The cock loving Italiana was currently laying spread eagle on the couch, mouth gaping as the tips of both hands were used to thrust and rotate the fake pink dick in and out of her quivering body. Her new larger breasts jiggled as her arms moved around to pleasure herself, nipples looking almost painfully hard on top of the now porn star-sized mounds of pleasure. The snowy wind hollowing outside had nothing on the short and loud gasps escaping her mouth every second, filling the room with an erotic tingle. Sweat beads formed on her head and dripped on to the pillow she pushed her head on, as her closed eyed expression seemed to be elated that she was making this couch permanently cum-stained. Even her puffy pussy seemed to look like it was hungry for more.
Yet all Saul could do at this erotic sight was pace. Beating his limp cock wasn't doing a damned thing right now, as he was strong in sexual spirit right now, but his dumb body wasn't listening to him. Of course, he knew yelling at his over-worked little guy wouldn't help all that much at the moment.
He scoured his mind for even a hint of an idea, “Um Crissy! Can you talk dirty for me?”
The dark haired girl pace didn't slow down a second, “Oh yeah Sauly... I am just imagining? This like cock here? Is, like, yours? And its like, so hot?” Apparently she had mastered the bimbo upward inflection like a pro, whether she wanted to or not.
His eye twitched, as he did love this bimbo attitude, but tried to make it more erotic, “Uh talk about your tits!”
Instantly her right hand had a firmer grip on the neon pink shaft as the left one shot up to grope her chest and mash her jiggling flesh while making small circles with the thumb, “Oh yeah baby! I, like, love my fucking big jiggly titties! And you know? I love 'em because, like, you love them! I mean, just imaging me walking down some street in your arms, and all these sexy, like, people staring at my jiggling tits, just like, wanting them to spill out? OMG! Fuck me I could just cum, you know?!” She squealed from her last sentence as her legs gave a little buck.
Of course, her boyfriend could do very little but mouth “Oh my God...” as he watched, for the second time tonight, the miracle of breast expansion. He ran his nearly shaking fingers through his hair as he watched the pink-nailed left hand firmly massage the growing flesh. Before, bimbo Cristiana could have easily held her hand completely around the breast, but with each thrust inside of herself, her chest was less and less easy to contain as it grew like rising jello. He guessed that because of her hot “tit-talk” he just wanted to see more of them, and now those DDs had become... well just add a few more Ds to DDs and you will get an idea. They looked even more out of place on that otherwise slim body, but just the way they bucked back and forth, he couldn't help but perversely muse over what she could now stick between them, even without a good bra. Needless to say, the Crucifix she wore was gone somewhere between the fleshy canyon and he wasn't sure if she would ever find it again.
He knelt beside her and just cupped the beautiful shaking breast, they looked more comfortable than any pillow he owned now as he could see they probably stuck out from her a good 8-inches and would be impossible not to see from a mile away.
Hungrily licking his lips, he got back to his feet, “Mmm god damn it Crissy you are hot now...”
“I, like, know!” She gasped out.
He realized that she had probably orgasmed several times now, and good solid ones too. Was she ever going to stop? Would she even want to? Her new brain-dead personality suggested that she wouldn't have the willpower to even rub the brain cells together to think about anything else but that hungry wet pussy of hers. He bet though, her new personality would know more about sex though, despite being dumbed down in all other ways.
“Hey Crissy? Any ideas on how to make this cock up and ready again?”
Again, her self pleasuring session proved to be uninterrupted anything which wasn't sex related, “Just, like, relax! I have banged lots of sexy people Sauly and that is almost, like, always the cure.”
Relax? How in the name of these holy giant tits could he relax? The athletic, modest girl was a mere memory in front of these mammories, and apparently it was all because of some pink drink? Shouldn't the elixir effect him more than her? And where the hell had it come from? That was a great question, maybe he should...
His closed his eyes as his girlfriend had just bounced to her feet and mashed her fat lips against his. The soft and plump feeling on his lower face was liberating as she pulled back with a wet smack, “Sorry babe... I just thought, like, my boobies were driving you a bit crazy? So I was like, hey lets just fuck instead!”
