Big Dicks Have Consequences: Mako (Side A)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Mako had a problem.

He’d gotten home fine, there was no problem there. No Bolin or Korra around to bother him, he had the whole apartment to himself for the rest of the evening…

But he couldn’t get that guy’s dick out of his head.

The damn bastard that walked up to their table unannounced had such a huge swinging schlong. That kind of dick shouldn’t be legal to have out for unsuspecting eyes considering the effect it had on others. What if a driver had seen him!

Mako’s own cock was so hard it was becoming painful. But every time he tried to clear his mind, he kept thinking about Asami… about their wonderful date… and then that guy’s dick. The loop was incessant. Iit wasn’t like it felt bad to be horny, just a bit strange and annoying.

A plan to relax after his date was quickly becoming an impossibility. There were no cum storage receptacles around either, since Bolin’s Avatar sized crush had kept him so hormonal. Maybe he should go back and check out that new whore house? Could he even make it that far with this throbbing erection?

Without a better plan, he left his apartment once more. Tucking himself into his own waistband with a frustrated huff.

Mako rounded the corner, his eyes immediately drawn to the small garden tucked between the gray, ugly tenement buildings. Mrs. Mei was bent over her plants, still coaxing life out of the unlikely patch of green at this late hour. She moved with calm familiarity, her loose, billowy blouse dipping low as she worked, her large, pendulous breasts swaying freely with each motion. With no bra to support them, her breasts hung low, separated naturally, their full, heavy weight entirely unrestrained by her clothing.

Mrs. Mei looked up as he approached, her familiar smile breaking across her face. He’d known her for years; she was one of the few adults who had helped him and Bolin out during their roughest times on the streets. Yet tonight, as he took in her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying freely beneath her loose blouse, he saw her in a completely new light.

The sight made Mako pause, his heart pounding as he took in the mesmerizing view. Her chest was nothing like the perkiness he was used to in the women he usually went after. These were sagging, soft from age and motherhood, breasts that seemed as comfortable and confident as the woman herself. If he weren’t so desperately aroused, he might have felt a flicker of embarrassment. But right now, his cock was hard, pressing uncomfortably against his pants, and he was in no mood to be picky.

“Well, if it isn’t my busy little bee,” she greeted him with a chuckle as she stood up, her hands on her wide hips. Her gaze flicked down, landing on the prominent bulge in his pants, and she arched an eyebrow knowingly. “You look like you’re carrying quite a load there, Mako.”

He flushed, unable to hold back a small laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… it’s been a weird night,” he admitted, unable to keep the embarrassment from his voice.

“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow as her gaze returned to his groin. A subtle shift of her feet sent those enormous hanging slabs of tit-flesh wobbling around under her top.. “Sounds like there’s a story there. Care to share, honey?”

He took a deep breath, then let the words spill out, explaining recent events briefly, “-and I was out with Asami, and this noble showed up. Right at the table when I was trying to work the load out. He was just… massive. His cock was huge, just… swinging there, soft.”

Mrs. Mei’s expression turned thoughtful as she nodded, clearly understanding his predicament. “Ah, a big ol’ pecker, huh? Bigger the dick, bigger the horny—that’s the saying.” She chuckled, folding her arms across her chest, compressing their heavy, rounded shapes, making their softness shift in ways that caught his eye. “But tell me, Mako—didn’t that rich girl take care of you after that? You’re walking around looking ready to burst, and she let you go like this?”

“Oh, she did!” Mako replied quickly, his face reddening as he remembered. “She actually gave me a titfuck, and her breasts… well, they’re beautiful. Just… perfect. The best I’ve ever had or seen!”

Realizing what he’d said, Mako’s gaze dropped to Mrs. Mei’s chest, feeling a pang of embarrassment. But Mrs. Mei only let out a low, hearty laugh, clearly not offended.

“Oh, don’t you worry, honey,” she said, her eyes twinkling, and enormous breasts still wobbling, “They might not be beautiful, but these big mamas have emptied more balls than I can count. Now, I bet you’d like old Mei to milk those balls of yours, hmm?”

