Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

"Haa... haa..."

Zerena’s hand had started moving faster, growing bolder with every movement as her fingers slipped between her folds, the wet sounds becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

To Max, it was practically music.

He sat behind her, holding her tense body against him while she moaned into his mouth, eagerly taking his offered tongue. His hands remained busy fondling her breasts and exploring the rest of her body. In the process, he discovered several surprisingly sensitive spots he’d never noticed before.

The side of her stomach was one of them. Every time his fingers brushed across that area, Zerena’s body reacted with another soft moan. Her lower belly was apparently another. Max had no idea he’d been sitting on that much unexplored territory.

He’d already learned plenty about Zerena’s breasts. Her nipples and the rest of her breasts were practically guaranteed spots if he wanted to get a moan out of her. But apparently, that wasn’t all there was to discover.

There were other sensitive spots too, and Max was starting to realize that Zerena’s body had considerably more surprises than he’d expected. Still, through all of it, one thought kept bothering him. He wished he could actually see what she was doing down there.

Not just imagine it.

If he could watch her closely, he could probably figure out exactly where she liked being touched and stop having to guess every time.

’This is so wrong...’ Zerena had thought that plenty of times lately. First, kissing Max had been wrong. Then giving him a handjob had been wrong. Then letting him eat her out had been wrong. At this point, she’d accumulated enough things that were supposed to be wrong to fill an entire damn list.

The annoying part? Most of them had somehow become normal. ’I shouldn’t be doing this...’ The thought came again. Her hand, naturally, ignored it. So did her mouth as she continued kissing Max, taking his tongue between her lips. ’At my age...’ She felt a little embarrassed just thinking about it. ’This is ridiculous.’

And every thought she’d had over the last few minutes only made her more aware of how ridiculous the whole situation looked.

An older woman sitting there, pleasuring herself like this...What would people her age think if they knew? What about her own children? And, worse yet, what would they think if they ever found out she’d been doing this with Max? The thought alone was enough to make her face heat up.

Then there was Max.

He was sitting right behind her, close enough to hear every embarrassing little sound she made. And it wasn’t just her mouth making them. Her fingers were moving too, producing those unmistakable wet, squelching sounds as she moved them in and out of her vagina.

The sound was almost disgustingly clear.

Every quick movement of her fingers created another wet squelch, making her painfully aware that Max was sitting close enough to hear all of it.

’...This is humiliating.’

She could already imagine him remembering those sounds later.

As if the whole situation wasn’t embarrassing enough already, her own vagina had apparently decided to provide the soundtrack.

But then she remembered that Max’s mouth had already been there, his tongue doing much the same thing her fingers were doing now. So really, it shouldn’t have been embarrassing. At least, that was what she told herself.

Her mouth apparently disagreed.

She pulled away from Max’s tongue and moved toward his ear instead, letting out a quiet moan against it.

Maybe if she kept his attention there, his ears would focus on her voice instead of the wet, squelching sounds coming from her vagina as her fingers continued moving.

And somehow, it worked.

Max felt a tingling sensation spread through his body, followed by a brief shiver—the same warm shiver that usually came when the last stream of pee was pushed out a little too quickly.

He arched his neck slightly but didn’t stop.

He’d already discovered quite a few advantages to having breasts this large.

One of them was that they could be moved around surprisingly easily. He could pull them upward or to either side and still keep them within reach even when he wasn’t directly in front of them.

So when Zerena stretched her neck back toward his ear, lowering it so he could hear her moans more clearly, Max simply pulled her breast upward enough to keep her nipple within reach.

His mouth found it again.

He continued sucking on her nipple while she kept her head near his ear, occasionally letting out another moan directly beside it.

Her moans grew louder, and she held him a little tighter.

Only a few seconds later, her hips had started moving as well, rocking forward and back almost unconsciously with the rhythm she had already settled into.

Zerena was now dangerously close, Max’s mouth still working over her breasts while his other hand fondled her stomach and sides.

Her free hand had started fondling her other breast, the one Max wasn’t currently sucking, and she moaned directly into his ear.

"I’m close..." she whispered shakily. "Suck them harder..."

She took her hand away from her breast and guided his hand toward it, making it clear what she wanted.

And how could Max possibly ignore such a direct order?

He immediately followed it, sucking harder while his other hand continued fondling her stomach and sides with more pressure.

"I’m close..." Zerena repeated.

Her voice became shakier.

"I’m close..."

Which soon changed into something much more direct.

"I’m cumming..."

Then, louder—

"I’m cumming..."

After that, whatever little restraint she had left simply disappeared.

"Cumming... cumming... cumming... cummmiiing..."

The words came out in a sharp, breathless rush through gritted teeth, with each repetition getting louder until she could barely keep her voice under control.

Her fingers were moving faster too, and so were her hips.

By now, she didn’t even care how loud she was or how wet the sounds had become. She probably looked like a real perverted slut, humping her hips like that, as though some invisible bastard were pounding her senseless.

She just kept going.

She even buried herself harder against Max, no longer caring that her moans were loud enough to reach there neightbours.

Usually, he was the one making all that noise while she merely whispered at him to keep going.

Now...

Apparently, she had decided it was her turn to be the noisy one.