Getting Back at Nami [vs. 3]

The proprietor wanted forty-two thousand berries for the green dress.

Nami wanted to pay twenty-five.

They had already argued past thirty-five and were approaching the useful part of the negotiation, where both women knew the final price would depend on what happened behind the counter.

“Twenty-seven thousand,” the proprietor said. “That includes the loose thread you keep pretending is fatal.”

“One loose thread becomes an open seam. An open seam becomes a ruined dress.” Nami spread the dress across the counter as if presenting evidence at a murder trial. “Twenty-three with the Oral Discount.”

The proprietor folded her arms beneath a generous bosom. “The customary discount is not four thousand berries.”

“You haven’t tried my tongue.”

“I know how the custom works.”

“You know how an average customer does it. I’m better than average.”

The proprietor’s gaze dropped to Nami’s mouth.

That was promising.

Nami leaned across the counter, allowing the neckline of her blue shirt to descend between her big breasts while the woman considered the offer. She had no reason to be embarrassed. Oral sex was useful, and skill deserved confidence. Plenty of people stumbled through it with too much enthusiasm and too little attention. Nami knew how to read breathing, how to use the flat of her tongue without exhausting herself, and exactly when to slow down so a merchant would agree to another two percent.

“I know exactly where a woman needs attention,” Nami continued. “No fumbling, no scraping your clit with teeth, no pretending that licking the same useless spot for twenty minutes counts as technique. I’ll have you finished quickly enough to reopen before another customer arrives.”

The woman’s cheeks reddened. “You sound very confident.”

“I save a lot of berries.”

“Twenty-six thousand.”

“Twenty-four, and I’ll give you a second orgasm if you include the yellow shirt.”

The proprietor started to answer.

The bell above the entrance chimed before the woman could answer.

Nami kept her eyes upon the merchant. Looking away during the final stage of a negotiation was surrender.

Someone laughed behind her.

She recognized that laugh.

Nami folded the green dress over one arm before turning.

Tsujo had entered with a redheaded woman beside him.

“Oh,” Nami said. “You again.”

She was not delighted to see him. Tsujo was vain, reckless, and irritatingly pleased with himself. Their previous encounter had ended with a confrontation, a theft, and an embarrassing chase through Loguetown.

His arrival still felt entirely ordinary now though and Nami’s attention settled on the golden earrings hanging from both ears.

When she had stolen them, the effortless acceptability surrounding him had vanished. She had looked back upon the sex they had shared and become furious. Without the earrings, allowing a stranger to strip, humiliate, and control her had seemed outrageously unlike her.

Now the earrings were attached again.

Nami remembered the anger. She remembered being absolutely certain that Tsujo had done something despicable. The conviction remained preserved in her memory, but she could no longer reproduce it.
She’d been the one to initiate the sex between them after all.
Rough, dominating sex with Tsujo was simply how they fucked. He was shameless, controlling, and excessively proud of his body. Considering the equipment he possessed, some pride was justified.

The big-dickgasm alone would have persuaded most women to tolerate considerably more.

Women throughout the seas whispered about it. Stories passed between taverns, bathhouses, brothels, and crews about the impossible orgasm a woman experienced when seventeen inches first entered her. The rumors grew with every retelling. Women claimed it made them forget their names, see the Grand Line, or wake up three islands away.

Almost nobody expected to experience one.

Most men carried five to seven inches. Even in a world of giants, fish-men, strange tribes, and bodies capable of absurd proportions, a genuine seventeen-inch human cock remained exceedingly rare. Finding one was like discovering a winning lottery ticket with testicles.

Nami had already won.

That provided its own explanation for why she had wanted Tsujo. A little rough treatment was hardly unreasonable payment for a sexual experience other women spent their entire lives chasing through exaggerated rumors.

If Nami could tame the idiot, she could probably turn him into a fortune. Women would pay staggering amounts for appointments with the big-dickgasm rod. Nami could organize the bookings, collect the money, and retain a perfectly reasonable management fee of perhaps ninety percent.

The idea had merit.

The woman beside him interrupted the calculation.

She stood perhaps four inches taller than Nami and carried more muscle through her shoulders and arms, though her figure remained unmistakably feminine. An open coat framed breasts so enormous that even Nami’s looked modest by comparison. The bare globes hung heavily against her torso, swaying when she moved, their pierced nipples flashing beneath the shop lights.

Her expression was cold, unimpressed, and practiced. She looked like somebody determined to convince the world that nothing could overwhelm her.

She was certainly not one of Buggy’s pirates. Nami had paid close attention to the clown’s crew after Orange Town, memorizing faces, habits, weapons, and anything else that might become useful. A tall redheaded woman who committed that much bare tit to every outfit would not have escaped notice.

Through the window, Nami spotted a second stranger lingering outside. The green-haired man was so tall that he had to bend before his fanged face appeared above the glass. He watched the entrance while pretending not to, providing all the subtlety of a guard dog wearing a fireworks display.

Tsujo nodded toward Nami. “That’s her. She stole my earrings, hit me with a staff, and ran away.”

“I escaped,” Nami corrected. “You were the one chasing me with a collection of idiots.”

The redhead’s gaze traveled over Nami, pausing briefly upon the green dress folded across her arm. “She doesn’t look dangerous.”

“That’s how she gets away with it,” Tsujo said. “Grab her before she tries anything.”

Tsujo had brought two thugs and ordered one to restrain her. Remembered without the earrings, that sentence should have sounded like the beginning of another attack. Heard with them dangling beside his face, it seemed like an irritating but understandable precaution from a man she had robbed and beaten.

