Chapter 133: Tit-for-Tat Dare: Massive Motorboat
The bottle spun again. Landed on Jaz.
She froze, her tall frame going rigid on the couch.
Kai, still flushed from her own performance, leaned back with a lazy, triumphant grin.
"Your turn, Goliath. Smother someone’s head under your shirt. Squeeze ’em good with those melons of yours. Oh, and pick a guy," she added, eyes gleaming. "Make it interesting."
Jaz’s face burned red. Her strong hands twisted in her lap, thighs pressing together tightly.
Oh god... this is too much. My boobs? Smothering someone? In front of everyone?
Her gaze darted to Jinzo. In this context, the choice was easy. He was leaning forward, eyes wide and pleading, a hopeful, almost desperate smile plastered on his face.
Pick me! Please! I’m your fucking boyfriend;
Her shoulders dropped in disappointment.
Yeah.... it’s the safe choice... But... Ugh... boring.
She wanted... excitement. Danger. Like the doujinshi she hid under her bed. Other faces flickered in her head, Mac, Drex, too eager and gross.
Then, the obvious choice: Nash popped up, clear as day.
Her eyes flickered towards him.
The image flashed: him, the cause of all her current fantasies, his face buried, those huge tits engulfing him...
Yet, in the presence of Jinzos and the others, she couldn’t be crazy. She sighed and opened her mouth.
"Jin—"
"Hold up. No choosing your boyfriend. Too easy. Where’s the fun in that?" Rei cut her off smoothly.
Jinzo’s face crumpled. His jaw dropped, eyes bulging in disbelief.
"What?! That’s bullshit!" he sputtered, fists clenching on his knees. "She’s mine! Why are you intervening?! It’s not your game fuck!!"
He was bitter, furiously burning and sour, even as his traitorous cock twitched at the thought.
Mac slammed his glass down.
"Yeah, enough now! You just want her to pick Nash, right? Always fucking Nash! Every time!"
Drex nodded furiously.
"Yeah! Rigged! Why him? We want a turn!"
Rei waved a dismissive hand.
"Too easy if you pick your boyfriend. Makes it boring. No excuses. Make it engaging, Jaz." Her gaze was sharp. "Pick someone who’ll make it... interesting."
Jaz swallowed hard. The pervy haze descended, thick and warm, pulsing low between her legs.
Holy shit... Not Jinzo... I can... I can pick Nash! His face between my boobs... squeezing him... crushing him... like that doujin...
Unknowingly to her, a creepy smile formed on her lips.
She stood slowly, towering over the seated group. Her sports bra strained visibly under her top, her massive breasts shifting heavily with each breath.
Her eyes locked onto Nash.
"Fine," she breathed,"Nash. You’re up. Get over here."
The words hung in the air, stabbing hard Jinzo but amusing the girls.
Nash raised an eyebrow, outwardly calm. Inside, it was another story.
.... You know what? When I came here, I planned to be a saint. Now... Screw it.
He nodded, pushing himself up smoothly.
"Alright," he said, determined. "Let’s see it."
He moved to the center of the circle, sitting back on the floor, legs spread comfortably.
Jaz approached him. Her steps were hesitant at first, her tall frame seeming almost shy, but her flushed face was focused.
Her gaze never left Nash as she approached him, her steps heavy but deliberate.
The room was electric.
Mac and Drex muttered darkly, "Bullshit," "Fucking unfair." Jinzo’s hopeful smile vanished, replaced by a mask of pure fury and betrayal.
His knuckles were trembling, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked.
My girl... choosing him? In front of everyone? Smothering him with her... fuck!
And the worse? His cock hardened traitorously against his will, the bitter twist of jealousy warring with the undeniable heat of the image.
Damn... her boobs on him... squeezing...
Hina leaned forward, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Oh, I think I’ll love it..."
Aiko watched, frozen, her own breathing shallow.
Those are huge... even more than mine...
Miko frowned disapprovingly. Rei watched with interest.
