Those Who Resisted - Part 15: Flynn

She closed her eyes through a deep breath in and a long sigh, burped, and stood. She looked tired. Flynn's upper arms, legs, and lower back were killing him from alternately standing and hanging with his arms up at the shoulders. He gulped and stood as she strode toward him. She stopped and looked him up and down, pausing at his cock, then up to his eyes and smiled a wink. Then she disappeared behind him and he heard the sink running. When she returned in front of him she was clean and she had slicked her hair back. She stretched, cracking knuckles and joints all over, her fingers, her wrists, her knees and ankles, toes, twisted back and forth and cracked her back, popped her jaw, and stretched her arms back over her head, thrusting her heavy tits out. She raised her face to the ceiling and cracked her neck. Then she sniffed and turned to him.

"I wouldn't mind doing that myself," he said.

She shook her head. "No such luck," and looked down at his balls. She looked up to him and said, "I won't push you to vomiting today, but that doesn't mean I won't take you to that brink. I will. But if you're about to puke, you let me know and I'll try to ease the misery down a bit." She smirked. "Least I can do for the most gorgeous man on the planet with the biggest dick, biggest balls, and most voluminous seminal vesicles."

He smiled but his lips shivered a little. "Thanks." His cock began to rise and it was quite the frightening beast to watch but she laughed and shook her head in disbelief. It held steady parallel to the floor, pointing straight at her navel.

"I'll bet you don't think I can deep throat it, do you?"

He raised his eyebrows a little and said, "I wouldn't say one way or the other, but I've never met a woman who could."

She nodded. "Well, it will stretch my throat wider than it's ever been, but I assure you I can." She grinned. He grinned. "But! That's for another day. In your position - and I'm not going to unlock you until we're done - I'd have to flip upside down and wrap my legs around the back of your head. Your dick's so damn strong it won't bend, so my throat would have to be at the same angle."

He laughed once, quietly, through his nose. He did not yet know how far she would permit him to take his side of their relationship. She only smiled and looked back down at it, rising, now, to an upward 45-degree angle. "Sixty-nining you is going to be interesting. Hell of a workout. But I've got some sex slings at home. Just hammocks, really. They'll make full thrusts easy for you. Easy and smooth."

He smiled openly now.

"Down to business! Uh..." She scratched her cheek and looked him over. "I do squeezing exercises and actual weightlifting with my pussy."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at it, swollen lips and clit, streaming juice down both massive thighs to her knees.

"I can attach a fifty-five pound kettlebell to a dildo and hold the dildo inside for forty seconds." She smiled and now there was something like malice in her expression. Or maybe bloodlust. Or maybe just lust.

"Jesus!" he murmured.

"Mm-hmm! I'll show you just how strong it is after I've worked your nuts over! But that being said! I'm REALLY going to have to work them over! I won't rupture or damage them in any way, not even a bruise. I promise you. But you're going to think the world's coming to an end! That's what pain does to you! If I don't work 'em good? You won't last more than a couple minutes. I need the pain to distract you! Just so I can get my fill. Good news is it doesn't take long for me to cum! And...if you really can cum one whole quart...or even close to it! I'll give you tomorrow off 'cause you're gonna need it!"

He nodded, almost bowed. "I promise, I can."

She smiled. "When's the last time you did?"

"Um...six days ago? Yeah. Six."

"And how much cum was there?"

He shrugged, gulped, and looked into her radiant eyes. "About a pint."

She laughed a little and slowly closed and opened her eyes. "How long had that taken to build up? When was the last time before that that you came?"

"Two days."

She smiled wider. "Your libido generated a whole pint of cum in two days? That's sixteen ounces?"

He stretched his head forward and his neck cracked as he gulped. He nodded. "Yes. I didn't measure it but...I've measured it before and that's what it looked like."

She purred but it was almost a growl. "Well, you'll forgive me if I find it hard to believe. You see, the average man ejaculates about three-fourths of a teaspoonful. Okay? The average genetically enhanced man ejaculates about the same load as a horse! About twenty-five to one hundred milliliters! That's about one to three and a half ounces! Three ounces is a fuckload of cum! Right? And the maximum I've ever seen in a horse was a Clydesdale stallion forced to stay in his stall all night with a mare in season in the stall next to his! He had to smell that aroma that really gets a stallion going? He had to smell it all night! In the morning, his owner had him mount the mare but stuck his dick in a boot? You know what I mean?"

