God of Whores Ch. 07

But he had cause for doubt an instant later. The new elite, her hair a shimmering silver, was leaping on his cock, that mouth and those FF cup tits were unbelievable. On the way in, her tongue was everywhere, long and strong, feeling as though it undulated in literally a dozen different places at once, wrapping most of the way around his formidable girth, snaking out to rub at his cum-channel with shocking specificity; he could almost feel how that move could have force-pumped a lesser man's cum right out of his balls. His incredible training was the only thing that kept him from shooting a load right then and there.

The torment didn't stop at her tongue though...her lips seemed similarly adept at flitting and changing angles, making it so that his cock would never figure out where the intense sensations were going to come from next. A few inches in and he was pretty sure that she was using some sort of sub-vocalized humming technique, putting a rewarding vibration along with all the rest of her incredible oral effort.

Perhaps the most terrifying of all for Pericles at this point, was her hungry, seemingly bottomless throat. Before coming to the temple he'd known of no woman who could swallow his whole length, and even those he'd met within the temple's walls who could seem to manage it had never been able to succeed once the Oil of Dionysus had taken him beyond superhuman size. Yet here this oral paragon was simply taking him, inch after girthy inch disappearing into her face, visible only as the massive bulge in her neck. He watched in a mix of fascination and horror as she cleared the one-foot mark and kept going.

"Mmm I thought she'd be his undoing," Kassandra purred to Aphrodite, perhaps with a little slur as her own asshole was getting thoroughly rimmed.

Aphrodite nodded to her daughter as she squirmed a little, her clit getting lovingly chewed by Zoe, "I'll be honest. The silver-haired one was never really one of my favorites... but I graduated her to elite status because of what she could do the men. I have never seen such enthusiasm or ability to suck cock from a mere mortal before or since."

Pericles wasn't finished yet though. He knew that no woman could really be sexually conquered through brutality; lesser men he'd known thought that this was the only way, but the young stud had learned that women's desires had to be stoked and fed and made to crescendo on their terms. Therefore, he let the cock-hungry elite feed on him until finally, to his relief, she did hit a limit, at just over the halfway-mark, perhaps around 18 inches deep. Her eyes shot wide in surprise and her perfect technique froze for an instant, her loud, startled gag echoing in the expansive chamber. Aphrodite and Kassandra exchanged a baffled look, neither of them had any idea what it sounded like when this one gagged before now!

Pericles smirked smugly as he witnessed a sort of transformation in the silver-haired cocksucker! Her nipples visibly grew more rigid, her cunt spilled over with a sloppy flow of sauce. It was clear that she had never been truly challenged before, and a dick that was too much for her was exciting parts of her that had never been touched. She redoubled her effort, *SLORCHING* back and *GLUCKUCKING* down, leaving his cock with a fresh layer of drooling slobber each time, her hands playing in the hair of the women sucking his balls, forcing them deeper into his drool-covered sack with sheer lust.

He began to meet her bobs with thrusts; not gagging her, stopping just short of that no matter how she adjusted her bounce. He was showing her his skill, intimidating her with his endurance and power while together they worked to dredge pint after pint of thick slather from the deepest recesses of her gullet. She bobbed faster and faster, her big tits clapping together savagely as the wet mess which coated them glistened and shone, her own hands sometimes tweaking those stiff nipples just to feel their hardness.

Then she pulled one last trick on Pericles; he did not realize until this moment that she had not been properly sucking at all. Every other part of the blowjob was there; the slobber, the throat squeezing, the lips and tongue, the delightful noises... but nothing had been slurpy or felt like vacuum. The reason this was the moment he realized the absence was because this was the moment that she simply turned it ON!

The power of that suction was fierce; a lesser man might have found himself emasculated just from this blowjob alone. But Pericles was no ordinary man, and gritting his teeth he tried to ride out the storm. He could feel the tingling pressure of the vacuum she was creating at his head, then it traveled down his cock, threatening the integrity of his skin, awakening nerve endings he didn't even know he had buried deep in the middle-layers of his impressive cock-pillar.

