Thanking Priscilla

Priscilla had invited me to her home for a meal - she'd apparently special ordered something. It wasn't like delivery, more like those cake shops, though the specific meal looked more like the sort of thing you'd get at an upscale Italian place. I didn't know if it was a rich people thing or something local to the universe, but I did know it was delicious, as I slurped up the spaghetti hungrily. She just smiled as she watched me eat, chin coming to rest on the back of her hand. Her own feeding process was more laid back, the occasional nibble of garlic bread or gentle bite.

"Did you enjoy your night with... Jajie?" Priscilla asked, wearing the smuggest grin ever.

"I did. Thank you for that, again." It wasn't the first time I'd thanked her, but the whole thing was... incredible. "It's Jaja, by the way," I noted; she very obviously took that note and placed it in the circular file.

"I think I've figured you out, Roger," she said, pointing her fork at me - then going back to eating. There was an obvious smugness written in her pose, as she clearly wanted me to be the one to ask what it was that she had figured out.

As such, I decided not to. I just went back to eating, and after a couple seconds, she let out a long-suffering snort-sigh.

"You like variety," Priscilla declared, her hazel eyes staring at me analytically. "It's normally a female preference, that's why I didn't notice it at first. That's why you sleep with so many different employees of Star Heroic. It does make me curious why you didn't simply ask for that from me, but I suppose that I understand that many men are..." she managed to daintily slurp up a long string of spaghetti as she paused, "shy about such things. You don't have to be with me. I'm very happy to indulge a handsome man like yourself."

I was lucky that I had been eating so voraciously, because I was rock hard from those words. She had this delightfully seductive edge to her words in a way that honestly, no other woman in this world quite managed. They were all trying to be seductive and all that, sure, but they tended to come off as boisterous and masculine to my ear. Priscilla actually sounded a tad feminine in her style, more... subtle and leading, and I did like it. It was vaguely nostalgic, not that I was on the receiving end of that kind of treatment back home. "That does sound very nice," I admitted.

She smugly leaned back in her seat, taking another nibble of her bread. "Finish your food, first, Roger," she said.

I ate, contemplating all the many, many possibilities. It was effectively a blank canvas. If I wanted a tall, muscular girl, she could do that; shortstack, fine; if I wanted one of our married coworkers, sure, she could manage that; if I wanted some actress or movie star or whatever else, that too could be delivered. In effect, I was confronted with the question of who the most physically attractive woman in the world is, which is unanswerable.

I decided to tighten my search area. If Priscilla was willing to do this once, she'd be willing to do it again in the future, and whatever ideas I had later could be used then, so I didn't need to pick out the absolute best thing. The tighter search area was variations on Priscilla's body - and then I rapidly hit upon what I wanted, as I finished my meal. "I want you, but with much, much, bigger breasts," I said, making her let out a chortle of desire.

"Mmm? A tighter pussy too?" She prompted, as she slid her chair back, taking her half-finished plate and carrying it over to put in the fridge. "Bigger clit?"

"Maybe later," I told her, and she quirked an eyebrow curiously, as I rapidly approached her. My hand groped her ass as I pulled her against me, making sure that she could feel my hard-on. Back in my old world, it might have been way too forward - in this one, though, it was like a girl telling you how wet she was. "You'll understand once we do it." I hefted her up into the air, making her let out a small, pleased noise of surprise, her arms soon wrapping around my neck as I carried her at superhuman speeds over to the bedroom, lying her down on the bed. I stripped her - slowly, from my perspective, admiring her slim legs as her black dress slid away from them, popping off her surprisingly sensual pink lingerie, and then I had her lying naked on the bed before me, my cock threatening to just explode out of my pants. "The breasts," I panted out, as I hurriedly took off my clothes.

She obediently let her breasts swell - but not that much. She was a fairly slim girl as it was, a B-cup gauging by her discarded bra, and now she had breasts more like Kate's in terms of size. I guess it was probably somewhat reasonable, if a girl asked me to make my dick bigger I probably would add an inch or two in length and girth rather than make a giant monster of a thing straight away. "Bigger than that," I told her, and then I held my hands out above her breasts to impress upon her just how big I wanted them.

I wanted them huge. I wanted them as big as Jaja's, but on a smaller frame. Her lips curled up into a wicked grin as she saw my needs, and met them. Either breast was as big as her head, and my cock throbbed in the air, a little precum dribbling out. "Good enough?" She asked.

"Great," I told her. "Can you increase the length of my cock? Not the thickness," I noted - she idly reached up to clasp my wrist, pulling my hand down against her breast, and my dick began to grow. I was normally about seven inches, but my cock kept growing, and growing, eventually hitting a full twelve inches even as it twitched in the air. It looked a bit odd, given that it kept the same thickness, but I definitely didn't want it to be.