Flynn nodded.

"Yeah, well...that horse ejaculated twenty ounces of cum! I mean he could've filled a fucking Pepsi bottle with it! You see what I mean? You're saying you've got thirty-two ounces of cum on deck for me right now!"

He nodded politely. "Almost certainly."

"Alright. Well..." She shrugged. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I've aroused you like crazy for the last ninety minutes, so let's see if you can perform like that fucking Clydesdale!" She purred with widening eyes, "Who knows?"

Flynn breathed in deep, let it out slowly, and gulped. He nodded. He was ready.

She stroked his cock from the base slowly to the tip and back down, squeezing hard and it plumped up throbbing against his abs in six seconds. She released it and disappeared behind him, then returned with a long red strap. She tied it around his waist, holding his cock straight up against him. The strap was silk. Then she sighed and knelt before him. She didn't look up into his eyes but he panted faster and faster as he watched.

She gently cradled his balls one in each hand, lifted them and purred at their weight, their smooth ovoid roundness. She had been wrong before. They weren't as large as jumbo chicken eggs. They were larger. They were easily the size of goose eggs. She let them drop and swung his sack around, back and forth, in a circle, jiggling them and massaging up and down from his balls to his taint. His cock was hiccupping his heartbeat.

"Yeah," she said. "You are't gonna last long regardless." She squeezed them hard and he winced. "But I think I can help." They were as large as her palms and filled her hands warm and spongy and firm. She giggled as she squeezed harder and he grunted, turning his feet on edge and his knees trembled. Then she let them squirt out of her grips as she had done to Steve Alexander ninety minutes earlier. Flynn groaned through his teeth, hissed in through his nose, and she squeezed them hard again, slowly let them squirt out and he whimpered his groan in a slightly higher pitch.

She squeezed and let them squirt away, milking him hard until he was groaning in a quiet falsetto, knees jangling his shackles. He slowly let his weight down and hung from his arms, and she released his nuts, reared back and swung a straight right right straight through them as hard as she could. Her first two knuckles smashed into his right ball and her second two knuckles smashed into his left and she punched to the end of her arm with a meaty smack. Flynn yelped and tried to close his knees but couldn't. His balls swung all the way up behind him and smacked his ass then swung back down right into her fist as she punched them again and he screamed like a girl at the ceiling.

She stopped and grinned up at him as his rapid panting hitched irregularly out and in as frightened moans. Then he growled into a bass whine as the agony flooded up from his balls into his belly. A bright fleshy smack resounded around the dungeon as she punched his nuts as hard as she could. This one landed squarely against his left one and sent them both flopping back and wrangling down. He howled and began heaving up and down, shaking his chains and she punched them again with bared teeth. His howl shuddered away into panting breathy moans as the pain worsened and worsened. His balls radiated tight agony. They felt like they were exploding and it looked like he was trying to do crunches as the pain rocketed through him. Only then did his cock begin to soften but it quickly fell to its limp nine inches and the strap held it aloft.

He felt her hand caress them and hissed in a wince as she lifted them to her mouth and gave each one a slurpy kiss. "Remember to tell me when you feel like you're about to throw up!"

He whimpered rapidly as he shook hard in his cage, "I th! - I - I think! I'manna nnnauseouss! Fffuck!"

"You gonna throw up?"

"Hohhh!! I'dnnno! I dunno!! Mmaybe!"

She reared her fist back and his eyes flew wide into hers, his grimace lengthened across his face and tears dripped into the drain. "Scream for me!" she whispered and shot her fist out of sight under him and his balls blasted up fresh anguish squeezing, gnawing, tangling into his guts. He squealed weakly, grimace to the ceiling, hands flapping in their bonds, and tried desperately to bring his knees together.

He keened a mewling wail, interrupted by multiple belches and heaved forward, retching and blubbering his whimpers. His drool splattered in the drain.

Then he felt her pull his cock down over the strap and something ice cold press against his abdomen and he opened his eyes. She stood on his left and was holding a folded wet blanket frozen stiff against his belly. She had taken it from the freezer behind him and it very quickly soothed his nausea. "Feels so good, doesn't it?" she mocked him. His hitches of whimpering continued for two minutes while she rubbed the blanket around and his guts slowly relaxed. The misery was there but felt like it was sinking into the distance.