Nami knew exactly why it seemed reasonable.

The knowledge possessed no more urgency than knowing Buggy could detach his hands.

She placed the dress safely on the counter before the woman could wrinkle it.

The redhead moved quickly. She circled behind Nami, hooked both arms beneath hers, and forced them upward until Nami’s hands were trapped near her shoulders. The hold pulled Nami tightly against the woman’s body.

Two immense bare breasts flattened across Nami’s back.

Their weight spread around her shoulder blades, soft flesh bulging past both sides of her ribs as the redhead cinched her arms tighter. The metal rings in her nipples scraped through the thin fabric of her shirt and Nami’s temper ignited, “Get your fat tits off my back!”

“They’re attached,” the woman said. “Stop struggling.”

“Then learn how to hold someone without trying to smother her!”

Tsujo laughed and walked closer. He placed a hand over Nami’s right breast, lifting its weight through her shirt before squeezing.

Nami glared at him, more irritated by his presumption than alarmed by the touch. Of course Tsujo had grabbed her breast. The strange part was the memory insisting that she had once considered the same behavior obscene. If she concentrated, she could trace the connection: earrings removed, outrage; earrings restored, acceptance. The conclusion was obvious, yet irritatingly difficult to hold. Her thoughts kept settling back into the simpler certainty that this was normal for Tsujo. The unfamiliar woman crushing Nami against her bare breasts remained another matter.

“If you stretch this shirt,” Nami told Tsujo, “you’re buying it. What do you even want with me?”

“Payback.” he commented mildly, which was a perfectly normal thing for him to want even if she found it a bit stupid as he’d gotten to use her body anyway he’d wanted.

He kneaded her breast again. Behind Nami, the redhead’s enormous tits shifted with every breath, their pierced nipples dragging across her back.

“All right,” Nami said. “Who are you even? You obviously aren’t doing this because you enjoy this dolt’s company. What is he paying you to help you get his payback?”

“The name’s Desire. Best boat racer in the East Blue. And he promised me a big-dickgasm.”

Nami’s irritation eased by a degree. She knew exactly what that experience was worth, and the woman had no reason to know how insufferable Tsujo would become after delivering it. As compensation for one afternoon of hired muscle, the arrangement was almost offensively generous.

“Oh,” Nami said. “Then make sure you collect before you finish the job. He isn’t creditworthy.”

“I always pay what I owe,” Tsujo protested.

“You’re trying to collect damages for earrings you already recovered. Your accounting is suspicious.”

“What do you actually want, Tsujo? You have your earrings, I don’t have anything else of yours, and I was in the middle of haggling.” She nodded toward the proprietor. “Get this over with. I still have to eat her pussy before she’ll give me the dress at a reasonable price.”

Tsujo’s hand stopped upon her breast.

“You were going to do what?”

“Use the Oral Discount. Try listening.”

His eyebrows climbed as he looked from Nami to the round curly haired woman. The merchant discovered a fascinating imperfection in the counter and polished more vigorously.

“You were just going to get behind there and eat her out?”

“Obviously. She wants twenty-seven thousand, I offered twenty-three and my tongue, and we were settling around twenty-four with the yellow shirt included.” Nami shifted against the arms holding her and received another irritating press of enormous breasts into her back. “It was going well until you arrived.”

Delight spread across Tsujo’s face. He looked far too pleased by the revelation, as though Nami had unknowingly performed some trick for his personal entertainment.

Desire’s reaction went in the opposite direction. Nami could practically hear her lip curl as she regarded the plump older lady and then Nami’s mouth.

“You kneel behind counters for shopkeepers?”

“Of course.”

“What are you a barmaid? Weak women smiling and licking whoever has a few coins because they can’t take what they want any other way.”

“A weak woman pays full price because she’s too proud to use every advantage she has. I keep my berries, the merchant gets an orgasm, and everyone leaves satisfied.” Nami looked pointedly at the arms pinning hers. “You’re holding a stranger because a man promised to make you cum. Choose your insults better.”

“A big dickgasm! Something special!”

“So did she. When I give head, it’s practically the big-dickgasm of pussy eating, except mine isn’t limited to once in a lifetime.”

Tsujo laughed. The hostility between them plainly entertained him, but a more purposeful look entered his eyes as he squeezed Nami’s breast again.

“Well, now I want to see it.” He nodded toward the counter. “Get up there, Desire. I’ll even help you out and show this lady just how good you are with that mouth!”

"Uh alright. Ya sure you don't want her naked first, boss?"

"Oh yea. I definitely do." Tsujo caught the bottom of her shirt. “Hold her arms higher.”

Desire tightened one arm across Nami’s chest and gathered both wrists into her other hand, dragging them above Nami’s head. The change pulled Nami upright against her body and mashed the redhead’s tremendous breasts even flatter across Nami’s back.

“You do realize my tongue works while I’m dressed,” Nami said.

“Oh I’m not interested in your tongue.” he remarked pointedly, communicating exactly what he was interested in. So he’d be fucking her pussy which she couldn’t exactly say wasn’t a little excited about.

“Then you’re already interfering with the demonstration.”

Tsujo ignored her and pulled the shirt upward. The fabric caught beneath Nami’s breasts, briefly lifting both soft globes inside it before squeezing over their fullest curves. Desire transferred Nami’s wrists one at a time while Tsujo worked the sleeves free, allowing him to remove the shirt without releasing her.

Tsujo reached behind her and opened her bra. Desire’s bare breasts engulfed his hands when he searched for the clasp, forcing him to grope blindly through the warm flesh compressed across Nami’s back. The redhead scowled but maintained her hold until the hooks finally parted.