"Now, what is the next step of this little plan of yours?" She asked. One hand remained on my wrist, holding my hand against her voluminous breast, smiling when I squeezed it. It was deliciously soft in my grasp, almost pillowy despite its gravity-defying size.

"Increase how much you salivate," I told her, and she nodded curiously, wiggling for a moment, then letting her tongue stretch out - for three full inches, as if to demonstrate she could do a lot more than just that.

"Ah," she said, seeming to realize where I was going with this. "I have seen this position, I think - I lie over the edge of the bed, and you can caress and play with me as you use my face, correct? A bit odd, but-"

"No." Honestly, that did sound hot... but Priscilla was also partly sexy because she was a rather dominant girl, and extremely giving as well. Just passively using her body didn't sound right. I laid down on the bed, my newly-enlarged cock bouncing in the air, and she watched it with interest. "You wrap your tits around my dick, salivate, and massage it. Probably suck it a little, once you've gotten it going properly. It's called a titfuck."

"I have never heard of it," she answered honestly. I wasn't surprised - Tsuru hadn't either, and finding it in porn was a huge pain, since searches tended to find girls with big dicks fucking, in the same way you'd expect a search like 'dick fuck' to find guys with big dicks fucking. "But it does sound quite interesting," she said, licking her lips as she moved to crawl in between my legs. "A sort of teasing thing, like a thighjob?" She suggested.

"No," I told her, as she wrapped her breasts around my dick. "I definitely want to come from this," I told her, earning a soft laugh. "Start drooling, it feels better when your tits are wet," I told her.

She let out a ludicrously thick spout of saliva the moment that I gave that order, like she'd turned a water bottle upside down and was just letting it drain out onto her tits. My cock throbbed and twitched at the warm wetness as it enveloped me, as it slid down into the valley of her tits, as it massaged and teased my length. After only a second or two, she had finished gushing out enough to leave the inner sides of her tits shiny with spit, and leave my passage through her tits utterly soaked.

Despite how big she had made her tits, when she mashed them around the base of my dick, the top few inches of my cock poked up at her face, teasing her lips. More accurately, teasing me with the possibility of those lips - and her tongue lashed out for it, far too long and flexible to be natural, but it felt amazing, as it slid along my cockhead, her hazel eyes staring up at me. It was like she was daring me to complain about her innovation on the titfuck concept - but, naturally, I had no such complaints to make.

A few mere moments later, her lips wrapped around the tip of my dick, and the sensations intensified in how pleasurable they were a hundredfold. I groaned, suddenly bucking my hips frantically, pumping away at her freshly-made fat tits, and she hummed pleasantly around my cock, hazel eyes staring up at me, daring me to come - I promptly did so, groaning as I ejaculated into her mouth. It wasn't a torrential gush, just a light splattering, but she hummed pleasantly at the taste, waiting for me to finish coming before popping her lips off my cock, idly toying with the cum in her mouth.

Of course, I was still hard, and she was still massaging my dick with her tits as she savored my flavor. Presumably, she'd changed it into something tastier than the "salty" which was its natural flavor, because she was clearly relishing it. When she finally gulped down my cum, she spoke up. "Hmm... how many times will I make you come this way?" She teased.

She was sexy, as she continued to rub her tits into my dick, staring up at me with a hint of lust to her gaze. "You know... I really like what you did with Xico and Nora's bodies, making them more sensitive," I told her. She grinned like a cat at that, leaning forward to kiss my dick again. "It was incredibly fun."

"That is very tempting, but I'm not some type of teen girl who orgasms just from mashing her tits into a boy," she replied, before moving to lick at my cockhead, tongue swirling around and around my tip in long, loving, circular movements. Eventually, she sucked it deeper into her mouth, taking it, pressing and sliding her tongue down my length, so deep down that her tongue went in between her breasts, making its way all the way down to my balls and teasing them as well.

I gasped and panted at the feeling, intensified by hypersensitivity, resisting the urge to just grab the back of her head for only a moment before remembering that she wouldn't give a damn. I grabbed the back of her head and mashed her face into her tits, and a moment later, my pleasure spiked even further, my eyes rolling up as I came anew into her mouth, splattering the inside of her mouth with a fresh load of my cum, this one feeling thicker, more plentiful, as it sprayed out into her pretty mouth, her hazel eyes leering up at me in delight as it just gushed out.

