The taps stopped and retracted back into the tanks. The oil was about five centimetres high at this point, more than enough for the activity they had in mind. In its entirety, the ring they had was about as large as a standard boxing ring. They positioned themselves in front of the tanks, standing on the soft ground. Some sort of padding under the plastic floor would make it relatively painless to fall down on it.

Once they were in their starting position, Vita counted down from three in a bored tone and the match began. There was no explosive start, the floor was way too slippery to make any sort of proper charge. Instead, they closed the distance with measured steps.

John was taller, by more than a fair margin, standing almost an entire head above her. As such, he had superior reach and would have an easier time to pin her down, even if they were about the same on a strength level. The moment she was in arm’s reach, he aggressively moved forwards in a shoving motion, sacrificing his balance. He would fall, but that was an inevitability anyway. The sole important thing was that he was on top of her when they were down.

Wendy moved under his shove and tackled him, as best as she could. Sliding against his chest would have been more accurate. Regardless of the sloppiness of the attack, it proved to be the one with more force behind it, and John found himself on his back a moment later. Oil splattered around him and the redhead’s tits squished on his chest in all their orange sized glory.

“This won’t be as easy as you think!” Wendy warned him, her blue eyes dangerously close and sparkling with mischief. Those pink lips of hers already looked glossy with oil, despite both of them being mostly dry at the moment. Freckles and her heart-shaped face served for a mixture of adorable and sexy that John needed to kiss again. His cock immediately became erect.

“I think this will be as hard as I like,” he returned, just as the fast-food goddess tried to grab his arms and keep him pinned. Before she could succeed in the grabbing part alone, he moved his hands around and took hold of her ass. It was a real piece of prime beef, fresh, firm and juicy. With just a bit of pressure, their genitals pressed against each other. There were two layers of clothes between them, but an initial touch was always appreciated.

It wasn’t meant to last for long. John tried to straighten up, intending to reverse their position by then falling on top of her. Not one to just wait for things to happen, Wendy tried to get out of his grasp. Given that he had prioritized that his hands landed somewhere pleasant over practical, she didn’t have too hard of a time with that.

However, holding her had never been John’s true objective. Even getting two handfuls of her ass had been a mere side benefit. As she twisted to the side, his thumbs hooked under the string of her bikini bottom. Her own movements had the piece of swimwear slip off her groin and revealed her naked cunt. She was smoothly shaven, except for a decorative little triangle further up.

“Pervert!” Wendy declared.

“Guilty as charged,” John returned immediately, and the two engaged in the proper wrestling. Wendy tried her best to get on top and hinder him in his efforts to undress her. At first, she had medium success with this, able to push him back. It didn’t take too long, however, for them to be completely covered in oil.

They tumbled over each other, until they hit the border of the ring. To Wendy’s misfortune, it was her who was on her back at that time. Acting swiftly, John pulled the bikini bottom past her feet and tossed it away. He didn’t manage to do anything else, as Wendy rolled away to the middle of the arena. Her pigtails were dripping with oil and messy, her entire body was glistening. With a heated gaze, she devoured his chiselled form in return, stopping at the large tent protruding from between his legs.

“Who is the pervert now?” he asked and inched towards her.

“What’s a pervert, really, if not an honest girl?” Wendy returned and they clashed a few moments later. Both kneeling, they pressed shoulder against shoulder and struggled for dominance. John won, but not because of physical supremacy. After a stalemate that lasted for several seconds, both of them struggling against their opponent and the threat of slipping away, John broke Wendy’s concentration by suddenly pressing his lips on hers.

It was true what she had said two days earlier, she really tasted like that apple pie she baked. ‘What a peculiar attribute to have,’ the Gamer thought, as he devoured her lips and continued his advance.

Her resistance remained, but the aggressive way he made out with her had her neglect her balance. One leg slipped to the side, and the rest of her followed. This time John went to properly capitalize on things and kept her down with his entire body. A series of struggling twists and turns later, John managed to sit on top of her.

“Now I got you,” he announced and reached behind him to rub her pussy. To an honestly struggling woman, that would have done nothing. When it came to clearly horny redheaded goddesses though, a bit of oiled up fingerbanging sapped all of the resistance right out of them. Especially when they were already so wet that they could have skipped out on all the extra lube they were wallowing in. Instead of trying to shove him away, Wendy’s hands tugged at the waistband of his trunks.

“Enough of this teasing!” A simple pull and his cock bounced to freedom. With a desiring gasp, Wendy stared at the magnificent size of the Gamer. Removing the trunks completely was impossible in the current position, but she could pull at it until it was fixated underneath his balls. Finding that slightly uncomfortable, John simply unequipped the trunks once she let go. “Gaia almighty, that’s enormous.” The fast-food goddess was too impressed to sass him for the moments it took her to grasp his shaft.