Mako’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and embarrassment flooding him as he met her gaze. It was strange, talking like this with someone he’d known before he’d even started making seed, but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted the relief she was offering. “Well, I… yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” he admitted, feeling his pulse quicken. “I could… tell you more about that noble’s big, juicy cock in exchange.”

Mrs. Mei chuckled, clearly amused. “I don’t suppose you managed to snag any of that Noble Dong Sauce, did you?” she asked wryly. “Shame—could’ve added a bit of rare flavor to my collection.” She let out a sigh, her gaze still warm. “But I’ll take what I can get. Just so you know, though, I’m not having you up to my place and bouncing these mamas on your lap for an hour. Just quick and dirty right here.”

Mako managed a small, grateful smile, the tension between them shifting as she began to unwind her shawl and drape it over the nearby half-wall. Then, she adjusted her blouse, tugging down the wide neckline with a practiced hand. The loose fabric fell low, and with a gentle lift, she hefted free one full, pendulous breast, then the other, letting the heavy, soft mounds hang openly in the cool evening air.

Mako’s mouth went dry as he watched her large, pendulous breasts spill free. Each breast hung low, soft with age, but their sheer size was incredible. Her areolas were massive and purplish, nearly the size of Asami’s entire breasts, and at the center of each, thick, cylindrical nipples protruded proudly, like oversized thimbles that pointed downwards, close to her waist.

They weren’t what anyone would call “beautiful” in the typical sense. Her breasts didn’t have the perky, round allure of youth. No, these were the breasts of a woman who’d lived, who’d known both pleasure and hard work, and they were unapologetically bold in their sheer size and presence. And yet, Mako couldn’t deny the thrill that tightened his stomach at the thought of getting a titfuck from them. There was something about it—the fact that it was Mrs. Mei’s breasts, after all—that made the prospect feel incredibly intense, almost forbidden.

In some strange way, he realized, there was something powerful about such massive breasts. These weren’t for delicate things; they were built for milking really big cocks, for satisfying and emptying even the biggest men… and here he was, about to slide in between them.

Without missing a beat, she turned and reached down to a large pot beside her garden, took off its clay lid, and dipped her hand into a thick, glistening lubricant. Scooping out a generous amount, she began to work it over her breasts, her hands gliding over the soft, full flesh with practiced ease. Her massive, pendulous breasts gleamed in the dim light, each stroke of her hands making her thick, cylindrical nipples stand out against her skin.

She looked up, catching him staring, and her smile grew wider. “Nothing but the best for one of my boys,” she murmured with a wink, then beckoned him closer, pressing her hands to the undersides of her breasts, lifting them as they pooled out in her palms, creating a snug, inviting gap. “Come on, Mako, let’s see what that noble left you needing.”

Swallowing hard, he undid his pants, letting them drop as he stepped forward, feeling a strange thrill as he exposed himself to her. It felt intimate in a way he hadn’t expected, yet Mrs. Mei’s warm smile reassured him.

“No need to be shy.” she murmured, planting her palms against the outer curves of her breasts. Her fingers sank deep into the pillowy softness, her grip firm but gentle as she curled her fingers into the warm, pliant flesh. Slowly, she pressed inward, her fingers kneading as she lifted the heavy mounds to create a perfect, cock-sized gap right in the center. “Just let me take care of you, Mako. It’s what these are for, after all.”

Mako’s cock twitched, a bead of precum leaking from the tip as she leaned forward. She dipped her torso slightly, letting her breasts hang lower as she adjusted her grip, guiding him into place. With one smooth motion, she pressed her inner curves against his length, sealing him inside the soft, pillowy embrace of her breasts. Her skin was warm and absolutely slippery with oil as the musky, earthy scent of the evening air wrapped around them.

Mako braced his hands on the wall behind Mrs. Mei, leaning forward as she nestled his hard cock between her breasts, letting out a sigh as he tried to picture Asami’s face instead. He closed his eyes, imagining her far more delicate and beautiful curves, the perfect shape of her body, how her chest would look pressed up against him. But Mrs. Mei wasn’t about to let him stay in that fantasy.