That orgasm stopped as suddenly as it started, and there was no panting on my part, no desperate need to catch my breath to recover. I let her head up, and she popped off, once more just swilling my cum with delight at my flavor, even going so far as to present to me her tongue as it held my cum on it, grinning as she saw the way my cock twitched in response to the show. She gulped it down a moment later. "Now, Roger... what, exactly, do you want to do next? Should I continue with what I've been doing?" Her hands remained on her breasts as she spoke, idly rubbing them all over my cock. "We can do it until you get tired of it," she said, with a certain smirk. "It is my first time attempting this particular act."

It was tempting. Very tempting. But it was also obvious to me that this wasn't what she wanted to focus on. I understood the feeling: if I'd been in a similar situation, some girl obsessed with thighjobs, I probably wouldn't have had the heart to tell her that I wanted her cunt and she should just bend over and let me fuck it. I decided to be a good boy and make sure Priscilla enjoyed herself too. "No, that was good enough. Make my cock whatever you think is the perfect size," I told her, making her let out a small laugh - my length vanished into her breasts, but I felt as the flesh got tighter around me, as my dick got girthier.

When it was properly sized for her tastes, I gently pushed her up and off me. My cock was a tad longer than it normally was - just an inch or two - but it was as thick as my wrist, now. With Priscilla's generally slim figure, it produced the vague worry that it would completely wreck her, but she had been the one to select it. I just got in between her legs, aiming my dick at her pink sex, and thrust inside. She gasped at the feeling, her eyes widening for a moment, but she definitely wasn't in pain. I reached down for her hands, taking one in either of mine, fingers lacing together with hers - and then I started to fuck away.

I started to come mere moments later, the semen spilling out of me in a torrent, but I kept going despite it, spraying cum all over her waiting pussy. Every thrust and buck of my hips drew a lewd noise from the woman beneath me, her body squirming faintly in reply to my hard cock ramming away. Her breasts were the most obvious part - they were still full, enormous, and gravity defying, and they bounced with every thrust. "Ha, you don't, hesitate, when there's something, you want, do you?"

"I don't," I agreed, grunting as my orgasm finally seemed to cut off. I was no more tired than I had been, there was no temptation to stop, no painful sensitivity - there was just a sexy, dark-skinned woman, with large, delicious breasts, and a tight pussy for the fucking. My fingers squeezed her own, gripping her tightly as I enjoyed her body. "Fuck," I breathed, as I realized she hadn't come yet. "Make your clit bigger," I ordered her.

My tone of voice earned a faint chortle from her, a lopsided grin on her face, but she obeyed anyway, and I reached down in between her thighs, gently rubbing the newly-engorged clit. It was the size of the first couple phalanges of my pinky finger, and it was shockingly sensitive - only a few brisk brushes of my fingertips against it sent her over the edge, spasming beneath me.

Given that she had been hard to convince to make herself more sensitive, I avoided any bullying. It may have been fun with Mira, but Priscilla could actually, physically, make it impossible for her to come, and I didn't want that. "You're so hot," I breathed out, my voice husky with lust - and a moment later, I was coming again, pleasure surging up my spine as white cum deposited itself in her waiting pussy. "Fuck. Tight, too," I grunted, as my pace accelerated inside her still further, drawing on my superhuman speed to do so.

My fingers on her clit, from my perspective, kept going at the same pace - but from hers, they intensified to the point of insanity, because she started gasping and twitching, writhing beneath me in pleasure. Her free hand, the one I didn't have pinned, reached up for me, brushing along my bare chest, her fingers slowly running along my neck, up to my cheek and chin, then pulling me down into a hungry kiss. A too-long tongue began to dance inside my mouth, stimulating my gums, and I just started to come all over again.

I was like a torrent, and I had found her actual weakpoint - or perhaps she had just finally decided to give herself one. EIther way, it was ecstasy on both our parts, our orgasms hitting fast and hard, one after the other. Wet noises escaped our lips as we made out like that, and I only occasionally broke off the kiss to suck in a quick breath. She never needed to, meaning that our kiss went on as long as I wanted. Her breasts pushed and mashed against my chest, sharp nipples scraping across my bare skin, while her free hand continued to explore my body, slithering along my chest, around to my back. I let go of her hand, allowing her to bring her other hand up to caress my back.

Her legs wound up sliding their way around my hips at some point, locking together on either side of me. Sometimes, when she came, there would be a momentary, overwhelming strength in those legs, perhaps having artificially strengthened her muscles. When that happened, I would be yanked deep inside her, ground against her pussy, and just come and come for what felt like minutes, my brain seeming to completely fry.