Slowly his whimpering rose again but now it had an air of sobbing dismay as the misery in his belly was replaced by rich agony seething out of his balls. She turned the blanket around and pressed the still icy side against him and he groaned as it was becoming too cold. "Don't worry. I'll take it away in a second." She tied his cock up against it and cinched the strap tight around him. "But first I have to give one nice, fucking HARD kick in those beautiful nuts!" He moaned his teary eyes up at her as he lolled his head onto his left arm, lips quivering. "This one's gonna make you think you're fucking dying, honey! But you won't puke and then we can fuck! Just hold on for one more!"

He whimpered louder and louder as she stepped back, jangling his chains as he tried to close his legs. He hung by his arms and made fists as she snapped her right leg forward, grinning bright and wide, tits bouncing, and scooped his balls up. His right one fell over the side of her arch but his left one stayed on top of her foot as she slammed it flat against his taint and his cage thumped the floor. Flynn didn't scream. His moan rose frantically to the top of his chest voice and wavered there, teeth slightly open, and he writhed all over, cringing with his knees as he weakly tried to close them. The misery returned to his guts but it was somewhat disconnected from him and forced him to focus on the searing eruption of pain howling hellish out of his balls. She chuckled as she listened to how delirious he was with it. He didn't belch once but he did spit over and over, dribbling it down his chin and heaving little retches as agony thundered and pounded up into him from the two most massive nuts attached to any human on Earth.

He felt the blanket loosening, then it was gone and he was freezing as his cock dropped before him. Then he felt warm water over his front and panted deep and fast. The rotten nausea was returning and he belched four times. "There! That means you won't puke!" she said. "You would've puked right then if you were going to! I think this was a masterpiece of pain management on my part, I daresay!" She passed a gentle spray over his balls and he growled through his teeth, eyes clenched tight. Even that was too much pressure. "How do they feel, honey? Do they aaaache?"

She tossed the hose away to the right and he whimpered up at her, tears streaming, "Mmplease! Mmplease! Mmnno more! Mmnno more!"

"No! No more today!" She hugged him, her tits soft and warm against his freezing chest, and let him lay his head over her shoulder. He felt her nipples hardening. "Unless you don't cum thirty-two ounces! If I think you've still got enough fluid in you, I'll make you puke, baby!" She stroked both hands over his massive back, down to his tight, round ass and squeezed both cheeks. "Ready?"

He panted and nodded, retched once more and spat. She chuckled and then he felt her mouth warm on his glans. He opened his eyes and saw her deep throat it right to the base without any problem. It was still a limp nine inches but both their eyes widened as they felt it plump quickly inside her throat. She swallowed around it and held the swallow tight as she drew off it with a long slurp. He whimpered then in disbelief and delight.

Flynn Fitzherbert's cock bloomed right back up to a hiccupping sixteen inches long, four inches thick, every vein straining, pointing directly at the ceiling and she pressed her body to his, his cock hot between them, and held the tip against her. It reached almost to her sternum and was as wide as her naked cleavage. She massaged both her tits around it and purred as she stroked them up and down. Then she backed up a step or two and he moaned a grimace as the agony still blazed in his nuts and belly. Then he felt her right foot on his left hip and opened his eyes. She held the cage and stepped up with her left in a rung of its frame, then leaned her pussy into his face and he breathed its aroma in as deeply as his balls would let him. Then he felt her left foot on his right hip and he watched her take her hands from the cage and slowly squat, holding only him with her feet against his hips.

She smiled with ferocious exhilaration as she squatted until they felt the tip of his cock press a fourth of an inch into her pussy and stop. "Watch this!" she purred, took a deep a breath and he watched her grit her teeth for an instant, then felt her feet leave his hips, and his eyes opened wider and wider as he felt his glans plop inside, and her pussy squeezed around it so powerfully that she didn't lower. She opened her smile wide as she straightened her legs behind, locked her knees, and Flynn Fitzherbert's cock now bore one hundred and fifty-one pounds of beautifully feminine muscle aloft by itself. Cassandra's pussy also now bore one hundred and fifty-one pounds of muscle aloft.

"Holy shit!" he murmured.