“Now, now,” she murmured, pressing her breasts more firmly against him and giving his hardness a squeeze with her soft, heavy flesh. “Don’t forget to tell me about that monster cock that got this little guy all worked up.”

Her tone was almost teasing, and Mako felt his cheeks burn at the comment. He knew her “little guy” remark had less to do with his actual size and more to do with how her massive, pendulous breasts completely dwarfed his shaft. They’d dwarf basically any average guy’s dick. Still, he felt a sting of embarrassment, but that was quickly drowned out by the sheer tactile pleasure and his intense arousal.

“Uh yea. Huge. Dead-soft, I swear. Hung heavy. Like half-way down his thighs. Uncut, his foreskin was something else. Wrapped all the way even to the head, just the tip.”

She laughed, nodding with enthusiasm even as she rocked her whole body up and down, “Oooh. All that skin, bet he’s just marinating in smelly dickcheese. My faaaavorite seasoning.”

Mako liked it too but the truth was he wasn’t a supplier when it came to dickcheese. Even after a grueling Probending match, when he was at his sweatiest, he’d only scrape enough for a few fleeting tastes– a little dab under his short bit of foreskin or under his nuts, just enough tang for him, but never enough for someone’s meal. Certainly not anything close to what Mrs. Mei was so excited about.

“So yea…” He continued and his tone grew more animated, almost reverent. “...his balls… they were just fat, low-hanging, like they were ready to… pour out the thickest, richest sauce you could imagine."

Mrs. Mei’s breath hitched, and she bit her lip, her expression now fully mirroring his own fascination. “Well, that sounds like… an unforgettable sight,” she murmured, her tone hushed as though savoring every detail he described. She paused, her gaze flicking up to meet his, her eyes gleaming with renewed purpose.

He let out a low groan as she adjusted her grip, tightening around him. The pressure was incredible—the plush, pliant warmth of her breasts surrounding his cock completely, and every slight movement sent a delicious friction rippling along his length.

“But that highborn didn’t even get hard?” she purred, giving him a teasing smile as she began to move, her hands pressing inward, keeping the pressure steady as she lifted and lowered her breasts along his shaft. Her skin slid smoothly over him, her breasts molding and shifting to his shape, each squeeze and press bringing new sensations as she worked him deeper into her softness. “Just swing it around like that was enough. Real cock-tease, that one.”

A new facet of the newborn Large Penis Appreciation normality bloomed in Mako’s mind. Created in the moment by the natural social interactions of two members of society, evolving and twisting and passing from person to person as was a normality’s wont, creating a brand new twist to the ever changing culture of Republic City and soon enough the world. A cock-tease wasn’t about women playing coy or holding back (indeed, that rarely happened given the widespread need and expectation for full balls to gush forth their bounty for the benefit of all). A cock-tease was a man– a man with a big, enviable cock who would catch everyone’s attention, stir up that simmering excitement, and then… leave them hanging.

It was practically an unspoken sin, flaunting that size and power without giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing it fully in action, without that natural progression to something impressive: a proper hard-on, a meaty slap or a swing, a good messy release, or, if they were lucky, a round of potentially pussy-taming sex.

Mako felt a new wave of irritation at the memory, the way the noble had swung his oversized cock around, practically begging everyone to stare and wonder. And for what? Nothing but frustration in the end.

“Exactly.” he said, more fired up now that Mrs. Mei had put it into words, “It’s like he wanted us all to see it but couldn’t be bothered to.. Actually show us what it could do.”

There was a strange deja vu sensation in Mako’s mind suddenly. Hadn’t Asami and he wanted the noble to leave? At the time he’d wanted that big hanging noble dick anywhere but right at their table… But Mrs. Mei’s constantly bobbing squeezing tits and her next words pushed such odd notions out of his head entirely.

“You’d think a highborn man like that would be a little more considerate of his audience.”

“Right?” Mako replied, his voice coming out in a shuddering gasp. “It was like he didn’t even care. I think Asami was about to… I dunno, suck the sauce right out of him.”