The sheer quantity of cum I deposited in her was genuinely absurd. I had to assume part of the point of the meal was to fatten me up and make sure I had the raw material to come this much, because there could not have been that much in me without the involvement of her power. By my tenth orgasm, it was more like I was sloshing in her pussy, the tight fit my engorged dick made inside her serving to not let the cum out, instead compressing it before releasing. At times, the seal would break - and then the cum would simply spray out, so much built-up pressure producing a squirting spray of my own semen, which, at the moment, smelled like some particularly sweet and delicious fruit.

With my heavy abuse of my superspeed and Priscilla's obvious work to make me completely tireless, I lost all track of time. I could barely keep track of my orgasms. By the end of it, was it thirty times? Forty? Still, she suddenly pushed me back, panting and gasping desperately for air as my cock suddenly lost its endless endurance and enormous size. There was a wet sound as she leaked out my cum, just dribbling it out onto the bed like somebody had spilled coconut milk or something all over the place. I pulled out, panting on my knees, admiring her naked body - she had, at least, kept the obscene tits, and my hands reached for them a moment later, squeezing and caressing them.

"Ha... you are insatiable," she said, smiling. "Even with all that..." She licked her lips. "You know, no other woman can make you come like I can..." Her own hands reached up for my chest, sliding across my pecs, gently caressing their shape.

That was true. "There's more to sex than just orgasms," I said, making her pout softly. "If you just want a guy who puts out, can't you just take any random dude, resculpt his body, and fuck him silly?"

She let out a small laugh at that. "A tempting idea, Roger... but I'd prefer not to actually enact the plot of some Studio Gancanagh game."

"What's that?" I asked, curiously. There was a momentary widening of her eyes.

"Ah, forget it. Please don't look it up."

"I'm going to look it up. You can tell me now, or I can find out later."

She sighed, but there was a smile to her lips anyway. "A Japanese company which makes pornographic material. It tends to focus on themes of mind control and mind break - you know, I have come so much, now I am your slave, sorts of scenarios. Obviously, I don't want to do that sort of thing in real life. It would be wrong, and, further, a lot of work. Still, it's hard to find any... pornographic material that features the man orgasming a hundred times in the space of an hour which doesn't involve such themes of intense body modification."

"We could roleplay," I suggested. She let out a laugh at that, staring up at me a moment later as she realized I wasn't joking. "What would I do, in this sort of scenario?"

"God... you really are just..." her fingertips trailed across my bare skin. "So insatiable. Delicious. Mm... fuck." She tossed her head back. "Right. You would be my captive," she said, and I obediently laid down. "Ah, goddammit," she said, as she rose, seeing the gushing of cum out of her pussy - then it appeared to get suddenly slurped up, like her cunt was a vacuum cleaner. A few seconds later, the bed was pretty much clear of it, and she turned to me. "Right. You would be my captive. I would have made various modifications to your body." Her fingertips brushed against my nipple, and there was an electric feeling there, intense pleasure. "So much that you would be able to come from having your nipples played with alone," she said, one finger on either nipple, making ginger, circular motions - my cock throbbed as sheer pleasure ran through my whole body. "A kiss could drive you over the edge," she continued, leaning down to kiss me on the lips.

I came. Obviously. It wasn't one of the huge torrents, just a normal splurt of cum which fired up out of my dick and back down onto the bed. She wasn't even touching it, as her lips pressed against mine - she wasn't even above it, to get some of my cum smeared on her bare skin. She panted into my mouth, heavy breaths tickling my tonsils for a moment as she kept up the kiss, then popped her lips back. "What else?"

She giggled at that. "Well, at first, you hate me. There are so many plots to explain this..."

"Let's just say it's because you kidnapped me," I suggested. She quirked an eyebrow, and I kept explaining. "You're one of those... yandere?" She nodded. "Types, and so you kidnapped me to make me your man."

"I quite like that," she said, smiling as she moved above me. As her pussy kissed at my cock, I groaned, the pleasure intensifying again, rapidly spiking until I was in deadly danger of coming. My fingers bunched up around the blankets beneath me, and she groaned. "Say 'uncle' if I go too far - but knowing you, I doubt it," she noted. "You're mine today, Roger. Every day. You're my man. My sex slave." My cock twitched, rubbing along the line of her sex, smearing precum against it as I threatened to explode at any moment. "Your body isn't capable of anything but sex any longer... even walking will be difficult. You're an orgasming meat dildo."