Oil and precum mixed, immediately making the long strokes of her two hands a slippery, wonderful experience. “You really needed this,” John commented, while his fingers were basically sucked into her cunt every time he moved inside her. He would outlast her, he knew that both because he had spent all morning fucking and because she was panting heavily already. Her handjob was sloppy, the goddess distracted by her own pleasure. “Come on, is that all you can do?” he mocked her for a change.

“Pffff, no,” she returned, then moaned out loud, “but -mhm- if you’re that confident, just help yourself!” Within a second, Wendy had pulled his cock between her breasts. Thanks to her bikini, it stayed down there, and once she squished her tits together with her hands, he was enveloped as well.

Her breasts weren’t quite large enough for the task, unable to entirely wrap around his girthy shaft or even close to covering the entirety of his length. Regardless, she covered all the important bits, and with all that oil going around, he didn’t have any issue thrusting either. Back and forth he slid over her torso. Each time his thighs hit the outskirts of her soft breasts, his cock almost touched her lips. She clearly wanted to taste him, but he pulled back just before she could.

It was a little game he played, while continuing to finger and rub her pussy. Her cunt was swollen with lust, making it soft and firm under the pressing of his palm. Her thighs brushed against the sides of his hands, completely enveloping them sometimes in their squishy warmth. All the while, his eyes stayed focused on her desperate attempts to taste at least a lick of him and her playing with her own breasts, kneading them as he continued to thrust. Even as she rubbed her own nipples, she stayed above the oil-soaked cloth of her bikini.

John’s hunger to see her completely naked grew with every passing second. Fingering her grew more aggressive, quicker, until her head flew backwards and her spine arched off the floor. Pulse for pulse, the orgasm reverberated inside her. Three more seconds, he continued to masturbate her, then he suddenly pulled out.

While she was defenceless from that first climax, he would get rid of that blasted top and finally see her in all her naked deliciousness. He got off her, turned Wendy over, pulled at the string at the back and had just undone the knot when she suddenly launched at him with a vengeance.

Now naked, the two of them engaged in their wildest, least controlled bout yet. Slipping through each other’s embrace, they were less fighting and more attempting to feel as much of the other as they could. John grinded against her whenever he could, his oiled up dick slipping over the smooth skin of her thick thighs, flat stomach and firm butt at numerous occasions. His main focus was on catching parts of her with his lips. The brownish pink nipples atop her glistening breasts or the pink lips, upstairs and downstairs alike.

“Seems like you finally caught on to what you should be doing, which is to serve my needs…” Wendy sassed him out, when she somehow ended up on top of him, “…and eat your meats!” She straddled his face and her pussy descended on him without any further word.

The taste of apple pie was ever more intense down there. Cinnamon and sugar accompanied the natural sweetness of baked apples. Although unusual, it was delicious and spurred John into action almost as much as his instincts did. A beautiful woman was on top of him. The logical thing to do was put his hands on her ass and dig his fingers into her butt cheeks, to pull her close and eat her pussy out with his nimble tongue. He had to repay womankind for all of the blowjobs he received on the daily, after all.

Any reason he might have had to forego this course of action was eliminated when he felt Wendy’s soft lips wrap around his shaft. She made her origin all honour, using the grease covering him to deliver her blowjob at an absurd pace. There was not even a hint of a gag reflex, she just slipped up and down his entire length with her slippery throat, effectively using his cock to fuck her own face. All the while, her intense moans reverberated in his shaft.

She was a sturdier first-time fuck than Cindy, Worlina or other girls had been, but the Gamer’s artful loving still took its toll on her. In many ways, the rampant way in which she sucked him off, as if he was a customer in a drive-through that needed to be finished off as quickly as possible, was just a distraction so she didn’t get completely lost in the bliss of his tongue.

John knew exactly how to please a woman. There was a bit of a learning curve to any individual one, figuring out where the most sensitive spots were, but there were a few things that just generally worked. Alternating between what areas were paid attention to, clit, outer lips, and all the different parts inside her that his tongue could reach, was important. As was to caress her skin, brushing over her butt, her thighs, her back and her sides, enjoying all the smooth, lubricated skin he wanted and could. Pleasing women was a bit more multi-facetted than just focusing on the genitals and getting as deep in as possible, but it wasn’t rocket science.

That he was getting serviced at such an insane speed didn’t compromise the Gamer’s calm. He kept his thoughts serene and his approach tactical, even as pleasure mounted. The closer he got to orgasm, the closer he brought her. Only once he felt himself on the brink, he put his all into a few final moments of circling and prodding her clit with his tongue.

