Jam Packed Meal
Artwork by lonerurouni187
The journey never ended for the likes of Cam. A pit stop here, a week spent there, always finding his way from city to city, country to country. He’d been backpacking since he was 17, picking up many interests along the way that also turned out to be vital in his worldly travels. Learning new languages was certainly helpful to him, as was his more recent dabbling in bare-fisted martial arts; mostly a mish-mash of imitating what he’d seen in films featuring masters like Bruce Lee. He was still an amateur, but hoped the training would help sculpt his body as he was still quite scrawny everywhere but his legs which handled the weight of his travels. There was one skill he had picked up on though more important than the rest—good home cooking.
Cam was a culinary perv as he often said himself, salivating over any opportunity to try a new dish and add to his ever-growing palette. Food sampling was a revelatory experience for him and he was never one to shy away from a unique or even grotesque meal. If it was something new it was worth the taste. However, backpacking would often leave him to destitute to get around every eatery he found, so instead he’d often try emulating dishes he loved from the restaurants or vendors he had sampled, to varying degrees of success.
Despite the many of hours of cooking under his belt, he was still no pro. No amateur, but no pro. That made nights like these all the sweeter, an honest to god high-grade restaurant standing before him and the cash in pocket to afford it. He shivered with excitement and approached the doors, the sign on a nearby window advertising cheaper prices near closing time. Judging by the look once inside there was not much time left until the doors would lock, and he figured he’d be all alone. He took in the lavish decor of the space, large, golden bells and charms hanging from the ceiling and red cloths draping every which direction like festival streamers. Slanting towards a Chinese theme—which made sense being in Hong Kong--the menu he picked up and perused showed a fusion of all sorts of cuisine. Usually quick to make decisions, Cam decided on one of the first options. It was an unfamiliar dish, which was good enough for him.
“Yo, waiter! Whoever! I’m ready to order!” Cam yelled with unrestrained delight, already salivating.
A tall, toned man in a black, denim mesh chef’s outfit walked out of the kitchen door with a paper pad and pen in hand. He looked rather tired, but put on a enthusiastic smile nonetheless—his pretty boy face sparkling through the obvious exhaustion. He mumbled in Cantonese before quickly switching to English once he reached the table, not wanting to assume Cam, who very much looked a white-westerner, knew the language. Cam did know a bit, but was admittedly relieved he wouldn’t need to attempt it here.
The man introduced himself as Zixin and asked for his order, to which Cam asked, “So, are you the only one here? Pretty cool place!”
“Oh, thank you. It is like a home to me and I do my best in keeping it clean.” The man replied, his voice carrying a soft yet resonant tone.
“Oh, right. I’ll have the… Shanghai Stir-fry. And let me try some of the canned tea as well.”
The chef jotted the order down with a series of smart, deliberate flourishes, gave a smile, then turned towards the kitchen door.
“I bet you are the best chef here Zixin.” Cam said without thought or hesitation. He often jumped to conclusions, but couldn’t help but comment given the Chef’s enticing sense of composure he was giving off. He could sense he was in the presence of a master.
The chef stopped in place for a moment, caught off guard by Cam’s comments. He then turned back, looking ready to reply, but instead gave a reassuring nod and shuffled back to the kitchen. Cam stared a bit perplexed, wondering if he said something wrong before he became distracted by the menu again and eyed the images of food on display.
The kitchen door flapped back and forth as Chef Zixin stood exhausted, giving a sigh before smacking his cheeks to perk up. He was really hoping for no more customers tonight, but a Chef’s job was never done. Though he couldn’t help but feel happy for the welcome comment by the customer. Lately he had been questioning if his skills had slipped as a Chef, praise for his food coming less and less frequently despite his tireless, heartfelt work ethic. To make such a claim before he even received his cooking, Zixin knew he couldn’t disappoint and focused his eyes on the kitchen before him.
As he worked at the noodle stir-fry he thought about the patron. He was a backpacker, no doubt, his worn down bag stuffed without a single of its many pockets left unused. His somewhat shaggy, wavy hair gave the impression that he didn’t trim much, though it was well kept and he was clean shaven otherwise. The restaurant got a lot of his types, their lifestyle admittedly making him ponder his own life at times. He was dedicated to food, but often had little time to himself to explore or socialize.