"Now for that first handshake!" she snarled. He felt her legs slowly curl around him, she locked her ankles, and slowly squeezed his cock hot around as she lowered. He stretched her wider, wider, and she moaned her own shivering whimpers now to join his, almost laughing giddily through her teeth as his cock stretched her pussy four inches wide and her walls sang with screaming delight as they reluctantly parted to let it in deeper, deeper. At six inches in, he watched her eyes roll up white and shut and felt a scalding flood bathe his cock. Her pussy clenched and shuddered up and down and she mumbled in shaking moans, "Ffffugging...llllove 'emmm...thickk!"

She swallowed and slowly squeezed lower. Eight inches. Now Flynn opened his mouth in a grin and rocked his head back as he plunged deeper into a pussy than he had ever been, and this pussy was by far the most powerful one ever to squeeze him. His glans plowed her open and its ecstasy scorched electrified bliss through his body, the same electrified bliss erupting from her clit as it glided a licking kiss down his shaft. Never before had she been stretched so wide, not by a dildo, not even by a fist, that she could feel the shaft with her clit. If she wanted clitoral stimulation, she needed fingers or a dildo's bulb. She didn't need them now. His cock was taking care of everything. She could feel through her clit every fat vein plop by and she whimpered at each one.

Twelve inches in, Cassandra's moaning stopped as she opened her mouth and throat and whispered, "Hhhhhhohhh! MMy GGod!!" Another hot flood bathed his cock fresh and Flynn now made a conscious decision to focus on the severe pain radiating in his balls in order to distract himself. This combined with the gloriously endearing expressions he watched blossom all over her face, smile shivering at the corners of her mouth, deep into her cheeks, almost to her ears, eyes opening white, closing, opening white, closing, made it a lot easier for him to last much longer. He could actually see in her face the pleasure flaring in her body.

Fourteen inches in and she was finally in No Man's Land. She didn't know how deep it was, and she had sixteen-inch dildos but nothing this fucking thick and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear as she worried she might not make it. Slowly his cock plowed her pussy tight as a drum and spread her thighs even wider as it squeezed through her mighty clench. He hung from his arms and in open-mouthed shock watched her face as she continued to lower. He couldn't believe she was about to take every inch.

Then she opened her mouth and eyes wide and grinned as she felt his glans mash into her cervix and her lips settled quivering tight against his pelvis. He felt another hot flood of cum and she whimpered feathery and high as her third orgasm in forty seconds rippled up from her trembling pussy walls, spicing her skin into goosebumps and she leaned against him, nipples like pencil erasers, tits warm and mashing across his chest and he felt her legs cross, her heels pressed against his ass. She laid her head over his shoulder and he heard and felt her teeth chattering. Her pussy rippled up and down all sixteen inches of his cock, and now Flynn realized the rapturous truth of it: he didn't enjoy the pain of being punched or kicked in the balls, but sex this good was worth whatever hellish abuse she could dish out. He would not dare tell her, he thought, as she shook against him. This was not Heaven and Hell, as she had told him. This was just Heaven. He could feel her inner thighs roiling against his hips.

She breathed deep, pulled her head up and grabbed his face with shaky hands, kissed him, and he kissed back, sucking their tongues to their throats, sucking their cheeks in. Then she slurped away and growled, "You are so fucking beautiful!"

He smiled. "Thank you! So are you!"

She snarled through a lustful grin and ran her fingers through his soft hair, dark brown and parted in the center, bangs fluffed high and shining in the light. Then she held the cage with both hands and steadied her right foot on an edge of the frame, steadied her left foot on the other side, and grinned fiery into his eyes as she slowly stood, and her pussy sucked hot and slick all around his cock, squeezing as tightly as she could and Flynn's eyes rolled back white and shut as the euphoria became instantly intolerable. It was centered in the flare of his glans and pushed his mind into a strange realm he had not realized existed, where the pleasure was so overwhelmingly intense that his mind was too bewildered to begin the build up to an orgasm. And he quickly realized that this could be another distraction. The only overriding thought Flynn could focus on was that he needed to last as long as he could, for his own enjoyment but also for hers, and not out of fear of her, but because she was a goddess of beauty, physique, and sexual prowess, and he wanted to thank her for this.