Tsujo pulled the straps down Nami’s raised arms.

Her breasts spilled from the loosened cups with a heavy bounce. The large globes dropped against her chest, swung outward, and rolled back together before settling beneath their own weight. Tsujo caught both from below and tossed them upward again, watching Nami’s pink nipples describe quick arcs through the air.

“You’ve seen them before,” Nami reminded him.

“And I’m seeing them again!”

His fingers sank into the undersides. He squeezed her breasts together until they mounded beneath her chin, then released them. Their weight dropped with a soft clap and continued wobbling across her ribs.

Nami’s nipples tightened despite her impatience.

The response felt no more suspicious than Tsujo stripping her. He enjoyed handling her body, she enjoyed being handled by that ridiculously endowed idiot more than she preferred admitting, and this was merely the familiar beginning of whatever payback he intended. Her recollection of once finding the same treatment intolerable floated uselessly at the edge of that certainty.

Desire’s restraint remained irritatingly real. Each movement of Nami’s breasts caused the woman behind her to adjust, grinding two pierced nipples across Nami’s bare back.

Tsujo unfastened Nami’s shorts and peeled them over her hips. Her panties caught beneath their waistband and came down with them, exposing her lower stomach, the trimmed orange hair above her pussy, and finally the firm curve of her ass pressed against Desire.

Cool air touched the wetness already gathering between Nami’s thighs.

Tsujo noticed. Of course he did.

“You’re wet.”

“You’ve spent the last several minutes squeezing my tits. Don’t act surprised that bodies function.”

He crouched and worked the bundled clothes down her legs. Desire kept Nami’s wrists trapped while lifting her enough for Tsujo to pull the garments beneath her ass, then steadied her as she stepped free one foot at a time.

Nami was left completely naked between them.

Tsujo took a moment to appreciate his work, his gaze moving slowly from her breasts to the exposed pussy between her thighs. Then he slapped one bare ass cheek, making the rounded flesh jump against Desire’s legs.

“Now,” he said, nodding toward the counter, “get up there, Desire.”

Desire held Nami for another moment, as though releasing her without permission would constitute some failure of professionalism. Then she removed her coat, tossed it across the counter, and let Nami go.

Nami rolled her shoulders and rubbed her wrists. She made no move toward the door. Tsujo had come for payback, and allowing him to enjoy whatever spectacle he had imagined remained the quickest way to return to her shopping.

Desire kicked off her boots and pushed down her shorts and panties. Her sturdy thighs framed a red-haired bush and a pussy already wet enough to shine. A sticky strand stretched from the discarded underwear before snapping against her inner thigh.

Nami noticed. “For someone so disgusted, your pussy seems to have reached a different conclusion.”

Desire ignored her and climbed onto the counter. She scooted forward until her ass rested near the edge, raised both knees, and spread them wide. Her legs formed a broad M while her exposed pussy waited at Nami’s eye level. Desire’s enormous breasts hung over her stomach, spreading toward either side as she leaned back upon her hands.

The proprietor quietly retreated to the far end of the counter. She found a book and began studying a random page with desperate concentration.

Tsujo turned Nami toward Desire and placed both hands upon her shoulders.

“If you want a proper demonstration, let me work,” Nami said. “Shoving me around will only ruin the technique.”

Tsujo pushed anyway.

Nami caught herself upon Desire’s thighs and bent from the waist. Her feet remained planted on the floor, her legs nearly straight, and her naked ass rose behind her.

Desire immediately threaded one hand into Nami’s hair.

“Keep that hand still,” Nami told her. “You’re getting a free demonstration, not control of the service.”

“Then prove you’re worth listening to.”

Tsujo slapped Nami’s ass.

SMACK!

His palm flattened the right cheek before the round flesh rebounded with a broad wobble.

He removed his shirt and opened his trousers.

His cock dropped free with a heavy slap against his thigh.

Desire’s fingers tightened in Nami’s hair.

The shaft hung from Tsujo’s narrow hips, grotesquely thick and crossed by veins that swelled beneath the skin. Blood filled it while Desire stared. It rose in a slow, obscene arc until the broad head stood above Tsujo’s navel, its slit shining with precum.

His balls swung beneath it in a massive low-hanging pair. Each testicle was larger than Nami’s fist, heavy enough to sway independently when he moved behind her.

Desire’s lips parted. “Fuck...”

Nami smiled at the involuntary appreciation in her voice. “That’s what you agreed to take.”

Tsujo laid the thick shaft between Nami’s ass cheeks. It stretched from her pussy toward the middle of her back, separating the rounded globes beneath its weight.

Nami’s entrance contracted in anticipation.

Tsujo dragged the cock backward. Its underside rubbed between her cheeks until the broad crown slipped down and pressed against her wet pussy.

“Show her,” he said.

Nami lowered her mouth.

Her tongue traveled slowly through Desire’s slit, beginning at the entrance and finishing with a light stroke across the swollen clit.

Desire’s thighs tightened around her head.

Nami repeated the motion with greater pressure. She flattened her tongue and explored the folds around the clit, reading each change in Desire’s breathing while carefully withholding direct attention from the sensitive center.

Behind her, Tsujo pushed forward.

The massive crown spread Nami’s pussy into a taut ring. Her body resisted the girth for one moment before yielding with a wet pop.

“Mmph!”

The startled sound vibrated against Desire.

Tsujo drove several inches inside. Nami’s pussy stretched around the thick shaft, gripping every swollen vein. He withdrew to the crown and thrust more deeply.

SPLK!

The impact shoved Nami’s mouth flush against Desire’s pussy.

