice had a crack in it, and as she pet Lisle's tummy, fingers straying near where the grotesque of the girl's clit was bobbing and listing in growth, Gerlinde felt almost angry.<br/><br/>"No.  That's not good licking.  You're not...concentrating."<br/><br/>She felt spited.<br/><br/>"Not trying to please me."<br/><br/>She glared.  What more did the girl want?  She had done her best to explain the situation; instructed the girl.  She had told her she had to please, and how.  What was the hold up?  Gerlinde's cock and balls and stewing hormones raged with a soaring impatience.<br/><br/>"Focus, puss puss!"  Gerlinde raised her voice.  The velvet academician was gone from her thoughts.  She was aching with urge to rut now, and release demanded she have it now.  It made her pull her hips back and then ease the bulging spade back in, teasing Lisle's lips with penetration.  It made her mad.  She reached her hand down and took up the expanding stub of Lisle's clitoris.<br/><br/>"God, look at this fucking thing." Gerlinde grumbled, her light voice making the sound like a fistful of broken crystal.  Her fingers cradled the red root of the clitoris, stroking it, feeling it fighting to expand more in elastic jerks.  She wondered how much larger it would get - it seemed to want to get huge.  Running the base of her thumb over it in a circling motion, she pet it and traced nerves.  "It's huge.  Big and red.  And that's never going to change.  It's like that forever.  It's only going to get bigger, if anything.<br/><br/>"Bigger, needier." Gerlinde glared back down at Lisle and began to stuff all that fat flesh forming the purple end of her prick against Lisle's tongue.  "And you're not trying.  Maybe you want me to be mean."<br/><br/>She closed her hand tighter around the clitoris.  For a moment, she was shocked by its length.  Then it grew more.  Just a bit, but enough to make Gerlinde gasp.<br/><br/>"Use that tongue to please and make me cum now, pussy.  Take me in.  You don't want to make me angry."<br/><br/>The way Gerlinde's eyes were flashing, her heart smashing her breasts and her cock raging, she wasn't sure it wasn't already too late.