He wondered what his goals were at this point. Would cooking prove enough to keep him satisfied his entire life? He loved cooking very much, but could feel the beginnings of the spark starting to fade. Perhaps he was burned out and needed a way to unwind.
As Zixin put the finishing touches on his noodle dish he thought this might be as good a time as any to test out his special home-brewed tea that he canned himself. He called it his “Pokka” Oolong tea. He had only one in stock with the intent of testing it out, for hopefully having it added to the menu. It was meant to target a more female demographic, but figured it didn’t matter, confident his customer would enjoy the taste. Looking at the cooler it was all he had anyway, so he cracked it open, prepped his tray, and carried out the meal.
He set the plate and can before Cam, making him lightly hop in excitement, savoring the aromas a bit before throwing another compliment out. Zixin insisted it was no trouble in a smooth, pleased tone and moved back to the kitchen, leaving the hungry traveler to take in the delectable sight. Each noodle glistened with a buttery sheen, with a healthy helping of oiled veggies sprinkled throughout and diced into fine bits. He couldn’t wait any longer and dug right in.
Immediate euphoria filled his body at the taste of something he felt was truly unique. It was unlike anything he’d ever eaten, every flavor taking turns barraging him. How could a dish attack the tongue in such a way? So powerful it was that his body was reacting too, shivers traveling down his spine and warmth pooling in his gut, chest and… groin?
Cam had to take a seat back for the moment. This was an odd experience to say the least, but nonetheless pleasant. Never had a meal incited such a primal, dare he say erotic reaction out of him. He was squirming inside under the weight of the oppressively heated flavor it packed. It was a good thing he was alone, as there was no way he could hold back from scarfing down this dish.
With another slurp of noodles came another rush of heat. He hummed while he chewed, feeling as if a giant weight was lifted off his slacking shoulders, unaware that they were starting to slope down into a more refined shape. His jacket felt heavier as well, his body shrinking somewhat and losing it’s bulkier mass, it being sweated out with each satisfied, heavy breathe he took. It was starting to feel a bit too hot under it, so he discarded the jacket before forking a few more veggies.
The vegetables were soaked in pure heaven. He giggled at the taste, roiling the food in his mouth as his body was seized by more pleasurable heat. Lighter and lighter his body became, masculine muscle fasting away under the onslaught of fine dining. He was left a shorter, lean twig of sorts by the time he swallowed, still in too much a daze to truly notice what was happening. That would all change soon enough as he decided to partake in his drink.
“Holy cow, this food packs quite the kick!” he applauded before taking a few chugs to cool off. Unexpectedly, he received even more tremors of warmth, the rush of the liquid down his gullet bringing forth sweat from his face and neck and stimulating his dick to stiffen up in affirmation of the pleasure it brought.
Slamming down the canned tea he arched back while letting out a soft flurry of moans, his posture snapping into a dramatic pose as a new, slender curvature formed the path of his back. He then heaved forward, feeling the cool liquid—surprising considering the heat it brought—bubbling inside his gut. It was hard to ignore, and he stuck a hand under his shirt to feel at his tummy. He felt some of the body hair there receding, the skin where he touched becoming smooth and lush. After the last of the hair disappeared from between his fingers his gut sucked in a couple times, knocking the wind out of him, but leaving behind a tight, flat core in its wake.
Something was clearly happening to him, sparks flying in Cam’s head as he pondered over how much he liked it. No, he most definitely loved it—the feeling anyways. But something felt off, like all the alignments within his mental space were shifting, being poked at. The hobbies he loved, his likes and dislikes, they were all being fine tuned. He was starting to second guess things… crave things in new ways.
As his mind continued wandering, Zixin surprised him by peering out from the kitchen door to ask, “How is the meal?”
The sound of his voice surprisingly made Cam’s heart flutter and words escape him. Staring at the Chef, he couldn’t help but feel his arousal grow, his warm smile and charming good looks stirring bran new emotions within him. He was a man who seemed to have it all put together, succeeding at his passion in a way that was sophisticated and admirable. He needed to treat him with respect this… beautiful man.