“Oh!”

Desire’s aloof expression broke for an instant.

Tsujo caught Nami’s hips and began fucking her from behind.

His cock moved through her in long, powerful strokes. Every retreat dragged the swollen crown along the stretched passage. Every return drove another impossible length inside, filling her before her pussy could close around the space he had abandoned.

PLAP! SPLK! PLAP!

Nami’s ass clapped against Tsujo’s pelvis. The rounded cheeks flattened around him, sprang outward during his retreat, and rippled violently before the next impact crushed them together again.

Her breasts swung freely beneath her. Each thrust tossed the big globes toward her face before sending them rebounding against her ribs. Her stiff nipples traced wild arcs through the air while she struggled to keep her tongue precise.

Nami adapted to his rhythm. When Tsujo pulled her backward, she extended her tongue and drew a slow stroke around Desire’s clit.

“Ah... ahhh...” Desire’s thighs began trembling around Nami’s head. “Your tongue... fuck, that really is good.”

Nami smiled into her pussy and she slipped two fingers inside and curled them.
Desire’s hips jumped from the counter. “Oh!”

Nami raised her mouth for one breath. “Still think I’m a barmaid?”

Tsujo thrust hard before Desire could answer.

“Guh!”

Nami’s face plunged back between Desire’s thighs. Her tongue struck the clit at the same instant her fingers drove deeper.

Desire moaned loudly. Her huge breasts jumped from her stomach, one rising while the other rolled outward. Both heavy globes bounced back together with a dense clap before spreading across her torso again.

Nami returned to the clit. She sealed her lips around it, sucked firmly, and worked the underside with quick flicks of her tongue. Her fingers maintained a slower rhythm inside Desire, curling whenever the redhead’s hips began to rise.

Tsujo drove deeper into Nami.

More of his cock disappeared between the wobbling cheeks of her ass. The immense shaft packed her pussy with hot, rigid flesh, its broad head grinding across places ordinary men could never reach.

Nami moaned against Desire, the vibration passed directly through the clit beneath her tongue.

“Fuck, yes!” Desire’s fingers tightened in Nami’s hair. “Keep licking! Right there, right fucking there!”

Nami’s competitive satisfaction grew with every broken declaration. She maintained the exact pressure Desire demanded, then slowed just before the redhead reached her peak.

Desire’s thighs squeezed around her head. “Don’t stop!”

Nami circled the clit without touching its center, keeping Desire suspended just beneath orgasm.

“Nami!”

The desperate use of her name was satisfying enough.

Nami plunged her tongue back into the slit. Her fingers curled hard, her lips sealed around the clit, and Tsujo drove another thick stretch of cock inside her at the same moment.

SPLK!

“AAAAH!”

Desire came across Nami’s mouth.

Her ass lifted from the counter. Clear fluid spilled over Nami’s tongue and chin while Desire ground helplessly against her face. Her tremendous breasts erupted into motion, bouncing high enough to obscure her flushed expression before crashing back against her chest.

Nami kept licking through every contraction.

Schlk. Slrk. Lick.

Desire’s thighs shook around her head. “Oh, fuck... your tongue... don’t stop yet...”

Nami continued until the redhead’s pussy softened beneath her mouth and Desire’s grip in her hair lost its strength.

Then she drew back enough to breathe.

“Almost big-dickgasm quality,” Nami said, wiping her chin upon Desire’s thigh. “And repeatable.”

Desire lay back upon her hands, chest heaving. “Again.”

The word escaped before she could recover her cold expression.

Nami grinned. “That sounded less disgusted.”

Tsujo was still pounding her from behind.

His pace had become rougher while she serviced Desire. The thick shaft drove into Nami with enough force to slide her feet across the floor, her ass recoiling from each impact in soft, rolling waves.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Tsujo changed his angle and the cockhead scraped over something deep inside Nami.

“Ah, fuck!”

He repeated the stroke.

Nami’s pussy tightened around him. She raised her upper body slightly and braced her forearms across Desire’s thighs.

“There,” she gasped. “Keep hitting that!”

Tsujo pulled her backward onto his cock. The next thrust filled her until the pressure seemed to crowd her entire pelvis.

Nami moaned openly.

The huge cock felt obscenely good. There was no comparison between him and the mediocre men filling East Blue taverns and sitting behind shop counters. Those little cocks could prod one small area and hope enthusiasm compensated for reach. Tsujo’s shaft pressed everywhere at once. Its breadth kept her spread, its length found depths that seemed theoretical, and its weight made each withdrawal feel substantial.

“Yes... fuck, that huge thing! Deeper!”

Tsujo obeyed.

His hips slammed against her ass. Her pussy stretched, squeezed, and flooded around him while her breasts swung heavily beneath her.

Nami’s orgasm built in a tight knot behind her belly. She pushed backward to meet him, taking the thick shaft as deeply as the position allowed.

“That’s it! Don’t slow down... oh, fuck!”

Her climax broke.

Nami cried out and clenched around Tsujo. Her pussy gripped the immense cock in strong, rippling waves while her legs trembled beneath her. Her breasts swayed in broad uncontrolled arcs, their nipples stiff and glistening.

Nami cried out and shoved herself backward onto the cock. Her pussy contracted around the shaft in tight waves, each one dragging another shudder through her body. The climax lacked the mythical force of the big-dickgasm she had already experienced, but it was still better than nearly anything the sea of ordinary little cocks could have produced.

Tsujo continued through every contraction.

Then he pulled out and the eighteen-inch shaft slid from Nami with a long wet sound.

SLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRK!

Nami’s stretched pussy clenched around emptiness and a frustrated moan escaped her before she could prevent it.