"You look like a fucking god!" she snarled high above him as his moans rattled his teeth. Her cum had to go somewhere and as her pussy shuddered around the tightest, deepest fuck it had ever felt, her cum slowly streamed to her pussy lips and trickled out, dripping warm down his shaft as she rose with a long, resonant slurp. They were both moaning through their teeth now and when she sucked up to his glans, the flare plopped out with a kiss and her cum was streaming warm over his balls, dripping into the drain.

She steadied her feet on the cage and slowly pressed his cock back in and laughed her moans higher, higher into falsetto as she watched his cock stretch her pussy four inches wide and rubbed along the entire underside of her clit as she lowered. Flynn had briefly left that strange realm of pleasure but now rocketed back into it with clenched teeth. It centered on his entire glans as it plowed her pussy from completely shut to a tight, wide-open grip. She picked up speed, dropping from two inches to eight inches in and electrified ecstasy spiced all over them, through their bodies from bone to skin. Goosebumps rose over their arms and legs and her nipples swelled so fat they ached as his chest hair tickled them. Her right one slipped over his left and his were just as hard.

She rose then, a long sucking slurp up to his tip and he was writhing with buckling knees as the ecstasy blossomed impossibly fierce all over him. The hair of his head felt like it was standing on end. He opened his eyes and blinked away tears and saw her begin the descent again, but she went faster and his moaning grunts fluttered into falsetto yelping as his cock plunged in tight and hot and she rode it down smooth all the way to the hilt. His tip kissed her cervix and she heaved with silent laughter for twenty seconds as his cock spread her thighs apart, filled her, stretched her tighter and wider than she had ever dreamed she would feel. A small part of her wanted to keep it buried forever and squeeze around its heat, its rock-hard magnificence.

But most of her was ready for the best part. "Now!" she growled and gasped. "JACK! Hammer!!"

He opened his eyes with a quiet whimper and shivered his mouth open in a slack grin as she breathed deep, glared with blithe, ravenous wantonness into his lush brown eyes and quickly stood, sucking him to the tip, squeezed his glans as hard as she could and fucked hard down, pounded him to the hilt and he felt his glans spread her cervix open all the way to his flare, and she rose quickly again, pounded down hard and cum splattered dank into the drain, all over their legs, and she rose and fell again, fucking him as hard and fast as she could, pussy clenched around him as mightily as a vise.

They both let up loud howls, gaping at the ceiling, and their howls continued, wavering, as she pounded up and down, every inch plowing her wide open with every thrust. She had felt four solid orgasms up to then, but later she thought it was possible that they were individual peaks of the same orgasm because once she started fucking him fast and deep, the orgasm shot up in intensity beyond anything she had ever felt in her life and it did not dwindle or wane for the next six minutes.

Within the first four strokes, Flynn realized she wasn't going to stop and he let his orgasm commence. It built with ferocious speed, chewing along his taint from his asshole to the base of his cock. He could actually feel his balls tingling with delight. The pain rolled up and vanished like clouds evaporated by a hydrogen bomb and he felt something then that he had not felt in his entire life, a strange painless pressure against his lower bowels. His last conscious thought was that his seminal vesicles had engorged much larger than ever before.

Then the orgasm overwhelmed his mind and all he could do was come along for the ride. His balls drew up tight against his taint and the first spurt of cum swelled into the base of his cock as he panted his moaning whimpers with desperate speed, bounced up and locked both knees. "Uuh! Huhhmuhh! I - uuh - mm! Cuh! Cuhhh!" and they both felt the cum ripple up his shaft inside her. She kept fucking as hard and fast as she could, growling with the effort of squeezing his cock. She was so tight an ordinary man would not have been able to ejaculate but Flynn's cock was just as powerful as her pussy and she snarled laughter as she felt the first jet of cum splash scalding hot over her pussy walls.

Then Flynn clenched his eyes and teeth at the ceiling and grunted loudly with each spurt, bucking his hips and fucking her so hard she lost her rhythm for five thrusts. "NNH!!! UNNHH!!! HUHH!!! UHH!!! NNNG!!!" She regained her rhythm and fluttered up a wailing squeal of delight as spray after spray of hot cum filled her. With every thrust to his hilt, his glans spread her cervix open and came inside her uterus. His hips matched his growling grunts. "NNHHUHH!!!! UNNHH!!! UHH!!! HUHH!!!" She felt his cock heave with ripples as each massive glob of cum rolled up and out, searing every inch of her pussy in a hot bath. With each rise to the tip of his cock, thick, milky-white cum streamed down his shaft, hot over his balls and sliming a long rope into the drain.

Then something happened Cassandra did not expect. She had never felt pleasure this extraordinarily intense and thought it would not get any better. But it did. It may have been the knowledge that he hadn't been lying, that he actually was filling every inch of her pussy with cum as he had promised. She had been riding the peak of an orgasm for over a full minute but now it suddenly rocketed up into empyrean bliss and she kicked her legs out straight behind Flynn, slopped hard down to the base of his cock, and his glans shoved two inches through her cervix into her uterus. She opened her eyes bright green at the ceiling, gaped wide open and screamed a feathery, wavering whine, erupted into quaking bucks, nails digging into his shoulderblades, and her pussy clamped around him in shuddering clenches. Her cum sprayed out in a hot sheet, coating them both and showering the floor, and that sheet of cum did not stop spraying for two full minutes. It washed his cum off his balls and he and Cassandra flexed stiff as iron, shaking through blasts upon blasts of climax. Tears squirted from his eyes, dripped from his nose. He spat them from his teeth with each grunt. They poured from hers as she screamed at the ceiling. Not the slightest grin hinted over her mouth. The pleasure had immersed her away from emotion.

For Flynn it was merely the greatest orgasm of his life, the first of thousands just like it or better. He would ejaculate one hundred and thirty-four times inside her for one hundred and thirty-eight seconds. For Cassandra it was the apotheosis of ecstasy, euphoria, and elation, three very different sensations. Ecstasy she felt throughout her pussy, her inner thighs, shivering and squeezing up her ass. Euphoria she felt all over her body, from her bones out to her skin. She could feel her nipples plumped larger than ever before as they quivered against his chest. Elation she felt in her mind as she realized this was the first of thousands of orgasms just as good or even better she was about to enjoy with the most beautiful man on Earth, the longest, thickest cock on Earth, and the most cum she had ever felt filling her pussy. She heard it sloshing inside her and he showed no sign of slowing down as he shouted his grunts and fucked her so hard she bounced four inches up and down with every thrust. His glans slurped out of her cervix and pounded back in and her cum still sheeted across them both. The drain sounded like a gutter in a rainstorm.

His spurts of cum were not just thick ropes but great, fat waves splashing her like a firehose, filling her, fuller, fuller, but her pussy squeezed him so tight all of it stayed in her and she could feel it welling higher. It brimmed to the top of her uterus surged into her fallopian tubes. She had had them cut then tied, and if she had merely had them tied, Flynn may well have cum through them all the way to her ovaries. Her purring scream began to subside then and her sheet of cum dwindled to a long, splattering squirt, then a trickle. Steam rose from her ass and both their legs all the way to their feet. Her orgasm had descended from its absolute pinnacle and held where it had before, still overwhelmingly delicious, and she came with a silent grin, eyes closed, for the next four minutes while Flynn grunted and fucked her hard, bouncing her up five inches with each thrust. She splashed down to his hilt, legs still flexed straight behind him.

He was seeing stars now and his vision slowly clouded over black as he emptied his seminal vesicles into her with fourteen more fat rolls up his shaft. His bucking slowly died down and his legs gave out from under them. She flopped down hard on his cock and squealed as it buried through her cervix. He groaned from baritone down to a clotted bass and laid his chin over her right shoulder. Flynn Fitzherbert was unconscious. He had just cum non-stop for two minutes and eighteen seconds.

Cassandra shivered and bucked with little yipes for another ninety seconds as her pussy clenched tight, relaxed with quaking shudders, and clenched again. Then her legs slowly lowered, feet trembling, until they hung beneath her and her toes just barely brushed the floor. She moaned her chin over Flynn's right shoulder, closed her eyes and her arms flopped away from him to her sides. Her moan became a voiceless sigh and then she was asleep.

Flynn Fitzherbert's cock remained rock hard and bore her aloft for two minutes while the drain's dripping echoed. John Fulp had woken at the sound of her scream and watched to the end. His dick throbbed against his belly. His mouth convulsed and he wept weakly, sniffing in hitches of breath through a tight throat. "Fuckin' bitch," he whispered.