“Good, yes. Very good. Most splendid of meals! I… uh, words…” Cam fumbled, feeling as if his grapple of the English language was slipping, an itch to convey his feelings to Zixin in his own language growing, yet he held firm in his flustered state. “You, wonderful job! I… uh… gah! You cook like god!”
Cam covered his mouth in embarrassment and turned away after his last comment.
“Oh well… heh, thank you!” Zixin said, his voice becoming more chipper. “I’ve never received a compliment like that. It touches me that you think you highly of my cooking.”
The chef then returned to the kitchen, leaving Cam a blushing, heated mess.
“Maybe I eat too much. This meal make me more energy, hoh!” Cam said, growing more confused by his crumbling English. It felt right though, that flare of the local tongue seeping into his tone and accent. His thoughts turned to an appreciation for the region he resided, through the wonderful food he was served. This meal was truly a life changing experience, channeling the very culture of its origin within him. And he hungered for every change it had to offer.
Wasting no time, he took another large mouthful of the noodles, loudly slurping. They carried with them an intense, prickling jolt that fired into his nipples as they passed them down to his stomach. He had to take another moment, tiny shocks of electricity forcing his teats erect and creating a pooling warmth beneath them in his chest. It was like several tiny critters were circling a path around his nipples, causing them to swell each trek. The pitter-patter spread as if more were joining in, expanding outwards from ground zero until he could feel it all across his trembling pecs. Below the silent stomping, he could feel the flesh beneath softening, enough that it began to minutely ripple.
Cam clutched tight to the arms of his chair, watching his shirt become stained by each leaking nipple. They tented like spires atop bulbous mounds that were now his areolas. Even bigger mounds were beginning to form however, lifting the wrinkles on his shirt higher and stretching them wider. Each side of his chest rose like a pair of rolling, circular hills and the softening flesh firmed up and collected into malleable fat. There was no mistaking such shapes. He still wished to confirm it though, so he hastily started yanking his shirt up his arms, trying to hold back moans as the shirt dragging across the tips of his nips was quite intense. Throwing his top to the side he gazed fully at the two perky mounds swelling before his eyes. It was at this point he noticed his skin had changed color as well. Gone was the creamy complexion, replaced by a fair, light tan.
“I’m really not too sure this good or bad. But… mmm… This feelooh! Oooh!”
Cam nearly flew face first into his food as he felt a wild kick to his sides. Everything around his torso suddenly condensed in an instant, sending blissful tremors outward across the rest of his body. While panting he turned his sight down to his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing beneath his jeans. He only became more agitated as he looked over the results of his latest transformation. His torso possessed the slender shapeliness of a slim, fit woman.
He figured he should be more appalled at what he saw, being a man. Yet when Cam moved his wobbly hand towards his fork, his stomach grumbling for more, he saw only perfection grasp it. Gone was his brutish hand full of thick fingers, replaced by a svelte one with sensual digits and pretty-pink polished nails professionally manicured. They moved with a meticulousness towards the silverware and grasped it in a manner like that of a master of culinary utensils. They felt tight in their grip as well, like the hands of a fighter. They were strong, beautiful, skilled, an all-in-one package pleasing to his tastes. This meal… it was unlocking a great inner self that he couldn’t deny. He felt it was best to keep eating, to keep discovering what else lie within.
He shoved the veggies into his mouth and no sooner did he start chewing he was slammed by another fit of pleasure. This round was solely focused on his chest, his tits growing even larger until they sagged beautifully into the sloping shapes of teardrops with pointed tips at the center. He couldn’t help but cup at them as they finished growing, kneading and pinching at each nipple to keep their static charge rushing. He couldn’t dampen the volume of his voice this time, elated moans reaching the back of the kitchen, but playing to the chef’s ears as nothing more than a man giving an exaggerated reaction to some hot spices.
Cam’s body may as well have been under the slave of some intense heat, a steamy atmosphere radiating across his skin. He didn’t want to cool off though, grabbing his can of tea knowing full well it meant more heat to come. He was going to down as much as he could, drown himself in even more molten pleasure!
GULP, GULP, GULP.