Mrs. Mei’s laugh was loud and bawdy, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement as she continued to work him with expert, steady strokes. “Oh, I’d bet she would have. Still. Highborn like that probably has his big dong sucked from dawn till dusk—probably running on empty most of the time.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a murmur. “But I’ll bet he’s never had a set like my big mamas work him dry. Too busy with all those pretty, polished little things.”

“Still though…. That sounds like ten inches, Mako.” Her voice was low, honeyed, her eyes gleaming with that strange, knowing glint that made his breath hitch. “That’s a good big dick. The kind that makes a woman weak just thinking about it. Only the kind that Lord Aang and his gifted bros be better.” Her lips curled into a smile, a soft chuckle rumbling from her as her hands pressed her heavy, warm breasts around him, the slickness of the lubricant allowing her flesh to glide against him with luxurious ease. She leaned in closer, her voice deepening as she murmured, “Spirits, what I wouldn’t give to feel a noble like that bury himself in me.”

Mako’s breath stuttered, his body instinctively responding to the rhythm of her hands and the soft, pillowy squeeze of her breasts around his shaft. Every word seemed to sink deeper into his mind, pulling him further under her spell as she began to move in time with her words, clapping her breasts around him in slow, deliberate motions, making his pulse quicken.

“Most men…” Her voice rose and fell in a rhythm that matched her movements, each word like a teasing caress. “Are just… like this.” She punctuated each phrase with a gentle, squeezing press, her breasts clasping around his more modest length, each press sending a shudder through him that he couldn’t suppress. “So no worries, honey,” she added with a reassuring smile. “Most men aren’t blessed like that noble.”

Mako’s face heated, a strange thrill blossoming in his chest at her acknowledgement, her awareness of his size, his not large size. His inch shorter and thinner penis than his younger brother. His slightly smaller nuts and yet what felt like an average load that was a third the size of Bolin’s with none of his brother’s stiff saltiness.

And here was Mrs. Mei, talking about it so matter-of-factly, as though it was a natural part of life, her hands never faltering as they continued their steady, sensual rhythm. Her words made him feel both **** and oddly excited, like he was learning something new about himself, about her, about the hidden layers of desire and experience she held.

“So… you’d really…” His voice was shaky, his mind spinning as he struggled to find the right words. “You’d really do that? For him?”

A slow, wicked grin spread across her face, her breasts gliding up and down his shaft as her grip tightened, her eyes flashing with an almost mischievous glee. “Oh, honey,” she murmured, her voice rich and conspiratorial, “I’d curse that noble behind his back every chance I got. But let him pull out that big, thick cock, and I’d drop to my knees and beg him to put me to good use.” She leaned even closer, her voice dipping lower, more intimate. “Beg him to give me something to remember. I’d wrap these old titties right around him and make him feel like the spirits themselves were sucking him dry.”

Mako’s heart pounded as her words struck a chord deep inside him, his pulse thrumming in his ears. Somehow, hearing her talk so openly, so unabashedly about sex, about lust, felt grounding yet strangely disorienting. He’d always known her as a caretaker, a nurturing presence, yet here she was, revealing a side of herself that felt raw, grounded, earthy, and undeniably real. It was as though he was discovering a secret part of her, an understanding that was both thrilling and slightly unnerving.

He swallowed, finding his voice, hesitant but unable to contain his curiosity. "So… have you ever been with someone that… big?" His eyes met hers, and the question hung between them, charged, uncertain, ****.

Mrs. Mei’s eyes sparkled with a playful glint, and a slow, knowing smile crept across her face. She held his gaze, her hands pressing her breasts even tighter around him, her movements teasing yet deliberate. "Oh, yes, honey," she replied, her tone soft, affectionate, yet brimming with pride. "The biggest I ever had was Papa. Spirits, he was a man" she said with a warmth that seemed to glow, "and he had the cock to match. Biggest thing I ever wrapped my hands around. I’d thank the spirits every time he’d take me."

Mako’s pulse quickened, her words making his breath catch as images of her late husband filled his mind, though he’d never met him. The way she spoke, so vivid, so reverent, stirred something deep within him. Her voice, rich and affectionate, transformed this unseen figure into something larger-than-life, filling him with awe and a hint of jealousy, arousal spiking with each word she spoke.

