girlfriend's mother

Kiwako's expression changed drastically as she looked at the robust young man before her. His words were too abrupt.
Her daughter's boyfriend, Hiroshi Tashiro, repeated the same thing.
"I've heard that women in their thirties are most eager for sex,"
Hiroshi thought to himself. Kiwako's surprised expression was quite amusing; her beautiful face was pleasing in any situation.
"Even a mother's body gets itchy sometimes. So how about I do it? I'm not completely inexperienced; maybe I can be of some benefit to you..."
"Are you crazy!?"
"Is that so..."
"And... don't call me 'Mom'!"
"Because, wouldn't it be even stranger if I called you 'Miss Kiwako'? Calling you 'Teacher' is too formal. You're my friend's mother; calling you 'Mom' feels the most intimate, I think that's the most appropriate."
Kiwako stared without blinking at her only daughter Shizuka's boyfriend.
In the high-rise apartment building in Minami-Aoyama, from the window of the top floor room, one could see the deep green forests of the Jingu Gaien or the Togu Palace. Kiwako felt as if she were in an inexplicable space, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
*Is this young man an alien?* ...
She did indeed have that feeling.
Hiroshi slowly stood up and walked towards the sofa where Kiwako was sitting. Kiwako picked up the large crystal ashtray beside her, ready to strike. The young man's smiling face suddenly turned fierce. A small reflection of Kiwako's fear shone in his large pupils.
Kiwako felt a sense of oppression and fear. She had experience as a model in her youth, possessing an outstanding figure and an extremely sexy body. Although she was 165 centimeters tall, the young man was 15 centimeters taller than her.
"I'm going to scream!"
"It's okay!...'A famous designer of a high-end brand was raped in broad daylight.' Television or weekly magazines would love this story!"
He spoke as if it were someone else's business, and his movement to throw the ashtray was suddenly stopped by a powerful force.
"Please, don't do this, don't be rough..."
Her previous tough attitude crumbled instantly, and Kiwako began to plead.
"Then, what are you going to do to me?"
Hiroshi's expression softened again.
"How could that be! You're Shizuka's friend! My daughter loves you, and she even said she might marry you. With someone like you... Besides, there's too much of an age gap between us."
"I think sex has absolutely nothing to do with age, and I haven't decided whether I want to marry Shizuka. She's only sixteen, and I just turned nineteen."
When Hiroshi pulled Kiwako, a former fashion model, into his arms, she collapsed into his embrace. When his arms wrapped around her waist and tightened around her, she smelled his distinctive masculine scent. Thinking,
"Danger!..."
Hiroshi's mouth was already close to hers.
"No! No!..."
She tried to push him away, but her body, held tightly by his strong arms, didn't move. His cigarette-smelling lips pressed against hers, but Kiwako resolutely kept her mouth shut. The young man's attention shifted from her mouth to her ears.
"Ah!..."
From her ears to her neck, it was the most sensitive part of her body. Kiwako learned to masturbate when she was in junior high school, and the first place she touched with her hand was her ears.
A trembling pleasure arose from behind her ears. Hiroshi quickly noticed Kiwako's reaction, so he alternately licked both ears, the so-called licking being just a tickling motion with the tip of his tongue and lips like sweeping the floor. The hot breath blowing on her ears made her feel as if a strong electric current was running through her body.
"Ah!...Ugh..."
Because he didn't want to make a sound, the sound that escaped from his lips sounded even sweeter and more unbearable. The young man gently inserted his little finger into her ear canal.
The hands that had initially wanted to push Hiroshi away somehow ended up gripping Hiroshi's shirt tightly against him.
Hiroshi calmly observed her reaction, assessing the situation. To be honest, he never expected that the thirty-four-year-old famous fashion designer, who was also Shizuka's mother, would react so easily to his violence. He had thought that she would resist quite strongly. If she really screamed, he really didn't know what to do.
Kiwako divorced two years ago. Her beauty and status as a top-tier designer made her unapproachable to men. Rumors circulated about her relationship with the chairman of a famous clothing company with whom she had a contract, but these remained unfounded. Although various men surrounded her, the exceptionally proud Kiwako skillfully navigated their pursuits, establishing her current stable position.
More importantly, her only daughter, Shizuka, was approaching the challenging age of sixteen. Therefore, Kiwako was particularly cautious about sexual relationships with men. However, at thirty-four, she often found herself longing for men. When slightly tipsy from a brandy drink, Kiwako would dream like a young girl, fantasizing about a man's fingers caressing her burning labia. But for some reason, at the moment of orgasm, the man's face would become blurry and ambiguous. Soon after, the image in her mind would transform into a large male genitalia. A glistening, umbrella-shaped glans, veins like a net, a thick, juice bottle-sized penis, and two bell-shaped pouches...
Kiwako imagined the large penis penetrating her secret place, like her body rising and falling in waves, but something was missing. It was the feeling of being embraced and actually touching a man's muscles.
Just then, her only daughter, Shizuka, introduced her boyfriend, a nineteen-year-old named Hiroshi Tashiro. Not far from Kiwako's home in Aoyama 1-chome, there was a building where various clinics were located; Kiwako had seen the sign for Tashiro Dental Clinic there. Hiroshi was the only son of the clinic's owner and was currently preparing for medical school entrance exams.
She had asked Shizuka about the extent of their relationship, but it seemed they were just ordinary friends. Shizuka had even jokingly said, "I'd marry him..."
Kiwako, now a mother, also developed feelings for this handsome young man. One night, while fantasizing about a man's shadow caressing her labia, Hiroshi's image suddenly appeared in her mind. From then on, Kiwako fantasized about Hiroshi's body when she masturbated. It was this same Hiroshi who suddenly pursued Kiwako when Shizuka wasn't around. When her ears were licked and her ear canals were tickled, Kiwako's mind went blank. When he touched her breasts through her shirt, Kiwako suddenly snapped back to reality, the tender flesh near her vulva twitching, making her heart race even faster.
"No! Please, don't do this..."
Kiwako's voice was low and indistinct.
What if Shizuka saw her like this...?
An indescribable fear arose. But, even if she tried to push him away, her body was powerless. Before she knew it, he had unbuttoned his shirt, and Hiroshi's warm hand slipped under the edge of her bra, approaching her beautifully shaped, round breasts.
Since her divorce, the nipples, which had never been touched by a man, trembled slightly, and the nipples, pinched by his fingers, immediately became more sensitive and began to enlarge.
"No... I don't want to! My daughter will..."
"Shizuka has club activities today, she won't be back until very late."
Hearing this, Kiwako inexplicably exhaled, her spirits relaxing, her resistance quickly vanishing. However, she couldn't simply give in to her daughter's boyfriend's manipulation; she couldn't abandon her resistance.
"No!... No!"
This resistance was Kiwako's only duty, repeatedly uttering powerless words of resistance.
When she was carried to the sofa, Kiwako collapsed onto it, utterly powerless to resist. Her wide skirt billowed open, revealing almost blindingly black underwear, further arousing the young man's lust. His pants were unusually bulging. Kiwako's eyes met the bulge, then quickly averted them.
"So big!..."
Facing the danger of being raped, Kiwako was still acutely aware of the shape of the young man's penis. The erect penis she had often imagined was now before her eyes.
Kiwako's entire body instantly burned like a blazing fire. Somewhere in her heart, the thought that she probably wouldn't be killed gave her a sense of security. But on the other hand, she also wanted to show this young man more. The Daniel brand black sheer underwear she bought in Paris in early spring was sexy even to women.
Hiroshi's gaze moved upwards. Under the bra, her firm breasts seemed to be squeezed out.
When Kiwako tried to cover the bulge on her chest with her hands, Hiroshi bent down and pressed her upper body down, taking one of the squeezed nipples into his mouth.
"No! Ah... Oh..."
Her strong refusal was almost impossible to utter due to the pleasure stimulating the top of her head, but she still desperately grabbed his hair to pull her daughter's boyfriend's head away.
Hiroshi reached his hand deep into her skirt, his fingertips gently stroking the cleavage formed by her underwear. Kiwako let out a small scream and tried to grab Hiroshi's hand, but his fingertips still forced their way up and down near the cleft.
"No... no... stop..."
But he completely ignored Kiwako's protests. Kiwako was already unable to resist the sharp pleasure emanating from her breasts and labia.
How wonderful it would be to simply surrender her body to him and let him caress her...
For some reason, she couldn't muster any strength.
When she squeezed her thighs to resist the hand roaming there, it seemed as if she was deliberately letting the young man's hand stay there; when she was forced to part her thighs, his hand moved subtly. Kiwako's mucous membranes were completely moistened by the warm nectar she herself had expelled. Because she could feel it, she clearly realized that she was gradually becoming at Hiroshi's mercy.
And, without realizing it, her protests turned into hot, labored breathing.
"Ah...ah...no more...uh..."
Knowing that the center of Kiwako's panties was completely wet, Hiroshi felt completely confident. Controlling his impatience, he slowly licked her hardening nipples with his tongue, while his fingers moved simultaneously along the already soaked cleft of her panties. Occasionally, when he felt Kiwako trying to push Hiroshi away, he would gently stroke her extremely sensitive, protruding area, causing Kiwako to arch her back slightly and tremble all over. Soon, she would give up resisting and become docile. Hiroshi
deliberately pressed his hardened penis against Kiwako's thighs. The soft, elastic flesh made his erect penis even more powerful. Hiroshi
had considerable confidence in his penis. At seventeen, he was taken to a brothel by a playmate. He lost his virginity there, and the prostitute who accompanied him praised him, saying she had never seen such a magnificent penis. When he tried going to another brothel, every prostitute who saw Hiroshi's erect penis was amazed, and from then on, he had confidence in women.
When Kiwako realized that the hard thing pressing against her thighs was the magnificent penis of her dreams, her breathing immediately became rapid. As soon as he opened his mouth, Hiroshi immediately thrust his tongue inside. Although Kiwako struggled to expel Hiroshi's tongue, she couldn't help but twist her tongue as he forcefully stroked the sensitive bulge between her legs through her underwear.
As if waiting for this opportunity, Hiroshi roughly sucked on her tongue. Their tongues seemed to melt together like molluscs. Before she knew it, Kiwako's body was lying on the sofa that served as a bed. Hiroshi's hard penis pressed unceremoniously against the bulge between her thighs. Perhaps instinctively, without even realizing it, Kiwako pressed her almost melting labia against Hiroshi's hardness, slightly twisting her waist.
It was an incredibly wonderful feeling; a warm fluid flowed continuously from within her body, wetting her thin silk underwear.
In a corner of Kiwako's mind, the memory of her husband's hard penis during lovemaking, the wonderful feeling and pleasure of it touching her wet labia between her legs, resurfaced.
"Ah! I want it! I want to have sex to my heart's content!" ...
Although she thought this way, given her current position, it wasn't something she could easily do. The other person was her young daughter's boyfriend, and she was the victim about to be raped.
Yes! Just act like that! There was no other way; she couldn't resist a man's power after all...
Several legitimate reasons flashed through Kiwako's hazy mind in order to accept this pleasure.
"It's no use resisting anymore."
Hearing Hiroshi's confident words, she almost nodded in agreement. To completely portray herself as a victim, she had to resist until the very last moment.
Since it was all an act...
"Please, listen to me. If you do this, you won't be able to see each other again. Not only with me, but also with Shizuka. No, I won't allow you to see each other!"
"That might be true! But Mom will definitely see you. No, she wants to see me and have sex with me."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Although she was refuting it verbally, she also thought in her heart that it might be true.
Anytime she needed to enjoy sex with a man...
Her desire for sex had been particularly strong lately, but she couldn't just give in to the impulsive demands of a young man. She had her principles, her self-respect, and her pride.
"Stop now so you won't regret it, please!"
But Hiroshi cleverly pressed his weight onto Kiwako, immobilizing her and removing her bra.
"Oh! Just as I expected, such beautiful breasts."
Hiroshi exclaimed excitedly, gazing at her beautiful, rounded breasts.
She must have been very careful about maintaining her figure; she didn't look like a 34-year-old mother of a 16-year-old daughter at all. Perhaps it was because she had given birth at 18, but her body lines hadn't changed at all.
Hiroshi bent down and ran his hot, wet tongue over her heaving breasts. The technique was so exquisite, unlike what a 19-year-old boy would have done. He started by slowly licking the base of her breasts, which resembled white steamed buns, and then gradually moved upwards, using different methods. As he approached the nipples, he sucked on the areolas, making "slurping" sounds.
An overwhelming pleasure stimulated Kiwako's most intimate parts, making her feel a burning, unbearable heat. Kiwako now truly understood how insignificant the pleasure she felt with her own fingers was compared to this. She desperately tried to suppress her cries, but they leaked out uncontrollably.
"Ah! Ah... Ah!..."
Once the cries burst forth like a dam breaking, she couldn't stop.
Hiroshi's tongue moved incessantly between her breasts. He licked and sucked on her left nipple while carefully caressing her right breast with his left hand, rubbing her nipple with his fingers. Now, between her thighs, even through her clothes, was a man's hard penis pressing against her. Kiwako's body was aroused everywhere, constantly convulsing. The cleft between her legs, moistened by the thick nectar flowing from it, exuded a strong feminine scent. Her thin panties clung tightly to the cleft, sometimes even digging into and touching her labia.
After toying with her for a while, Hiroshi, knowing that Kiwako had no will to resist, raised his upper body and looked at her beautiful breasts with an intoxicated expression.
"That's enough, let me go..."
Kiwako managed to say, still trying to save face.
"That's definitely not what you really think, is it?"
Hiroshi stepped back slightly, and before Kiwako could stand up, he cleverly lifted her skirt up to her waist. Kiwako hurriedly tried to cover her underwear with her hands, but Hiroshi stopped her. Her waist was painfully gripped by him, and she let out a soft scream.
"You can't disturb my pleasure."
After saying this, Hiroshi released his hands. All that was covering Kiwako's lower body was a thin pair of panties clinging to her smooth waist. The stretchy black panties almost formed an inverted triangle, barely covering the slit of her flesh. It wasn't even covering it; rather, it was embedded in the slit, forming a band with black hair peeking out from the side, making it look very sexy.
