Empty enough for a quiet picnic

As you and Paige make your way towards the park, you see that there are only two other couples there, surprisingly neither of them engaged in any type of sexual intercourse. Well, it is a weekday after all, so it makes sense that the place would be rather quiet.

There are wooden tables and benches dispersed throughout the area, with various trees providing a cool shade. You allow a running man to pass by along the winding walkway as you lead Paige to a table underneath one of the more central trees. "Does here look good?"

"Sure," Paige smiles, laying out some paper plates and cups for the lunch. "I've always enjoyed coming here during the week. It's a lot nicer not having to deal with a bunch of people hanging around."

"Me too," you say, admiring how the sunlight plays off her hair. "So, how's work been for you lately?"

"Eh, same old, really," Paige shrugs, handing you a sandwich. "Josephine's still a bitch about breaks, nevermind the fact that its not my fault if I don't make it back to the register in time if some guy needs my help to cum."

You nod, though wondering about her statement. Your memories of working at your job haven't changed since the 'reality shift', though the effective history must have. Before you met Charles, Paige rarely spoke to anyone, customer or employee, and had been praised for always being on time. Now, due to her breasts, she's causing a bit of tension with her supervisor, Josephine, simply because its natural for men to use her body for their enjoyment.

"That's rather unfair of her," you say, keeping your thoughts on the divergent histories silent. "Doesn't she ever have to stop what she's doing if someone wants to use her?"

"No, she's not quite a D-cup, so she probably doesn't get much attention, even from her husband," Paige comments with a sigh, looking disgruntled. "I've heard her complaining about how he's not at all romantic anymore, since he's always worn out from fucking a bunch of big breasted women all day."

"I can't believe he can't find the energy to do it with his own wife, though," you exclaim. "He doesn't have to bang every girl he sees, he could show some restraint!"

Paige smiles brightly, "You know... you're probably the only guy I know of who would stand up for a woman like her," she said, leaning over the table to kiss you. "I like that, John. It shows a really strong character."

You show her a genuine appreciative smile, although you are somewhat stunned. "I thought you said it was weird I questioned those things, that stuff like that is normal?"

"It is normal, and I don't think Josephine is actually mad at him for being tired, but it's still nice to hear you say something like that."

You eat in silence for a minute. So, from what you can understand, Paige is thrown off by your questioning of the 'normality' of casual sex but appreciates your concern over the needs of non D-cup+ women. You hadn't really considered how women who had husbands or boyfriends would feel if they weren't shown any physical love due to the men being exhausted...

"Hey," Paige said, poking you out of your contemplation, "don't over analyze it, okay? I'm sure she sees some action, otherwise they probably wouldn't be together still, y'know?"

You're about to agree with her, but you get distracted as you see a slightly overweight guy walk over to your table. Standing right next to Paige, he unzips his jeans, his penis springing out and tapping against her cheek.

Paige spares the guy half a glance before taking his cock in one hand to steadily stroke while she keeps eating her sandwich. "So what about you, John? I hear that you're training to be a supervisor yourself."

Jealousy wars with arousal and a desire to appear 'normal' to your girlfriend, "Y-Yeah...Jack's leaving soon and I figured... you know, I could step in and..."

The guy started moaning and broke your concentration, his hips thrusting into Paige's face as her hand worked his red prick. You can see precum slicking her fingers. Your mouth falls open as the guy tenses, a spray of cum firing erratically out of his penis, flecking Paige's hair, face, neck and getting on her sandwich as the semen drops flew around. You pulled your plate just barely out of the line of fire as some of his spunk lands on your side of the table.

The stranger zips up his pants and gives you a nod, walking away as if nothing happened. Paige made no move to clean herself. You feel your own penis strain in excitement as she takes an unconcerned bite into her defiled sandwich. Consuming cum in that sort of way must be pretty normal for heavyset girls...seeing her eat a cum-stained sandwich like it was nothing is hotter than you could put into words.

"I'm sure you'll do a great job at it," your new, cum-speckled girlfriend encouragingly says. "I just hope to get full-time soon. Oh, hey! Isn't that your sister?"

Jolting your eyes to where Paige is pointing, you feel the blood drain from your face as you spot your sister, Erika, step out of a car with her friend Amanda!

And they're walking your way.