A grin curved her lips as she noticed the effect her words had on him, and she reached down, her hand wrapping firmly around the end of his cock, clapping her fist there to illustrate her point.

Mako’s eyes widened as her hand made him feel small, her grip a reminder of her past lover’s supposed enormity. "Oh, Papa was this much longer than you, honey," she purred, her gaze dipping down to his length before meeting his eyes once more, her tone both admiring and teasing. "Spirits, he could fill me up like no one else. And thick, too… much thicker than what you’ve got here, but don’t you worry." She winked, squeezing him just enough to draw a sharp intake of breath from his lips. "That’s no insult, honey. Most men are nothing like what he had."

A faint blush crept over Mako’s cheeks, his eyes widening slightly as he absorbed her words, feeling both shy and strangely thrilled. Her praise for her late husband’s size left him feeling a bit inadequate, yet the way she shared it so casually, as though he were worthy of knowing this intimate part of her past, was both humbling and arousing. It felt as if he’d been invited into her memories, given a glimpse of a life he’d never known she had.

“Spirits… he sounds… incredible.”

Mrs. Mei chuckled, her laughter rich and knowing, as she pressed her breasts tighter around him, picking up the steady, rhythmic movements that left him breathless. "Oh, he was, honey," she crooned. "Papa had a cock that could make a woman see stars. And it wasn’t just me who knew it. Back in the village, all I had to do was mention his name, and the men would be pitching tents faster than you could blink. And the women? Spirits, they’d be flooding their panties, ready to go right then and there."

Mako’s mouth fell open slightly, his eyes wide with fascination and disbelief. "Really?" he whispered, barely able to contain himself.

“Oh, I swear,” Mrs. Mei said, laughing softly as she pressed her breasts around him with even more intent, her rhythm quickening. Her eyes gleamed with a warmth that only made his arousal spike higher. "Just say Papa around those parts, and you’d see men and women hurrying back to their houses like it was some sacred festival." Her grin widened, wicked and teasing. "Look down the street, and it’d be bare bottoms humping in every window."

Mako’s arousal was really spiking now and the resistant orgasm, strengthened by all of those he’d packed in today, started to draw close.

Mrs. Mei’s heavy, pendulous breasts moved in steady, practiced strokes, enveloping Mako’s hardness with a firmness that belied their softness. Thanks to the Large Breasts Are for Penis Stimulation normality that had permeated society weeks ago, women with large breasts around the world instinctively understood the art of titfucking as if they’d been doing it their entire lives. Mrs. Mei was no exception—she knew exactly how to move, how to squeeze, how to hold him close and tight in her plush warmth. Every stroke was deliberate, her rhythm calculated to drive him to the edge, and she had a knack for reading his reactions, adjusting her pace just enough to keep him teetering between pleasure and release.

Mako’s hips jerked instinctively, his breath catching at the sensation. Her hands held his length in the plush, oily heat of her cleavage, moving him with practiced care, adjusting the pressure just right to coax every sensation out of him. Knowing just when to bend her softness around him or just super speed slap them against his lap. She grinned, her round, lined face leaning in close, her grey hair framing her warm, open expression, just as motherly as it was bawdy.

Mrs. Mei gave Mako a wicked grin as she settled herself more firmly back against the garden wall, her arms wrapping around and beneath her massive, oil-slicked breasts, pressing them together with her forearms to create a warm, tight passage just for him. Her ample chest, glistening and wobbling, formed a pillowy valley that seemed to swallow him whole each time he thrust forward. She looked up at him, her round, motherly face lit with a playful, eager spark.

“Alright, honey,” she murmured, holding herself steady and offering him the perfect angle. “Go on. Show me what that young firebender body can do. Make me feel it.”

Mako took a shaky breath, then, emboldened by her encouragement, swung his hips forward, sliding his slick, leaking cock between the unspeakably welcoming valley of her breasts. His tip pierced through the tight passage of her plush flesh, each thrust accompanied by a lewd, meaty sound as he picked up his rhythm. The lotion she’d slathered generously across her chest made every movement almost too easy, and he soon found himself moving faster, driven by the overwhelming sensation of her warm, slippery softness.