Hiroshi hooked his fingers around the narrowest part of Kiwako's panties and pulled them a couple of times, a painful yet indescribably itchy sensation assaulting Kiwako.
"You're already this wet."
The young man sat on the floor, squinting as he admired the base of the beautiful fashion designer's legs displayed before him.
"Spare me! Just like that... Oh..."
The woman's weak, pleading voice had the effect of stimulating a man's desire, but lacked the power to stop him.
Hiroshi straightened his long legs and quickly pulled off his jeans and panties. His proud penis, which had been suppressed and confined, burst forth with a joyful release, a clear liquid flying in a line from its tip. After looking at his raging penis with satisfaction, Hiroshi lifted himself up and pulled down Kiwako's panties, which could be considered her last line of defense, and also removed the skirt wrapped around her waist. The sight of the
beautiful, naked thirty-four-year-old lying on the sofa was very much like the naked woman in Goya's painting, "The Naked Mach." Although she still covered the base of her thighs with her hands, the woman's perfect physique, viewed from below, was captivating, exuding a charm that could arouse any man's desire. From the slender ankles to the calves, the supple beauty of the knees and thighs, the roundness of her waist and buttocks, the graceful curves of her shoulders and arms, her perfectly shaped breasts… every part was more beautiful and provocative than any woman's body Hiroshi had ever seen.
Hiroshi forcefully parted her tightly pressed legs, entering that space. The fleshy crevice covered by her hands was right before his eyes, but Hiroshi didn't force Kiwako's hands away from that secret place. Instead, he licked the snow-white skin on the inside of her knees with his tongue.
Smelling the sweet and sour scent, Hiroshi licked upwards like sweeping the floor. As his wriggling tongue slowly moved upwards, Kiwako's naked body, which had been like a corpse, began to sway slowly. The lavender-like fragrance grew stronger, and Kiwako finally stretched her hands, which had been covering her private parts, into the air as if searching for something.
Slender, black pubic hairs surrounded the cleft of her vulva, more like the shadow of a young girl than a mature woman's. This only amplified their vibrant sensuality.
Hiroshi imagined Shizuka's mother's frenzied reaction as his hard penis slid into her slit, the twisting of the opening as it welcomed his member, and a smile crept across his face.
He wanted to do it while watching, and he wanted Kiwako to do it while watching…
"It has to be done!…"
Hiroshi told himself, the black pubic hair swaying lightly before his eyes.
He felt it was a beautiful adornment; the pubic bone rising on the grass was enough to satisfy him. A proper pubic bone protrusion was more sensual, something Hiroshi liked. Women with a flat pubic area lacked sensuality—a conclusion he'd drawn from past experience.
He moved his lips and tongue along the inside of her thighs, while simultaneously using his right finger to scoop up the film of love fluid forming on the surface of her slit.
"Mmm…ah…"
Kiwako's waist trembled, the scent intensifying.
So that's it, what he'd thought was perfume was actually the scent of her own genitals…
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Hiroshi forcefully thrust his tongue into the cleft.
"Ah! No!..."
Kiwako let out a small scream, but strangely, the angle of her legs widened further, making it easier for his lewd tongue to move. Hiroshi began to search for the protrusion with the tip of his tongue, hidden in the bushes. But when his tongue touched it, it swelled up as if it had been waiting for this moment, protruding from the cleft to assert its presence. Hiroshi's tongue didn't lick; it swept with the tip, a light, almost imperceptible touch, like brushing against the air.
"Ugh... Ugh... No!..."
Kiwako arched her back, as if chasing Hiroshi's tongue, but his tongue lightly escaped.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
Kiwako's honey-like fluid overflowed, and she breathed heavily. The only contact between the two was the tip of Hiroshi's tongue, so Kiwako's mucous membranes trembled slightly as she constantly craved more intense stimulation. The aphrodisiac fluid melting from deep within her body filled her labia with honey-like nectar.
The unbearable sensation made Kiwako gasp for breath, writhe in agony, and finally burst into tears.
"I can't take it anymore. Come on, do it! Put your big cock in here!..."
How wonderful it would be to say that. But she could never bring herself to utter those words. She had to completely feign the pitiful victim's act. Unconsciously, Kiwako gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, rubbing them incessantly as if to suppress the intense itching. Hiroshi carefully observed her actions.
Yes! That's probably how she masturbates...
Thinking this, he couldn't help but pull Kiwako's hand towards her clitoris, gently pressing and rubbing it.
At first, Kiwako's hand seemed to want to leave, but she immediately cooperated with Hiroshi's hand, rubbing her clitoris.
Yes! That's how it should be...
Hiroshi withdrew his hand from her clitoris, and Kiwako stopped moving her hand.
"Hurry up!... You have to do it yourself, hurry up!"
"No! Don't do that..."
"Please, Grandma! Hurry up!"
"I can't... I can't..."
Lying! This proud woman will probably only do it if I force her...
Hiroshi pressed his hand against Kiwako's labia again, slowly moving it up and down. Kiwako moved in response.
"Do it, that's an order, understand?"
he commanded in a slightly forceful tone. When he withdrew his hand, Kiwako seemed helpless, her fingers moving. Hiroshi watched for a moment, then suddenly thrust his tongue into the cleft.
"Ah!"
Kiwako's fingers, stimulating her clitoris, moved faster than before. At this point, Kiwako was in a state where she had no choice but to do it. Fortunately, it was a forced request... that was her explanation.
Even so, she still hoped the young man would lick that area with his lewd tongue, not with her own fingers, but with his fingers touching every part of that place. She hoped he would forcefully tear open that itchy flesh with his hard, large penis.
Kiwako had already experienced several sensual assaults, feeling slight orgasms. But she was still far from the ultimate peak.
For "that feeling" to arrive, a man's thick, hard penis is absolutely necessary...
Instinctively, she adopted a provocative posture, moving her fingers. Her index and middle fingers grasped the protruding part, while her other fair and delicate fingers danced beautifully. This was probably what they meant by "eyes feasting on ice cream"—Kikazuko's current situation!
Young Hiroshi already felt his penis swell to its limit, his tongue wriggling in sync with the movements of her beautiful fingers, the overflowing nectar flowing almost endlessly, leaving large marks not only on Hiroshi's tongue but also on the sofa.
"Ahhh... what should I do..."
Kiwako's body arched beautifully into a bridge, her hot, tender flesh pressing against Hiroshi's tongue, seemingly melting. Kiwako's delicate finger movements were both lewd and incredibly graceful.
"More! More!"
Although young, Hiroshi's skillful words eased Kiwako's burden.
Although she acted as if she had no choice, she must actually be desperately craving this caress...
Indeed, Hiroshi's guess was correct. Although Kiwako was boldly moving her fingers, she still had the thought of being forced to masturbate. But the intense arousal she was experiencing was real.
"Ah! I want to cum!..."
Kiwako truly thought so.
"Ah!...I'm going crazy, please help me!"
She was completely immersed in pleasure, to the point of no return, and the wonderful sensations surrounding her entire body were so intense that she couldn't suppress them even if she wanted to.
"Ah! Ah...ah...ah ahh...no..."
Hiroshi inserted his long tongue into the narrow space of her mucous membrane, while clearly feeling Kiwako's body jumping, her tender flesh twitching like a living being.
The tingling pleasure and the accompanying sharp pain alternately dominated Kiwako's body. Her fully mature 34-year-old body, which hadn't had sex with a man for a long time, was anticipating the final moment of pleasure. The fleshy walls seemed to constantly try to grasp the young man's cylindrical tongue, penetrating deep into her. Her completely wet opening trembled incessantly, contracting and opening repeatedly.
"Ah...ah...ah!...Oh..."
At the moment she let out this moan, the man's lips, narrowed like a bottle's spout, sucked on her sensitive clitoris with tremendous force. A jolt of electric pleasure, indistinguishable from pain or itch, coursed through her spine and surged to her head.
"Ah...please! Stop..."
The confident young man ignored her cries and continued his assault, adding fingers to his tongue. His lewd fingers parted the labia, rubbing the lubricated membrane, before suddenly thrusting deep inside like a hard penis.
"Oh!...ah...no! What do I do..."
Kiwako had become a woman driven mad by lust. The young man held her knees between his arms, his gaze fixed on the panting flesh nestled in the black grass. He raised his fully swollen penis, deliberately swaying it defiantly.
Kiwako's dark pupils, already clouded with a layer of mist, gleamed with astonishment at the magnificent, beautifully erect penis on the nineteen-year-old's lower abdomen. Her ex-husband and former lovers both possessed considerable penises, yet they paled in comparison to the steel rod swaying before her, its veins bulging. Kiwako stared, breathless; even averting her gaze left her paralyzed, as if her pressure points had been abducted.
Kiwako almost reached for the penis like a sleepwalker, but she quickly regained her senses and managed to restrain herself.
From the tip of that magnificent penis, beautiful, transparent dewdrops, like shimmering clouds in the morning sun, dripped onto the ground, sparkling and glistening.
Hiroshi himself noticed this, scooping up a droplet with his fingers and bringing it to Kiwako's nose. A strong, masculine scent caused Kiwako to feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded.
"To be honest, I already ejaculated like this once when I went to the toilet,"
Hiroshi, still looking like a young man, said, rubbing his thick penis in front of her with his five fingers.
"So I thought I could still hold back a little, but seeing Mom's beautiful breasts or vulva makes me want to do it again."
Hiroshi emphasized the obscene words. These were words her husband had forced her to say, words she normally found disgusting. But saying them herself was stimulating and pleasurable. Whenever Kiwako was forced to say those shameful words, warm fluid would overflow between her thighs.
Now it was the same. Although she wasn't forced to say them, the moment the young man spoke them so calmly, every erogenous zone of Kiwako reacted strongly. Especially her vulva spasmed, and sticky nectar flowed from the inner walls like a fountain.
Hiroshi, assuming a position covering Kiwako, pulled her hand and pressed it against the steel rod. Kiwako felt tense, but because Hiroshi's strength was too great, she could only half-heartedly grasp it.
She felt an incredibly wonderful rhythmic sensation, and her thighs trembled, emitting a strong fragrance. Kiwako imagined the fullness of this erect penis penetrating the crevice between her thighs, and her whole body trembled involuntarily. The victimhood of being raped had somehow disappeared; now she only hoped that the penis in her hand would quickly plunge into her throbbing womb.
"Now I'm going to insert this..."
Hiroshi, confident in its size, announced smugly, as if bestowing a favor.
"Go slowly, hurry up..."
Kiwako cried out in her heart.
With hot, wet eyes, she looked at the intensely pulsating penis in her palm, the male essence dripping from the small crack at the tip of the glans gradually increasing, sticky lines constantly dripping around Kiwako's breasts.
The unbearable itching between her thighs grew stronger and stronger, and the uncontrollable pleasure spreading from there throughout her body forced Kiwako to instinctively begin rubbing the magnificent penis in her hand.
"Ugh! That's good..."
Kiwako quickly stopped what she was doing because Hiroshi made a groan-like sound. Regret for her lewd actions mingled with the feeling that it was a waste to ejaculate like this.
"Keep going..."
But Kiwako shook her head in refusal.
"Hurry up and finish! Someone might come at any time, and if they see us like this... please finish!"
Although she said this, these weren't Kiwako's true feelings; they were her own words, a reflection of her unbearable endurance.
"Hurry up! I can't hold back anymore! I'm going crazy wanting sex..."
These were the words Kiwako truly wanted to shout out.
"I know."
Hiroshi had also long exceeded his limit of endurance.
"It's about to start, and it seems like you're feeling the same way."
"No..."
But her voice was weak. Hiroshi's body recoiled, spreading Kiwako's legs wide, and all her strength vanished.
Hiroshi, his eyes narrowed, admired the woman's private parts for a moment, then, after a long while, filled with power, he pressed his throbbing penis against the woman's entrance.
Kiwako felt something hard at her entrance and immediately and eagerly prepared to receive it. This feeling instantly spread to the mucous membranes of her labia, which writhed as if trying to suck in the man's penis.
It had been several years since her divorce...?
Kiwako's mature body hadn't forgotten the dazzling sexual pleasure she had learned from men. Therefore, anticipating trembling and spasms, Hiroshi reached out to locate the entrance, and as he parted the petals into a V-shape with his fingertips, he thrust his hips forward forcefully.
"Wow! Ugh... Ah..."
As the hot penis penetrated deeply, her labia, which had been burning almost like fire, immediately began to throb.
"Ah... I can't take it..."
The young man cried out as he felt the flesh writhing and wrapping around his penis, his hips undulating even more rhythmically. As the thrusting speed increased, the thin membrane of Kiwako's vaginal opening made obscene sounds as the man's penis went in and out. Kiwako was overwhelmed by the sensation of the penis, which her fingers could not feel, and by waves of pleasure, twisting her waist as if in sync with the young man's movements.
"Yes! Yes! More! Ah... What should I do! I'm going crazy!... Please help me... I've already... Ah..."
The growing penis seemed to be relentlessly probing Kiwako's tender flesh, reaching towards her cervix. Naturally, Hiroshi's penis entered her body, and waves of different orgasms assaulted Kiwako's entire body. The final moment was imminent, but it had not yet reached the point of engulfing Kiwako's entire body.
Hiroshi, though young, was remarkably patient. Kiwako's frenzied posture before him was extremely stimulating, but Hiroshi persisted.
"Ah...!"
Suddenly, Kiwako's entire body stiffened, her eyes glazed over, her pupils unfocused. At the same time, the inner thigh, which was biting down on Hiroshi's raging penis, began to tighten with unbelievable force.
"I'm going to cum! I...I'm going to cum! Come on! Together...come on...!"
Seeing such an intense scene, Hiroshi finally opened the gates of his lower body. Kiwako felt an extremely stimulating impact deep inside her uterus.
From the magnificent cannon, there were continuous hot firings, four, five, six times, an unbelievable number of bursts, sending the essence deep into the woman's body.