He slammed down the can and brushed it to the side before clutching his body, relishing the coming wave. To his delight, the soft, vibrant tones of an angel brought his thoughts and playful groans to the the surface as it began, his masculine tenor expelled for good along with a lump in his throat.
“Here it… come! Hyah! Fire so strong! It burn! Oooh! It burn good! So sooOOOH GOOOOOD!”
Chef Zixin gave a slight raise of an eyebrow at a shrill sound he heard, but couldn’t make out much through the rushing water as he did the dishes. He tried his best to focus, humming cheerfully to himself, still holding on to the kind words from his customer.
As for Cam, his mind had become hazy, thoughts sweating away any reservations he had left about what was happening to him. This was good, this was right, this was him! The jiggling in his thighs were his real thighs, each one bloating into sturdy trunks more befitting of a seasoned traveler who partook in the martial arts. They were smooth as silk, no doubt glistening in sweat like a well-glazed dish. And his ass too was growing, becoming riddled with fat like a savory steak. He was becoming his perfect self—the perfect dish!
“Aaah! N-Need more! More more more!” Cam begged, his dick finally unloading hot, passionate wads into his jeans. Gripping the tea can, he took another gulp, only one enough to send another shot of vigor.
Gritting his teeth, he felt a surge of strength and began to drool. His thick thighs bulged with new muscle, their shape becoming more toned and refined, forcing their contours onto the surface of his pants. Light muscle rose in his arms as well, but not enough to destroy their slender shapes, merely enhance them. Gripping at his stomach he felt the form of two lean hills of meat rising from the flat canvas, a distinct crevice forming in the middle where they both met. His ass followed, firming, lifting, and further straining the space in his jeans enough that he needed to kick them off, all while cumming again and again. This was clearly what his body sought, power to match the beauty.
“The flow of ki strong… oooh! Such amazing chef! Hyaah! T-That man so pretty, pretty…” Cam moaned, fawning over the energies of the meal and the handsome man who made it.
His feelings towards Zixin were burgeoning, building upon his existing desires all while new knowledge filled his head, of cooking and martial arts, of the ki that flows through all life. It was causing an evolution within him. Whoever he was before didn’t matter. What he was becoming was all his loves fine-tuned to their peak of flavor. A prideful, often silly woman with a deep love for the art of cooking and fighting, thirsting for that good life with a good man.
“Aiya! Still not enough. Make me woman.”
Her body had cooled down from the recent changes, yet she remained unfinished. Though she could only smile as it meant there was more of the meal. She had to finish it all.
She gazed at what remained of the noodles, quite a bit left. She was determined to down it all in one go, but as she began to slurp she knew it’d be too taxing. The pleasure she felt was far stronger than anything before, focusing in on her genitals. With each harsh slurp she could feel her balls wriggle a bit inward, and her dick soften. She powered through, her feminine soul craving every moment of it. She was an insatiable lady, ready to devour her very own noodle and crunch down on her balls for good until all that was left was a beautiful flower.
Cam leaned forward, nearly buckling under the sensations, slurping and slurping leading to tugging and more tugging at her crotch. Through her muffled moans she tried barking at her dick to leave, to set her free, each command spilling clear fluids from the limp, flopping rod. A cavernous space was forming behind it that had already gobbled up each testicle. It was like a direct channel to Cam’s mouth, feasting on her manhood to carve out a new space for her womanhood.
It didn’t take long, a large, ecstatic slurp yanking her dick near out of sight. As she swallowed the noodles, so did her new pussy swallow her dick. In its wake a fleshy pair of lips peeled open between her legs, salivating over the meal they had just been served. With such a momentous occasion came a state of culinary nirvana, the fresh woman letting out moans far louder than she intended.
It was simply too good, her mind a jammed mess that shook her very identity further to its core. Jammed…. Jam? Cam… Jam…? She needed a new name and while it felt very much in the moment it resonated with her. Jam like the spread so sweet. Jam like so much power and beauty jammed into a perfect package. She was playing semantics at this point, she loved the name, so Jam she was!
“Aaayaaah! Yes! Aaaaahn! Jam! I’m JAAAM!”