Cassandra woke. She blinked away tears as she opened her eyes, and then her mouth opened in a wide grin as the afterglow ravaged a glorious purr throughout her pussy. She curled her toes and brought her legs up shaking at the knees and slowly curled them around his waist, locked her ankles, and hugged her arms around his back. She sighed and lay her neck against his.

"Water..." he croaked. "Water..."

"Oh, my fucking God, Flynn!" Her voice was shaking and her words sounded like whimpers.

"Water..." She felt him drooling down her back.

"You got it, honeybunny!" She breathed deep, uncurled her legs and slowly raised her feet to the ledges of the cage. His cock still held all her weight. She grunted with the effort of squatting up one last time and squeezed her pussy shut as hard as she could. It made a long, loud slurp along his cock and they both moaned in hitches of breath as his flare tickled its way back down. It plopped out and spread over her clit and she gasped in and closed her eyes a moment, then stood another inch and a half and his glans kissed out of her. She kept her pussy clenched shut and none of his cum spilled out. Hers trickled a little down her thighs. He lolled his head to his left against the cage.

As she stepped down, he looked up to her emerald eyes through tears and his mouth quivered. Flynn started sobbing silent, heaving wheezes and she chuckled and hugged him tight, stroking her hands over his back. "You might wanna keep those tears in you right now!" she murmured and they both burst into laughter. "Let me get you some gatorade!"

She let go and he sagged, hanging by his arms as she staggered behind him. His cock still bobbed and pointed straight at the ceiling, slimed glossy and cream-white with their cum. She returned, tilted his head back and held him with her left arm, put the bottle to his lips, and he chugged all sixty-four ounces in one breath. She tossed the bottle away and said, "More?" He smiled and shook his head, then rested it on the cage. She put her right hand to the back of his head, held his face with her left and kissed him. He kissed her back and they sucked tongues and cheeks and licked throats for forty seconds.

She sucked off his lips and said, "Well, you told the truth! Listen!" She shook side to side. He heard his cum sloshing inside her and grinned weakly up at her.

"I don't think I've ever cum that much in my life," he moaned.

"Let's find out!" She took the pitcher from the top of his cage, held it under her and relaxed her pussy. Their cum flooded into it and she shouted, "Holy shit!" as it filled and filled. She looked up with bright teeth at him and said, "Oh! My God!" and looked back down. Her eyes grew even wider as she felt her uterus empty, and then sixteen inches by four inches of her pussy drained into the pitcher. Their cum rose to the brim and slopped over the sides. "Oh, my GOD!!" Her vagina was empty. She squeezed several times and rubbed her clit. No more cum from either of them.

"Give me a taint to tip squeeze and get the last of it out," he whispered in a clotted croak. She looked up to him, then set the pitcher on the floor. His balls were still drawn tight against his taint like gorgeous ripe fruit. She tugged them gently and laughed. She tugged harder but they wouldn't relax. "Your cremaster muscles are fucking strong!!" She kneaded her left fist into his taint and stroked her right hand tight up his shaft. The last of Flynn Fitzherbert's cum gushed out and rolled down all sides of his cock. This last gush contained sixty times more cum than an average man could ejaculate in one orgasm and she licked slowly up his shaft, collecting it all on her tongue, hot and salty, creamy but also quite sweet. He drank a lot of pineapple juice. This last gush filled her entire mouth and she sucked his glans hard, slathering and humming her teeth up and down it. He whimpered his moans and a final thick rope of cum spurted hot across the back of her throat.

She slurped away and stood, put her mouth next to his right ear and he heard her swishing his cum like mouthwash. His cock was hiccupping against his belly. He could have cum again right then if she had kept sucking. Then he heard three distinct gulps. She smacked her lips and then kissed his ear, sucked on it, thrust her tongue in. "Your cum is fucking delicious, honey!" she purred. She knelt and he felt her mouth warm over his right nut. He winced as she stuffed it past her teeth. Then he smiled as her tongue bathed it for ten seconds. Then she sucked off it, swallowed cum, and stuffed his left one in for a bath.

When she was finished, she stood and purred, "I thought they deserved a little thank-you kiss! Now, let's see what our cum tastes like mixed!" She picked up the pitcher in both hands and held it like a trophy before him. "Flynn? You said thirty-two ounces! This is a two-quart pitcher! That means you just came sixty-four fucking ounces! Not even a fucking zebra can do that!"