He gritted his teeth as his thighs crashed into the underside of her heaving, rippling breasts, each impact sending waves through her soft flesh. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, and Mrs. Mei’s smile only widened as she held steady, letting him use her freely, her laughter low and encouraging as she watched him lose himself to the pleasure.

“Oh, come on, honey. Is this what you needed?” Her tone was playful, yet demanding, the kind of voice that could call orders over a noisy factory line. “Mei’s titties, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” She squeezed her breasts together harder, moving them more vigorously around his cock, letting him feel every inch of her soft warmth. “Come on, don’t hold back. This is a working-class neighborhood—we like it loud here. Squeal like a grubpig or roar like a lion turtle, baby, but you’d better let everyone know when you’re about to blow.”

Mako’s face flushed, but her words only drove him closer, the combination of her motherly warmth and the intense, steady rhythm around him overwhelming his senses. “I… yeah, Mrs. Mei… oh Spirits…”

Her chuckle rumbled low and full, and she continued to work him with even more enthusiasm, her pendulous breasts slick and warm as she stroked him in long, deep motions. “That’s right, honey. You like these big, old dick-milkers, don’t you? Tell me, tell the whole neighborhood what you came for. You’re loving Mei’s titties, aren’t you? Say it!”

Mako’s voice rose involuntarily, his restraint slipping with every word she teased out of him. “Yeah… oh, yes, Mrs. Mei! I needed this—needed you!” His hips bucked as he lost himself, his voice growing louder. “I… I love Mei’s titties…!”

She grinned wider, nodding approvingly. “That’s right, honey,” she cooed, leaning in as his dick flashed, pistoning through her deep deep gooey cleavage her breasts worke. “Is this what you needed? Mei’s titties around you, milking your rock-hard little cummer? Say it, baby.”

“Y-yes, Mei! I needed it… I needed your titties!”

As Mako’s hips moved with relentless urgency, each thrust sending him deeper into the pillowy depths of Mrs. Mei’s massive breasts, his thoughts were a tangled mess of lust and astonishment. He knew Mrs. Mei’s chest wasn’t beautiful by conventional standards—soft, heavy, and marked by time, her breasts weren’t the kind of youthful perfection he’d admired on women like Asami. Yet, in his lust-addled mind, he found himself utterly captivated by the sheer practicality, the usefulness of her flesh. Those enormous, billowy tits may not have been a visual ideal, but they were, without a doubt, the best breasts he’d ever felt stroking him out.

Big tits were made for this, he thought, biting his lip as he drove forward again, feeling her soft, warm flesh yield and ripple around him. They weren’t delicate or needing to be handled with care like Asami’s, her graceful curves inviting admiration rather than this kind of rough use. With her, he would have felt like he was nearly spearing through her chest if he ever went at her like this, as if he’d lose himself in the heat of the moment and do something unthinkably coarse.

But here, with Mrs. Mei, that worry had vanished. Her breasts, immense and billowy, practically moved independently from her chest, wobbling and jiggling freely, shaped only by the ferocity of his thrusts. It felt primal, unrestrained. His hips slapped against her with an intensity that might’ve seemed ridiculous in any other context, yet here, it was exactly what they were both seeking, the sensation pushing him to drive into her with even more abandon.

And Mei, bless her, took it all with a grin. This wasn’t the refined, delicate affair he was used to. Mei’s breasts weren’t some pristine prize to be handled softly—they were tools, an open invitation to be used. As he plunged forward, he thought of how she’d always been a tough old woman, the kind who could roll with anything life threw at her. She was a motherly figure, someone he’d known and respected from his neighborhood growing up, the kind who’d always been there as a reassuring presence. That she was letting him use her like this, in such a crass, almost transactional way, only deepened his arousal.

She’s meant for this, he thought, his mind swimming in the sensation. His breath came faster as he clamped his hands on her shoulders, his thrusts speeding up. This is what she’s made for—stroking every last drop out of me. And she’s loving it.

