Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 1)

Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 1)  

 -- Contains Heavy Non-Consensual Ballbusting --  

John pressed the soft ice pack on his wrinkly sack, the frost from the plastic melting over his testicles, wetting his bed sheets. John let out a euphoric groan, pressing the back of his head into his mattress. His testicles ascended up in his sack, brushing against the ice pack. Even his limp penis was able to savor some pleasure from the biting cold. Draped over the top, his tip absorbed the white frost. He shot out pre-cum. Shocked, he looked down. His penis was twitching, his sticky substance mixing with cold water dripping onto his sheets.  

It was Thursday, as well as the first day since his run in with Emily that he decided to relieve himself. For one reason or another Emily had remained absent in his life. She didn’t walk with Zoey and him in the morning, never spoke to him in the common classes they shared; she hadn’t spoken with him at all. The trend was too obscene to ignore. Yet, John couldn’t place the reason for her solitude. The way she spoke with him before, she wanted him to be hers; she already had his number.   

Unexpectedly, it was Aria that was vying for dialogue. The tight brunette sparked conversations with him in the halls, at lunch, and whenever she could manage.   

John removed the ice pack from his meat, portions of his shriveled sack sticking to the blue pack as he pulled it away. He yanked his black shirt up, sliding his hand down to his cool package. John pinched his soggy, spongy tissue, before focusing on his taut orbs. With the source of cold absent, his danglers descended, his oval testicles rolling freely in his stretchy sack.   

He prodded them gingerly, with the mentality that any serious pressure would break them. Gaining slight confidence, not feeling pain, John lightly squeezed his testicles. He moved his massive member out of the way, lifting his balls with his hand. They were larger. While much of the swelling had decreased, it was evident that their volume was above the previous benchmark.  

“Fucking Emily.” John said, holding back tears.   

Like usual, to forget his misfortune, he whipped out his phone, scrolling his favorite porn categories. He stroked his flabby member, hoping the combination of a deepthroat and direct stimulation would reactivate his sex drive.  

Nothing worked. Frustrated, John slapped his member around, making sure to stay well away from his balls. John, sexually unsated, rapidly tugged at his soft member, until the friction between his foreskin and glans began to stink up his room.   

Traveling at the speed of light, his salvation arrived, in the form of red green and blue lights. It was Emily. She had sent a message, the text blocking the blonde furiously devouring the monster cock. Knowing it was from Emily, John’s dick twitched and sputtered, a droplet of pre-cum escaping his dry tip.  

How are your balls John? Do they feel better? It read.   

As John’s eyes glided over the message, his hand slid along his penis, using what lube he had produced to wet the tip.  

I want to know John, are they all right?  

John stroked faster, imagining Emily speaking into his tender ear.  

Answer or I’ll leak your beaten balls to all the girls at school. You have 1 minute to respond.  

John nearly dropped his phone on his face, fumbling to respond. He knew that she would probably do it.  

They’re fine. He responded.   

Good. Have you come since our last meeting?  

No.  

Why? Too afraid your balls will fall off if you jack it too hard? Lol.  

John’s cock was almost full mast, his foreskin finally peeling off his tip. It was strange. Reading Emily’s texts, John had managed to get harder than when he’d been jacking to hardcore porn. Something was off, but he didn’t question it.  

Here John, let me give you something that will help.  

Emily’s naked top half popped into John’s view, bringing his slippery cock to full salute.   

I’m taking a shower right now. She sent.  

John was too flabbergasted to reply. Emily’s raven hair was tied behind her shoulders, her pure skin unobscured. Besides some light steam from the shower, it was a pixel sharp shot. Emily’s defined collarbone pressed out, her skin tight, wet and plump. Her brilliant hazel eyes pierced through the screen, as if she knew John would be unable to look away. John ran his palm up and down his 9-inch rod, his legs twitching.   

