(A/N: I'm not feeling too great today, so I released this much later than expected. And, once again, Side BOOBA can be skipped for those who don't wish to read R18 content. Other than references to existing themes, nothing plot relevant happens within them.)
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"How's the back of your head feeling? Does it still hurt...?" asked Wicke, kneeling before Jason in the bath, her massive, warm, and absurdly soft breasts enveloping his cock as she casually but skillfully gave him a boob job.
"It's definitely feeling better..." responded Jason, swallowing audibly as his gaze lingered on Wicke's breasts. He didn't know if it was because he had never known his mother or some other underlying factor, but he had always had a deep fondness for large breasts. And among the women he currently associated with, Wicke's were the largest by nearly three whole cup sizes.
"Could it be because all the blood has flowed elsewhere~?" asked Wicke, her yellow-green eyes narrowed in amusement as she slowly lowered her head and began tracing her tongue around the head of Jason's penis. She had learned that the underside and tip were where he was most sensitive, so she purposely targeted those areas while observing his reactions with shimmering, upturned eyes.
"You really like messing with people, don't you...?" asked Jason, exhaling a faintly exasperated sigh as he leaned back, propping himself on the palms of his hands.
"Only those I find interesting..." countered Wicke, punctuating her words by closing her eyes, cupping the front of her breasts, and raising her butt slightly to lean forward and accept the upper third of Jason's penis in her mouth. Then, after tracing her tongue around it several times to ensure it was properly lubricated, she began sucking it as much as the obstruction of her breasts permitted.
'This world is turning me into a degenerate...' thought Jason, leaning his head back and instinctively combing the fingers of his left hand through Wicke's inordinately soft and fluffy hair. Two months prior, he had been a virgin who firmly believed in monogamy. Now, simply because they found it interesting and fun, he had three girlfriends, regularly had sex with four different women, and had even tasted an oyakodon...
"Mmnngh..."
As Wicke accepted more of him and abruptly increased the amount of suction she was using, Jason found himself unable to suppress a throaty groan. For a moment, he felt like his glans might burst from the pressure, but the pop that followed was the sound of Wicke releasing him from her mouth.
"Lie back," hummed Wicke, licking her lips before smilingly appending, "Be careful not to bump it."
Doing as he was told, Jason lay back and tucked his chin to observe with feverish eyes as Wicke rose from the bath. She had been a bit chubby a month prior, but regularly chasing him around, exercising, and having sex had tightened her figure. Her belly wasn't flat like Lillie's or Korrina's, but it had a tantalizing curve that terminated above well-groomed purple pubes and pristine-looking vulva, which, until recently, had never been parted or probed.
"I don't want to scratch my knees on the sides of the bath, so let's do it like this..." said Wicke, holding Jason's gaze as she turned around, giving him an unobstructed view of her remarkably round and fleshy bottom. Its circumference was a few centimeters less than her bust, but due to how toned it was, it appeared larger and had contours that not even a master sculptor could capture accurately.
Spreading her cheeks with her hands and bending forward, Wicke waited for Jason to regain his senses and direct the tip of his penis to the tiny but stretchy hole that denoted the entrance of her vagina. The heat it exuded never ceased to amaze him, but the sensation that followed was the type of pleasure men would fight and die for. The pressure was simultaneously crushing yet accommodating, attempting to force him out yet draw him in at the same time as she slowly seated herself.
"Mmn...I think this each time, but I could swear you're getting bigger. We should take measurements later..." remarked Wicke, closing her eyes and supporting herself using Jason's knees as she leaned forward and began bouncing her butt—slow at first, but then gradually picking up speed until a rhythmic smacking echoed throughout the bath.
'Oh, Gods in Heaven...' groaned Jason, his brows creasing to their limits, and his jaw clenching involuntarily as the stimulation from Wicke's insides adhering to and grating against his glans sent waves of numbing pleasure from the tip of his penis throughout the rest of his body. He did his best to endure, but as the numbness increased to the point he couldn't tell where his body ended and hers started, a tinging mix of precum and semen was forced out of him like he had become incontinent.
"Finished already? Or should I continue~?" asked Wicke, sitting as flush against Jason as her fleshy bottom allowed before clenching her insides and twisting her hips from side to side as if she were trying to prevent the blood maintaining his erection from flowing back into his body.
"It's impossible..." responded Jason, grabbing Wicke's sides and doing his best to regulate his breathing as he explained, "I already shot it out twice this morning, and once before lunch. I'm completely spent..."
"Lillie is a very diligent girl~" hummed Wicke, giggling amusedly. However, instead of removing herself from Jason, she remained seated, tensing and relaxing her insides while slowly grinding her hips.
Though he noticed what Wicke was doing, Jason didn't ask or tell her to stop. Instead, he activated his Faux Third Eye, causing an orange filter to be applied to his vision as the interior of Wicke's body burst into light like a human-shaped nebula. The human body had trillions of nerves, each of which became perceptible to his vision—their most common colors being a vibrant yellow and pink that pulsed with the beating of Wicke's heart.
Since it would have been awkward just lying there, quietly and still, Jason shifted his hands from Wicke's waist and began thumbing the tiny dimples above her butt. Her skin glowed like a pale pink plasma lamp wherever his fingers grazed, and by ensuring that the color never deepened past a pale red, he had gotten really good at giving massages.
With the rigidity of Jason's dwindling penis gradually returning, a broad smile developed across Wicke's closed-eyed expression as she began to slowly and deliberately roll her hips. She knew from lived experience that his penis could be spurred to remain erect with sufficient and determined stimulus. And since she quite enjoyed his warmth and the sensation of his glans scraping her insides, she spent several minutes getting him back to a full erection before leaning forward slightly and angling her hands back as she hummed, "I know you've still got one more in you..." in a practiced, sensual tone.
Understanding what Wicke expected from him, Jason grabbed her upper forearms and moved with her as she shifted forward, pulling him from his back to standing position. Then, causing her hanging breasts to shudder with each of his movements, he began to slowly but forcefully pound her from behind, sending ripples of pink light through her body and along her spine. Even after two months, he hadn't been able to get her or any of the other women he slept with to climax. But as the color pink gradually took hold in her body, Jason knew Wicke was both feeling and appreciating his efforts...
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