Chef Zixin jumped at the loud noises suddenly spilling in from the dining area. They sounded like uninhibited, joyful cries. The food couldn’t have been that good could it? He pondered with a satisfied smile on his face, feeling that his efforts must have paid off.
Back in the dining space Jam wasted no time downing the last of her drink, holding the near empty can above her panting tongue. The moment she caught the final drop sparks riddled her face and she dropped the can. She bucked back into her chair with a jittery smile, the skin of her face feeling electrically charged. It was like every muscle was being sensually massaged, numbing shifts in the structure of her facial features pushing out excited moans. Jam could only whip her head about as each new change seized her visage, correcting it. She could see it all forming in her mind as it happened to her, eyes becoming rounder, pupils sparkling, lips filling out, nose shrinking, jaw line slimming and pointing, the new her!
No sooner than the final shifts to her face were settling into place did she start eyeing the last of her meal lovingly. Only a final batch of noodles remained, coiled amid the residual oil in the dish, and it was time to finish herself off. Taking an end of the remaining noodles, she began to madly slurp. She was done playing around. It was time to finish this meal off and give her special thanks to the attractive man in the back.
Despite how fast she was scarfing down the noodles, it felt like an eternity amongst the pleasure. The surface of her head throbbed rapidly as it released thick strands of brown hair that spread out with the warmth. The tingling barrage was channeling down from her scalp specifically. Running her fingers through what had grown, Jam admired the finely oiled texture while she observed her bangs growing in front of her eyes into sharply pointed clumps. She wanted more of it, as much as the meal allowed, and as if reacting to her wishes her hair hastily grew, already running past her shoulders.
She moaned in delight while her slurping slowed down. She couldn’t help but relish in this moment and coax out as much length as she could. The hair ran along the contours of her upper body like the silky touch of a lover, softly caressing her shoulders while they passed and gently gliding across the surface of her breasts. There was so much volume and sheen to the growing mane, looking expertly maintained despite being brought into the world just this moment. Even the smell of it was heavenly, the aroma of grape seed oil lingering in her nostrils. As she squirmed within a mini orgasm, she longed hard for her entire body to be enveloped in this testament to her beauty.
She nearly bit through her noodles the moment her hair began brushing her erect nipples. She couldn’t afford to succumb, so she didn’t, riding the wave as hard as she could as her wave of hair cascaded down her body, teasing her along the way. Gently it prickled the expanse of her back, flowing like elegant trails of water down towards her bottom. Some of the excess hair wrapped around her sides, softly hugging her frame and tickling her tummy. The hair that had been slung over her shoulders in the front had grown past her breasts now, draping from the peaks like a divine, hanging garden. It fell like an exquisite gown spilling down past her hips.
She was so wet with joy, her thick thighs rubbing together in utter bliss as they too felt the powerful touch of her hair. It began reaching for the ground, reaching four feet, five feet, six! It showed no signs of stopping, continuing to wind and spread like a river being born. The lengthy strands were directly channeling her passionate heart’s cry for more. If her hair was perfect she wished for more of it, to be more perfect, to be more beautiful than any other woman. She wanted to be as much of a woman as she could be, all for Zixin, the man who stole her heart.
Jam stroked her hair as she hoped Zixin would while it continued to flow through her fingers like water, her heart thumping over the thought of him being so near and intimate. The moment she pictured kissing him, the hair in her front brushed the top of her slit, causing her to hop in her seat, another orgasm sending her arching her back, a few stray strands of noodles all that remained within her mouth. There was so much hair, snaking away like a living mass several feet away from where she was seated. It had to be longer than she was tall at this point, and still more was coming! All for Zixin, all for him to stroke through, to be embraced by, to worship!
“HYAAAAAAH! ZIXIN! MY LOOOOVE!”
Zixin hopped at the heightened cries of ecstasy he heard and certain he heard his name. As he frantically looked around the kitchen though something curious caught his eye. Brown hair appeared to be spilling out from underneath the door to the kitchen. It moved like a snake until suddenly halting after it reached a half foot inside. It then began to recede until completely out of sight, gone along with the screams from outside the kitchen.