Emily’s abhorrently hefty breasts didn’t fit on the screen! John enlarged the photo, swiping down in attempts to uncover Emily’s pink nipples. He bit his tongue, realizing Emily had purposely cropped it out. Still, John wasn’t complaining, her figure bringing him pure pleasure. He huffed, getting closer and closer to the edge. His warm breath steamed his screen; his lower body tensed, his balls receding into his body. He was cumming in record time.   

A thick glob of white, hot, sticky cum blew from his tip before he could gather his tissues. He cursed while his active geyser sprayed sticky fluid on his wood floor. Like a true pervert, he licked his electronic screen, pretending his tongue was lapping Emily’s bare wet body. While his action produced a powerful reaction, it also minimized the photo, showing a strain of Emily’s new texts.  

Like what you see?  

You know this isn’t even my best angle?  

If you think my breasts look large like this, you should see them from underneath.  

That, or when I’m really turned on. Like when I bruised your balls.  

Emily’s latest text sent shivers up his spine, forcing him to recall all of the torment Emily had caused him. The memories of the event had almost all completely resurfaced. What started as a sensual, loving blowjob between teens turned into a ruthless torture session. John shuddered as his mind perfectly recounted the moment when Emily’s bare foot slammed into his descending sack. Having just cum, they were extremely fragile and sensitive; breaking his known bounds of pain.   

His floppy cock was still leaking cum. His strong rapid spurts had died down, the delay between surges shrinking to a minimum, his leaky fluid flowing like syrup. His bedsheets were completely stained, a thick layer of cum pooling between his legs. He rubbed his slimy balls, squeezing them with confidence. He shed a tear of joy, realizing Emily hadn’t permanently broken his balls.   

Want more? Emily sent.  

Emily sent another picture of her paradoxical body, this time from a side angle. John groaned aloud, feeling his sore cock rise. Strings of his white cum stuck to the top of his loose ball sack. Emily’s arm was covering the front of her chest, only managing to obscure her nipples. John’s lustful eyes traced down her outstretched arm, her hairless armpits to her squished breast. He began to stroke again.  

Every time his trembling fingers glided across his sensitive tip, his entire frame shuddered; it was his body's way of telling him his dick was hypersensitive. But looking at Emily’s naked. polished body, he couldn’t stop stroking. While not entirely hard, John’s long cock already had enough surface area for him to pump his hand up and down.  

John came again. While his discharge was less intense, the pleasure was on par, if not exceeding his previous eruption. He dropped his cock, letting it mingle with the pool of cum soaking into his sheets.   

Well John? Do you like what you see? Emily sent.   

Yes. John responded.   

It was an absolute understatement. Two pictures of Emily's body had enabled the boy to shoot two monstrous loads of cum. His sore cock still pulsated, his tip lightly rubbing against the slimey bedsheets. Yet, John wasn’t happy; he was unsatisfied.   

He sat up, looking down at his shrinking meat. Something wasn’t right. He wanted more, he wanted Emily.   

Emily, can I see your tits? John typed, sending the message.  

He sat hunched in anticipation, waiting for Emily to respond. Each passing second weighed him down, the unsettling feeling Emily would slip out of his life. 

How about this John.  

Come to my house and I’ll give you something a little special, what do you say?  

John heard his dick and balls thump, each one telling him something inverse to the other. His dick craved Emily’s body. It was clear to him that she was interested in him, otherwise, she wouldn’t give him all the sexual attention.   

For almost as long as John had known her, Emily had been surrounded by boys. Just being friends, John couldn’t be bothered to enter the arms race for Emily’s ass; he barely knew she had one. A part of him felt gratified, knowing what she must have done to all the helpless boys before him; mercilessly crushing their cock and balls for her twisted pleasure.   

Well, it all ended the same; whether he acknowledged it himself, his cock had been enslaved to Emily’s succulent body. That particular mechanism of his mind ignored his balls preemptive cry for mercy.  

Come on John, I know what you want. Don’t worry. My parents won’t be home for a few days. They drove into the city yesterday. We’ll have alllll night.  

Her last text sealed the deal. John rocketed off his spongy mattress.  

I’m coming. He sent.  

