Chinpo

You didn’t recognize your bedroom.

The interior was bright with deep mahogany wood panels framing creamy painted beige wallpaper with splashes of bold reds highlights and natural greens in the potted plants. It’s design and furnishing was modern, but distinctly Japanese with the furniture close to the floor. Like the table flanked by a pair of pillows where a smartphone and smartwatch that could access the menus rested. And somehow richer for it as you’re reminded and compare it with the clutter of your old home. The vivid details in the brush painted sakura trees on the sliding door panels and latticed ceiling added a more traditional touch.

You breathe in the atmosphere, spending several minutes enjoying the work of all of the artists that tirelessly wrought this wonderful drawn and tranquil world for everyone to experience. Everything came together in a way it never did in the real world, seamlessly blending both 2D and 3D together. In a word it was: picturesque. But when your view was interrupted by the sheets rising like a sea creature emerging from the rippling surface of the water, you knew it was time.

Slipping out of your tangle of sheets, you inspected your velvety and gleaming tanned body. Despite lying down, your breasts seemed to have lost none of their massive volume. They were splendid. Seeing them on a model couldn’t compare to the way they felt resting against your chest, or how they swallowed up your slender fingers as you tried to keep them contained in your palms. You tried, but couldn’t keep your shuddering voice contained, moaning as the teasing around your sensitive areolas caused the first glistening droplets to squirt out and escape.

With a dissatisfied groan, you tore your hands away, letting them roam over the slightest pudge of your stomach to the tower rising from your crotch. The feather-light brushes as you ran your fingertips against the silky length caused her to twitch and throb, stretching even more tautly against the stretched foreskin. To satisfy a strange urge, you tried wrapping one of your hands around, and found you needed both to encircle it fully. She felt like an alien being, and you were mesmerized by the intensity of the feedback and the kind of cravings that rose from your stomach into your throat with each stroke.

Sitting up on your knees, you reflected that had you had something like this in your twenties there would be no way you could’ve raised two children into such respectable and kind adults. You bit down on your lip to contain another moan. Luckily, you have had another two decades of experience since then, and the maturity… The scent of the precum hit your nostrils. She was so close now. Hovering and throbbing before your eyes… to handle this beautiful… Your lips parted, saliva dripping from their edges… and perfect… The pink glow in your heart-shaped pupils intensified and your vision clouded with wisps of smoke coming from your hot and lustful breathing… “...Chinpo~”

You clutched your cock’s erect length tightly against your chest, letting her rest between the cleft of your mounds as your hands migrated to the side of your tits. Giggling uncontrollably, you cooed and whispered sweetly that she was safe between your breasts. To calm her, you kissed her tenderly, and feeling how she ached for more, you gave the greedy girl a second wet kiss.

The multiple sensations, the silken flesh rubbing against flesh, the wet warmth of your dripping saliva, the sounds of lewd squishing and squelching as you worked your tits along your cock’s length, the aroma of your aroused pheromones, all became one harmonious symphony as you lowered your head to suck and lick the engorged gland. She twitched inside your mouth, trying to escape from the tight clamp your lips made. Hitting your palettes and cheeks and smearing the leaking pre-cum all over your mouth as she was lashed around your eager tongue.

It was all too much for her all at once. And she came, pouring her load directly into your throat. The cum tasted sweetly, no longer salty, and fired up all the pleasure centers of your brain. It felt as if your stomach was swelling each time your throat swallowed down another mouthful. Yet as much as you tried, thick white cream gushed and fell outside your mouth. The leftover cum pooled in the deep valley of your breasts, coating your foreskin in a layer of slick and sticky cum as you kept massaging your tits slowly and rhythmically to encourage the cum ascending the length to escape into your waiting and hungry mouth.

A final spurt spluttered from your mouth as you released the gland with a wet pop. She looked deflated and slacked. “Fufufu, Chinpo,” you brushed a finger against the side of your face, trying to capture as much of the leaking cum as you could before you brought it to be cleaned by your unnaturally long tongue, “this was your time wasn’t it. You did very well.” To sooth her, your finger then caressed the underside of the gland. It likely wasn’t healthy to speak to your huge cock as if she was a real person, but you were beyond that. “...Maybe if I give you another kiss you’ll wake up again.” You cocked your head to the side, and brought a finger up to your lips as if in deep thought. “Let’s try it. Say ‘aaahhhh~’”

With a twitch of will and your lips against the head, she rose again. Feeling the balls churning and warming as it refreshed your stores.

You began all over, losing track of time and your environment as the previously clean and pristine room filled with the wonderful stench of sex. Then, when the sliding door suddenly opened, you reacted on instinct as you popped your head up and turned both yourself and your throbbing cock toward the sound. A stirring of pride rose in your heart as all that time you had spent teaching her to spray her cum far and wide was now filling the open space in the doorway as you came.

It was followed by a sliver of dread as something more rational took hold. And you realized who the intruder(s) covered in your cum were.