Having seen and heard enough, the curious Chef finally flung open the kitchen doors and was met with a woman, standing with her back turned at the table where he last saw his male customer. Her frame was fit and lean yet shapely, with her purity only preserved by a red and black table cloth slacked over her shoulders and the ludicrous amount of hair she was in the process of collecting.
“Oh!” she sputtered, as she turned to see him staring in stunned disbelief at her. She blushed at his gaze and nervously pointed at the top of her head. “H-Hi, u-um… Help with this?”
She shifted her shoulders to sling her brown mane over them, causing the cloth covering her to fall a bit as well, dropping her sight to a can of tea she had in her hand, which Zixin quickly realized was the one he'd served the man. The sagging cloth also revealed more of her captivating figure, more so as she turned around in order to make things easier for him to assist. He grabbed hold of the can while being unable to respond rationally. Her body was striking from head to foot, an athletic physique wrapped in feminine beauty that struck a perfect balance. And not enough could be said about the hair, having to at least be around or over ten feet in length. Magnificent to behold, but clearly a task to gather up all by herself.
It spurred him to not question things at the moment, but to show courtesy back. So he helped the woman, his gentleman hands moving quietly and confidently grabbing at some of her hair to pull it up towards her head, astonished at the feeling of silk upon his palms. Her bodily fragrance was divine, like a fancy garden under his prying nose, carried by her hair to blanket her entire form.
The woman’s face looked just as captivated by him as he was of her, their eyes locked on each others bodies, afraid to make direct eye contact. They both simply treasured what they saw while both their hands fastened the hair brought up to the top of her head, she pulling and looping her hair through the empty tea can that Zixin so gracefully held. Raising her arm up however lead to half of the cloth covering her to slip, exposing more to her lovely assistant.
Once the can was more held in place, Zixin helped pull more of Jam’s hair through. All the while he took an opportunity to look more intimately upon her body. Her ass was firm yet plump, the skin pulled taut against the magnificent peach. Hell, everywhere he looked her skin conformed tightly to every testament of strength and grace she carried. The gentle slopes of her shoulders and back weaved in and out of lightly chiseled marble, and her arms while slender showed an explicit strength from even the slightest tenses.
As Jam finished securing her now thigh-length hair loop, Zixin realized how inconsiderate he had been and quickly helped cover her body with the cloth once more. Jam gave a light chuckle in response and spun herself around, playfully opening some of her shroud. This gave him a better look at her from the front. Her breasts were respectable, not overshadowing her in a way that distracted from all she had to offer, which was a lot. Her core looked permanently clenched with power, but displayed such with a feminine wile. Her hips were rather broad when compared to her waist, feeding into her shapely, sturdy legs perfectly. She was a woman that trained hard, who worked hard he could tell. Yet, she was a woman of class all the same, her pretty pink nail polish and lipstick, as well the enchanting face she made through her cute features evident of that.
Finally their eyes met, and as Zixin stared into hers he was left in a state of calm, despite them being full of vibrancy. It was as if those eyes understood him better than anyone could, looking upon him with admiration and respect.
“You are… Charming. But I can’t… I mean, who are…?” Zixin stumbled, trying to keep a warm tone about him. This moment felt so right, as if his soulmate were standing before him. Yet he had so many questions.
“I thank you… for food.” Jam responded with a bow, softly at first before perking up with a smile. “It change me and captivate… like you. So pretty.”
Zixin was confused but undoubtedly aroused. She was clearly Chinese such as himself, but spoke English like the man who was just here moments before. Where was the man? This woman talked as if she had partook in his meal. Could it be…? No that was crazy, this was all crazy he thought. Still… he wished to know her, and questioned less and less about the situation as she drew closer.
“The meal was to your liking?” Zixin asked.
“Very much!” She replied, excitement to her voice while keeping a seductive allure. “To master cooking is to master life. You are master, veeeery good! I’m blessed by meal.”
Zixin was so touched by the praise, honored in fact. He’d always been confident in his cooking, but something about how this woman responded to his food filled him with a different joy than the typical patrons. She saw the deeper craft within his food, the emotional core. That is what her voice, her eyes, the way she pressed her hand against his chest conveyed to him.
“Your name?” Zixin asked, unable to stand being in the dark over this angel.