As if to emphasize the point, she slammed herself down my dick, enveloping me in a single stroke, and I gasped and jerked and spasmed as white-hot pleasure laced all the way from my cock up to my brain. I completely lost all sense for several long, extremely pleasurable seconds, my vision becoming an array of colorful splotches as blood drained towards my cock. My hands brainlessly reached up for her hips, starting to pump her away, using her unbelievably perfectly molded pussy to jerk off my cock like a man possessed. She let out a hot laugh, losing herself in the moment herself as well, dark fingers sliding across my bare stomach and chest, sending yet more tingles of pleasure through me.

She absolutely must have done something to prohibit me from coming, yet it wasn't that sense of nearly coming but not being able to. It was like the surge of the peaks of pleasure that precede the orgasm itself, just the moment that it feels amazing, but that isn't moments away from coming - yet it just stretched on, and on, and on, endlessly, without ceasing or ebbing. My breathing became erratic with need and desire as the pleasure just overtook me - at some point in there, I wound up completely forgetting the roleplaying, twisting her body around on my dick as I forced her onto her back, rutting away mindlessly like a wild animal.

"You've, completely, forgotten," she sputtered out, my forceful thrusts making it hard for her to speak - then she let out a laugh, shaking her head. "You aren't even roleplaying any more, are you, Roger?" Her voice was smooth again, her tits bouncing and jiggling beneath me. I just grunted animalistically at her, my hands still holding her hips firmly.

She did something then, and I hit the orgasmic peak that should have come minutes - hours, days - prior, instantly slamming deep inside her and just gushing out cum like it was going out of style. Her fingers trailed along my body, again, each place they touched seeming to be electrified with pleasure. My toes curled as my vision went blotchy again, and I collapsed atop her for a moment, before she twisted me back around, forcing me down onto my back once more and starting to ride me again.

As she rode me, she spoke on occasion. She would let out some terrible line that obviously came from porno. Sometimes it would be with gusto, particularly when her oversized clit had just brushed against my pelvis and that intense spike of pleasure led her to a more intense lust; other times, it was almost half-comic, half-deprecating, knowing it was cheesy and ridiculous but enjoying it anyway. Particularly given I was well beyond the point of being able to argue with her.

Things like, "This is what you are, now, Roger! Even your own father wouldn't recognize his wanton slut of a son!" "You are nothing but a horny breeder now, fit only for fucking and sucking!" "You're going to be mine forever, you slut, mine, inescapably mine!" "I will imprint my pussy on your cock and your brain!" "Do you want it? Do you want to come inside? Do you want to breed me? I control your orgasms, you have to beg."

That last line didn't produce anything verbal from me - I was too out of it to really talk, just letting the pleasure wash over me, occasionally nodding or shaking my head as my hips bucked up against her. My hands gripped her hips, as I lacked the awareness to even remember that I could tease her clit to make her feel better. At that point, she grinned. "That mouth of yours isn't for talking - it's for eating pussy," she explained, taking one hand, sliding it slowly up my throat all the way to my mouth, slipping past my lips.

The feeling of her fingertip on my tongue was shockingly good. I don't know how to describe it, really - it was like sex, in my mouth. It was like my tongue had become an erogenous zone, and it was exactly as sensitive as all my other erogenous zones really were. "If I just made you eat pussy every day, you wouldn't even mind... that's how completely I've transmuted your body," she explained, rubbing her finger along my tongue in a way that made my entire body vibrate, a shiver of pleasure running along me as she twisted the finger around to brush against my palate, my toes going wild.

Then, finally, she let me come again, and I surged to attention at that moment, sucking hard on her fingertip as I frantically slammed her on my dick, completely losing sight of anything sensible as I came and came. I may even have been using my superspeed - I honestly don't know, I was staring at her body but I was also going at her at the same time, so every movement on her part was going to appear at a similar speed. Whatever the case, when that gushing, endless orgasm, finally finished, I collapsed, panting, a mess on the bed.

She popped off my cock at that point, sitting down on the edge of the bed for a moment, her legs kicking at the air. She let out a long sigh, glancing back at me. "That was really quite something, Roger," she said, giving my stomach a pat. The electricity had faded, my body having been returned to its baseline sensitivity. "You probably need something more to eat - I'll see about having something delivered. Any preferences?"

"Pizza," I breathed. "Pepperoni."

She let out a laugh. "I was thinking a bit classier than that, but if it's your preference..." she reached for the nightstand, collecting her phone and calling and lodging the order.

The sex had been sufficiently intense that, when the pizza finally did arrive, she wound up having to jolt me back to full energy - I wound up eating only in my shirt and underwear anyway, enjoying the way she eyed up my ass and legs as I did so, her tongue hungrily flashing out past her lips.

We did have sex afterwards, but, I did not have her send me to endless mind-breaking orgasmic bliss again. Not that evening, anyway.