Tsujo slapped her ass. “Time to pay Desire.”

The redhead slid from the counter. Her knees faltered when her feet touched the floor, but Tsujo caught her arm before she could fall.

Desire drew a breath and attempted to recover her dangerous composure. “I’m ready.”

Her shaking thighs suggested otherwise.

Tsujo spread Desire’s coat across the floor before the counter. “Lie down. Take Nami with you.”

Desire lowered herself onto the coat and pulled Nami into her lap. Nami landed face-up along the larger woman’s body, her back settling over Desire’s stomach and chest while her head rested beneath the redhead’s chin.

Desire surrounded her. Thick thighs opened along both sides of Nami’s hips. Her enormous breasts spread around Nami’s shoulders, their heavy curves crowding both sides of her head.

One strong arm slipped beneath Nami’s knees. Desire drew both legs upward, folding the smaller woman tightly against herself until Nami’s knees pressed into her breasts. She held Nami’s shins together across her chest, compressing the soft globes beneath them and turning her into a compact little bundle in Desire’s lap.

Nami squirmed. “You don’t have to fold me in half.”

“You escaped once.”

“I’m not trying to escape from a good time!”

Desire’s free hand slid between Nami’s closely drawn thighs. Two fingers found her wet pussy and pushed inside.

Nami’s breath caught. “That isn’t holding.”

Desire curled her fingers and pumped them once. “Can’t have you thinking I don’t know my way around a pussy.”

Nami scoffed, there was no way the thug was even a tenth as good at petting a kitty than her!

Tsujo crouched before them. With Nami’s folded body lifted away from Desire’s pelvis, the redhead’s pussy remained fully exposed below her ass.

He guided his swollen cock beneath Nami.

The massive shaft dragged along Desire’s lower stomach before the crown settled against her entrance.

Desire stopped moving.

Tsujo pushed.

The broad head spread her pussy into a shining ring. Her flesh strained around its girth before yielding with a wet pop.

“Ah!”

Desire’s fingers clenched inside Nami.

Both women jolted.

Tsujo drove several more inches into the redhead.

SLLRK!

Desire’s back bowed beneath Nami. Her pussy stretched tightly around the shaft, coating every swollen vein as the cock advanced.

“Oh, fuck... that’s so thick!”

Her fingers began thrusting into Nami in short, forceful strokes. With Nami’s legs drawn together and crushed against her breasts, the redhead had to work between their pressed thighs. The confinement squeezed Desire’s fingers inside Nami, making each curl scrape firmly across the sensitive inner wall.

Shlk. Shlk. Shlk.

Nami moaned and pushed against the hand. “Curl them... yes, right there.”

Tsujo withdrew from Desire and thrust more deeply.

SPLK!

Nearly eight inches disappeared.

Desire cried out. Her enormous breasts rolled beneath Nami’s back, lifting and falling with the motion while her fingers continued plunging into the smaller woman’s empty pussy.

Tsujo kept pushing.

Ten inches entered, then twelve.

Desire’s taut stomach began to rise beneath Nami’s ass.

At first the change was only a rounded pressure under her skin. As Tsujo advanced, it became a thick, unmistakable bulge that traveled upward from the redhead’s pelvis. The obscene internal shape lifted Nami slightly with every new inch, his buried cock forcing Desire’s abdomen to swell beneath the smaller girl held atop her.

Nami looked down between her folded legs and saw the ridge pressing upward under her ass.

“That is ridiculous.”

Desire answered with a broken moan. Her fingers drove deeper into Nami.

Shlk! Shlk!

Tsujo thrust to fourteen inches.

“AHH!”

Desire’s street-thug voice broke into a high feminine cry. The long bulge within her stomach rose farther, stretching the skin taut while her pussy convulsed around the massive cock.

Her fingers pumped Nami faster. Each thrust folded the smaller woman more tightly against her breasts and made Nami’s wet pussy squelch around the invading hand.

At fifteen inches, Desire began panting against Nami’s ear.

“No more... wait... fuck, don’t stop. It’s going too deep!”

Tsujo pushed to sixteen.

Desire screamed. Her stomach swelled higher beneath Nami, the buried crown’s pressure crawling upward under the taut flesh.

“I can’t take it! Tsujo, it’s too big! I can feel it inside my whole body!”

“You’re taking it,” Nami gasped as Desire’s fingers curled inside her. “One more inch.”

Tsujo drew back just enough to thrust again.

The seventeenth inch entered.

Desire went rigid beneath Nami.

The long bulge in her stomach surged upward and lifted Nami’s ass. For one heartbeat Desire made no sound. Her body locked around the cock while her fingers remained buried inside Nami’s pussy.

Then the big-dickgasm struck.

“AAAAAAAAAH!”

The scream rattled the windows and sent several hangers clattering from their rack.

Desire’s pussy convulsed around seventeen inches of thick shaft. Clear fluid burst around Tsujo’s cock and splashed across his thighs. Her heels hammered against the floor while the swollen ridge beneath Nami pulsed with each overwhelming contraction.

Her enormous breasts erupted under Nami. Both globes surged upward, squeezed around Nami’s shoulders, and rebounded in opposite directions. The pierced nipples swung in wild circles before the heavy flesh crashed inward again.

Desire’s restraining arm crushed Nami’s legs into her chest. Her other hand spasmed within Nami, fingers thrusting and curling without rhythm while the legendary orgasm swallowed every trace of her composure.

“I can’t! I can’t fucking take it! Take it out! No, don’t pull out! Fuck me! Please, keep fucking me!”