Shaking his head, Saul let out a big sigh, “Alright alright... I am relaxing... I just need to learn to deal with these changes...”
“Like... What changes? I am not changing my mind at all bud!” She poked his chest playfully, “I wanna fuck and we are fucking, like, that's that!” She giggled as she pushed the table out of the way and onto another section of the plush carpeting.
Wait didn't he just have cheap hard-wood, where had this beige and soft carpet come from?
Cristiana stretched her olive-skinned body to the roof in as sexy as a way as a purely-sexual person could before kneeling towards him, tapping on the carpet“So can I like, be your sex teacher today?”
Saul sat his still clothed ass down where she gestured and nodded, “Yeah sure...” He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he also knew the faster they got at it, the better.
“Lay on your back, and like, lesson one will start okay?” Her torso dominating breasts shook left and right as she gave a high-pitched giggle.
Slowly lowering himself back, he waited with anticipation as she crawled around his body like an animal-like sway in her hips before she got to his head. She purred, “Now this is, like, what we professionals call a Sexy-nine position...” Her nude body positioned itself right over him, sexy hips wiggling over his head as she started to rub the soft shaft outside his jeans.
Hungrily he grabbed her hips, “I know what 69ing is Crissy!” He felt cocky and started to wiggle his tongue right into her fat, juicy pussy lips.
She groaned, “Okay not bad...” She started to really shove her lips on his mouth though, when her nails circled the head of his shaft, causing it to pump back to life.
Pulling his mouth free he managed to muffle out his happiness, “Yes! Its back and ready to fuck your hot ass!”
However in one swift move, the woman showed her experience as her left hand made a slow but deliberate jerking motion on his balls and shaft and completely swallowed his cock with her ruby lips. Her dripping snatch was put right back into Saul's face and he gave a giant groan as he felt his whole sex was enveloped by a warm and sucking tunnel which had a rubbing tongue all over his little head.
His groan grew louder as he felt pressure explode into his groin, “Oh shit no... no... no...”. He knew another orgasm was coming, fast. But without learning anything from this lesson yet, he felt that he was powerless to his body's need to release into this wet-dream version of his girlfriend.
Continuing to tongue his girlfriend, he hoped desperately that she would at least cum while he did, when he suddenly had a wonderfully odd sensation. Cristiana, in a quick move, had moved her mouth off the cock and hands onto the crotch base just above the dick, giving it a slow massage, he heard her warmly giggle, “I don't know how to make a guy hard, like, right after cumming, but I do know how to make him not cum! Now just absorb that cum or whatever guys do... And keep fucking hard!”
It sounded silly, but by just focusing hard on not cumming, plus whatever massage trick she was doing, the pressure temporally subsided as he just felt hard and horny as ever. Her hot snatch left his face just after and she crawled down the rest of him. He panted hard, the smell of pussy juice now stained in his nostrils, “Holy shit Cris... Thank you...” His cock still wobbled appreciatively, ready for action.
She winked, “Well of course silly! I need that dick hard! Now lean against this tv stand....”
Saul graciously complied, sliding his ass against the below-waist level stand which stood at an angle to the rest of the room. He rested his hand against the wood and just looked at his own hard cock, “Uh so what do I do?”
“Not a fucking thing... I, like, just want you dick in me? You understand?” She put her hands on the pale wall and gritted her teeth as her bulls-eyed her ass onto his crotch, his cock excitedly being enveloped by her very wet folds. Saul was at a loss as he watched her fat tits shake and bob up and down, nearly smacking her at the chin. He had felt quite an arrange of emotions recently, both up and down, but now he felt like he was back on the ball. He could fuck this bimbo while learning more about the fantastic art of sex. However, as great as her ass was now, the flesh mashing against his crotch, he just watched those new tits sway, reminding him of the power he still had over her and perhaps even reality, if the new carpets were any indication.
He decided to ask for more dirty talk, since that went damned well last time, “Hey Crissy...”
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