Sarra’s hand tightened nervously, but her blush deepened.
Jaz stopped before Nash, straddling his lap in one smooth, powerful motion. Her strong thighs spread wide, settling heavily over his, her full ass pressing down onto his thighs with delicious weight.
The heat from her core through her leggings was intense, scorching against his jeans, right onto his already hardening cock.
Oh god... he’s hard. Feels big under me... solid...
His hands instinctively went to her hips, steadying her, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her leggings.
She pulled her shirt hem up slowly, revealing a strip of toned, sweat-slicked stomach. Then she paused.
Her eyes met Nash’s, a flicker of defiance mixed with raw desire.
"Actually," she murmured, her voice rough. "I’ve got an idea."
Her hands vanished under the lifted shirt. There was a sharp snap. Her sports bra dropped to the floor beside them.
Gasps rippled through the room. Hina clapped softly.
Alicia murmured.
"Damn..." Her head could fit in them.
Rei’s eyebrows lifted fractionally.
Jaz’s massive breasts spilled free beneath the shirt, impossibly heavy and full, the fabric straining to contain them, instantly dampening with sweat.
The hard peaks of her nipples were starkly visible against the thin material, dark and demanding.
Without hesitation, Jaz grabbed Nash’s head firmly and pulled him forward. The shirt lifted over him, plunging his world into sudden, hot darkness.
- Welcome to heaven.
Nash was engulfed.
Softness. Heat. Weight.
Her bare breasts swallowed his face whole, pressing against his cheeks, his nose, his mouth.
The air vanished, replaced by the thick, musky-sweet scent of her skin, mixed with salt and arousal.
It filled his lungs, heady and intoxicating.
Fuck... so big...
His hands instinctively slid under her shirt, wrapping around her torso. His fingers splayed wide against the smooth skin of her back, tracing the curve of her spine, sinking into the soft give of her sides.
She was huge, impossible huge, solid muscle beneath soft curves, her weight pressing him deliciously into the couch.
Jaz squeezed.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his head, crushing his face deeper into the pillowy softness.
Her breasts molded around him, yielding yet firm, jiggling with the force. Her nipples scraped against his cheeks like hard pebbles, sending sparks down his spine.
The heat was incredible, a furnace of girl’s smell and skin. Sweat trickled down her cleavage, pooling against his nose, mingling with the scent that drove him wild.
Ho...Ly... Shit!
There went his control.
His tongue darted out instinctively, licking the salty sweat from the valley between her breasts.
Jaz gasped, a sharp intake of breath that vibrated through her chest.
Wha...?! What is he...?!! Mmmh!!! Oh god... his tongue... n... noo... Mmh!!... Stop... Oh shit... It’s too good...
She squeezed harder, rocking her hips subtly. Her ass shifted on his lap, grinding her damp, hot core directly against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his jeans.
The friction was electric. Her thighs trembled. She moaned, a low, involuntary sound muffled by the shirt.
Nash heard it, felt it rumble through her chest against his ear. His mouth found a hard nipple pressing against the fabric near his cheek.
He sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the stiff peak through the damp shirt. Jaz fought to not cry out, to not let them know what was happening beneath. But her voice came louder, a ragged gasp escaping her lips.
"Nngh!"
Her hips jerked forward, grinding down harder, her pussy lips parting wetly against the denim. Fluids soaked through her leggings, a slick heat transferring onto his already socked pant.
Feels... so good... his mouth... can’t... She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds, but another whimper escaped as Nash sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive nub through the fabric.
The room was utterly silent except for Jaz’s ragged breathing and the wet sounds muffled beneath the shirt.
Hina watched, mesmerized, licking her lips. Aiko’s face was crimson, her hand unconsciously gripping her own thigh.
Jinzo looked like he was going to be sick. His face was pale beneath the flush of rage, eyes burning holes into Jaz’s back.
Why?... Why is she acting like that? What??? What’s happening here?!!
He shifted, pressing a hand hard against his own erection straining against his pants, torn between fury and unbearable arousal.