Her voice turned high and girlish. Tears gathered in her eyes while her body bucked beneath Nami.

Tsujo buried the final inch.

PLAP!

His hips met Desire’s pussy and another clear gush spilled around the base. Desire squealed beside Nami’s ear and shook so violently that both women bounced across the coat.

Tsujo pulled back until nearly half his cock emerged.

Then he drove all eighteen inches inside again.

SPLK!

“AAAAH! Yes! Oh, fuck, your huge cock! Keep it inside me!”

Tsujo began fucking her through the extended climax.

His cock plunged into Desire in deep, forceful strokes. The bulge beneath her taut stomach receded with each withdrawal, then surged upward again when Tsujo buried himself. Nami’s ass rose and fell atop the moving ridge.

PLAP! SPLK! PLAP!

Desire continued finger-fucking Nami. The trapped hand worked between her tightly folded thighs, pumping the smaller pussy while Tsujo filled the redhead below.

Nami’s breasts were flattened beneath her own knees. Each movement squeezed the big globes into new shapes, making them bulge around her shins while Desire held her as a compact, writhing package.

Shlk! Shlk! Shlk!

Nami’s pussy clenched around Desire’s fingers. “Deeper... fuck, keep curling them!”

Desire moaned continuously against her hair. “I feel him everywhere! It’s so deep... so fucking deep!”

Tsujo gave her several more long strokes before withdrawing.

SLLLRK!

The massive cock slid from Desire. Her pussy remained stretched open beneath Nami, clenching around emptiness while clear fluid streamed between her cheeks. The bulge in her stomach slowly flattened beneath Nami’s ass.

Desire pulled her fingers from Nami at the same time.

The sudden emptiness in both women drew a pair of frustrated moans.

Tsujo took Nami’s ankles and separated her legs. Desire released the smaller woman’s folded shins, then locked both arms around Nami’s torso instead. One forearm pinned Nami beneath her breasts while the other crossed her stomach.

Tsujo raised Nami’s hips and pressed his cock against her entrance and Nami’s pussy opened greedily around the crown.

He thrust.

The broad head drove inside, followed by several thick inches.

“Unngh!”

Nami’s body surged across Desire. Her breasts leaped above the redhead’s arm, dropped, and bounced heavily across her chest.

Tsujo pulled back and plunged deeper.

SPLK!

The immense shaft stretched Nami around its girth while the crown drove through her pelvis and seemed to climb into her torso.

“Fuck! That giant thing!”

Tsujo spread her legs farther and buried another long span.

Nami’s breath left in a shaking cry.

She had taken him before but she’d been at least a little mentally distracted by the pussy eating, but there was no becoming casual about eighteen inches entering her body. The cock filled far more than her pussy. Its pressure seemed to continue through her stomach, past her navel, and into the space beneath her ribs.

When Tsujo drove balls-deep, Nami felt him throughout her entire torso.

For one impossible instant, she imagined the broad crown touching the underside of her heart.

“Ohhh... fuck!” Her head fell back against Desire’s shoulder. “It’s all the way through me!”

Tsujo withdrew.

The pressure receded from beneath Nami’s ribs, dragged down her torso, and gathered in her pelvis before he slammed it upward again.

PLAP!

The massive cock returned to full depth.

Nami cried out. Her breasts flew upward, suspended briefly by the impact before crashing back into Desire’s restraining arm.

“Yes! Damn it, that huge cock feels so fucking good!”

Tsujo established a long rhythm. Each retreat emptied the impossible pressure from Nami’s torso. Each thrust drove it back through her, stretching her pussy wide and sending the broad head climbing toward her heart again.

His massive low-hanging balls swung beneath the penetration.

With Nami positioned above Desire’s lap, the heavy sack struck the redhead directly. One testicle slapped across Desire’s swollen pussy while the other landed against her inner thigh. They rebounded, traded places, and crashed down again.

THWAP! PLAP! THWAP!

Desire moaned beneath Nami as Tsujo’s balls battered her overstimulated pussy. Both arms remained locked around the smaller woman, holding her firmly while Tsujo drove his cock through her torso.

One hand climbed to Nami’s breast. Desire squeezed the globe, lifted its weight, and pinched the nipple while the other arm kept Nami pinned.

Tsujo changed his angle.

The crown dragged across the deep place that made Nami’s abdomen tighten.

“Ah! There! Right fucking there!”

He struck it again.

Nami’s body bucked across Desire. Her breasts bounced in the redhead’s grasp while the cock drove through her.

“Deeper! Give me all of that stupid huge thing!”

Tsujo hammered into her.

PLAP! PLAP! SPLK!

Nami’s orgasm gathered rapidly. Her pussy flooded around the shaft, gripping every vein during his retreat and opening around the crown when he returned.

“I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

Her body seized.

Nami arched against Desire and clenched around Tsujo. Strong contractions rippled along the eighteen-inch shaft while her legs shook in his hands.

Pleasure burst from her stretched pussy and raced upward through every place the eighteen-inch shaft occupied. Each contraction squeezed him harder, making the climax seem to pulse through her abdomen and beat beneath her heart.

“Ahhh! Yes! Keep it deep!”

Tsujo buried himself and let her squeeze.

Then he pulled out.

SLLLLLLLRRRRRRK!

The long cock slid from Nami, leaving her pussy stretched and empty.

Tsujo stepped back and lowered the giant cockhead between them.

Nami remained sprawled face-up across Desire, their bodies stacked chest to back and their legs spread into two overlapping M shapes. Nami’s smaller thighs opened above Desire’s broader spread, leaving both wet pussies exposed only inches apart.