When the shrunken Hiroshi's penis quietly slid out of the cavity, Kiwako's still secret hole was filled with lustful juices, emitting a faint fragrance, as if it was still lingering. Hiroshi couldn't help but sigh as he watched!

"I'll ask you one more time..."
Not long after starting to eat dinner later than usual, Kiwako looked at her daughter who had recently become much more womanly.
"What?"
Shizuka's expression was still that of a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore. Kiwako paused when she saw her daughter's gaze coming straight at her.
"What is it, Mom?"
"How far have things progressed between Grandma and Tashiro?"
"Oh, you mean Hiroshi!"
Shizuka picked up her favorite fried egg with her chopsticks, looking away from her mother.
"I remember you talking about it before..."
"I heard you mention it, but it's been a long time."
"Why are you asking about this?" "
Of course a mother should ask, especially since you've publicly said you like Hiroshi." "
That's true, because she's still a virgin now, but that could happen in an hour."
"Grandma..."
Kiwako looked surprised.
"But..."
Shizuka looked at Kiwako's face directly this time. Her pupils sparkled, and even though she was her own daughter, she found her adorable. For a very brief moment, Kiwako forgot her position as a mother and felt the jealousy of an ordinary woman towards her daughter.
"Mom, why do you keep asking about Hiroshi lately? You don't need to be so concerned!"
Kiwako recalled what had happened with her daughter's boyfriend, Hiroshi, three days ago, and couldn't completely hide her inner turmoil. She did feel that she had been asking too many questions about her daughter's boyfriend these past few days.
"He's just like Mom's lover..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Grandma!"
"Isn't he? Yesterday and the day before... about three days ago! It seems like he only talks about Akira, asking her endless questions."
*Three days ago, I was raped by that grandma's boyfriend named Tashiro Hiroshi...*
If she said that, what kind of expression would her daughter have?
"Mom, I'll say it again, we've never even kissed."
"Is that so?... That's good then. Let's not talk about it."
During dinner, the two barely spoke. Shizuka, perhaps unable to bear the silence, turned on the portable TV on the table, and an educational program appeared.
Kiwako vaguely remembered what happened three days ago. Since then, Hiroshi hadn't contacted her at all. While feeling relieved, she also seemed lonely; complex emotions swirled in Kiwako's heart. She felt that the young man still looked down on her.
Was Shizuka meeting with Hiroshi outside...?
Kiwako glanced at her daughter, Shizuka, who was watching TV while idly picking at her chopsticks.
At this moment, Shizuka recalled what had happened at her friend's house earlier that day. She realized that telling her mother she "hadn't even kissed" was a lie; they had actually kissed two months ago. However, since a month ago, Hiroshi had started making advances towards her. Shizuka wasn't mentally prepared, nor did she have the courage to do so.
Several of her friends said they hadn't been virgins since middle school. Many of Shizuka's friends weren't virgins either, and Shizuka thought that one day she too would lose her virginity, but for now, she was completely virgin.
That afternoon, Shizuka had arranged to meet Hiroshi at a tea shop. A classmate and her boyfriend happened to arrive, and because they were close friends, Shizuka accepted their invitation to go to their house with Hiroshi.
They played cards, but quickly got bored and decided to have some wine and listen to music. However, they soon discovered that her classmate and her boyfriend had gone to the next room. "
We've already crossed the line..." this classmate had openly declared. It was easy to imagine that they were having sex in another room.
"Where did those two go?"
Hiroshi asked with a serious expression, and Shizuka just chuckled.
"We can do that too..."
The moment she sensed the change in Hiroshi's gaze, Shizuka was immediately pushed down by him.
"Only kissing..."
But after a long kiss, Hiroshi pressed his body against Shizuka's.
Although they were still dressed, Shizuka could feel something hard, like a rod, touching the center of her body. Of course, she knew what it was and what her current state was.
She had heard a lot about changes in male function from her experienced classmates, and they described it in great detail.
A man cannot enter a woman's vagina without becoming erect. After her classmates' detailed explanation, Shizuka completely understood. She thought that if it was limp, it indeed couldn't enter, and she understood the story of how an erect penis could break through a hymen.
"That kind of pain is something you can't understand without experience, but once you get used to it, the pleasure is unforgettable. Only those who have done it can know..."
her classmates said.
Sixteen-year-old Shizuka is interested in sex. She attends Eiwa Girls' Academy in Tokyo, a prestigious and elite school. However, many of her classmates are no longer virgins.
People might think, "How could students at that school...?" But far more girls are willing to do such things without a care in the world.
After hearing various conversations, Shizuka longs to break free from all constraints and fly free. She has a strong curiosity about sex, in particular. However, she's too afraid to actually do it. Her current boyfriend, Hiroshi Tashiro, is currently studying to get into university dentistry. She doesn't think he's particularly intelligent, but he's tall and has a sweet face, resembling a young Alain Delon. Her classmates tease him when they see him, but Shizuka isn't entirely satisfied because she inevitably compares him to her father, with whom she separated years ago.
Shizuka loves her father, but her mother, Takako, is separated from him, and Shizuka is raised by her mother. Although she's allowed to see her father once a month, her mother dislikes these meetings and tries to avoid them as much as possible.
Compared to her father, a universally acknowledged genius performer, Hiroshi was nothing more than a modern-day pampered young master. But she had a premonition that she might marry a man like him someday—perhaps that's just the thought process of a girl in puberty.
Hiroshi, being quite forceful at her friend's house, especially when he pressed down on her, deliberately pressing his hard member against her thighs or her embarrassing genitals. It was a strange thing; what she initially found repulsive gradually gave way to different sensations. Her body felt numb and tingling, her thoughts became dulled, and only the floating sensation of her genitals intensified.
He touched her beautifully shaped, rounded breasts through her school uniform. This was her first experience; she tried to remove Hiroshi's hand, but her body lacked strength. The shameful part between her thighs began to burn.
If she hadn't heard her friend's voice then, she wondered what would have happened…
"Hey… Shizuka!"
Shizuka finally snapped out of her daze after Takako called several times.
"Ah! What?"
"What are you spacing out for! You've spilled soy sauce on your chest."
Shizuka hurriedly wiped it off with toilet paper.
Back in her room, she wanted to do her homework, but she couldn't muster the energy; her body felt strangely lazy.
Right, it's about time...
Shizuka glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. If it was accurate, her period would start in two days. Shizuka had learned to play with her fingers about a year ago, experiencing a shocking sensation when she accidentally touched a part of her mucous membrane during her period.
Whenever she had the chance, she would stimulate her labia, and without realizing it, she became addicted to this kind of lewd play. She felt ashamed of being a frequent masturbator, feeling unclean, but knowing that her friends did the same, she acted on her feelings at the time, touching her labia without any restraint.
Maybe she'll do it today...
Shizuka took a shower before her mother, returned to her room, and stood in front of the dressing mirror, revealing her beautiful naked body as she took off her pajamas. Perhaps because her parents were both tall, Shizuka, although only sixteen years old, was already 165 centimeters tall. Although the lines from her shoulders to her forearms were slender, her breasts were just as well-developed as Kiwako's.
Touching her upturned pink nipples brought a burning, stinging, itchy sensation, while her lower abdominal mucosa trembled slightly – a recent occurrence. The nipples she touched gradually emerged from the areola, but compared to her mother's, they seemed small and inconspicuous.
Touching the other, more inconspicuous nipple caused it to immediately stand erect, and her eyes began to burn and her vision blurred.
Her hand moved to her waist, remarkably firm and soft for a sixteen-year-old, her slender waist seemingly sculpted. Yet, her buttocks, almost overflowing from her panties, would make even adults envious. In the center of her cute lace-trimmed panties, the shadow of pubic hair appeared.
Hiroshi Tashiro desired her body, his feelings strangely stimulated, devoid of any unpleasantness. In fact, Hiroshi wasn't the only one interested in her body…
Shizuka had already noticed the burning gazes men gave her, especially noticeable by the swimming pool. This summer, her mother bought Shizuka a swimming membership at a top-tier hotel, costing 100,000 yen for the entire summer – a very expensive place. The high-slit, dress-style swimsuit was perfect for a young girl. When Shizuka emerged from the pool, the men around her would stare at this girl with a youthful face but a mature body.
The men were looking at my body with envy…
Shizuka bent down to take off her underwear; the dark pubic hair was slightly raised, making it particularly noticeable. When she put on the swimsuit, the base of her thighs was especially eye-catching. Shizuka knew, of course, that most men's eyes were focused on her mons pubis and breasts.
Was it too high…?
Although she had that feeling, from a male perspective, it might also be part of her charm. Shizuka lay back on the bed, deliberately spreading her legs lasciviously to look at herself in the mirror, fully displaying her crotch. Looking at it this way, the cleft was particularly large.
A man's erect penis would enter here, but could such a small place accommodate something so large…?
In reality, Shizuka had never actually seen a man's erect penis. She only had a vague idea because her friend used his hands to indicate its size.
It was said to be fifteen centimeters long—was that true? And it couldn't be grasped in one hand; were men's penises really that thick?
Thinking about it, she couldn't form a concrete impression.
But what Hiroshi had pressed against her clothes was definitely very hard…
Shizuka looked at her own genitals in the mirror with moist eyes.
"Ah…"
she couldn't help but cry out, feeling the pale pink mucous membrane of her vulva twitch. Just looking at it gave her a strange, itchy feeling, which grew increasingly hot.
She gently touched her labia; the mucous membrane was wet. She scooped up some of the fluid with her fingers and touched the even more pulsating, itchy, bean-shaped area.
"Ah!…"
A tremor ran through her body, a painful pleasure flashing from her waist all the way to the top of her head.
"Sex is so incredibly pleasurable…"
her friend described it in such an extreme way, saying that without experience, one couldn't know. Just touching it with her own fingers now evoked such intense pleasure; imagine how wonderful it would be if a man she liked touched it.
"Ah! Good...so good..."
Shizuka's fingers no longer felt like her own; they had somehow become Hiroshi's hands. Hiroshi's fingers were long, and the thought of his long fingers caressing her most sensitive area made her waist automatically twist.
Touch harder! Rub harder...
Shizuka arched her back wantonly. She could press her fingers down, but that would be too much, like a solo dance. She hoped these sexy fingers belonged to Hiroshi, and that she was arching her back according to his will.
"Hiroshi!..."
Her round buttocks arched in the air, feeling immense pleasure.
"Ah! More...!"
Her clitoris swelled to the point of bursting, and she felt a throbbing pain, but even stronger pleasure kept surging forth. However, something was missing, making her restless. If this continued, she would go crazy.
"Help me think of something... Hiroshi... I'm going crazy!"
Shizuka, seeking a new sensation, boldly inserted her middle finger gently between the soft mucous membranes of her vaginal opening.
"Ah!..."
She hastily withdrew her finger due to the intense pain; the previous pleasure had vanished completely. She quietly lifted her upper body to look at her thighs; there was no blood, only a bright liquid overflowing.
Shizuka felt exhausted, her heart filled with a mixture of anticipation and unease about intercourse.
At the same time, in the bathroom, Kiwako, like her daughter, held a small square mirror, looking at her parted thighs. Even she felt disgusted by her own obscene posture. As she had this thought, something inside her melted, wetting the mucous membranes between her thighs; its shape and color even she found unbelievably obscene. Just a few days ago, a young man's large penis had wantonly ravaged this area; now she especially missed that dizzying feeling. However, there was also a sense of regret. The other person was fifteen years younger than her, her daughter's boyfriend. She felt it was unfair to let a nineteen-year-old cram school student take advantage of her so easily.
But when will young people these days learn those kinds of sexual techniques...?
Kiwako gave birth to Shizuka at eighteen. From middle school, she often modeled for teen magazines, appearing on the covers of various publications. In high school, she was frequently invited to participate in fashion shows, wearing women's fashion suitable for women under twenty, walking the runway. She enjoyed this work and the applause she received.
It was Tadokoro Kazuki, a producer famous for his various productions, who noticed Kiwako at this time. During her third year of high school, Kiwako was invited to Tadokoro's villa. At the time, Tadokoro was thirty-two years older than her, and they had sex at the villa in Karuizawa. The following year, Kiwako graduated from high school and became Mrs. Tadokoro, while also entering university. That same year, their only daughter, Shizuka, was born. That year, Kiwako was only eighteen years old. She was still a mother, a top-tier designer, and formerly a top fashion model, which speaks volumes about her exceptional figure and beauty.
Kazuki was the son of a large landowner in Wakayama Prefecture, inheriting a considerable fortune. He was extremely generous with his money, both towards women and their performances. For the same reason, Kazuki didn't want his young wife to be just a puppet model, so he had her study fashion design and travel to Europe multiple times. Upon graduating from university, Kiwako won a fashion design award and signed contracts with many major companies, gradually making a name for herself as a fashion designer.
However, after becoming Mrs. Tadokoro, Kiwako's life wasn't very stable. Her husband, Kazuki, was infatuated with women to an unrestrained degree. Due to his profession, he inevitably had to interact with women, but Kazuki's condition could be described as pathological, and the two frequently had unpleasant encounters because of women. Five years later, Kiwako finally divorced her husband and resumed her former surname, Tokigi Kiwako.
The daughter, Shizuka, stayed with Kiwako. Kiwako desperately wanted her daughter, and Kazuki, having admitted his mistake, agreed to this arrangement.
Kiwako's life became lively and fulfilling. She had become a high-income earner and received a substantial monthly allowance from Kazuki for her education. However, she had one unfortunate problem: she wasn't lucky with men. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that men were intimidated by Kiwako's beauty and reputation and dared not pursue her.
For two or three years after the divorce, Kiwako was content with a life without men. However, a healthy woman in her early thirties couldn't endure being single indefinitely. From the moment Kiwako's body began to crave men again, she often had embarrassing dreams—sexual dreams.
But each time, just as she was about to climax, she would wake up back to reality, leaving only a tingling and restless feeling in her mature body, and her private parts would secrete copious amounts of fluid that even she found embarrassing.