John gathered his clothes and wiped his cock and balls clean of most semen. Being a senior, he didn’t have much homework. His heart leapt out his chest, realizing the rest of his night was free to be with Emily. His mind raced with all the things they could do together.   

She would sensually massage his rock hard member, caressing his tip. Shortly after, she would give him heart-attack inducing head, making sure he felt unbelievable pleasure. John could stick his log between her boulders, between her thighs. Caught in his own delusion, he considered that Emily would let him penetrate her. All of it ignored her natural sadism.   

John leaned to his side, binging bright spots from his eyes. Thinking about Emily caused his entire package to expand, taking precious blood from his brain.  

With his dick in full control, John ran through the dead of night, in cold snow to Emily’s residence. Barefoot and only clothed in one layer, he was shivering uncontrollably when he arrived at the foot of Emily’s door.   

Before he had the chance to knock, it opened.   

Emily was just as beautiful the first time he saw her scantily clothed body.   

The yellow porchlight illuminated her fleshy mounds. Her white lingerie draped over the tight, almost translucent material giving John an eyeful of her poking pink nipples.   

“It’s so cold out here.” She shivered, walking closer to John.   

The frilly edge of her gown barely covered her hairless legs. If John was forced to, he couldn’t have guessed if she was wearing panties. Emily placed her slender hand over her stomach, sucking the flowy cloth in, refiling the true measure of her large breasts.  

“I see you’re excited to see me.” Emily smiled, greeting John straining cock.   

His meaty bulge pressed out against his thigh, pulsing. Emily bent down, tracing his cock with her finger.   

John groaned, bending his knees, Emily draining his strength.  

“Come on already, take your pants off.” Emily giggled.  

“Now?” John stammered, looking to other houses. “Can I at least come in first?”  

“Nope. Not until you show me your cock.” Emily smiled, anticipating it.  

John’s eyes traced over her wet black hair, all the way down to her heart shaped ass.   

“Oh? Is that pre-cum I see leaking?” Emily gasped, squeezing the wet spot on John’s thigh.   

The horny boy practically ripped his shorts off, his straight, uncut cock whizzing past Emily’s close face. Emily licked her lips.  

With two fingers, she peeled back John’s foreskin, examining his red glans under the warm porchlight. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musk, before exhaling on his cock, her white breath making him itch uncontrollably.   

“Oh John, did you already cum?” She asked, turning her head to the side. Her magnificent raven hair glistened when she shifted.  

“What?” John stammered, face reddening.  

“I can smell it all over your tip, right?” Emily said, reaching her hand out to his cock again.  

Her slender fingers brushed his throbbing underside, before grasping his meaty balls. John’s cock flew straight up before being forced down when Emily pulled his sack. He groaned, heart racing. Was it really wise to hand over his nuts to Emily? Had he not learned anything?  

“Well, I was hoping to get a big load out of you tonight. I must say, I’m a little disappointed to see that you’ve already cum.”  

On the word “cum” Emily changed her grip to underhand, tearing John’s nuts away from him. John lurched forward with a yelp. Emily stood up, using her breasts as a cushion for the sprung man. She raked her free hand up his flat stomach, twisting one of his nipples when she found it.   

“Why don’t you take your shirt off John.” Emily giggled, caressing his orbs.   

When John didn’t comply instantly, she gripped them tighter, rubbing his testicles together in a circular motion. Before she could bring her other hand down to aid her squeezing effort, John's shirt was already draped over her face. She laughed, throwing John’s shirt into her house. Looking back down at his veiny cock, she felt a tingle in her pants.  

“Look how turned on you are when I squeeze here!” Emily giggled, watching a thick mucus leak out of John’s tip. “Is this little thing cold?” She cooed, swirling her free finger around and under his glans.   

John’s cock sneezed out another load of pleasureful mucus; he moaned the entire time.   

Emily spread the clear liquid around the tight white material wrapping her forearm; she smiled, looking into John’s helpless doe-eyes.  

Off in the distance, there was a deep howl of some wild creature.   