Neither woman cared enough to arrange herself more neatly. They were flushed, slippery, and breathing too hard, their bodies still twitching from what Tsujo had already done to them.

His cock dropped into Desire.

SPLK!

The broad crown reopened her pussy, and Desire cried out beneath Nami as Tsujo drove deep. Her hand slipped between Nami’s thighs almost blindly, three slick fingers pushing into the empty pussy above her.

Shlk!

Nami gasped. Desire began pumping her fingers in short, forceful strokes while Tsujo fucked the redhead beneath her. There was no careful coordination left between them. Desire needed something to plunge her hand into while the enormous cock filled her, and Nami was too pleasure-drunk to object.

PLAP! Shlk! PLAP! Shlk!

“More,” Nami moaned. “Fuck, yes!”

Desire’s fingers furiously pistoned inside her. “He’s so deep! Oh, fuck, he’s inside me again!”

Tsujo pulled out of Desire.

SLLRK!

Her fingers slipped from Nami as both women bucked at the sudden emptiness. Tsujo lifted the dripping crown a few inches and shoved it into Nami instead.

SPLK!

“AAAH! Yes!”

The eighteen-inch shaft drove through Nami’s pussy and filled her torso with its impossible pressure. Desire’s wet hand landed upon Nami’s breast, squeezing the globe while Tsujo pounded the smaller girl above her.

His low-hanging balls swung beneath Nami and slapped across Desire’s open pussy.

THWAP! THWAP!

Tsujo withdrew again. The cockhead dropped into Desire, and her fingers immediately returned to Nami.

SPLK! Shlk!

Both women cried out.

That became the rhythm.

Cock in Desire, fingers in Nami.

Cock in Nami, Tsujo’s massive balls battering Desire’s pussy below.

They remained stacked in the same tangled spread, too fuck-crazed to care whose legs belonged where. Desire’s huge breasts heaved beneath Nami’s back. Nami’s own globes bounced across her chest while the redhead’s slick fingers plunged into her whenever Tsujo chose the lower pussy.

PLAP! SPLK! Shlk! THWAP!
Their fluids mixed across Tsujo’s shaft, Desire’s hand, Nami’s thighs, and the coat beneath them.

The wet sounds filled the shop.

Nami stopped forming full sentences. “Ah... fingers... deeper... fuck! Now the cock... put it back!”

Tsujo answered by switching again.

The broad crown dragged across Nami’s clit, forced her lips apart, and drove through her.

Nami screamed. “All the way!”

Tsujo buried himself balls-deep.

The head seemed to climb through Nami’s stomach and press beneath her ribs. She imagined it nudging her heart with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck! I can feel it everywhere!”

Desire squeezed her breasts, lifting both globes and letting them fall into heavy bounces. “He’s all the way inside you.”

“I know!”

Tsujo withdrew and dropped into Desire.

The redhead moaned and folded Nami again. Her fingers sank into the abandoned pussy, spreading it around three firm digits.

Shlk! Shlk! Shlk!

Shlk! Shlk! Shlk!

Nami writhed helplessly in the stronger woman’s arms. She was compacted against Desire’s enormous body, knees crushing her breasts, pussy exposed between her pressed thighs while the redhead finger-fucked her in time with Tsujo’s thrusts.

Tsujo’s cock made the long bulge rise beneath Desire’s stomach again.

Each advance lifted Nami’s ass. Each retreat lowered her before Desire’s fingers drove more deeply into the smaller pussy.

“I’m going to cum again!” Nami gasped.

Desire’s fingers curled. “Then cum!”

Nami did.

Her pussy convulsed around the redhead’s hand. Clear fluid spilled across Desire’s fingers and ran between Nami’s ass cheeks while her folded body shook against the arm holding her.

Tsujo continued pounding Desire beneath her.

The redhead moaned into Nami’s hair, her own pussy clenching around the eighteen-inch shaft as the cock bulge surged under Nami’s ass.

Tsujo pulled free.

SLLLRRRRRRK!

Desire released Nami’s legs and withdrew her fingers. Before Nami could recover, Tsujo spread her thighs and rammed his cock inside.

SPLK!

The cock drove through Nami’s still-contracting pussy.

“AAAAH!”

Her orgasm extended around the immense shaft. Tsujo thrust through it, filling her torso again while Desire caught her beneath the breasts and held her in place.

The flush faced merchant continued pretending to read nearby.

Tsujo’s rhythm became rougher.

His cock swelled inside Nami, harder and thicker than before. The veins pressed against her clenching passage while his massive balls drew closer to his body.

Nami felt the change.

“So this is where you’re finishing,” she panted.

Tsujo grinned. “You sound pleased.”

“Just fill me before you change your mind again.”

He drove balls-deep.

PLAP!
The crown seemed to strike beneath Nami’s heart.

Desire held her tightly. One arm pinned Nami across the stomach while the other gathered both breasts in its grip, squeezing the soft globes together as Tsujo began his final rhythm.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

His balls swung beneath Nami and slapped Desire’s pussy and thighs with every thrust.

THWAP! THWAP!

Nami’s body rocked in Desire’s arms. Her breasts bulged between the redhead’s fingers. Her stretched pussy flooded around the thick shaft while the head drove through her entire torso.

“Fuck me! Give me all of it!”

Tsujo buried himself and Nami cried out as his hips sealed against her.

The huge balls beneath him swelled.

Tsujo’s body stiffened. “I’m cumming!”

The first burst erupted deep inside Nami.

She felt the cock throb throughout its impossible length before a heavy jet of semen struck at the furthest point within her. His balls bulged and contracted above Desire’s open thighs.

