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The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 20)
🕑 Added 2025-01-16 14:00:03 +0000 UTCHesitantly, Randy stiffly nodded, but otherwise relaxed into Angelina’s grasp.
“Lovely. All right. You see, a generous lover doesn’t just receive without giving a little back. And that’s what you’d like to be, right? It’s your last chance, after all. To be honest, I had my eye on you for this earlier. I just knew if I went through with it too soon, I’d forget to go hunt down the other even-creepier little creeps. Hope you know how to hold your breath and work that tongue at the same time. Based on the way I found you with that bottle still on your face, I don’t have high hopes for your motor skills, but I’ve found that panic can be a quick teacher. And I think it will be for you, too.”
Just as Randy was starting to understand, though he sincerely hoped to be wrong, Angelina was turning him upside-down in her hands, while taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Suddenly the little guy’s face was hovering a few inches above the humongous, nectar-glazed maw of the giantess’s smooth-shaven crotch, and only getting closer.
“NO!” he yelped, finding his voice again, but way too late. “I D-DON’T WANNA!”
“Oh, come on now, Randy, didn’t your mother ever teach you to do onto others as you’d have them do unto you? She must’ve been teaching you something, if she forgot to go over the whole shoelace thing. Either way, I’ve definitely “done” a few things unto you that need repaying,” Angelina retorted, while refusing to budge her inverted partner from his ready position. Her fist tightened around his legs to straighten them, while the fingers of her opposite hand claimed a vice-grip on Randy’s cranium, ensuring he couldn’t turn away from the moist labial folds and arousal-swollen clit. “Don’t worry. If you just put a little effort into this for me, I’ll show you another fun trick that’ll make you even gladder you met me. Now, you had some good advice for me before, so let me give you some right back: take a BIG breath now.”
“No, PLEASE! N-Not THAT! Anything b-but-” Randy sobbed, though again he showed just enough rationality to take an oxygen gulp when he noticed Angelina’s hand thrusting him toward her pussy, regardless of his protests. The giantess spread her vulva with free fingers to help make way for the victim’s seizing head, but she was already so hot at the thought of being eaten out from the inside-out by this handsome little dope, it wasn’t difficult to use Randy’s face to force apart the all-too-willing gooey slit and dunk his entire noggin inside.
To Angelina’s delight, then, she felt him attempting to do exactly as she’d asked within seconds of immersion. It came as a wonderful surprise, owing to his previous resistance and because she had her doubts that Randy was smart enough to find his way out of an empty room, let alone offer sexual gratification while at risk of vaginal smothering. Yet here he was, doing his best. Granted, his technique was sadly unschooled, and he nibbled just as much as he licked and slurped at whatever slippery patch of tunnel he could wrap his mouth over, but at this stage of her very long day, Angelina was prepared to make do with what she got. And in any case, she found most of her arousal was sourced from the knowledge and sight itself of Randy’s “headless” body poking out of her engorged nethers, shaking but cemented in place by her fist, while his face stickily spun in the stuffy pocket of her worked-up womanhood.
Deciding next that his inexact if enthusiastic response warranted some enticing payback, Angelina kept up her end of the loose bargain by arching her spine and letting her boobs tip forward. While leaned over her thighs, expansive jug flesh naturally spilled around Randy’s upside-down frame, with it and Angelina’s fist naturally jutting into the jellied cleavage valley and nestling deeply between perspiring vein-patterned flanks of inner breast heft. Cautiously, she unfurled her fingers from around the frat boy and traded him to the springy tension of her pitched-over chesticles. Just as she’d intended, Randy’s position wasn’t altered, with his whole tongue-happy head still plugging her crotch socket, and his wriggly twelve-incher body wedged into the sweltering cellulite-rich embrace of Angelina’s globes.
Despite this dramatic change in posture, the last frat boy standing only briefly stuttered in his oral action, which impressed his gigantic recipient most of all. While the majority of the little guy’s body was concealed from view now, either buried in a giantess’s pussy or her monstrously puffy zonkers, it only took a well-placed flick from Angelina’s pinky inserted into the tubby upper pectoral fault-line to make sure Randy’s persistent erection wasn’t bent too hard, and allowed to be oppressively but pleasurably sandwiched amidst hopelessly-wide swaths of freckly white mammary meat. Even with the blood rushing to his head, he’d managed to stay in the zone, and for that Angelina decided to reward him.
Now ramping quickly toward a finish of her own, she clutched her breasts from either side and began to manipulate them, gently kneading and pressing together at different points of contact across the vaguely-spherical mush, which in turn meant Randy got a proper tit-fuck while continuing his imprecise but ardent eating-out duties. Angelina felt his energy pick up then, actively turning his head to whatever parts of her sensitive interior he could reach. Though his body also squirmed harder, it was simple enough to keep him from coming loose, even mashing her breasts from closer to the front so Randy was tucked even more firmly into the slovenly divot betwixt udders. Meanwhile the giantess herself was curled so far forward to accommodate this unusual sexual position that the broad summits of her chest were molded floppily across her thighs. Despite the poofy pressure weighing down on them from above, both her nipples still stood hard and upright like the stubby legs of an enormous bathtub.
Moaning and practically drooling with the necessity of a climax soon, Angelina bit her tongue, staving off her reward just a little longer in favor of an important last step. Her fingers burrowed their way between her lap and bulbous rack overhang, locating and then pinching her moist teats in preparation. Then, leaning as far forward as the pillowy obstacles of her own chest could allow, Angelina spoke directly at her pulsating privates.
“I don’t even know if you can hear me now, Randy, but here goes nothing. I’ve got a kinky little secret… okay, I suppose I have a lot of those, but this one is special… but I’m not so sure I want to tell you. It’s a secret, after all. If I did tell you, I’d have to kill you. Wait… never mind, there’s no problem there. I suppose things just work out perfectly sometimes, don’t they?” Angelina huffed. Raven-black tresses clung in sweat-tacky lines over her shoulders and the upper slopes of her chest. Her breathing turned shallow and horny, as her naked overly-endowed assets jiggled and wobbled up a disturbing storm on the bed. “All right, I’ll tell you: I get a little kick out of feeling little milk-boys like you getting smaller while you’re still inside me. There, I said it. All right, maybe it’s nothing earth-shattering, considering everything you already know about me. Just don’t go telling your friends that one after you join them in the afterlife, cutie. You’ve made a better impression than most of the men I finish off. I really do mean that. So let’s not go spoiling it with any unfortunate rudeness now.”