Then he could feel *it*, the unmistakable sensation of cum starting to cum up. The thing is, as good as the blowjob was, Pericles had fought hard and managed not to ejaculate, but this silver-haired super-fellatrix was so unbelievably powerful she didn't need him to climax in order for her to start draining his jism. Pericles was truly stunned; he held tight to her head and just let the sensation carry him, feeling the unusual and wonderful sensation of cumming without cumming, like the opposite of tantric denial.

As she slurped his spunk to the middle of his cock, using his dick like some kind of giant straw, the incredible feeling overwhelmed him, and in a moment of realization, Pericles decided to simply let go.

Here, it would seem, Pericles had simply caught the queen of cocksuckers totally off guard. His first wad slammed into her with so much force that it actually blew her head right off of his cock, her eyes wide in confusion as cream spewed out hard from both nostrils; it would seem that the act of priming him as she had might have doubled or tripled the volume of his usually massive load. She was still swallowing and gasping for breath from just the first shot when he aimed the cum-cannon her way and let it open up on her, salvo after salvo of fist-size cum-blasts exploded all over her face and huge tits, turning her silver hair perfect white and pasting both eyes close in spunked-over glaze.

The girls on his balls pulled back, watching in shocked amazement as the meaty spheres they'd been worshipping pulsed and bounced independently in their sack, one whole nut rising high-and-tight as the other would sag a little, seemingly to reload before it was the next to rise. Had Pericles so mastered the art of fucking that he could independently control his balls, or the nameless gland within? It was unthinkable, yet all evidence was here before their slobber-matted eyes.

The matriarch inside his ass was a bit more pragmatic; she pulled back from her diligent salad-tossing to see what the fuss was, seizing his balls in both hands from behind the moment she realized he was cum-blasting the silver-haired elite. She looked reproachfully at both negligent ball-suckers, rolling her eyes angrily when they blushed. Rare it was for a matriarch to so shame a pair elites!

Pericles grunted and groaned for the remnants of that first orgasm, milking the last of thirty-something shots out of his tip, letting the last cherry-sized glob splonk down right between her tits as he sighed in relief.

"Thanks, slut. Always good to clean the first one out of the pipe quickly!" he grinned, jacking his own cock lewdly, loving his own thick hardness with his strong hand a few moments while the girls re-arranged.

It had taken nearly two hours in all for that first climax to cum, and if Pericles was being honest, the second might be the hardest of all. Some of girls who'd been all confident smiles and smug winks suddenly seemed a little less sure that they could take this bull of a man before them.

Ever pragmatic, two of those in the wings came to drag the cum-choked silver-haired elite away from the melee, her woozy form clearly slurring with the tone of a woman truly cum-drunk: "Never sheen a load like that...fuuuuck show much cum...nnnnnngggg!"

"Well ladies," Pericles boomed, turning his attention back to the four women before him, not "You've definitely impressed me, but you might as well tap out now if that's the best you've got!"

Angrily they scowled, "Oh please, it's not a proper blowjob until it's gone on for at least five hours!"

That gave Pericles pause; it was certainly an impressive number, but he was confident that he was ready for it.

"Many Mouths as One!" A new elite shouted as she joined the party. Pericles could only blink, in confusion at the instruction as the girls flew into well-trained action, two of them lining up on each side of his vast cock, the brown-haired newcomer dropping to her knees in front of him, her heavy H-cups giving a single, powerful bounce. Looking down the vast barrel of his cum-cannon she froze a moment.

"Isn't the idea to cover the whole cock?" She hissed to her squadron of suck-sisters.

"He's too big to do that with five," the one nearest to her whispered back.

"Well... damn." Was all she could say, shaking her head a little. Then she was pointing at girls waiting in the wings, bringing in two more to get next to the others on his sides.

"As I was saying..." the tactician suddenly opened wide and took in his cockhead with the typical strain that required as the others all opened wide to suck at his meaty member.

Pericles was shocked at the sudden feeling of all those soft lips, wet mouths, slapping tongues and hot breaths at once. Girls were forcing themselves forward, making out around his cock, hands playing with and intertwining around his slobbery balls, the brown head in charge bobbing low until he felt himself enter a throat.