Just as her thighs pressed into the sides of his head and a gush of her delicious love juices entered his mouth, he felt her ludicrously paced blowjob come to a sudden end. He was all the way inside her throat; muffled screams vibrated around him and finished him off. With a reflexive darting up of his hips, he came deep into her mouth.

Which intensified the gushing into several waves, as his enchanted seed fuelled a secondary orgasm on top of the natural one he had given her.

He let his climax run its course, eating her out the entire time. There were sloppy attempts on her part to follow suit, but every bob of her head was only a pitiful move compared to the fervent customer service she had given him before. Once only a last few drops remained in his shaft, he moved her off himself.

Half expecting another sudden wrestling, he was met only with Wendy quivering in the lake of oil. Lying on her stomach, she was seriously knocked out by her climax this time around. John checked his Class Challenge. It wasn’t marked as completed, but he didn’t want to just descend on a half-conscious woman.

“What’re ya waiting for, you absolute stud?” Wendy asked and pushed her ass up from the slippery floor. The round magnificence of her bouncy butt looked as smooth as polished glass. As much as an ass-man as ever, John could not resist and gave it a nice smack. It may have looked like glass, but it was every bit as soft and jiggly as he could have asked for. “Fuck!” the redhead yelped in debauched lust and looked over her shoulder. There were hearts in her eyes, literally, pink light in her blue eyes as if some marketing campaign had decided that it was a good look on her. The theoretic manager was absolutely right, it was irresistible. “You can spank me more while you fuck me, if that’s what you need to do!”

“Careful what you offer, I’m an insatiable man,” the Gamer warned, already grabbing her hips and aligning himself with her cunt, dripping much more than just excess oil. With one thrust, he was all the way inside her tight cunt. With a second thrust, her legs slipped away and left her lying in a straight line. Her lower half passed by under John, her arms were stretched out forwards and clawed at nothing.

He reached up and grabbed her hair. Despite all that had happened, her twin, braided pigtails had held strong and the blue ribbons holding them looked unblemished. Grabbing both made for a surprisingly firm grasp. The position made it impossible to do that spanking he wanted to give her so much, but since he was now hammering her directly into the floor, he didn’t care.

Pulling all the way out, he slammed all the way back in. Getting stopped by her butt was like slamming into two gelatine patties. There was next to no tension in her, making her behind only a squishy, jiggly, soft mass, while John repeated the motion and pounded her like he was on his way to McDonalds with his coupons running out in an hour. Unsure what else to do with his other hand, John circled her sphincter for a little bit and, when the moans encouraged it, put a finger into her bum. There was no shortage of lubrication.

Wendy screamed as she was fucked into an ecstatic haze. The continued cries and moans made her light headed from a lack of air, a dangerous state to be in when getting hammered by a masterful lover with a large cock.

“Not so sassy now, are you?” John asked and didn’t even receive an answer. He pulled her head back until he could see her eyes, her curved spine showing just how flexible Abyssal women were. The rough treatment made her grunt with pleasure, her teeth clenching and her pussy gripping him so intensely it threatened the hard and quick pace at which he fucked her. “Surrender to me,” he commanded.

The inlaid magic motivated her to answer. “N-noooooo,” she screamed. In her barely focused eyes reflected all her remaining defiance. It was nothing a bit of insistence couldn’t break.

“Surrender,” he commanded a second time. There was no immediate answer, only the intense clapping of his hips against her juicy butt. He let that pass for a while, focusing on softening her up. Only when he was about to cum for the second time, did he growl in his most dominant tone, “Give up, Wendy, or I’ll simply stop. I’ve women that love me and know better, if you think you can find someone else to take you like this, be my guest. Surrender and cum.”

“I- I- aaaahhhh,” she screamed as the constant ecstasy pouring through her nerves made every word a struggle, “I surrreeendeeeerrrrrrr!!!”

Barely, those words had passed her lips that she screamed louder than ever before. Groaning himself, John plunged into her three, four, five more times, then stopped, pressing against her ass and letting his balls tighten. Once he started filling her up, the scream vanished into silence. Her eyes rolled upwards, her tongue stretched out, she was completely fucked silly and trembled as much as being pinned and held by John allowed her.

John grinned as he spilled a considerable amount of his seed inside her. Fucking a fast food mascot hadn’t been on his bucket list, but having gotten his way with this sassy, pleasingly submissive piece of fresh beef was definitely everything he could have asked for in a quick, oil-drenched meal.

Her pussy pulsed around him, wrung out every bit of his climax-fuelling cum. Only when she was completely done and her pupils were visible again, did he slowly ease her out of his grasp and pulled out of her. The white sauce that oozed out of her main course didn’t look all that appetizing to John, but it had an entirely different appeal to see her creampied.