“Jam.” She replied. “I cook too. But not like you. Our beliefs though not so different. We both—”
“Understand the soul behind a good meal. I can tell.” Zixin cut her off, shooting his own playful tone her way as a question he couldn’t help but ask arose in his mind. “Jam. What do do you want? As repayment for the food of course.”
She leaned in with a sly look in her eyes and whispered in his native tongue…
我要你
Zixin tensed for a brief moment, his eyes widening in delightful shock. His whole world changed within a brief moment. This was what he was looking for, his missing half to his whole. Not wasting a moment, he closed the glamorous cloth around Jam, grabbed her by the hand, and lead her up to his dwellings above the restaurant. Nothing more needed to be said, each knowing their cravings. Jam’s eyes sparkled all the way, charmed by the handsome gentleman chef who had freed her soul. He was perfect after all and deserved such a reward, to fully indulge in the dish he had created.
It started off quiet, each of them tracing the others form as they held themselves in a long kiss, each of their palettes in perfect agreement as their tongues explored. The touching soon turned sexual, Jam striking first by stroking her man’s cock, swelling the sausage to the absolute limit before pulling away and leading Zixin’s hands to her soaked folds. She held him in a tight embrace as he entered her, tracing the inner rim before working at her most sensitive spots. He couldn’t see, his head nuzzled between Jam’s perky cleavage, but he didn’t need to—his fingers masterful in their motions, handling her with care and expertise as he would any fine dish. The scent she was releasing was potent, and he wished to taste it more directly. So he pulled out his fingers and gently kissed his way down the expanse of Jam’s body, admiring her hardened core for a few extra moments before reaching the entry to her most sacred place. He then had his fill, bringing her to a near climax.
After the both of them had been thoroughly worked up, Jam suggested it was time he entered her, but took a surprising stance with her bottom stuck up towards him. Zixin wasted no time, quickly entering her with a vigorous thrust, starting off with a quick pace. This delighted Jam, feeling her man so determined. She rocked along with him, trying her best to match his movements as the pleasure heightened. It became quickly apparent within the bedroom that She was an excitable one behind all that elegance, full of spirit as they hopped from position to position, each one carefully dictated by Jam herself as a way to let her man indulge in every facet of her being.
“Yes! Zixin… yes! Hold me now!” She moaned, quickly feeling him slide his body through her giant hair-loop to closely embrace her, his thrusts never halting.
After a couple more minutes Jam motioned him off. She wanted a better view for when she came. Telling him to lay on his back, she sat on top of him, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her bountiful bottom, before slipping it within her slit. She gave a cute coo and then started to hop, her hands lovingly pressed against Zixin’s sturdy chest for stability. Faster and faster she went, keeping her eyes locked with her lover as their Ki bonded ever stronger.
As Jam began reaching her limit and leaning forward, Zixin unfastened her hairdo, letting her hair sprawl onto both of them like a sheet. Jam reacted in surprise, but he assured her.
“It is the only dress that rivals your beauty.”
Jam gave an awestruck look, absolutely swooned by his words to the point she began to slow down in her thrusts. Zixin seized the moment to position her onto her backside and continue, catching her by surprise. It was a surprise she was all for, willingly submitting herself to the hungering collisions of her man.
“Oh Zixin! That is good… so good!”
Jam moaned louder as Zixin pounded faster.
“Your power overwhelming! Oooh, so fierce!” Jam shouted, her voice heightening as she felt a great build up of heat within her body.
The thrusting became so powerful that Jam began holding on for dear life, her strong legs hugging Zixin’s waist like a vice while her arms coiled his back. Their faces were close together, close enough to kiss.
“Zixin! Zixin! Yes! Ooooh! It coming! Ooooh! Make me—MMPH!”
Zixin captured their moment of release within a kiss, both moaning into each others mouths as they reached climax. Zixin’s warm seed coated Jam’s clenching walls, every muscle in her body tensing to solid rock. The strength was impressive, more power packed into her frame than even he had predicted. He adored it, her strength, her energy, her grace—she was the perfect woman.
Jam freed herself from the kiss, a look of bliss plastered on her face as she soaked in the moment. She then spoke with a laugh as if she had read her lover’s thoughts.
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