Another pulse followed.

Then another.

Hot cum flooded Nami’s pussy faster than her body could contain it. The thick load packed around the buried shaft and forced a white ring to form at the base.

“Fill me!” Nami moaned. “Fuck, I can feel it pouring into me!”

Tsujo thrust in shorter, forceful motions.

PLAP! PLAP!

Each impact pumped the accumulating semen deeper. His massive balls continued swelling and contracting, releasing one heavy jet after another while Desire held Nami open beneath him.

Nami came around the ejaculating cock.

Her pussy clenched in violent waves, milking Tsujo’s shaft while her whole body arched in Desire’s arms. The orgasm rolled from her stretched entrance through her stomach and into the space beneath her ribs.

“Ahhh! Yes! Keep cumming!”

Tsujo remained buried through the final pulses.

When his balls finally stopped contracting, he pulled back and the stupidly long cock began sliding from Nami.

SLLLRRRRRRRKKKK!

More of the shaft emerged, glossy with cream. Nami’s pussy clung around it, stretched wide until the swollen crown forced its way through her opening.

SCHLUP!

The cock came free.

For one suspended moment, Nami’s blown-open pussy remained gaping above Desire. The stretched lips fluttered around the enormous absence, and a thick white mass swelled within the opening.

Then Tsujo’s load poured out.

The first heavy stream spilled from Nami’s pussy and fell directly onto Desire’s swollen sex below. It struck her clit, spread across the red-haired mound, and flooded between her open lips.

Thick white cum cascaded from Nami in a continuous waterfall. It sheeted across Desire’s pussy, filled the crease between her thighs, and overflowed the coat beneath them.

The torrent reached the edge of the fabric and spilled onto the floor.

Desire moaned as Tsujo’s hot load drenched her pussy from above.

Nami remained held open in the redhead’s arms, watching cum continue to run from her stretched hole in slow, heavy ropes.

Tsujo tucked his softening cock into one bulging zippered compartment of his trouser leg.

Desire finally released Nami.
The smaller woman rolled aside and pushed herself upright. Her legs felt unreliable, her breasts bore deep fingerprints, and another white stream slipped from her pussy before dropping across Desire’s thigh.

Desire remained sprawled upon the coat. Her red hair was disordered, her enormous breasts lay spread across her chest, and Tsujo’s cum coated her pussy despite none of it having been released directly inside her.

The dangerous street thug had been thoroughly dismantled.

Nami smiled down at her. “Still think my tongue is for weak women?”

Desire’s eyes opened. Her chest rose and fell beneath two massive, sweat-slick breasts.

“Do it again sometime.”

That was enough of an admission.

Tsujo grinned at both of them. “Everybody got what they wanted.”

Nami retrieved her panties. “I wanted a green dress for twenty-four thousand berries.”

Desire stood and immediately caught the counter when her knees weakened. She pulled on her shorts over her cum-soaked pussy, left her coat open around her bare breasts, and recovered as much of her aloof expression as possible.

Tsujo walked toward the entrance.

Movement beyond the window caught Nami’s attention. She initially mistook the pale smear upon the glass for reflected light. Then the white splatter began sliding down the outside of the pane in several thick trails.

The green-haired thug was behind it with his trousers open.

He had plainly abandoned any serious attempt to guard the shop. One fist remained wrapped around his softening cock, slowly tugging the slick shaft while he leered through the window with a broad, fanged grin. Cum glistened across its drooping head and the knuckles of his hand.

Nami’s face twisted. Unlike Tsujo’s shameless behavior, nothing about this stranger masturbating against the shop window seemed remotely acceptable.

“Your guard has been jerking off out there!”

Tsujo looked through the glass. “Looks like he had a good view.”

“That is not guarding!”

The thug heard her through the window and displayed his teeth even more proudly. He gave his limp cock another unnecessary stroke before finally attempting to push it back into his trousers.

“Nobody got inside, did they?” he called.

“Because they saw you masturbating beside the door!”
Tsujo opened it. “Still worked.”

Desire stepped outside and immediately stumbled. The green-haired man caught her beneath one arm while his other hand remained busy fastening his trousers. He glanced at her shaking legs and laughed loudly enough to draw attention from pedestrians farther down the street.

They left and Tsujo followed them, leaving the bell above the door chiming behind him.

Nami watched the three disappear into the crowd while fastening her bra. Seeing Tsujo leave produced neither alarm nor relief. Their dispute had resulted in several excellent orgasms, his hired woman had received her promised payment, and he had gone once he was satisfied. That was a perfectly normal encounter with Tsujo.

The masturbating thug and his little dick had been disgusting, though. It really was a sea of poor penis out there. No woman in her right mind would blame Nami for letting things get a little carried away when it involved Tsujo’s great big pussy pleaser.

Nami finished dressing and returned to the shopkeeper.

The woman slowly lowered her book. Her gaze traveled over the soaked floor, the disordered clothing, and the white splatter creeping down the window.

“The cleaning fee brings the dress to twenty-eight thousand.”

“The mess on the floor belongs to Tsujo, the mess on the window belongs to the green-haired pervert, and that coat belongs to the woman with her tits out.”

“You were involved.”
“I was demonstrating the quality of the Oral Discount.” Nami placed both palms upon the counter and smiled. “Twenty-three thousand, the yellow shirt, and you still receive the two orgasms.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Twenty-four, and I clean the part of the floor directly beneath me.”

The proprietor glanced toward Nami’s mouth and considered the offer.

“Twenty-four.”

Nami circled the counter and lowered herself between the woman’s thick thighs.

Four thousand berries was four thousand berries.