He laughed a little. "You've got the greatest pussy on Earth!" he groaned.

"Aww! Thank you!"

"And mouth! And body!"

"Aww! You're sweet!" She jiggled the pitcher and their cum slopped and sloshed. "Look how beautiful it is!" It was as thick and viscous as yogurt, a bright creamy white and he could see clear swirls of her cum around the sides. She wiped her hand up the side and licked it clean. "You want some?"

He frowned at her, then the pitcher, then back at her and shook his head. She laughed and raised it to her lips. His frown was now open-mouthed and widened like his eyes as she started chugging. Her throat rolled down and up and he could hear her gulping with juicy gurgles. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, drinking fast and deep and every vein in his cock strained as hard as it had inside her pussy. She chugged half of it, thirty-two ounces, and lowered the pitcher, licking her lips and purred, "It's even better mixed!" She grinned and winked, then belched, hiccupped, and brought the pitcher up again. She chugged it right to the bottom and not one drop spilled over her lips. She filled her mouth with the last of it until her cheeks chipmunked, swished and gulped, swished and gulped, gargled it, and slurped it all down.

There was a little left in the bottom. She swigged it, turned and staggered away from him, back to Walter Palmer's cage, leaned over and pulled his head up by his hair. He gazed, slack-jawed, at nothing in particular. She spat their cum splattering into his eyes, nose, and mouth and let his head flop down. She stood and nearly tipped over but held his cage till she was steady. She chuckled and staggered back past Flynn. He heard pans banging, then something jingle, and she returned with a key. She began unlocking his feet and he started crying.

"Shh. Shh. Shh," she soothed and unlocked his knees. "I'm not gonna let you fall. I'm gonna sit you in the chair." She stood and unlocked his left arm and slung it over her shoulder. He would have fallen into the other side of the cage. She unlocked his right and hefted him up easily, then dragged him to the chair. He tried to walk but after standing and hanging for ninety minutes, then ejaculating sixty-four ounces of fluid from his body, he simply had no strength at all. She let him down gently and he sighed and slouched, hands flopped in his lap. His cock was still rock hard and bobbed and bounced against him.

"I'd love to fuck you some more right now," she said, "but I think it might actually kill you."

He shook his head. "I'll be alright. Already feeling better." He panted. "I don't - I don't think...I'll need four days to recupe."

"Well, you're definitely getting tomorrow off!" She knelt. "Now, look! Flynn!" He looked at her and smiled. Not a single hair of his head out of place. "You have the most gorgeous eyes on the planet!" he purred.

She laughed. "So do you! And I fucking love the way your voice sounds now! Now listen. I'm gonna leave you, now, but a woman named Anna's coming in. We're good friends. She's gonna dress you in a jumpsuit and help you upstairs to your cell. She's gonna get you whatever you want to eat and she'll stay with you for about an hour, maybe two at the most. I've got some stuff to do, but then I'll be up there and I'll lead you outside to my car and take you home. Okay?"

His mouth seized over and she hugged him warm, his chin over her shoulder, and stroked his back while he wept. "We're gonna be fucking like this every day!" he blubbered.

"Mm-hmm!" She pushed him back in the chair and kissed him, then wiped his eyes. "What are you gonna eat?"

"Spaghetti," he said with a smile. "I need carbs. A lot of them."

"Good choice!"

"You're not gonna castrate him!?!?" shouted John Fulp from behind them and she turned. "What the fuck!? He's guilty of sedition!! Why does he get to be spared!?!?" Cassandra looked to Flynn and he looked to her. Then she looked back to Fulp, grabbed Flynn's cock and stretched it down, let it spring back with a smack against his abs, and said, "Fucking duh!!" She stood with a groan and picked up the pitcher. "Life ain't fair, kid!" she called and staggered back to the sink.

They heard water running and John Fulp screamed, "FUCK!!!!" She didn't turn around. Flynn watched him with tired eyes. "FUCK!!!! I WANT - I WANT MY FFFUCKING!!!" He started crying. "I WANT MY FUCKING BALLS BACK!!!! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEEEASE!!!!" John Fulp, lying on his back thirty feet from Flynn, started sobbing in great heaves like a little girl.