Emily pulled her tight sleeve back, roughly 9-inches worth. Without hesitating, she pressed John’s throbbing cock down; she pulled the sleeve over his slippery member. John’s knees nearly buckled; her body was so warm.   

Emily quickly balanced out his euphoria with a ruthless nut squeeze. His meat popped out of her fingers as she squeezed in hopes of producing tears. She knew John wouldn’t disappoint.   

She shifted her forearm at the bend back and forth, stimulating his entire shaft, whilst simultaneously pulling his bulging testicles. John groaned up to the black sky; he began to move his hips. Emily gleefully watched as John melted with pain and pleasure in her hand. The boy's thrusts guaranteed that his nut cords would be under constant pressure, based on the way she was holding them. He didn’t seem to care; his cocks' pleasure was all that concerned him.  

“Why don’t we take this to my room again?” Emily cooed, not taking no for an answer.  

She roughly pulled on his blue balls, walking him into her warm house. John groaned again, still trying to find pleasure rubbing against her lingerie.   

Her house was fucking massive. While John was still in a euphoric daze, he understood Emily’s family's economic proclivity based purely on the sheer size of their house.   

“Come on John.” Emily said, tugging his nut cords roughly.  

John continued to buck his hips while they walked, focusing on her wide hips and toned thighs. For a moment, he forgot his pain, entranced with her body. Emily, as if reading his mind, reminded him of his weakness. She pulled his nut upwards, forcing him to tip toe behind her. She giggled, not even bothering to watch him writhe.   

She lifted him up two flights of stairs, down the hall and into her bedroom.   

John was heaving, his nuts on the verge of bursting in two different ways. The tip of his taunt penis was quivering under Emily’s sleeve. Three good tugs, and he would have showered the room in cum.  

“Emily, I’m about to burst.” John moaned.  

“Oh, come on now John, I’m not even gripping your nuts that tightly yet, how can you say that?”  

“No Emily, I’m going to cum.” John protested.   

“I know.” Emily shrugged, pushing John down onto her blue bed.  

John’s slippery cock quivered with pleasure; it left a slimy trail as it exited Emily sleeve, long ropes of pre-cum keeping the two connected in a way.   

“Emily.” John moaned, wrapping his hand around the tip of his erect cock.   

Before he could even get one rub out, his lower abdomen exploded in agony. Emily had wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, giving her complete access to pummel his plums. John cried out, trying to close his legs. Emily rammed her fist into John’s dangling testicles again and again, always managing to strike his most vulnerable part no matter how hard John tried to cover it.  

“Emily, stop!” John wailed, crying at the top of his lungs.   

The black-haired bitch didn’t have a sense of remorse, it seemed. Her eyes appeared pure black; a malice was seeping through them. She enclosed her hand around his loose sack, preparing a lethal strike.  

John saw his manhood flash before his eyes. All the good times they had together. The first time he jacked off under the covers. The first time he got a handjob. All the nights he was able to forget the worries of the world. In his heart and mind, he believed Emily was going to take it away from him.   

She stopped; her fist was still pulled back. At once, she released her hand from his brutalized sack. John curled on her bed, dry heaving; finally released from her grip, he was allowed to cry in a position he at least saw fit.   

Emily wiped her hand on her thigh.   

“I almost got carried away.” She laughed, walking to her black backpack. “Stay right there, John.” Emily commanded. She giggled, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to move by himself for a while.   

She returned with her notebook and blue-ribbon measuring tape.  

“Come on John, open up.” Emily commanded.  

John groaned, rolling over on her bed.  

“John, I need to get your measurement. If you start swelling, I won’t be able to get a proper reading.” Emily huffed.  

John remained motionless, cupping his hot nuts with his hand. Why was Emily doing this all to him? What purpose did she have for it all? Why his poor balls?  

John complied, opening his legs for his abuser.  

What am I doing? Emily is going to destroy my nuts if I don’t cover up!  

“Thank you for complying, John.” Emily said, getting to work.  

She roughly grasped his orbs, rubbing them between her fingers. John winced and turned when she rubbed her intrusive finger around a sore spot. Like many times before, she squeezed his epididymis. She squeezed harder and harder, before wrapping the ribbon around his swelling testicles.  