With what she could take and six other mouths Pericles was completely engulfed in oral worship, seven mouths doing what one skilled mouth might to a lesser man. Drool dripped and intermingled down his shaft, nasty thick rivulets of the stuff mixed with precum dripping from the bobbing head in front's throat and right down her chin to those massive tits.

He let himself pump experimentally; his massive prong fucking its way through the matched lips like some kind of gauntlet, each woman's slightly different sucking style blending into a seamless machine of cocksucking glory; a war-engine of mouths and slutiness and jiggling slobber-stained tits. He pumped faster, necks turning to keep up with his movement, explosive drops spraying in all directions as he took advantage of the oral channel offered to him, the brown haired bust-monster meeting his thrusts with total disregard for her own throat, loud lewd "GLUGGORK!" and 'GWRUGUCH!" sounds joining the endless smacks of dicksucking lips doing their best to please the demi-god dong at their command.

The way Pericles was fucking, a lesser woman would have had to stop to soothe her aching jaw, or to get precious oxygen back into her lungs, or to wipe the reflexive tears from her eyes, but not this brown-haired bitch. She didn't have Silver-hair's raw skill, but she made up for it with sheer effort and raw determination. Pericles couldn't help but be impressed at the way her efforts were so vigorous that thick streaks the mess flying from everyone's mouths was streaking through her hair, all over her face, glistening from her tits, and beading on the surface of the coat of oil she'd clearly started with.

He lost track of time, but it had to be another hour before she finally was forced to tap out, retreating with two of the more exhausted sluts to the side of the room. He was smirking smugly at how her walk was a bit dizzy, his prespunk (thicker and more voluminous than a lesser man's full orgasm) still rolling down her sweaty form. She shot a look of respectful understanding at the silver-haired mouth-maven from before, as though perhaps acknowledging they'd both bitten off more than they could chew in Pericles and his behemoth battering-ram. She joined her sister as two of the matriarchs energized them with worshipful oral.

While those two commiserated, the last of the elites, untested stood up. She was an extraordinary specimen, notably taller than the others by a few inches and boasting the biggest, roundest ass alongside a heavy pair of F-cup tits that were unusually firm and high on her chest. Most notably, her entire body, head included was completely shaved with a smoothness that caused Pericles to wonder if she'd torn it from her body with wax rather than taking a blade to it. Her walk to him was confident and cock-hipped, that incredible bass swaying around with her every step.

When she'd closed the distance to him, she met his eyes with a gaze that was frightening in its smoky intensity; one glance into her grey eyes said here was a woman that was sure of herself, totally in lust with Pericles, and above all, absolutely bat-shit crazy. The other girls seemed to almost have a fear of her, especially the two matriarchs on his balls at this point (girls had been rotating throughout the Brown-haired woman's siege at the tower of his organ) who he could feel clamp down just a bit harder on his scrotal meat as she took her place at the head of his cock.

She shucked her hands up and down his rod a few times, experimenting with the vast length and weight of it, twisting her hands as she tested the heft, even running a finger along the maze of his veins in her apparent attempt to decode his dick. Then, before he could even grunt in shock she was just beating herself with his huge prong. Pericles was stunned to say the least; when his cock had gone from its massive proportions into the veritable tree of dick he was sporting now, he'd stopped recklessly smacking girls with his dick for fear of actually harming them, yet that's exactly what this elite seemed like she was trying to do exactly that.

Mouths hung agape as she flagellated herself with the impossible prong, meaty slaps across both cheeks leaving her stained with slobber and precum left behind by the previous supplicants. Pericles could only mouth the word "careful" as she turned the vicious cockbeating to her big tits next, slamming his hardness into her softness, bruising her big oiled orbs as she laid into them with this weapon that she wielded as her own. In that moment, he thought he understood some of the method to her madness; she was making his power hers, taking control of the very thing that made him such a specimen and robbing him of that in advance. After all, if she covered herself in cockbruises from his massive member, what could he add to that?

As before however, it seemed that for all their incredible prowess, the elites simply tended to under-estimate Pericles' stupendous size and it could prove to be their downfall. After a particularly heavy cudgel to herself with the giant prong, the shorn women actually seemed dazed, blinking with her mouth hanging agape for just a moment. Pericles took advantage of that moment and crammed himself inside her, hold her smooth head in both hands as he railed the sixteen inches or so that she could handle right into her throat. Her head rolled back and forth as he pistoned his hips back and forth, her eyes rolling right along with it, sometimes going back so far he could only see the whites instead of the pretty hazel.