Kiwako's body couldn't be satisfied simply by washing away vaginal fluids; she inevitably needed to use her own fingers. At the crucial moment, something was still missing. After more than five years of marriage, Kiwako's body was about to blossom. Just then, she was about to divorce. However, Kiwako was a very busy person at the time and had no time to think about sex. But after life settled down, her body naturally craved sexual satisfaction. During this
period when Kiwako was struggling with her sexual desires, her daughter Shizuka had her first period. Shizuka was twelve years old at the time. Kiwako felt a woman's destiny at this moment; menstruation meant she was ready to have children. Having children required a man's seed, so she deeply felt that a woman's body was essential to a man's body in life.
However, Kiwako also had her social standing, and her daughter Shizuka was growing into her most difficult-to-manage age; she couldn't afford to act rashly.
Shizuka grew up to be very beautiful, and by middle school, many boyfriends were calling her. While Kiwako was careful from her mother's perspective, she still adopted a degree of laissez-faire. Shizuka, a very intelligent girl, never did anything she needed to hide from her mother. She would report even the most trivial matters to her mother and discuss them with her.
The first boyfriend she formally brought home was Hiroshi Tashiro. He seemed to come from a good family and was the straightforward, modern type. Although he inevitably seemed a bit frivolous, it was understandable given that most young people these days are like that.
"I want to be Hiroshi's wife..."
Shizuka had said that before, but that's typical of girls with many fantasies. She didn't seem too serious, though she had asked if they'd had any relations, and so far, it seemed not.
However... Kiwako had already had relations with this young man named Hiroshi. Even if it was rape, if Shizuka knew the truth, she would probably be greatly shocked, and she hadn't completely refused.
She just thought that at the time it was unavoidable, but from her daughter's perspective, it was absolutely unforgivable.
She was indeed abnormal at the time, but he actually took advantage of her when she needed a man the most...
Kiwako closed her eyes, and immediately the image of that young man's incomparably magnificent and erect penis appeared in her mind.
Ah! It's flowing again... She could feel the tender flesh between her thighs trembling slightly, warm fluid overflowing from her labia, and the unbearable itching made her whole body spasm uncontrollably.
That's how that person did it... Kiwako's fingers touched the swollen bud within the petals, then stroked it upwards as if pinching it. As she stroked upwards from the cleft of the flesh, following the order of her thumb, index finger, and middle finger, a sweet, tingling sensation, almost making her cry out, quickly spread from the tip of the bud to every corner of her body.
"Ah...darling..."
Kiwako spread her legs in a wanton posture, leaning against the tiled wall of the erotic room, calling out to the man she was intimately acquainted with, her other hand caressing her fully erect and hardened nipples.
"More...more..."
She was lost in her own acting, daydreaming of a strong man skillfully caressing her crotch.
In that instant, all thoughts of the glamorous fashion world and bustling social circles vanished from Kiwako's mind, leaving only the symbol of the male phallus. Imagining that thing ravaging her crotch, she couldn't help but crave a real man.
She inserted several fingers together into her vagina, using the thicker base of her fingers to press and rub upwards against the sensitive bud.
"Ah! So good...!"
Her fingers, glistening with vaginal fluid, emitted indescribable, obscene sounds, which greatly stimulated her.
"More! More..."
Her fingers danced, her waist twisted. Small orgasms kept coming, but something was missing. When she vaguely opened her eyes, Kiwako saw a brand-new brush on the dressing table. You could imagine that the icy part of a popsicle was all hair; it was even larger than a man's erect penis.
Kiwako picked up the brush, still wrapped in plastic, removed the plastic, poured hot water on it to disinfect it, and then spread her legs in front of the mirror, looking at her wide-open vulva. Under the black pubic hair, there were pyramid-shaped buds the size of beans, peeking out as if expecting something.
The mucous membranes, parted to the left and right, were already moistened with dew, shimmering, and vaginal fluid formed dewdrops on the tips of the short black pubic hairs.
Gently parting the flesh with her fingers, the beautiful, light pink walls resembled intricate patterns, seemingly writhing upon closer inspection.
There was something large and thick inside...
Just thinking about it made warm, moist liquid seem to well up and overflow from between the flesh walls.
Kiwako placed the brush in her hand on the mucous membrane of the petals, touching only the tip. The soft, slippery membrane wrapped around the tip of the brush with a smooth feel. With a slight push, the tip was sucked into the cavity with almost no resistance. The mucous membrane, like an octopus's sucker, held her and tried to draw her in. Continuing to push, she encountered considerable resistance; the soft flesh of the vaginal opening sank in with the intrusion of the brush. Simultaneously, the bristles inside rubbed against the flesh walls, creating a strange, itchy yet painful sensation that spread throughout her body—an indescribable feeling of comfort.
"Ahhh...!"
Kiwako cried out, pushing the brush handle deeper.
The tip touched the uterus, and in that prickly instant, the uterus immediately reacted, seemingly drooping towards the opening.
She spread her legs wider, gently removing her hand from the brush. The brush, inserted into her vaginal opening, produced a strange sensation, but Kiwako watched the scene with ecstasy. A numbing sensation surged from deep within her body. Upon closer inspection, the brush protruding from between her thighs moved rhythmically, indicating the movement of the vaginal walls.
Trying to tighten her sphincter, the entire brush rose upwards. Kiwako grasped the protruding handle and thrust it in and out like a man's penis. The vaginal mucosa rose and fell, the friction of the bristles bringing unparalleled pleasure, and her vaginal fluid dripped down the handle.
"Ah...I...can't take it anymore..."
She forcefully rotated the brush handle to the right, causing the bristles inside to twist in the same direction, creating an intense friction sensation.
"Ah...like this...I'm about to cum..."
she muttered to herself involuntarily, then rotated to the left, her flesh twisting and rubbing in the opposite direction. As she rotated back and forth like this, a torrent of orgasm began to surge.
"Ahhh! I'm going to cum!...I'm cumming! I'm cumming..."
The beautiful, mature 34-year-old woman's body collapsed onto the tiled floor, convulsing as if electrocuted, simultaneously reaching the peak of her sensuality. Her still-convulsing flesh gripped the brush tightly, refusing to let go.

Daikanyama, located between Shibuya and Ebisu, is a relatively new amusement district in Tokyo, popular with young people. In a corner, there's a classic-style café where a couple sits facing each other: Hiroshi Tashiro and Shizuka Tokigi. They
don't have anything particularly important to talk about; young people probably need to spend time together like this occasionally. Shizuka had initiated the meeting, as it was Saturday, and she had no classes in the afternoon, wanting to spend the extra time with her lover. Hiroshi's home was on a slope near Daikanyama Station. His father ran a dental clinic in a building in Aoyama-cho, and his mother taught flower arranging at a cultural seminar. His parents were often away from home. Hiroshi went to cram school in the mornings and usually spent his afternoons at home preparing for the college entrance exams. However, being spoiled, he often drove around.
Shizuka casually asked about his recent situation, as her mother had been asking about Hiroshi a lot lately, so she couldn't help but ask.
"I need to study. A year of cram school is manageable, but if I fail two years in a row, it'll be a bit embarrassing."
"That's true. How's your progress?"
"So-so."
"Well then, how about coming to my house?"
Hiroshi turned his head away and remained silent for a while.
Strange... Shizuka had this feeling. Normally, he would have agreed immediately, but he seemed hesitant. Hiroshi used to be the one who often asked to come to Shizuka's house.
"Oh! I'm not going today."
"Why?"
Shizuka pressed, feigning indifference.
"You need to read more books; there will be a mock exam soon."
"Oh! Really?"
Although Shizuka said this, she didn't believe it. His attitude was very unnatural. Was this just a woman's intuition in love...? Thinking this, Shizuka couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She had feelings for Hiroshi, but was it love? Shizuka couldn't tell. Although she had told her mother that she could marry Hiroshi, it was half true and half false. She didn't fully understand her own true feelings.
"I think..."
Hiroshi vaguely recalled Kiwako, and turned his head when he heard Shizuka's voice, which was eight octaves higher.
"Hiroshi, can I go to your house now?"
Only the guard dog was left at home, and Hiroshi had a wicked thought that he might be able to get past her last hurdle.
"Is anyone home?"
"No, no one..."
"I want to see your room."
"It's a mess."
"It's okay."
"Okay, let's go then."
As Hiroshi picked up the bill, a group of college girls walked in with sweet voices.
"Hi..."
Among the group, Sawaki Aya, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was the one who looked particularly beautiful. Hiroshi introduced Sawaki Aya to Shizuka at the counter. Ayumi was Hiroshi's classmate in high school. A talented girl who immediately gained admission to K University's medical school after graduation, they had been active together in the high school swimming club, where Ayumi was a leading figure. However, Ayumi was far ahead academically, gaining admission to K University's medical school, a prestigious institution on her first attempt, comparable to the University of Tokyo.
On his way home, Hiroshi recalled Ayumi's physique at the swimming competition, and his penis involuntarily became aroused. Most female swimmers had voluptuous upper bodies, their breasts not resembling breasts but rather fleshy lumps. Ayumi, however, possessed a slender figure with curves in all the right places, a perfectly proportioned and beautiful body. She was an idol not only for the boys in the swimming club but for all the boys in the school. Even girls wrote her love letters, demonstrating her popularity. Later, when Ayumi went to university, Hiroshi became a senior in high school.
"Hey! What are you thinking about?"
"Um! Nothing!"
Hiroshi's house was at the top of a slope. The main gate was closed. The two walked around the wall to the back door and entered the backyard through a small door with a ceramic nameplate by the tree.
Two Japanese dogs ran over when they heard the noise. Hiroshi stroked their heads, and they wagged their tails and leaned closer. Hiroshi took Shizuka's hand and let her stroke the dogs' necks.
"That way, you two are friends."
"Are you this easy to get along with everyone?"
"Only when I'm around do you bark fiercely at strangers."
"Oh! Then let's be friends!"
Shizuka stroked the two dogs' heads carefully again and followed Hiroshi into the house.
"Where's your maid?"
"Oh, she's off today."
"Isn't it Sunday?" "
One day a week, it's up to her."
"Oh..."
Hiroshi's room was a Western-style room on the second floor, with only a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf. It was surprisingly clean and tidy. When they entered, they smelled a man's scent.
"Hmm... this is probably what a man's scent is like!"
Shizuka deliberately turned her face around, exaggerating her sniffing expression.
"I'll go get some drinks."
As Hiroshi went downstairs, Shizuka glanced around the empty room. A small television, big enough to fit in the palm of her hand, sat
on the desk. Then Shizuka's gaze fell on the open notebook on the desk.
"...?"
Several names of Takako were scribbled on it in cursive script.
"Why is it Mom's name...?" Shizuka's doubts grew stronger, and this feeling was very uncomfortable.
Hearing footsteps outside, Shizuka quietly left the desk.
Later, during their conversation, Shizuka casually mentioned her mother.
"My mom's been acting really strange lately!"
When Shizuka said this, she did see a fleeting hint of tension on Hiroshi's expression, and his immediate change of topic made Shizuka feel uneasy.
She remembered her mother asking Hiroshi too many questions. Had something happened between them? No! That was absolutely impossible...
Although she denied it in her heart, the doubts that formed in her mind grew stronger and stronger. She remembered that when Hiroshi first met Takako, he said to Shizuka,
"Your mother is not only beautiful, but she looks as young as your older sister. If I were a little older..."
She felt that the gleam in Hiroshi's eyes at that time was not just the look of someone looking at an ordinary woman, but the unique expression of a man who was interested.
With complicated feelings, Shizuka went to the window and looked at the many trees in the courtyard. Two dogs were playing in the yard, looking very happy. Compared to them, they were...
Shizuka felt that the two of them in the small room were separated, and she felt very angry for some reason.
"What's wrong, Grandma?"
Hiroshi asked from behind, his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't do this!"
She screamed hysterically and turned around. Hiroshi's face was in front of her. She tried to shake him off, but the man's strength was still strong. In an instant, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth pressed against hers. Although she struggled, it was no use. Actually, she didn't dislike Hiroshi; it was just that a lingering suspicion in Shizuka's heart prevented her from being straightforward.
Although Hiroshi was young, his kissing skills were very refined. His lips gently rubbed together, a ticklish sensation and a premonition of what was about to happen made Shizuka's thinking blank, and her resistance vanished without her noticing.
Hiroshi's embrace became gentler than before. His left hand encircled Shizuka's supple waist, while his right hand gently caressed her back down to her shoulder blades. This made Shizuka feel incredibly comfortable, light and airy.
Unconsciously, Shizuka had already opened her mouth halfway. At that moment, a warm tongue quietly slipped inside, slowly licking her gums. As the tip of his tongue gently rubbed there, Shizuka felt a strange urgency.
His tongue continued to move inward, finally finding Shizuka's tongue, and Shizuka couldn't help but press herself tightly against Hiroshi.
It was a long kiss. Hiroshi's tongue roamed freely in Shizuka's mouth. Shizuka felt numb, and just standing there was a struggle.
"Ah!..."
Hiroshi finally pulled his tongue out, and Shizuka breathed a sigh of relief. Hiroshi then leaned his face closer, and as their cheeks rubbed together, she felt a burning heat. Shizuka nestled in Hiroshi's broad embrace with a dreamlike feeling.
Hiroshi tightened his grip on her waist, and only then did Shizuka realize that something hard was pressing against her groin, causing her to gasp in surprise. That hard thing was, of course, the penis that experienced men often use to describe its size, saying, "A man's thing is this big!"
The more Shizuka became aware of Hiroshi's erection, the more her lower abdomen throbbed with pressure and friction, and the warm liquid overflowing from her secret crevice made her heart flutter.
She felt the same wetness when she touched it with her fingers, but this was nothing like before. Now she could clearly feel the fluid seeping through her thin panties, and it wasn't just wetness; the itching sensation was growing stronger. As
she couldn't help but twist her waist, Hiroshi let out a soft groan, pressing the hard thing down even harder.
Shizuka could no longer stand, her legs buckling. Hiroshi gently lifted her nearly collapsing body and carried her to the bed against the wall.
Her skirt was already lifted, but Shizuka didn't notice at all.