Completely focused, she didn’t say a word. Not when John groaned and yelped. Not when his droopy member began to react to her warm touch. He bit her lower lip, disappointed. John was almost too afraid to say anything.  

“What’s wrong Emily?” He strained, the quiet tension too much to ignore.  

“Your circumference is only 6 ½ inches. I honestly thought it would have been more.”  

“Please don’t beat my balls, Emily.” John responded.  

The busty ballbuster jotted down John’s new measurement, meticulously. She held her pen to the paper, watching the black ink be absorbed.  

“Uncurl right now, John.” Emily commanded.   

“Emily, please. Tell me you’re not going to crush my balls.” John whimpered, trying to appeal to her humanity.   

Emily tossed her pen and ribbon off to her white creamy carpet. The raven-haired teen placed her smooth knee on the bed, right next to John. Through teary eyes, John looked at Emily, taking in a much-deserved eyeful. He saw it. Her naked pussy stared back at him, invitingly; his cock was practically forced to attention, his mind racing with all the ways Emily could pleasure him.   

“John.” Emily said coldly.  

She leaned forward on the bed, over John’s limp body; her hanging breasts swayed with her seductive hips.   

“If you didn’t want me to bust your balls, then why did you come here?” She asked.  

“What?” John quivered.  

“You heard me John. What made you think anything I was going to do to you would be different from before? Deep down, I think you really knew.”   

With that, Emily slid her hand around John’s bare back, pressing her soft tits into his chest.  

John didn’t know how to respond, how could he? Completely stumped by Emily's words, he was at a loss. He couldn’t remember the reason why he came. Slowly, he straightened out, exposing his beaten genitals again. Emily smiled.   

“Good boy. Come. Rest your head on my pillows.”  

John obeyed, laying his head on Emily’s pillows. He looked to the warm, white ceiling, still trying to figure out how he got ensnared in Emily's trap.   

Emily manipulated John like a puddle of melted butter. She slid her long leg through his, crossing it so his closest thigh was above, and his other was below. She rubbed her bare pussy on his hip, snuggling up. She placed her hands on his cock, feeling it grow beneath.  

“You told me you came earlier?” Emily asked.  

John nodded, face red with guilt.   

“Thank you for being honest with me. For that, you get to be squeezed for ten seconds.”  

“What?” John stuttered.   

Emily already had her fingers in his testicles. She gave him a toothy grin, watching his tears leak down his face.  

“Stop it! Please Emily!”  

Like always, his pleas for mercy only fueled her. She gripped tighter and tighter, until his nut meat was bulging out, begging for release. John tried curling up; his hands shot to his groin, trying to remove his tormentor. Emily pushed him down with her free hand, pressing him into her mattress.  

“Remove your hand, John.” Emily said. She was not fucking around.  

She twisted her hand in a circular motion, completely ignoring John’s clawing hands and despondent cries. Even if his nuts weren’t being ruthlessly crushed, John wouldn’t have been able to overpower Emily, she was far too strong.  

“I’ll squeeze harder if you don’t let go.” Emily stated.  

Before John had time to process her words, she pulled up, putting an immense strain on his nut cords. He yelped; his crackling voice was full of fear and agony. He let go, in hopes Emily would keep her word.  

“Thanks John. It’s much easier to attack these things without your hand in the way.”  

“Emily, has it been ten seconds?” John whimpered eyes shut.   

“Ten seconds?” Emily said, twisting John’s nuts. “Oh right! You were supposed to count.” She grinned.  

“Please Emily, it’s been ten seconds! It's been ten seconds!” John yelped. Emily squeezed harder, almost bringing her grip back to the level it was when John had been trying to pry her off.  

“Really? I didn’t hear you start.” Emily giggled, her innate cruelty in full display. “Count.”  

“One.” John whimpered.  

Emily rolled John’s testicles, wringing them out between her fingers.  

“Two. Three.” John cried.  

Emily pulled up on John’s sack, lifting his hips up.   