He felt his release building, spurred on by the sheer audacity of it all—the sight of her motherly figure beneath him, her face beaming up at him with an approving, almost indulgent smile as she encouraged him to use her, to truly take advantage of her ample, well-seasoned body. Every thrust was a mix of rebellion and relief, and he felt himself giving in completely to the sensation, the crassness only heightening the thrill as he chased the release he knew she was eager to draw out of him.

She looked up, catching his dazed expression, and a smirk played at her lips. “You’re still holding back on me,” she teased, her tone warm and coaxing. “I told you I like my men to make noise, Mako. When a woman’s giving a man a titfuck, she likes to know he’s feeling it. Don’t just stand there like a shy little boy—let it out.”

Her words stoked the heat building inside him, and he let out a soft groan, his hips beginning to move instinctively as she continued her steady rhythm. Every squeeze, every press was expertly timed, drawing him closer to release with a skill he hadn’t anticipated.

“That’s more like it,” she purred, picking up her pace as she pressed him tighter, her breasts engulfing him completely. “But you can do better than that. Get loud. Roar for me. Cum like you’ve got a big, fat cock. Cum like you’ve got big manly nuts just bursting to unload.”

Her words drove him even closer to the edge and Mako let out a deep, guttural moan, his voice carrying down the street. “Spirits! Fuck, I’m—ohhh!”

“Come on, Mako,” she murmured, her tone growing more intense, almost demanding. “Cum like you’re about to knock me up, honey. Not like some boy just filling a woman’s private pot, or speckling a salad in some fancy restaurant. No—cum like you’re delivering a heavy load of Noble Dong Sauce, like you’ve got that noble’s fat cock between my tits, ready to spill his seed into his haughty wife’s womb. Cum for me, Mako. Fill my tit-pussy like a man.”

"Cum like your Asami offered up her tight young little rich girl pussy to that big dick noble like she should have!"

Her words shattered his restraint, and he felt himself lose control, his body tensing as he reached the peak. “I’m cummmming!” he cried out, his voice loud and **** as he erupted, his release spilling in hot, thin streams across her glistening cleavage. She held him tight, her massive breasts enveloping him completely as she milked every last drop from him, watching him with a satisfied smile.

Regrets and guilt were but wisps of thought escaping his brain as he pulled his deflating cock out of the woman’s chest. His money was literally dripping off her chin and onto her jiggly tits, but it was hard to care after how relief he felt. Intrusive thoughts tried to make him remember the noble pipe that had put him in this position, but he thankfully managed to push them out his brain.

Mako leaned against the garden wall, utterly spent, his breathing slowing as the last of his tension ebbed away. His cock had softened completely, now resting slack against his temporarily emptied sac. He glanced down at himself with relief, glad to finally be free of the overwhelming arousal that had plagued him all night.

Mrs. Mei, meanwhile, had already shifted gears, her demeanor calm and practiced. She peered down at the faintly watery streaks coating her cleavage, her sharp eyes assessing the quality with a subtle frown. “Well, well,” she murmured to herself, deftly reaching into her apron. “You’ve really been a busy bee today, haven’t you?”

Mako, still catching his breath, didn’t catch her words as she pulled out a small glass bottle labeled with a faded, hand-written tag: Dregs Sauce. The bottle, worn but clean, had a dull ribbon tied around its neck—blue and green for her lowest-quality collections. Inside, a murky mixture of thin, translucent seed swirled lazily. She’d created the category for cases like this: men who couldn’t hold back, frequently harvested and left with little to give. It wasn’t ideal for premium blends, but it served as a reliable base for basic condiments when nothing better was available.

Mrs. Mei expertly uncapped the bottle and, with practiced movements, used her fingers to scrape the remnants of Mako’s release from her ample breasts. The thin, watery streaks slipped into the bottle easily, adding to the mix. “Every drop counts,” she muttered, securing the lid with a firm twist and giving it a quick shake before tucking it back into her apron.

Her apron itself was an unusual sight—lined with small, colorful bottles of varying shapes and sizes. Each had a distinct ribbon tied around its neck, the colors indicating their contents’ quality. Deep reds and purples adorned the premium bottles filled with thick, creamy harvests. Bright yellows and oranges marked mid-tier blends, and muted greens and blues, like the one she’d just used, were reserved for the dregs.

