There's only one way, really...

Raising his head from the steering wheel, half-lidded eyes staring ahead, Seymour panted and groaned as his straining cock dribbled pre into his shirt, pressing hotly against Seymour's abs. His balls felt so full... a loud gurgling sound filled the car, and Seymour knew it was only a matter of time before his hot seed splattered across the windshield. Since cleaning up thick cum from the insides of his car wasn'--

Whoa... Seymour's train of thought was derailed as a pair of women entered his field of view. "Oh my gaawwd..."

One of them, her black hair in a short bob, had squeezed her almost inhuman curves into a tiny sundress, ass and tits almost spilling out on either end of the struggling fabric. She was holding the hand of a no less voluptuous, if slightly pudgy and red-faced younger woman that... seemed to be smuggling softballs in her fluttery summer dress? Not that Seymour really cared - all he could think about how it would feel like to have the soft breasts of both women wrapped around his twitching rod, the tip worshipped by their tongues as they lapped up his pre...

N-no... Hips bucking lightly, Seymour squeezed his eyes shut, but the jiggling busts kept dancing in his mind's eye. No, it... it's Audrey... I... I only want... Audrey?

That had to be it, right? These feelings... these sensations... they definitely were because of Audrey. Yesterday, something similar had happened, even though Seymour had forgotten the details, and then he'd run home, intent on doing... something to the fuckplant. And since he'd ended up fucking her brains out, that must have been the plan from the start. Which explained why he found these fantasies arousing and slightly repelling at the same time - he and Audrey were boyfriend and... girlfriend? Plant-friend? Anyhow, he shouldn't be fantasizing about other women!

That said, Seymour was fantasizing about them, the mental image shifting from a double titfuck-blowjob combo to railing the blackhaired one from behind while she licked the other woman's pussy, and it was making so unbearably horny Seymour could feel his shirt stick to his drooling dick. He had to take care of this, and quickly! Opening his eyes, Seymour found that both women had disappeared, likely in one of the small restaurants of the mall, sparing him the sight of their incredible asses. Unbearably aroused as he was, it would have spurred on his fantasies to a dangerous degree. Even the thought was enough to make Seymour buck his hips, a squirt of pre-cum oozing into his shirt.

This brought him back to the matter at hand: Even though it pained him, Seymour had to admit that he was in no condition to drive home where he could fuck Audrey again - he was bound to see a woman in a light summer dress, or maybe even a bikini if she was on the way to the beach, and then Seymour's mind would be occupied with, well, not driving. Which was rather dangerous behind the wheel of a moving car. Besides, Seymour doubted he'd even make it home before he blew his load. Looking around the strip mall, Seymour had to grip the steering wheel tightly to keep his hands from straying towards his crotch. There had to be some place where he could...

There was, in fact. One side of the mall bordered on a small park with plenty of greenery. Plenty of hiding spaces, and the leaves reminded Seymour of Audrey, as embarassing as that may be. Getting horny because of some rhododendron. But it was the perfect place for Seymour to quickly rub one out - at least, it was the best spot his lust-addled mind could come up with. And judging by the way his nuts strained against his pants, he didn't have much time, another loud gurgle lending more credence to this theory.

Seymour stepped out of the car and locked it, hunching over to hide the sticky, wet spot on his stomach. There weren't many people around, but he wasn't taking any chances. Of course, this put more pressure on his sensitive, drooling cock, making Seymour hurry over the parking lot and into the small park. It being almost time for lunch, there weren't many people around, but still more than Seymour would have liked. None at all would have been better - he wasn't some pervert exhibitionist after all.

Seeing as he couldn't help nor change it, Seymour stepped closer to a particularly dense spot of greenery, unable to keep himself from marveling at the way the light reflected off the smooth leaves - it reminded him how Audrey's green skin shone under the sun streaming in from the windows when they had... Seymour bit his lip. The memories weren't exactly helping, and he only neede to hold out a few more seconds. Looking around stealthily, he confirmed no one was looking his way and disappeared into the brush, trying to leave as little evidence of him passing through as he could. But even so, leaves and branches brushed against him, their caress feeling so much like Audrey's, and then, finally, he found a small clearing in the underbrush, right at the foot of a small tree.

Knees weak, breathing heavyly, Seymour stumbled over to it and lowered himself down onto the soft soil, almost sitting on his swollen balls in the process. Barely sparing a glance to the surrounding bushes as to whether they hid him sufficiently, Seymour opened his belt, the enormous, rock-hard rod surging upwards and pulling on his pants mightily. With shaking hands, he opened his fly, groaning with relief when the pressure on his balls lessened as he pulled the heavy orbs out of their prison.

"Ooh, Audrey," Seymour moaned as he palmed his plump nuts, feeling them slosh and swell with seed. "I'm sorry, I'll have to waste this one..."

His cock, rising proudly from his crotch, was already drooling a steady, thin stream of pre onto Seymour's balls, from where it dripped down onto the ground, disappearing into the soil. Seymour had to be quick about it - the longer he remained here with his genitals out, the more likely he would get caught. Thus, wrapping his hand around his mighty pole, Seymour spread the copious amounts of pre already coating the underside of his monster all over his entire length, loud 'snick, snick snick' noises soon filling the small clearing - and likely audible outside it as well, but Seymour was beyond caring.

Instead, he could finally let his imagination run rampant, latching on to the image of the two bombshells from the strip mall. He definitely wasn't cheating on Audrey, it was only a fantasy after all! And it was magnificent: The women's tits, bigger than even Audrey's relative to their bodies, would definitely feel sublime sandwiching his straining cock between four exquisitly soft orbs, hot tongues slurping and slobbering over his glans, lapping up every drop of pre... Of course, once he came close to cumming, they'd struggle to keep up, both women's heaving breasts soon shiny from a mix of spit and pre-cum. And when he actually came, they would stare in awe at the volume as it showered down on the three of them, coating their enormous bosom and even their faces in strands of gooey jizz.

"Nnnh, yes..." Seymour muttered under his breath, hips twitching and fucking his fist. "Take it all... Tasty, huh?"

In his fantasy, both women were all over each other, licking each other clean and moaning huskily as tongues trailed over smooth flesh, the swell of breasts and played around stiff nipples, giving Fantasy Seymour a show that soon had him hard again. That he wasn't going soft in reality anymore didn't really occur to him. As the women noticed his cock coming alive again, the pudgy one was pushed to the floor by her friend and spread her legs, revealing her dripping wet honey pot as she chewed her lip cutely, eyes fixed on his throbbing tool. The blackhaired woman busied herself by playing with the plumper woman's breasts, her own gargantuan funbags resting on the smaller woman's shoulders.

Seymour sped up his fist while his fantasy got even more steamy, biting his lip to keep from groaning loudly as he imagined grabbing the plump woman by the back of her knees, pulling her to his crotch so she could angle his giant cock at her sweltering snatch. But before his fantasy counterpart could jam it home, Seymour felt his nuts gurgle and churn and finally give a mighty lurch, the sensations in his groin reaching a crescendo and with loud, strained groans, his body seizing up in the face of this insane pleasure until his back rose into the air, Seymour's cock exploded violently, a huge glob of seed sailing through the air in a graceful arc...

Right over the surrounding bushes, the following spurts and ropes of cum raining down on the plants like sticky, white rain.