“Four. Five.”  

Emily restructured her grip, siphoning off his testicles from the rest of his sack. His oval orbs strained and pulsated out of his red sack.  

“Six.”  

Emily took her other hand off John’s chest; with haste, she slapped his tempting testicles, relishing in his screens of agony. Her soft fist bounced off his orbs; Emily used them as a spring, bringing her fist down hard after each rebound.  

John lost count, as well as his sense of up and down. He tried curling his legs; he found it impossible, the overwhelming pain as well as Emily’s leg obstructing his purpose.  

“Emily, please. I want to go home.” John begged.  

Emily clasped her hands together, crushing his nuts from every conceivable angle at once. She was humming some arbitrary tune, enjoying every passing second of John’s testicular torture.   

“I think that is a proper punishment for cumming, don’t you agree John?” Emily huffed, finally releasing John’s precious bits.  

John's entire lower body was spasming, the pain resulting from his testicles getting squeeze consuming his every fiber. He couldn’t even fathom what Emily would have done knowing he had come twice.  

“Now that your punishment is over, let me begin the real fun.” Emily grinned.  

“No. Please, Emily.” John moaned.   

Emily gripped her prisoners' cock, digging her prim nails into his skin. While it was uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to what his testicles had just been put through. He got hard; his body was desperate to find any pleasure it could cling to.  

“See? I’m not so bad.” Emily chuckled. Her tits bounced from beneath her white lingerie as she laughed.  

As much as John wanted to enjoy his privileged view, he couldn’t keep his eyes open.   

Emily twisted her palm around his raging glans, giving him the most intense handjob of his teen life. In his mind, she was nothing short of a professional. Her hand glided along his well-lubed shaft, making sure every inch felt her pleasure. She lightly smacked his tip, sending his pre-cum sprinkling out like a leaky faucet. John’s entire body shook, a wave of pleasure soaking into his body. John bucked his hips, trying to increase the stimulus. Seemingly in retaliation, Emily removed herself, leaving his cock out to dry. John groaned, the swell pulling off his raging member.   

He was on the verge of release; another tug would have sent his seed careening out. Emily couldn’t have known it, yet, the timing was too coincidental. The big breasted teen spit onto her hand, her stringy saliva dripping from her pinkish-red lips.  

She slapped his penis head, sending sparks of pleasure out. Her lube melted with his, giving a new meaning to slippery.   

Before John could truly indulge in the new pleasure, he was reminded of his mortality.  

Emily squeezed his tight swollen nuts; she wrapped her slender finger in between each individual nut, producing the sweetest screams.  

“Emily!” John screamed, throwing his head into Em’s pillows.   

“Here John, this should help you.” She said, taking her hand off his primed penis.  

She pulled a pillow out from under John.   

“Scream into this.” She commanded.   

John did it out of necessity. He gripped either end of her throw, crying into the soft material. Emily ran her hand along his sweaty stomach before giving her attention to his cock.  

She continued to squeeze and stroke. When John’s cries would escape the pillow, she would focus on his swollen tip. When he would moan in pleasure, she would focus his swollen testicles, making sure he was always feeling some extreme. Nonchalantly, Emily spoke with John, treating him like she had just a week ago, as a friend.  

“So, what did you get on that English quiz?” She asked, squeezing his testicles with a quarter of her might.  

John continued to cry into the pillow. Emily interpreted it the best she could.  

“That bad, huh? Yeah, Ms. Blackwood is a bit of a ballbreaker.” Emily admitted. That was rich coming from her.  

Emily pulled John’s testicles away from his body, feeling his taunt cords with her fingernails.   

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re already on our way out of school, her class doesn’t really matter. As long as you pass, you should be fine, right?”  

John groaned again, feeling Emily’s strokes quicken.   

“You’re close to cumming, aren't you?” Emily grinned, tickling his tip with the palm of her sticky hand. John bucked his hips in response.  

Emily took her hand off his bulging member; she watched it bounce and quiver, searching for stimulus. Instead of indulging in its desire, she squeezed her other hand. John’s hot nuts slipped out of her fingers; their combined lube had finally given his testicles enough reason to squirm free of her grasp.  