Hiroshi could clearly see the panties clinging tightly to her snow-white thighs, the narrowest part already damp, revealing a dark patch of pubic hair. This made his already swollen penis inside his pants even more painfully throb.
However, Hiroshi was very cautious. At this point, their bodies would eventually unite; the most important thing was how not to instill fear in her.
Hiroshi believed Shizuka was one hundred percent a virgin. He gently lay down beside her, extending his tongue to her soft earlobe. Shizuka moved closer to Hiroshi's body, gently stroking her back like soothing a baby. When he secretly observed Shizuka's expression, she slightly furrowed her brows and tilted her head back, revealing her white throat.
This proved she was aroused... But Hiroshi wasn't in a hurry. Delicious treats should be savored slowly, and that was his mindset now. He demanded patience from himself now, so that the pleasure later would be doubled.
Hiroshi's tongue slowly licked from her earlobe to her neck, then to her face, while carefully reaching his hand to her alluring, rounded breasts. Shizuka's body twitched slightly, but she remained still. Her round breasts were already in his palm, her chest rising and falling.
The school uniform and bra were now in the way, but there was no need to rush. As he gradually increased the pressure of his caresses, Shizuka's breathing became heavier. The uniform was styled like a sailor's uniform, so it had no buttons, but the hem was loose, allowing his hand to easily slip inside.
Another kiss—this was to focus her attention on his lips. Sure enough, Shizuka's arms wrapped around Hiroshi's neck.
Alright! Now he would show her what a deep kiss was…..
Hiroshi made his tongue move even more passionately than before, while his hand quietly slid under the school uniform, pushing up the bra. The previously compressed mounds of flesh were freed from the bra and suddenly protruded.
The breasts were elastic and the perfect size. The moment he touched them directly, Shizuka's whole body trembled, but she immediately gasped. He massaged her entire breast with all five fingers, occasionally lightly rubbing her nipple with his index finger. The nipple immediately reacted, hardening and protruding, though not very large. Hiroshi felt this was a virgin's nipple, and he repeated the same action with astonishing patience.
Perhaps struggling to breathe, Shizuka's head swayed from side to side, making soft, mosquito-like breaths as it left her lips, further stimulating Hiroshi.
He gently lifted her school uniform, revealing two pink nipples, still showing traces of her bra, which added to her allure.
Hiroshi lifted Shizuka's upper body, gently caressing her breasts with both hands, while simultaneously allowing his eyes to fully appreciate the elastic sheen of her virgin breasts.
Her mother's breasts were also very beautiful, but he felt Shizuka's clean breasts possessed an indescribable charm…
Hiroshi made a V-shape with his thumb and the other four fingers, placing the nipple in the center, enveloping the entire breast and slowly massaging it.
"Ah! Ah... Ah..."
Shizuka gasped in pain as she breathed, but the nineteen-year-old knew perfectly well that it wasn't a sound of genuine pain. Hiroshi's gaze shifted to Shizuka's lower abdomen. Her skirt, lifted to form a belt at her waist, accentuated her already feminine figure, which swayed gracefully to the sides. While her slender waist was slightly pointed, it didn't indicate excess fat.
Her navel was naturally fuller, but what was particularly striking was the small mound hidden beneath her tiny panties, which seemed especially fleshy.
Her mother was the same...
Hiroshi recalled seeing Kiwako's genitals a few days ago and couldn't help but swallow hard. Hiroshi had been with several women, but he felt that women with weak pubic mounds seemed to lack happiness; in fact, sex with such women wasn't very enjoyable. Hiroshi narrowed his eyes, looking
at Shizuka's alluring pubic mound...
"Could I get her to take off her panties without any resistance...?" Therefore
, the best way is to make a woman's body completely arouse that desire. However, to make a true virgin arouse that desire is extremely difficult, but it is precisely because of this difficulty that it increases the man's pleasure.
Hiroshi decided not to immediately remove her underwear, leaving the last line of defense would make Shizuka feel somewhat at ease. This was a rare opportunity, and he couldn't let it slip away due to momentary impatience. Hiroshi
sat beside Shizuka, carefully caressing her breast with one hand, while stroking around her navel, inner thighs, and down to her knees with the other. He felt that this method would stabilize Shizuka's emotions.
Shizuka bent one arm and placed the back of her hand on her forehead to hide her expression, while raising the other hand to her shoulder. Her whole demeanor appeared very casual, probably indicating that she was no longer capable of thinking. This was very advantageous to Hiroshi, and he caressed Shizuka's entire body for a long time, finally achieving the desired effect.
He was almost there... Hiroshi gazed at his beautiful prey lying beside him, panting heavily. His movements, though slow, never stopped for a second. The slow motion probably made Shizuka feel safer. She closed her eyes, her face flushed with excitement, but her expression remained relatively calm. Occasionally, she would forcefully close her mouth, letting out a small moan, and gently twist her lower body.
"Hmm...she must be very aroused..."
Hiroshi wanted to see that expression even more, carefully placing his palm on the center of her slightly bulging panties.
In an instant, Shizuka's head jerked back, revealing more of her white throat. Hiroshi calmly observed Shizuka's reaction, showing neither nervousness nor disgust, and increased the pressure on his hand caressing her breasts.
"Ah..."
Shizuka placed her hand on Hiroshi's hand that was caressing her breasts, expecting her to do something, but she remained still. He increased the pressure further, and Shizuka's brow furrowed. But Hiroshi was clever enough not to cause Shizuka intense pain.
Focusing Shizuka's attention on her breasts, he gently stroked the center of her panties with his other hand, pressing down lightly with the thickest part of his palm, his five fingers caressing the mound of flesh hidden by pubic hair.
"Ah! Ah... Ah..."
Shizuka was clearly experiencing pleasure, an indescribable sensation that she could never achieve with her own fingers. It surged from the most mysterious part of her body, and the feeling intensified with Hiroshi's touch, spreading to every part of her body. Not only that, but warm liquid continuously flowed from deep within her vagina, the sticky, slippery sensation transforming into a ticklish itch stimulating the tender flesh at the entrance of her secret place, causing her to involuntarily make sounds.
"Ah...ah..."
Shizuka quickly closed her mouth after realizing it, but the pleasure continued to surge, so unconsciously her lips relaxed, emitting sweet moans that surprised even herself.
"It feels so good to be touched by a man's hands..."
At first, Shizuka felt embarrassed, but as the pleasure increased, she had long forgotten her shame, reveling in the vortex of pleasure.
However, when Hiroshi's hand gently caressed the bulge between her thighs, it produced a completely different feeling than before, and she couldn't control it. It was completely different from the feeling of playing with her own fingers; it could only be described as a beautiful pleasure, an indescribable, wonderful feeling enveloping her entire body.
Shizuka thought to herself that Hiroshi probably already knew her panties were completely soaked...
Although she felt embarrassed at the thought, the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible for her to resist. Shizuka felt like she was floating in the air, her entire body at Hiroshi's mercy.
Hiroshi rubbed her mons pubis, occasionally pressing with his middle fingertip on a hidden area where there might be a protrusion. To his surprise, her clitoris was already swollen in the pubic hair.
"Ah...ahh! Ah..."
Pressing on her clitoris for five or six seconds, Shizuka let out sweet moans, arching her back and moving her body.
This felt so good. The spot Hiroshi was pressing on was the clitoris I always touched first, but it felt so sweet when touched by a man's hand...!
Surrounded by a light, floating pleasure, Shizuka began to actively and eagerly push her clitoris towards Hiroshi's hand. Hiroshi knew clearly that Shizuka was completely immersed in pleasure. "
That should be enough," Hiroshi said, moving his hand from her breasts to her lower body. He slipped his fingers inside her panties, gently pulling them down until the back edge nestled against her round buttocks.
"Lift your waist up a little!"
At that moment, Shizuka's slender waist lifted slightly, like a puppet's. Hiroshi then removed her school uniform, bra, and the skirt around her waist, leaving Shizuka completely naked. "
Is this the body of a sixteen-year-old high school girl?!"
Hiroshi exclaimed inwardly, gazing at the beautiful naked body, a feeling he couldn't quite describe. Pubic hair clung to his fingers.
She really is like her mother…
Hiroshi gently stroked Shizuka's thin pubic hair, recalling the beautiful, dark bush that grew beneath Kiwako's.
"Ah!"
Shizuka let out a small gasp as Hiroshi pinched her swollen clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. Shizuka bent one leg in an attempt to cover herself, but when Hiroshi's fingers caressed the cleft of her vulva, she weakly lowered her leg.
As Hiroshi stroked her from top to bottom and bottom to top, he didn't forget to gently caress her clitoris with the fleshy base of his fingers.
Shizuka's waist began to tremble slightly, a natural result. A current of pleasure, both painful and itchy, ran from her toes to the tips of her hair, and nectar flowed continuously, making her labia moist.
"Ah... good..."
It was her instinct to say it, but Shizuka herself had no idea what she was saying.
"Does it feel good?"
Hiroshi's voice seemed to come from afar. Shizuka didn't answer. Although she wanted to admit it, she felt it was too difficult, but the pleasure was very real.
Hiroshi pressed his middle finger against the wettest opening, applying slight pressure. The petals slipped open, and his fingertip penetrated about a centimeter, but it was too tight to go any further. When he tried to push deeper, Shizuka twisted her waist in refusal, and seemed to wince in pain.
"Good, now it's completely proven she's a virgin..."

Hiroshi stroked his throbbing, erect penis against his trousers, silently thinking,
"I'll release you soon and give you your freedom..."
One hand still skillfully teased Shizuka's clitoris, while the other pulled down his trousers and underwear.
The hard penis, freed from the narrow space, sprang out like a spring, swollen almost painfully, and drops of fluid flowed from the small opening at the tip, wetting the thick shaft from the glans.
Just a little more, just a little more… Hiroshi turned his gaze, which had been distracted by himself, back to Shizuka's lovely vulva. It was indeed alluring, but Hiroshi found the sight even more sensual, and the thought of conquering it filled him with immense joy, yet he remained remarkably calm.
Hiroshi had learned from the prostitutes at the brothel how foolish it was to rush things, and in fact, any woman who began intercourse would become incredibly greedy, refusing to let go of her man until she was satisfied herself. If a man ignored this, he would be utterly despised.
Although young, Hiroshi knew a great deal about this and wouldn't act recklessly with Shizuka.
Shizuka was indeed a virgin, but she was more interested in intercourse than others, and she also derived considerable sensuality from masturbation. Therefore, after Hiroshi's very careful actions and caresses, she was completely immersed in intense pleasure.
This situation was advantageous to Hiroshi. Virgins usually experience fear of losing their virginity, and Shizuka was no exception. Initially, she trembled with fear, but thanks to Hiroshi's prolonged and patient caresses, she was now trembling with overwhelming pleasure. Shame and fear completely vanished under this intense pleasure.
Shizuka became a puberty-stricken woman desperately seeking pleasure; her vulva had forgotten the caution of virginity, just as a mature woman feels itchy and unbearable in pursuit of a certain sensation.
When Hiroshi moved his body between Shizuka's legs, his hands did not leave her private parts. If he interrupted her pleasure and restored her to her usual lucidity, all his previous efforts would have been wasted.
When he bent over to look at where his hands had touched, her pubic hair was disheveled, the fluid gushing from her vulva moistened her labia, and the mucous membrane of her vagina was still twitching. It was more alluring than any woman's vulva Hiroshi had ever seen before.
When he applied a lot of saliva to his other fingers and then to the entrance of her petals, the saliva and the sticky nectar from her labia melted together. It was probably incredibly itchy; the sixteen-year-old virgin twisted her waist vigorously like a woman familiar with sexual pleasure.
Finally, she straightened her back, her lower abdomen touching Hiroshi's penis, which was visibly erect at a sharp angle. Hiroshi endured the pain and pressed down, a thin, clear droplet of fluid sliding down Shizuka's thigh.
Only when she leaned forward did Hiroshi's hand leave Shizuka's body. Because he needed one hand to support his body, while the other guided his erect penis.
Shizuka experienced the illusion that her body was floating in the air. The light, floating sensation and the numbing pleasure made her most feminine area—the cleft between her legs—hot and itchy. She couldn't settle down unless the itch in her labia was relieved. While masturbation always had an ending, it always left a feeling of incompleteness, as if something was missing. Now, the pleasure was dozens of times greater, her whole body burning hot.
"A friend once said that the beauty of sex can only be understood through experience, and I think that's true. Now I'm about to do it for the first time. How will this itch end...?"
Shizuka thought vaguely in her fading consciousness, her mind blank, devoid of the capacity to think about anything, just a dreamlike, aimless pursuit of pleasure.
Ah... her body suddenly convulsed.
At that moment, Hiroshi's thick penis touched Shizuka's labia, the wet, sticky membrane tightly gripping the glans. He inserted a little to test it.
"Ah..."
Shizuka's expression turned sinister, and she pulled back. Hiroshi gripped his erect penis and slowly rubbed it against the entrance.
"Ah... Oh..."
She was clearly experiencing pleasure. Taking advantage of this moment... Hiroshi was about to thrust downwards.
"It hurts... Oh... It hurts..."
But Hiroshi continued to press his hips down.
"It hurts... No!... Stop... Stop it!..."
Shizuka suddenly struggled, but this brought Hiroshi good fortune. Although it felt very tight, his glans had already "plop" fully entered the virgin's mucous membrane.
A numbing sensation ran through her head. Shizuka struggled with great strength, but Hiroshi didn't force it further, remaining completely still.
Shizuka thought to herself... It felt like being cut by a knife, but the pain stopped at a certain point because Hiroshi was quietly waiting for her reaction.
When the thick, hard penis entered her vagina, it did indeed hurt like a burn, but the initial tearing pain had disappeared, replaced by a penetrating pain. Was it really as big as her friend had indicated, and was it really inside her? It was unbelievable! A small hole, too small even for a finger to fit through, was actually being penetrated by a man's penis...?
The pain was a tangible confirmation of this; she had finally lost her virginity... There was no sadness in her heart.
Suddenly, a sense of surprise arose as the penis inside her throbbed and pulsed. It was a strange sensation, and a feeling different from pain was also arising from it, expanding throughout her body. It was a more intense sensation than touching a sensitive nipple or a protruding clitoris.
Shizuka gripped Hiroshi's shoulders tightly, sensing she was entering a completely different world.
Just then, completely suddenly, Hiroshi, who was pressing down on her, began to tremble and let out short moans, clinging to Shizuka's body like an infant clutching its mother.
At that moment, Shizuka immediately felt the penis throbbing inside her vagina, and hot liquid spurted from her tender, tingling flesh. For some reason, she clung tightly to Hiroshi's stiff, naked body.
Shizuka had heard about male ejaculation many times, so she understood to some extent that what had just been ejaculated was "semen." "
Just as I expected..." Hiroshi smiled inwardly. The sudden ejaculation was planned; only the glans had barely entered Shizuka's vagina. Knowing the size of his penis, he knew that inserting the entire length into Shizuka's virgin vagina from the beginning would be very painful. Therefore, he only inserted the glans to break her hymen, and then, after ejaculating, when his penis shrank slightly, he thrust it in completely.
The vaginal fluid from Shizuka and his own semen made penetration easier, which was also within his calculations, and the result was very smooth. If his hard penis were inserted all the way in, Shizuka might lose interest in men due to the intense pain and fear. Hiroshi had even considered this.
Although it softened a little, a young man's erection wouldn't shrink as quickly as an older man's. Hiroshi's skillful use of this was truly remarkable.
The penis, now fully inserted, gradually regained its original hardness and size. It did feel a little tight, but compared to when it was first inserted, the pain was much less.
Shizuka could clearly feel the penis inside her vagina begin to throb, and a very subtle sensation was slowly oozing from the hole holding Hiroshi's penis. It was itchy and sore, a feeling that couldn't be described in words. Shizuka seemed unable to bear it and involuntarily twisted her hips.
"Ugh..."
Hiroshi groaned, and Shizuka also let out a soft cry. It was still a little painful, but a wave of pleasure shot straight to the top of her head. Pain and pleasure were mixed together, but these two sensations, though similar, were completely different. Shizuka was experiencing two kinds of pleasure simultaneously.
Hiroshi carefully observed her, pressing his lower abdomen tightly against Shizuka's genitals, then swaying from side to side, or drawing circles with his buttocks using his penis as the center. This method only twisted the mucous membranes or labia, so it was much less painful than thrusting. Although young, he was very skilled.
A friend had told her that after getting used to it, she would inevitably make sounds, but Shizuka hadn't felt that yet. She only occasionally experienced sharp, twitching sensations from the walls of her vagina holding his penis, at which point she would involuntarily let out a "goo," quickly shutting her mouth. Realizing she was doing it repeatedly, she felt embarrassed and hot all over.
Hiroshi's upper body suddenly tilted, his chest pressing tightly together. She felt a slight weight, but Hiroshi seemed to be making comfortable "mmm" sounds in her ear, making Shizuka feel more at ease.
"Ah...so good..."
Hiroshi wanted Shizuka to experience the pleasure of intercourse as quickly as possible, so he deliberately said this. Sure enough, Shizuka, driven by curiosity and a woman's tenderness, asked,
"Is it really comfortable?"
"Yes, very comfortable. Your body is so wonderful, ah! So wonderful!"
Hiroshi seemed to encourage her sense of superiority, expressing it in an exaggerated voice before turning around and asking,
"Shizuka, how are you? Do you just feel pain?"
This was what Hiroshi was most interested in.
"It does hurt a little..."
"Don't you feel comfortable?"
"Well... I don't know, it's just a little strange."
"How strange?"
Shizuka said "strange" ambiguously, but in reality, she was already experiencing pleasure and felt like screaming for even more pleasure.
"It's somewhat beautiful, isn't it?"
Hiroshi wanted a more definite answer from her.
"..."
Shizuka nodded as if completely dependent on him.
Hiroshi decided to begin thrusting; she could stop when she felt pain, slightly raising her buttocks.
"Ah..."
As the penis was pulled out, the thin membrane that had been trapped inside the hole was also turned out along with the penis. It did feel tight, but it wasn't unbearably painful.
The penis, which had been pulled out halfway, slowly went back in. There was a little pain, but it also produced a pleasure that offset the pain.
"How is it? Is it okay?"
Shizuka nodded again, feeling that this level of pain was bearable.
Hiroshi was surprised that the piston-like movement could proceed so smoothly. He moved his upper body slightly away from Shizuka, looking at the part where their genitals were joined together. Under the dark pubic hair, a shiny penis was protruding halfway. Shizuka's labia were a little red and swollen.
"What kind of expression will she make when she sees this..."
Hiroshi was still very young in this regard, and he immediately wanted to realize what he thought of.
"Shizuka, milk..."
"What?"
"It might become an unnatural position, and it might be a little painful."
Hiroshi put his hands around Shizuka's back and interlaced his fingers.
"Look carefully!"
"Look at what..."
"Now I'll show you something beautiful."
Hiroshi pulled Shizuka closer to his body with both arms, their bodies forming a V-shape with their genitals connected as the axis.
"Look! My thing is on your side!"
Shizuka looked down and cried out, immediately turning her face away.
"Look carefully, this is a memorable sight!"
Hiroshi said calmly, gently turning Shizuka's face back to their joined parts.
"Don't be afraid, Mom..."
To reassure Shizuka, Hiroshi deliberately acted nonchalant. Shizuka looked at their joined parts again with a confused expression. Since the first time she saw it, Shizuka's heart had been pounding violently, but seeing it from the front, her whole body felt like it was on fire, clearly feeling the part she was looking at pulsating.
Her own labia were also very obscene, and Hiroshi's penis inserted there was so magnificent and thick!
To give her a clear view, Hiroshi deliberately pulled his penis halfway out of her vagina, revealing colorful, vibrant veins and regular pulsations beneath the pubic hair, covered in her vaginal fluids—a truly lewd sight.
"We're connected like this."
"It looks terrifying..."
Shizuka almost felt dizzy.
"Put your hands behind your back to support your body,"
Hiroshi said, demonstrating as he did so, then urging Shizuka to hurry.
The two looked at their joined bodies in the same position. Shizuka still felt embarrassed, her face flushed, looking like she was about to cry, but this allure also exuded a strong lewd nature.
"She's even more sexy now that she's seen this..."
Hiroshi felt satisfied that everything was going according to his plan.
"Look! This is how it goes in and out."
Hiroshi applied a little force to his waist and began thrusting again.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
As Hiroshi slowly twisted his waist, Shizuka seemed to match his movements, letting out a muffled groan.
He thought she was in pain, but upon closer inspection of her expression, it wasn't necessarily pain—no! Her expression was one of pure ecstasy.
"Ah...so good!"
Hiroshi exclaimed dramatically, then immediately asked softly,
"Shizuka, does it feel good too?"
Shizuka, her eyes half-closed, watched the hard penis thrusting in and out, and nodded slightly.
Hiroshi, like a victorious general, inwardly cried out "Exhilarating!" Even as he played with her, he thought of something even bolder. Now, let this sixteen-year-old girl fully experience the wonders of intercourse!
"I'm a little tired."
Hiroshi stopped thrusting. Shizuka glanced at him, but the moment their eyes met, she felt embarrassed and quickly looked away. However, she didn't look anywhere else; she remained interested in the point where their bodies met. Hiroshi had just passed her age a few years ago, so he knew very well that girls of that age had a great interest in intercourse.
"Indeed! Shizuka has immense curiosity; she probably wants to know more about intercourse..." "
Since that's the case," Hiroshi muttered to himself again,
"I'm tired..."
Then he grabbed Shizuka's wrist and slowly pulled her back, creating a riding position with the woman on top.
"Ah...that's much easier..."
Hiroshi feigned discomfort and smiled at Shizuka, who looked confused and didn't move.
"Put your hands here."
Hiroshi pulled Shizuka's hands to his chest, and Shizuka leaned forward slightly.
"Can you see it clearly now?"
Hiroshi gently stroked her pubic hair, and Shizuka looked at their joined parts. Hiroshi's penis was fully inside her, and she felt the hard head of his penis touching her internal organs. Hiroshi found her clitoris in the pubic hair and rubbed it with his fingers as if pinching it.
"Wow! Ah...ah...ah..."
A powerful pleasure shook her whole body, and Shizuka's head tilted back.
"Come on! Slowly wiggle your butt!"
Even without Hiroshi saying anything, she automatically wanted to move. This way, the pleasure could suddenly intensify or subside. Therefore, Shizuka knew that the degree to which she twisted her hips could produce the pleasure she desired.
"Yes! That's it!"
Hiroshi's fingers left her clitoris, and of course, Shizuka felt something was missing. But when she tried leaning forward, pressing her clitoris against Hiroshi's hard pubic bone, she experienced an even stronger pleasure than before. And when she swayed her upper body from side to side, or rotated around Hiroshi's penis, the feeling of pleasure was indescribable.
"Ah...ah! Ah...I'm going crazy...what should I do..."
Hiroshi, watching the girl desperately twisting her hips, couldn't help himself.
"Me too! Shizuka! Move harder...make me feel better..."
Shizuka knew she wasn't the only one feeling this way, and she became even more excited, twisting her hips incessantly. Although it wasn't as smooth as with an experienced person, her vagina was still very tight from being deflowered. Hiroshi gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, and she also thrust her hips upwards. Her penis felt tight and painful, but the pleasure was also much stronger.
"Ah! I'm going to cum! I think I'm going to cum...!"
Shizuka seemed to understand what Hiroshi meant. His use of "release" probably referred to a dazzling, wonderful world; she herself felt lightheaded, as if she were about to explode—perhaps this explosion was the end!
"I feel a little... strange..."
"Are you about to release?"
"I'm not sure!"
"Quick... quick, twist your waist!..."
"Hmm..."
Although her waist twisting wasn't very skillful, that stiffness actually stimulated Hiroshi.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore..."
Hiroshi lifted his buttocks from below, supporting Shizuka's entire weight on his thighs, arching his body into a bow shape. In that instant, Shizuka experienced a sensation she had never felt before, causing her uterus to vibrate violently.
"Ah! Hiroshi..."
In her closed eyes, she saw countless sparks explode, and felt the petals of her lower body vibrate arbitrarily. Suddenly, a mass of substances stored within her body melted away.
"Ahhhhh..."
Hiroshi ejaculated with overwhelming sensation. This time, they were truly one. Shizuka's stiff, erect upper body collapsed like a withered tree. Hiroshi gently held her, never letting go.

The cram school classes were dry and boring, utterly devoid of interest. However, most students still frantically copied notes and listened attentively to the teacher.
Hiroshi didn't think his environment was good. His father ran the Tashiro Dental Clinic, whose patients were all upper-class people, and his father's skills were excellent. But Hiroshi, an only child, believed he was going to cram school because of bad luck. Hiroshi
went to the parking lot near the cram school, where his "Mark Tuven" was. He had sneaked out of cram school. Not long ago, he bought a foreign sports car, but his father, citing its flashy nature, replaced it with this "Mark Tuven," bought from a friend for 2.8 million yen. It was a used car, of course, but it didn't look old. However, Hiroshi was still dissatisfied.
"Let's go to Shonan..." "
But halfway through the drive, he suddenly changed his mind. An unexpected visit to the fashion designer might be more fun, surprising Kiwako.
He hadn't called Kiwako since that encounter. Of course, he would call when he was in contact with Shizuka, but upon hearing Shizuka's mother's voice, he would immediately hang up. He did this intentionally, planning to find an opportunity to have more fun with Kiwako later.
'Kiwako's body... is just so beautiful...'
Hiroshi suddenly felt an unusual swelling in the front of his pants.
Kiwako was a fashion designer and worked at an agency, but he heard that she occasionally worked on her ideas at home.
'I should have come earlier...'
Hiroshi pressed down on the accelerator. Just before Shizuka's return, he parked the car on the side of the road to get out, and couldn't help but gasp. He saw Shizuka enter the apartment first, her distinctive uniform, her beautiful profile, and her slender legs peeking out from under her skirt.
'I've had sex with that woman...'
Thinking this, Hiroshi suddenly felt a strong sexual urge, wanting to satisfy his current sexual desire, no matter who it was."
"Oh, right! If Takako isn't here, I can have sex with Shizuka..."
Hiroshi ran to a nearby public phone booth.
Shizuka answered.
"Ah! Is this Hiroshi? I just called your house."
"Oh! What's up?"
"It's Mom's birthday today, there's a party tonight, would you like to come?"
"Is Grandma alone?"
"No! Mom's home, and the maid is here too."
"Hmph..."
Hiroshi almost clicked his tongue on the phone; it seemed he had to give up his earlier idea.
"Mom also said she absolutely had to invite you."
"Oh..."
Hiroshi was surprised.
"Okay! I understand, I can't guarantee when I'll be there, but I'll definitely go."
He hung up, drove back to his house in Daikanyama, and collapsed onto the bed.
Shizuka said her mother insisted he come; did she no longer hate him for forcing her to have sex? Hiroshi was still a little suspicious. Or was it because he was friends with her daughter, and to avoid Shizuka's suspicions, he was pretending to be normal?
Hiroshi thought about it for a while before falling asleep. It was already six o'clock when his mother woke him up. He hurriedly called Shizuka, and while on the phone, a novel idea popped into his head.
"I need to meet with my tutor to discuss something, so I'll go to the tutoring center first, then to Grandma's house. It should be around eight o'clock!"
"Okay!...I have a few friends here...but they have to leave at nine o'clock, so please arrive before nine o'clock...okay?"
"Okay!"
Women usually become this considerate after just one sexual encounter. Hiroshi thought of Shizuka's snow-white body, and his penis began to heat up.
Going to the tutoring center was, of course, a pretense. He deliberately went a little late, intending to stay at Shizuka's house. He planned to first enjoy his mother, Kiwako's, mature body in bed, and then play with his daughter Shizuka's fresh body.
"No! Maybe it will be the opposite order...?"
Hiroshi rang the doorbell at Kiwako's house a little after eight. There were already many people there, mostly women, and they were all beautiful, probably Kiwako's colleagues or fashion models. To be honest, Hiroshi felt pressured. When Shizuka called to say she had a friend, he assumed it was a classmate from her school.
The only young people left were Hiroshi and Shizuka. Perhaps there were a few women of Hiroshi's age among the models, but they were all heavily made up, making it difficult to tell their age.
"Welcome,"
Kiwako greeted Hiroshi, wearing what appeared to be her own design.
"Happy birthday!"
Hiroshi gave a particularly formal smile and handed her the flowers.
"Thank you! You can talk to Shizuka,"
Kiwako said with a radiant smile before attending to the other guests.
*I slept with this woman, and she cried with unrestrained pleasure in my arms with an incredibly alluring charm…*
Hiroshi felt that what happened that day was like a dream…
Shizuka led Hiroshi into her room and pressed her body tightly against him, saying,
"My mother was afraid I'd be lonely, so she asked me to invite you."
In foreign films, kissing between men and women usually begins with scenes like this…
Hiroshi, lost in thought, reached out and hugged Shizuka's waist, pulling her close for a kiss. As their tongues met, Shizuka reciprocated with hers.
Hiroshi immediately felt a surge of desire, so he pulled Shizuka's hand and pressed it against the hard, struggling thing inside his pants. Shizuka's breathing immediately became rapid, but she gripped the penis tightly from her pants.
"Oh! It's sticking up high..."
Shizuka seemed to caress the bulging area with affection, gently pressing down with her palm, feeling the pulsating sensation.
Hiroshi lifted Shizuka's skirt and unceremoniously stroked the bulging mons pubis, pressing down on what might be the clitoris.
"Ah!..."
Shizuka seemed to groan in pain, and pushed Hiroshi's touch towards her.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it's good..."
"Then, you've touched yourself too, right? Tell me honestly!"
"Yes..."
"Have you masturbated?"
Shizuka nodded slightly, then proactively offered her mouth. Hiroshi wanted to have sex with her immediately, but he barely restrained himself.
"I want to stay at Grandma's tonight, Grandma needs to figure something out."
Shizuka, thinking she was the only one who was Hiroshi's girlfriend, happily nodded at his proposal.
Before anyone else would suspect anything, the two went back to the living room together.
It seemed the party had been planned to end at nine o'clock, and as it approached nine, the guests began to leave. Everyone had work the next day, and Shizuka had school; the guests seemed to understand this situation.
When the guests had all left, Kiwako seemed tired.
"Mom, I'll call a masseuse for Grandma!"
Shizuka immediately went to make a call.
"Oh! Don't think of me as an old woman."
Kiwako's words seemed to be directed at Hiroshi, and then she immediately went into the bathroom. During this time, Hiroshi helped Shizuka tidy up.
When Kiwako came out of the bathroom, Shizuka immediately suggested,
"Let's ask Hiroshi to stay here! He'll help me clean up these things."
"But...it's so embarrassing!"
"No, I'd be happy to help."
Hiroshi diligently went into the kitchen to wash things.
The masseuse arrived soon after and massaged Kiwako in her bedroom. Shizuka and Hiroshi finished tidying up and arranged the beds in the guest room. Hibiki used to be Takako's studio; when there were guests, the sofa was pushed together to make a bed.
"I'll be at Grandma's later."
"Mmm..." Shizuka blushed.
The masseuse left around eleven. Shizuka went to check on her mother's bedroom; Takako was sleeping comfortably. She had drunk some alcohol, and the massage had probably helped her fall asleep.
Shizuka took a shower after Hiroshi. After showering, she returned to her room and was surprised to find Hiroshi in his pajamas.
"Will Mom wake up?"
"It's alright! She's fast asleep."
Shizuka knew Hiroshi had checked on her mother's bedroom while she was showering and felt uneasy. Hiroshi, however, was very perceptive and noticed Shizuka's feelings.
"I'm going to check if she's asleep. If she wakes up, it'll be troublesome, especially when we're like this..."
Hiroshi felt a renewed attraction to Shizuka in her pajamas, and immediately pushed her down onto the bed, pressing his face between her breasts and rubbing his cheek against hers. Shizuka held Hiroshi's head in her arms, stroking his still slightly damp hair.
Just like that, they could be completely immersed in their own world. Shizuka felt happy. Would every day be like this after marriage? Shizuka's heart was filled with sweet melancholy.
Hiroshi knew that Shizuka's unhappy feelings had disappeared, so he was no longer as gentle as last time and boldly opened her pajamas.
"Turn off the light..."
Hiroshi ignored Shizuka's request and, in the brightly lit room, fully admired her full breasts, which were slightly rosy, not necessarily entirely because she had just showered. It was related to the kisses during the pre-wedding game and the excitement caused by the man she liked looking at her under the light.
Hiroshi's eyes widened as he looked at the two mounds of flesh from less than ten centimeters away. From an aesthetic point of view, they were more beautiful than any woman he had ever been with in the past. However, in terms of maturity, Shizuka's mother, Takako, still had the most perfect breasts.
In short, both mother and daughter in this family had physical relations with me...
For young Hiroshi, this situation was very gratifying, which was certainly related to his increased confidence in dealing with women.
"Shizuka..."
"Hmm?"
"You said earlier... you masturbated."
"Ouch... no!"
Shizuka pressed her blushing face against Hiroshi's chest.
"You did it, didn't you?"
"Don't talk about that kind of thing..."
"Don't be embarrassed, I did it while thinking about you too."
At that moment, Shizuka's emotions changed, as if she was surprised.
"It's true, Shizuka, you did it, didn't you?"
"Hmm..."
"Shizuka, how about you take your clothes off?"
"What?"
"I'll take my clothes off too."
Hiroshi immediately did as he was told, taking off the borrowed pajamas, and when he took off his underwear, his already erect penis stood straight up.
Shizuka stared at Hiroshi's penis, almost forgetting to breathe. The disproportionate size of his penis against her slender body instilled a slight fear in her. Yet, it was also alluring; its slight trembling left a deep impression.
And, from the round, reddish-black tip, a clear fluid oozed.
"Shizuka, hurry up and take your clothes off!"
Hiroshi forcefully stripped Shizuka of her pajamas. Although Shizuka felt embarrassed, his actions aroused her, and she let him undress her.
"And your panties!"
Shizuka looked confused, but turned around and sat down, pulling down her panties, which magically shrank into a ball.
Hiroshi thought Shizuka's face was still so childish, but her buttocks were already round and plump, more so than any woman's, which he found strange and particularly appealing.
"Ah... don't look like that!"
Shizuka said, pulling the blanket over herself, her demeanor revealing the tenderness of a woman after intercourse. Hiroshi dramatically pulled back the blanket and pressed his body against hers, looking down at her.
Shizuka looked at Hiroshi's face, but her gaze kept drifting to and fro with the sight of his throbbing erection, making her heart waver.
"I want to ask you to do something."
"What is it?"
Hiroshi hesitated for a moment, but then immediately said it clearly.
"You said you've masturbated before, can I see that?"
Shizuka's face showed surprise, then she hurriedly shook her head.
"Please, Grandma! I really want to see, I'll do it too."
"Do what?"
"We masturbate for each other."
"No! Don't!"
"I want to see, hurry up and do it!"
Hiroshi was very insistent on this, taking Shizuka's hand and guiding it to her breasts, then lying down between Shizuka's thighs, immediately starting to play with her vulva with his fingers.
"Ah..."
Shizuka was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure produced by her lover's fingers.
"Hurry up and touch your breasts! Do it just like you usually do!"
Hiroshi spoke in a commanding tone, or a pleading tone. Shizuka originally thought that she could never do such an embarrassing thing, but when Hiroshi caressed her vulva, it was as if she was cooperating with his movements, and she also began to thrust her breasts, which increased the pleasure two or three times. Without realizing it, Shizuka had become enthusiastic about this kind of action.
"Keep going! I'll get excited, keep going..."
Hearing Hiroshi's excited voice, Shizuka also became excited. When Hiroshi touched her, a hot, sticky liquid flowed from her secret place.
"Ah, oh..."
Shizuka couldn't help but make a sound of dissatisfaction as Hiroshi's fingers suddenly moved away.
"Open your eyes!"
Hearing the voice right in front of her face, Shizuka opened her blurry eyes and saw a thick, throbbing penis right next to her face.
Hiroshi didn't say a word, but grasped his penis and began to rub the foreskin.
Shizuka's eyes widened in surprise.
"So the foreskin around the penis can move up and down five centimeters, no! At least ten centimeters."
"Doesn't it hurt him like this?..." The fact
that Hiroshi's hand could make the foreskin of his penis stretch and contract like this was something Shizuka could never have imagined, and the way his hand was moving was so obscene that she stared at it intently.
"Men all masturbate like this. Now show me how you do it, how do you do it?"
As if encouraged, Shizuka's one hand remained on her breast, while the other quietly reached between her thighs.
Hiroshi appropriately controlled his increasingly intense lust and pleasure, watching Shizuka's fingers move, slowly parting the pubic hair, as if immediately finding the sensitive protrusion, his whole body twitching.
Shizuka's eyes darted between Hiroshi's face and the penis he held in his hand.
"Come on, do it!"
As if under attack, his index and middle fingers began to press on the protruding clitoris, Shizuka seemed to frown in pain, of course not real pain, the intense pleasure was expressed with this expression.
"So... Shizuka usually masturbates like this..."
Hiroshi deliberately let the dew dripping from the tip of his penis fall onto Shizuka's lips, she didn't show disgust, but seemed to accept it with her lovely lips in a daze.
Hiroshi stroked her breasts with the head of his penis, his hands had stopped, let her masturbate completely on her own.
Unexpectedly, her breasts were directly rubbed by the penis, intensifying Shizuka's arousal. The two fingers pressing against her clitoris had somehow spread into a V-shape, pinching and kneading the protruding flesh.
"Ah...oh...ah..."
Shizuka was completely focused on her actions. The rapidly rising pleasure dispelled the girl's shame. Coupled with her lover Hiroshi's burning gaze, her emotions were further heightened.
"It's beautiful! Keep going!"
These words gave Shizuka courage. The thought that her lewd behavior would excite Hiroshi was strangely compelling; she wanted him to see more. Shizuka did just that, becoming even more excited herself.
"Look! Hiroshi...look!"
"Of course I want to see!"
"I...I think it's strange..."
"Are you about to cum?"
"What should I do! Ahh..."
Hiroshi removed Shizuka's hands from her wet breasts and petals, suddenly leaning down and sticking his tongue into her clitoris.
"No! No! It's dirty!...Ah!..."
But the dizzying pleasure that immediately surged through Yoshika's body made her lose the strength to refuse.
"Oh...ah..."
As Hiroshi's lips and tongue sucked on her clitoris, her whole body writhed as if struck by an electric current. It was a numbing pleasure, as if her entire body was melting in Hiroshi's mouth. Her own fingers had already brought her to a considerable level, so the waves of sensual pleasure brought by Hiroshi's tongue surged up like a tsunami, almost drowning her.
"Hiroshi is licking my...there..."
This unexpected behavior truly excited Shizuka to an abnormal degree. When she used to own two dogs, a male and a female, she had seen the male dog lick the female dog's vulva a few times, then make his long, red penis protrude so that it could be easily inserted. At the time, Shizuka thought how dirty it was, but at the same time, she felt a strange sensation seeing the female dog close her eyes as if in comfort. Now, she felt the same way as that female dog.
"I remember that time the male dog inserted his red penis into the female dog's genitals from behind..."
Shizuka recalled that scene, and her body became extremely excited.
"Ahhh! That... no! Ah... what should I do..."
She felt Hiroshi's tongue leave her clitoris, and then lick the most embarrassing, moist crevice between her labia. Although Shizuka said no, she instinctively pressed her labia against his tongue. The slightly rough tongue brought her an indescribable feeling. Hiroshi's tongue
didn't just stay there; after returning to her clitoris, it licked further down towards her anus. Overwhelmed by a shocking pleasure, Shizuka's young body trembled, as if his tongue was about to reach her anus.
"If he licks in that dirty place, I might be suffocated by the stench..."
Just as she thought this, Hiroshi's tongue, without any warning, lightly swept across the anus bud in Shizuka's buttocks, the place she most wanted to avoid.
"Wow!... No!"
Shizuka struggled, no! She wanted to struggle, but strangely enough, when the tongue attacked a second time, she completely lost the will to resist. Because, centered on her lower body, a strange, indescribable itching sensation spread throughout her body—a sensation entirely different from any pleasure she had experienced before.
Shizuka trembled all over, overcome with shame and the urge to scream.
"There must be something wrong with my body! To feel pleasure from this kind of thing...it's definitely not normal...!"
But this thought was fleeting. Her tongue, like a fiery tip, lightly touched the bud, and her inner thighs trembled automatically, as if trying to suck the tongue in. In the innocent Shizuka's mind, she only knew the primal function of the anus, so she never dreamed it would generate such intense sensuality! Now she knew it was like the vaginal opening, even a place with even stronger pleasure.
Hiroshi's tongue started from the fleshy protrusion, passing through the labia to the anus, moving freely as if in her own home, sucking and licking. The screams from Shizuka's mouth turned into panting moans, as if she couldn't breathe, letting Hiroshi's tongue ravage her.
Hiroshi skillfully moved his tongue while carefully observing the changes in the labia. Shizuka's labia hadn't been deflowered for long; their structure was much simpler than that of a woman who had given birth or had multiple sexual experiences, much like the flat, smooth genitals of a young girl, uniformly pink and fresh. But the gushing fluids overflowed, the writhing mucous membranes and the continuous trembling of the cleft were no different from those of any other woman.
Hiroshi felt a strange emotion, gazing at the girl's vulva and its surroundings. He superimposed the image of his mother, Kiwako's vulva onto Shizuka's lips. Hiroshi's penis hardened further. He squinted his eyes, moving his body upwards, controlling the rhythm of his penis, rubbing the hard glans against Shizuka's opening, slowly coating it with the girl's gushing fluids, playing with her hot lips.
As he pushed upwards, although there was still resistance, the glans quietly entered the slightly parted flower.
"Ugh..."
A painful expression appeared on Shizuka's face, enduring the gradually increasing pain. It wasn't as painful as last time, but it still hurt. But when she heard Hiroshi's moans, enduring the pain became a kind of pleasure.
"The more I endure, perhaps the greater the pleasure the man will feel..."
A sixteen-year-old girl, enduring in a spirit of dedication and sacrifice.
"I said..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you comfortable?"
"Hmm...because your breasts are so wonderful..."
"Is it really that good?"
"Hmm, because your pussy is so tight, it feels so good..."
To avoid overwhelming her, Hiroshi deliberately spoke in a joking tone. Sure enough, Shizuka hugged his body tightly and said in a sweet, nasal voice,
"You're so naughty..."
Taking this opportunity, Hiroshi pushed his grown penis forward.
Perhaps because her mind and body were relaxed, Shizuka's vagina unexpectedly swallowed Hiroshi's large penis smoothly. But Hiroshi didn't force it, he just gently swayed his buttocks, and the knife-like pain in Shizuka's lower body slowly decreased, replaced by a pleasure that made her body bounce.
"Ah...ah ah...oh...ah..."
Shizuka was already in a state where she couldn't help but make a sound.
"When you're about to forget the pain, you'll experience an ecstatic pleasure..."
She thought of what her classmate had told her before. It was a feeling that made her want to cry, and she also wanted to shout loudly.
Hiroshi's buttocks slowly expanded the range of their swaying, with a very wonderful feeling gushing out from Shizuka's body.
"Oh... um..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm... it feels good."
(Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but that's exactly what Shizuka said. This situation could definitely turn into a turning point. Letting Shizuka learn the joy of sex is my glory!)
Hiroshi moved his hips rhythmically with extreme excitement, tightly embracing his sixteen-year-old girl, whom he found particularly adorable.
(It must feel even better for you...)
Hiroshi's movements became more passionate, yet still gentle and considerate. The girl's body slowly adapted and gradually blossomed.
"I'm... about to come..."
"Whatever!"
Hiroshi felt that this girl still didn't understand anything. If she were an experienced woman, she would say no, or "I want to come too." However, this girl would become like that in the future... Hiroshi
had never felt this sentimental during sex before.
"Ah... I!"
Shizuka, beneath him, suddenly widened her eyes and hugged Hiroshi's back with tremendous strength.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Ah ...
At the same time, he gripped Hiroshi's penis tightly, with unbelievable force. Shizuka's vaginal opening twitched incessantly.
"Shizuka's about to cum..."
Hiroshi felt incredibly excited. This feeling became his motivation to release the safety latch. His fierce glans began to ejaculate, the scalding liquid shooting directly into her uterus.
In a dreamlike state, Shizuka felt the moment the semen was injected. The second... the third ejaculation took Shizuka into a shimmering golden world.
Her body felt like it was melting, and she cried out for no reason. Shizuka entered a new realm different from the past; this was Shizuka's first memorable orgasm.

Shizuka was already fast asleep. Hiroshi put the chewing gum from the bedside table into his mouth, chewing while admiring the cute little angel's sleeping face.
He couldn't believe how frenzied she had been just ten minutes ago. What kind of person was Shizuka then? A fairy, or a witch...? Hiroshi felt that women had many faces.
"When Takako was a lecturer on a trendy fashion program on TV, the way she acted when we were together, how crazy she was... would people in society believe it? ...The only one who knows about her like that... is me."
Hiroshi felt an immense sense of satisfaction thinking this.
"Just thirty more minutes!..."
He was confident in his youthful energy and the power of his penis, but having just had sex with Shizuka, he didn't want to go to her mother Takako's bedroom immediately.
After finishing with Shizuka, Hiroshi carried the limp, lifeless Shizuka to the bathroom, carefully washing her sticky groin area. When he carried her back to the bedroom, Shizuka was already asleep. Judging from her appearance, she probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning... As
Hiroshi dressed Shizuka in her pajamas, his penis became erect again, but he didn't have sex with her again. Because her body was already available for him at any time.
Hiroshi felt uneasy about the procedure for going to Takako's bedroom. A sixteen-year-old girl might find novelty appealing, but if she truly wanted to experience the pleasure of sex, her mother, Kiwako, far surpassed her. Kiwako was a divorced woman in her early thirties with social standing, and coupled with her outstanding beauty, she was undoubtedly a woman of interest to men worldwide. His arrogance, emboldened by the thought
, "I've had sex with Kiwako... and brought her into a world of pleasure,"
made him forget everything else, reaching out to grip his now fully restored erection.
"Is this really yours...?"
When Hiroshi first visited a brothel, the woman there expressed amazement, half-jokingly asking this question. At the time, Hiroshi was still a high school student. He later specifically requested this woman several times, learning many sexual techniques from her. Of course, the woman also greatly admired Hiroshi's penis.
"Is mine... really that big?"
Hiroshi asked doubtfully. The woman brought out a photo album, saying it was a collection her colleague had collected out of curiosity. The album contained many photos of men's erect penises taken while she was working with clients. After seeing these, Hiroshi began to have immense confidence in his own genitals.
Interestingly, once he had confidence, he became confident in everything. From then on, Hiroshi could maintain an absolute sense of superiority when interacting with women, and strangely enough, most women were able to satisfy Hiroshi's desires.
"That thorough assault was absolutely correct..."
Hiroshi recalled the scene of his first assault on Kiwako, a smug smile appearing on his face. No matter how much the other party resisted, as long as he went all the way, victory belonged to him...
If you get scared by the other person's insistence or stern expression and give up halfway, there will be serious consequences. A lawsuit might even end up in court because of giving up halfway. Sharing a secret is all it takes to succeed… Hiroshi believed this without a doubt.
Shizuka, freed from the tense and exciting ritual of the sexual feast, was now fast asleep. It would probably last until tomorrow morning without a problem. Hiroshi walked naked out of Shizuka's room. The four-bedroom, two-living-room house had a living room at its center, surrounded by guest rooms, Shizuka's bedroom, and Takako's bedroom.
Hiroshi took a deep breath in front of Takako's bedroom.
"I wonder what kind of expression she'll make when she sees my naked body?"
Imagining Takako's expression, a smile naturally appeared on Hiroshi's face. He reached for the doorknob.
"Hmm? This isn't like me…"
Hiroshi noticed his hand trembling slightly and gave a wry smile. In comparison, this side is still quite remarkable, even though it's also part of my body... Hiroshi looked down at his erect penis with amusement. He
easily pushed open the door. He had been here before, so he knew where the bed was. There was a large bedside lamp beside the bed, its light shining softly through the pink lampshade onto Kiwako. The light seemed to have several brightness levels, some quite dark. Perhaps because she had already removed her bra, she didn't have the three-dimensionality she had during the day, but Kiwako was still beautiful.
Hiroshi quietly went in and stood next to the bedside lamp, first changing the angle of the lampshade, then switching to a brighter light, shining directly on Kiwako's face.
Kiwako woke up after a slight change in expression, looking at Hiroshi with a puzzled look.
"Wow..."
The sound disappeared in her throat.
"Shh..."
Hiroshi chuckled as he put his right index finger to his lips. Kiwako sat up abruptly, leaning against the corner of the bed and shaking her head. Her instinctive expression was:
"No... get out..."
But the young man ignored her.
"Shizuka's already fast asleep, it's best not to make a sound or shout, Grandma wouldn't want her to see this!"
Hiroshi presented his erect penis to Kazuko and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Please..."
Kazuko's voice was hoarse and indistinct.
"I wanted to sleep peacefully. But I just couldn't fall asleep, and naturally I thought about what happened with Grandma last time... I can't take it anymore... especially this guy..."
Hiroshi slapped his erect penis with his right hand, and it bounced back against her stomach, shaking incessantly.
Kazuko saw the young man's penis, which she didn't want to look at, and felt a tremor deep within her body. She forced herself to look away.
"This guy remembered tasting Grandma's flavor again. Of course, this is a way to solve it..."
Hiroshi deliberately gripped his penis with exaggerated movements and began to slowly stroke it up and down. Kazuko's eyes saw the erect penis, and she naturally became excited.
"Don't do this..."
Her voice was still hoarse.
"This is terrible! What if my daughter wakes up?!"
"That means if she doesn't wake up, it'll be fine!"
Hearing the mocking tone of the nineteen-year-old youth, Kiwako weakly shut her mouth. From the moment she saw Hiroshi, she had a premonition that she couldn't escape. When Kiwako agreed to stay with Hiroshi, she thought this might happen. Although she was angry at herself for having such thoughts, strangely, her bud began to moisten when she had these thoughts.
"How could this be...?"
Kiwako was angry with herself, and then took a sleeping pill to fall asleep. Now, what she thought before falling asleep was about to become a reality.
"Get out... please..."
Her weak voice was completely at odds with her stern expression.
"That's impossible, before you soothe this thing..."
Hiroshi stroked the throbbing, proud rod in his lower abdomen.
"It wants to enter Mom's body."
As Hiroshi reached inside, Kiwako flinched, her beautiful body trembling, and said in a voice on the verge of tears,
"Get out!"
But her stern expression had vanished, replaced by the weak, vulnerable look that suited her current position.
"If our daughter finds out... you and I... don't think about terrible things!"
"I'll finish as soon as possible, ah... it's already like this!"
Hiroshi forced an embarrassed smile, scooping up the sticky fluid seeping from the tip of his penis with his fingers.
Kiwako tried her best not to look, but the act unfolding before her eyes was impossible to ignore. And once she saw it, her body reacted immediately, disregarding her will. Kiwako truly felt that her mind and body were under the control of completely different personalities.
When Kiwako went to bed, she tried to relax her body as much as possible, so she always wore only a nightgown and underwear that reached just above her knees. Of course, it wasn't just her breasts; the tiny nipples, as if from a child who had never given birth, were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Although she used one arm to cover her breasts, she was worried about her lower body, as her legs below the knees were completely exposed.
"Please take your clothes off, like this..."
As Hiroshi approached, her body, which had just celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday, began to tremble.
"What are you afraid of, ma'am? You were this happy last time!"
"That's..."
She wanted to say she was wrong... but the sound wouldn't come out. Because what he said wasn't wrong, it became her weakness. At that moment, she wondered if this young man was really a student of Shizuka's generation, attending cram school? His confident attitude was unusual, and his technique...
In an instant, Kiwako remembered their last sexual encounter and blushed.
Hiroshi moved closer, their legs almost touching.
"I... don't want to use violence, please agree readily!"
"How can I agree to that from my position? You're my daughter's friend, and our last union was a mistake." "
Of course, in form, it seems like rape."
"No! Don't say that!"
"If you're so loud, Shizuka will wake up. I'm not afraid, but it's inconvenient for you!"
"If you leave now, there won't be any problems."
"Oh... do you hate me that much?"
Kiwako didn't answer his question, then immediately regretted it.
(She should have immediately refused...) "
So, is that alright?"
Hiroshi changed to a kneeling position on the bed, looking down at Kiwako. His thick, large penis swayed right in front of Kiwako's face, once again causing her to be shocked by its size. Something inside her made a sound.
Hiroshi silently grabbed his penis with his right hand and started rubbing it, his eyes still fixed on Kiwako.
"So comfortable..."
Kiwako was stunned by the sudden action before her, unless she closed her eyes to see everything clearly. She wanted to close her eyes, hoping to escape the terrible reality, but as if possessed by a demon, she kept her eyes open. The more she felt it was wrong, the stiffer her body became, even blinking became impossible.
"You're willing to look at me now..."
she heard the young man's hurried voice.
"No! It's not like that..."
she wanted to say, but she couldn't. Sometime during the night, something hot and sticky seeped into the crevice between her thighs, making her underwear sticky and wet. The hands that had been covering her chest now hung limply at her sides. Kiwako, in a tingling state, watched Hiroshi's actions.
"I often do this when I want to breastfeed,"
Hiroshi said in a coquettish, nasal voice. Kiwako thought how obscene this was… but for some reason, her body trembled, and a lot of fluid overflowed between her thighs.
"Hold it…hold it!"
she thought, "Don't talk nonsense," but her hand reflexively reached out. Just as she realized something was wrong, she clearly felt the warmth and pulsation. Kiwako stared blankly at the magnificent penis.
"Mommy, touch it! Make it feel good…"
But she couldn't do it. Kiwako just stared at the hard thing with drunken eyes.
Hiroshi's hand went behind her head and gently pulled towards the erect penis. When her mouth touched the head, she involuntarily opened her mouth and took it in.
The young man on top groaned, which Kiwako found extremely pleasant. The hard rod was pushed deeper inside, and she took as much of it as possible into her mouth, feeling the man's scent and salty taste.
Kiwako felt dizzy and quickly hugged his waist. The muscles of his buttocks were hard and bulging, full of youthful elasticity. Kiwako couldn't believe her own actions, but in fact, she had a thick, hard penis in her mouth, and was hugging the young man's strong waist.
"This isn't me..."
Kiwako hurriedly tried to get away from Hiroshi's body.
"It feels so good..."
The young man's first display of childishness in his actions and voice brought Kiwako a strange sense of emotion and superiority. She was not only intoxicated but also moved by the reversal of their positions.
"Use your tongue... lick it slowly..."
His voice was no longer calm as before, but pleading. Kiwako didn't know this was Hiroshi's acting, and gently moved her tongue.
"Ah... Oh..."
Hiroshi's moans were very pleasing to the ear. As her tongue swept across the groove formed between the magnificent glans and the hard shaft, the young man's moans grew louder, and the saltiness intensified.
"Does he intend to ejaculate like this...?"
Kiwako's emotions calmed somewhat. Thinking about his ejaculation, she seized the opportunity to remove her mouth and catch it with her palm. But last time he ejaculated so much, her palm might not be enough.
Just as she was pondering this, Hiroshi suddenly pulled his penis out of her mouth. Feeling an extreme emptiness and dazed, she was pushed down, and in an instant, her pajamas were removed. