"Sonia!" He exclaimed, though it was muffled beneath titflesh to sound more like 'Phonna'
"That's right." I said. "Now you get off the young lady, she's clearly had enough." Now that I was closer I could see what was going on in front of much better. The Governor's daughter was perhaps a foot-and-a-half in front of us, impaled on almost that much cock that arched inside her, making her belly swell up with a visible bump. The lips of her bare little pussy were spread wide, hugging the thick circumference of his dick for dear life as a shiny coat of her glistening juices spilled steadily out around it. Even with his motion stopped, she seemed to be shuddering through little orgasms.
"Aw, I didn't even cum yet!" He whined. I pulled back, withdrawing my tits from him so he would feel their absence.
"Emil! Off! Now!" I commanded. His shoulders dropped a little, but he obeyed, slowly pulling inch after inch of cock out of the coed, her whole body sort of shivering with relief when his thick head finally broke free. She looked as though she might be so gaped open that if I just took a flashlight to her I'd be able to see up into her brain. Poor thing.
"We should go home, Emil." I pleaded.
Emil shook his head, folding his ludicrous arms, their rippling muscles growing a little taut as they folded across his perfect Pecs. "No. I'm not going anywhere until I blow a load. I've been walking around with full balls for HOURS, now." He reached down and cupped his hefty sac. Even his enormous hands weren't up to the task of fully encasing one of his testicles.
I sighed. "All right Emil. I'll get you off ONE time. Then we leave. Deal?"
"Deal." He smirked.
Thus would begin the eternal struggle between us. I, she of unprecedented sexual skill would do my best to get off he, of unsurpassed sexual endurance, before the police would be forced to relent and allow journalists onto the scene. If that happened, then a man's political career would be destroyed by Emil's gigantic cock.
Speaking of which, I stared at the huge ramrod, half-dipped in snatch-syrup that arched out in front of Emil like a damned telephone pole, and licked my lips hungrily. Yes it's a pain-in-the-ass having to babysit Emil, making sure that his libido doesn't destabilize society and ruin the world for all the other men out there... but it does have its benefits.
Slowly I bent at the waist, flicking my tongue out to slap at just the head of him, slurping it all around, cleaning girl-juice wherever I could find it, taking extra care to get the inside of his cumslit and the crease of his glans, steadying myself with my hands on his hips as I spiraled and licked lower, working his shaft from every angle to thoroughly clean it off.
Finally I pulled back to admire my handiwork; all the juice was replaced with slobber now, his shaft gleaming in a slightly different way.
"There, all clean." I grinned.
"Nah-ah," Said Emil, putting his big hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my knees, "My balls are totally sweaty. You're gonna clean those too!"
"Em-ULMPH!" I said as he batted his massive scrotum against my face, using one hand he trapped my head from behind by grabbing a fistful of my hair, the other he used to manipulate his huge nuts against me, making sure each part of my face was smeared with his massive balls.
"Come on, Sonia, suck 'em. Suck my huge nuts!" He taunted. Sometimes I think the only thing Emil likes better than having the world's biggest cock is bragging about it.
But who was I to argue? I Slurped and sucked and snacked, and smacked my lips, feasting and feasting on his fat fuck-buckets. He responded by starting to buck his hips... he was letting the huge orbs swing forward like a pair of demolition balls, bucking a little faster each time as his nads knocked into my horny face. I knew the game here: He meant to ball-bludgeon me until I was stunned so he could go back to fucking miss tiny-tits over there.
Well I wasn't going to have it. I stood fast, (well kneeled really) taking the abuse, letting the gigantic cum-boulders have their way with me, head rocking back a little further with each nut-punch. Finally he pulled back twice as far and abruptly swung forward, the weighty cock-cantaloupes hitting my chin with all their weight. Here I had miscalculated, for even as I tried to stand my ground, I couldn't beat physics; the sheer size of them and the torque they generated slapping my chin carried me up and onto my back with an abrupt "THUD".
I blinked and fought to keep my wits about me before he went back to pussy-punishing the Governor's daughter, but it became clear I didn't need to as he walked over to my face. A lesser man would need to squat to accomplish what happened next, but Emil just sat down next to my head, one leg above it and the other crooked over my chest.
Now his preposterous ball sack was free to drape out over my face like a big burlap bag, he leaned back on both hands, just smirking arrogantly, so casually you'd think he got his big nasty nuts sucked every day.
Well he did. Usually several times. But still, he didn't have to be so SMUG about it.
I moaned and whimpered into his sack, really letting him enjoy his moment as I feasted on him, letting gravity carry a huge orb to the back of my throat, the other big ball resting rudely on my chin, bloated and slobbery where it sat.
"ULPH! MGULLPH! GLLLLAAGHGHGHL!" Was all I could say as the gargantuan gonad ground away in my gullet. Finally he seemed to need a switch, pulling his huge ball from my mouth he slapped it down right between my eyes, smearing my face with my own deepthroat slobber as he crammed the other one in its place, gigantic ball pressing on every part of my mouth from my tongue to my tonsils.
"That's right sweet slutty Sonia...choke on it" He sneered. I hate it when he talks to me that way, and yet it makes me endlessly wet at the same time.
Finally he'd had enough and pulled out, scooting to position himself at my top, his huge cockhead dicktapping my forehead as he aimed it for my mouth.
"Open wide!" He commanded, spearing his humongous shaft right inside, impaling my lips and oral cavity, blowing right past both to jam his endless cock-cannon into my throat. I'm good. I can take a foot long cock to the balls without blinking, but Emil's was no foot long. I had never encountered anything that was nearly as thick as his absurd rod, my gag reflex began to kick in around inch thirteen or so, my throat convulsing harshly on his shaft.
"GLLLLLLLLGHGHGHGHK" Was my only retort to his punishment. Perhaps this was what I really deserved for sleeping in.
Emil's huge paws moved to my tits, the twin fires that always drew him back to me. I'd like to think my unmatched sexual skill, my willingness to be nasty and raunchy, my endurance for fucking, my unmatched capacity to worship a huge cock like Emil's (Though there is no such thing as a cock like his!) meant something, but at the end of the day I know I'd never be able to keep him without my SS cups.
My own hands of course were locked under Emil thighs, helpless to do anything but grab at them slightly, unable to preventing his huge nuts from hammering the top of my head as he managed to shove more cock inside me. His throat-fucking thrusts were so strong and his balls so heavy that each time they swatted the top of my cranium I saw stars a little, throat involuntarily gurgling on his cock each time.
Emil was making a mess of me! Thick nasty sheets of precum and slobber joined the already nut-smeared streaks that coated my face, yet the stud only continued to use me for his selfish pleasure, humping and pumping away, indifferent to the giant puddle of ooze my features were becoming.
Finally he seemed to have enough of my throat, or at least saw something he wanted more. Emil pulled out, dragging my head off the floor for a moment with the arch of his shaft as it burst free, my lips slapping together in a nasty smack when his glistening head emerged. Emil scooted up, repositioning himself at my tits, his slobbery scrotum parked right on my face as he whipped his weapon against my wobbling melons.
He ground down, I think deliberately smothering me in sack as he began to smack and slap my breasts around with his behemoth beef bat; only a cock like his could toss my heavy tits around like they were nothing.
Once he had sufficiently tenderized his target he squeezed them together and began to hump away, plowing his enormous dick into my cleavage canyon, fingers tweaking my big hard nipples as he worked.
His balls of course were out of control, bouncing and bashing away at my features, thumping my nose one moment or filling both eyes the next. They waggled and whomped away on me, keeping me distracted from the sensation of almost three feet of cock angling in and out between my tits.
This is the effect Emil had on me! I could own any sexual situation, except those that had him in them, and then I became nothing more than a fuck doll.