Mako, oblivious to the intricacies of her operation, smiled faintly as he caught sight of the bottles. “You’re always so prepared,” he remarked, gesturing to her apron.

Mrs. Mei chuckled softly, her expression warm and motherly. “Oh, you know me, dear. Always thinking ahead for meals. A good sauce makes all the difference.”

As Mako watched her return her chosen bottle to its spot, she turned her gaze back to him, a glint of mischievous warmth in her eyes. She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his stomach, her hand cupping his softened length and spent balls with a gentle, almost possessive touch. Her face was close, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial murmur.

“Now, Mako,” she said, her eyes gleaming, “if you ever want the real thing, save up a full day’s load, and I’ll let you have more than just these.” She gave her massive breasts a little squeeze, her smirk widening as she held his gaze. “I may be fat and old, but I’m good pussy.”

Mako blinked.

What had she just said?

As Mako stood there, still reeling from Mrs. Mei’s teasing proposition, she stepped even closer, her ample form moving with surprising grace despite her size. Her massive, heavy breasts pressed against his torso, the soft, warm flesh pooling outward and upward as they smushed into him. They seemed to engulf him entirely, the sheer weight of her chest spreading across his upper body, making it feel as though he was being hugged by pillows of flesh. The faint scent of her sweat and the earthy aroma of her garden mingled in the air, adding a layer of intimacy that made his head spin.

Her hand remained firmly on his softened length and spent balls, her touch gentle yet undeniably possessive, as though she were claiming this moment. Her face was close enough that he could see the faint crinkles at the corners of her warm, mischievous eyes and feel the heat of her breath against his cheek.

“Honey, don’t think I’m bluffing—I’m good.” She chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “If you don’t believe me, just ask Bolin.”

“B-Bolin?” Mako stammered, his eyes widening. He could hardly believe his ears.

Mrs. Mei laughed, a deep, hearty sound as she stepped back and adjusted her blouse, gathering her things. “Oh, that incorrigible skamp,” she said with a wry shake of her head, “he did wheedle his way into me bouncing these mamas on his lap for a whole hour. Been back every other day, trying to break my back like he’s got no respect for his elders! But he’s a sweet one—always knows how to charm, that one.”

Mako’s eyes widened, and a wave of shock rolled through him as pieces started clicking into place. Bolin’s suspiciously frequent errands, the drained look he’d come home with lately, his constant joking about “helping out the community” during the famine… Mako’s confusion gave way to frustration, then a strange guilt. No wonder Bolin’s loads weren’t meeting their quota with Lomang! On top of Korra’s frequent titjobs, the idiot was sneaking over here to sate his lust, taking advantage of Mrs. Mei’s good nature.

And now Mako’s usual, rational mind was finally kicking in, piecing together the whole picture. Mrs. Mei, a widow all alone, was barely scraping by during the famine, her garden barely enough to sustain her. How hadn’t he realized? She’d been so good to him and Bolin all their lives, always looking out for them—and yet here he was, oblivious to her needs. Damn it, Mako, he thought, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.

He bit his lip, his mind racing as he imagined a way to fit in enough visits to make sure she got what she needed. They owed her at least that much. But… Spirits, their budget was already razor-thin with the place, food, and the Fire Ferrets.

His thoughts turned to Korra, and he couldn’t help but feel a twist of frustration. She lived on Air Temple Island with every luxury at her fingertips, her needs more than met. Hell, she was drowning in resources—so much so that she’d started bringing jars of extra cum to the Fire Ferrets as charity, like she was helping out a bunch of needy little brothers.

It grated on him, the unfairness of it all, but as he watched Mrs. Mei settle back into her gardening, her contented expression settling into a small smile, he felt a pang of something else. Responsibility.

Also. Spirits Above and Below that had been a good titfuck!

“Uh...I'll uh... keep that in mind. Thanks, Mrs. Mei,” he murmured, straightening up, pulling up his pants, and offering her a grateful smile. “You’re the best.”

She smirked, adjusting her blouse and patting his cheek. “Anytime, dear. Just make sure you rest those poor nuts of yours for a while.”