Still, she adjusted admirably and began to work her body like a snake's, rolling from her hips to her head, throwing herself bodily into sucking the most of his cock that she possibly could, gargling and swallowing as much as possible while thick, gooey spurts of slobber and precum blasted from her mouth. The other women took a change in tactics, one of the ball-worshipers leaving to instead focus on giving the current cocksucker head, perhaps to keep her distracted and energized while Pericles worked to wear her down with his sheer size and stamina.

The tactic paid off it would seem; the woman only kept on assaulting his cock with her throat as he tried to assault her throat with his cock, the two fighting it out in a frenzy that got only faster and faster as the contest continued. By the time they'd really amped it up her head was a blur, the spatter of slobber blasting out to spackle his thighs and balls and the hair of the woman between his legs was so consistent it was like a small weather system was putting out rain in a steady drizzle. At the same time, Pericles' huge hanging balls were swinging dangerously, pummeling and swatting the poor nut-licker who was having a very hard time doing her job, but kept her tongue out and lips pursed as best she could. In the end it was Pericles who gave ground first; it wasn't that he didn't think he could go the distance, but he did feel the slightest tugging inside his scrotum that might be the beginning of an orgasm. He could not, it seemed, outlast this wild woman with the predilection for punishment, but he could change the punishment up so that it was on his terms. Abruptly he lunged forward, holding her head and supporting her back as he put her on the ground gently, curling his huge form of her so that he formed a bridge above her head, his cock drilling down with her head pinned to the floor. Now she could add almost nothing of her own, she just had to lie there and take the massive member as it blasted into her again and again and again, unceasing, unrelenting and unconquerable.

He had assessed her true nature correctly. Totally helpless before his superior power and prowess she could only buck and flail as her cunt began blasting out cream at an un-matched level. Her madness was such that she wouldn't have even needed the mouth between her legs, and this was proven when that mouth moved away so the matriarch in question could gurgle and swallow her way through the incredible output of pussy-juice. The bald woman bucked as she spurted, the orgasms rocking her whole body as Pericles' ridiculous rod rocked her face, mess streaks flowing backwards around her head and neck, making a gleaming sheen all over her.

Her biggest squirt came when he did; those big balls again doing their alternating dance as he absolutely filled her up, her stomach visibly swelling with sperm, gravity and his strong muscles keeping her clamped on as he dumped the entire multi-gallon content of his nutsack inside her totally. Of course his body was already replenishing with even twice as much spunk for the next time, but it felt good to take the weight off his balls, even briefly. When he SLOOOOORKED his cock from inside her throat she was a sight to behold, her mouth totally filled with pure white, streams of the mess running thickly from both nostrils. Woozily she rolled onto her side, finally allowing big rivers of the mess to escape; she'd have swallowed but there was literally no room left inside her. She crawled on her hands and knees across the mattresses that made the floor, leaving two big trails of white in her wake, little splats of cunt sauce in between them ever few crawling steps.

Pericles grinned triumphantly, his cock still as hard as when he started. He reached out his brawny arms to tangle up in the hair of one elite and one matriarch still close by, bringing them in to lick and suck every drop of fuck-filth from his humongous shaft, head, and ballbag. When they'd cleaned him he boomed to those assembled,

"Excellent foreplay ladies, but we're only what, five or so hours in? Who's ready for some REAL fucking!?"

Worried looks were exchanged all over the room now; he beamed broadly at the realization he had even the mighty elites intimidated, but the Goddess spoke to bolster all, her voice so commanding Zoe pulled her head out from underneath Aphrodite's gown to listen too.

"Oh come on girls, you know men and their bluster! They are no different than their cocks in truth, they stand proud and defiant until that sudden moment and then shrivel and retreat. Be like your cunts! Enduring and endlessly vital! The greatest cock on earth cannot outlast the smallest cunt so long as the spirit attached to that cunt is steadfast! Go! Fuck this braggart into submission!"