“Well, you have been a good boy. I didn’t even need to tie you down this time. That’s progress!” Emily giggled  

“So, John, tell me you want me to stroke you to completion. That you want to shoot your cum all over my room, my bedsheets, me.” Emily said  

“I want to cum so bad.” John pleaded; his face was still buried in Emily’s pillow.  

“Say, Em, I want you to crush the cum out of my cock.” Emily said bluntly.   

“What?” John squeaked. To illustrate her point, Emily hunkered down on his bruised balls.  

“Come on John, say it for me. I’m going to keep squeezing your balls anyways. If you want to release your seed in a graceful fashion, say it.” Emily gritted; she removed her pillow from John’s watery face.  

“Emily, I want you to crush the cum out of my cock!” John pleaded.  

She squeezed his tight nuts harder, not giving his cock any stimulus.   

“Call me Em. Remember? Like you always used to.”  

“Em, I want you to crush the cum out of my cock!” John screamed.  

“Cum.” Emily commanded, tugging and tearing John’s 9-inch cock.  

John was allowed to cum. Emily, ruthlessly, viciously, squeezed John’s testicles. From an outsider's perspective, it appeared Emily was trying to turn John’s globes into butter.   

John bucked his hips wildly, every cell in his body electrified by Emily's touch. He let out a strained cry, his seed bursting from his urethra.   

Emily giggled, watching long arcing ropes of cum reach their apex, then splash down to her bed. Virtually everything was covered in his nut butter. His gluey cock and balls appeared as a mound of melting snow. Emily looked down to her breasts, smelling the fragrant stench of semen on them. She rubbed her hand along her cheek, feeling John’s smooth cum run down her chin. It was in her hair too; John’s whitish yellow seed sprinkled around her starry night.  

“I’m not done yet!” Emily cackled, gripping John's softening member.  

John shook his head in protest, trying to dissuade Emily from whatever she would do next. Emily gripped right below his glans with one hand; with her other, she went to town.   

“Like it? Think I can get you to squirt out more?” She quipped.  

Emily ran her fingers over John’s sensitive glans, almost with the sole purpose to make him cry. It worked. 

John sat up, trying to pry Emily off his sniveling member. Emily pressed her palm into his tip, mashing it down, polishing it to perfection.  

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about this thing!” Emily giggled; she grabbed his swollen sack, twisting it while tickling his tip.   

John let out a deep groan, feeling his testicles physically stretch from his body. He closed his eyes, hoping it would all end. Emily smiled down at her masterpiece. Emily released the tip of his cock; it fell onto his hot swollen testicles. She unlaced her legs from his, leaving him as a helpless heap on her bed.  

“Just a moment John, I need to measure you again.” Emily said; she licked her lips, lapping at cum plastered to her cheek.  

She returned with her phone, journal and ribbon. John silently protested the entire time, his mouth unable to fully close. Emily removed his hands, snapping several intimate pictures before wrapping the ribbon around his swollen sack.  

“Ah. That’s too bad. Only a 9-inch circumference. Same as last time.” Emily said, clearly disappointed. “Should I continue to tenderize them?” She suggested, raising her fist up before John’s sack.  

“Please, no!” John pleaded.  

“Ah. Maybe I should give you a bit of a break.” Emily conceded.  

“Thank you.” John said.   

Emily rubbed her sticky hand on her white lingerie. Her legs were soaked, not in cum, but her own fluid.  

“How do you feel John?” Emily asked.  

John moaned out. Like before, his memory was shrouded in a wild amalgamation of pain and pleasure. They became the same for him. Even at rest, it felt like he was reliving it all.  

“I hope you had a good time. Your penis was spurting like one of those fountains in the city, I've never seen anything like it.”  

Emily leaned over to John, her tits inches above his soft penis.  

“Well, how about it? You're covered in your cum, and so am I. How about we take a shower together?” Emily grinned; she wouldn’t take no for an answer.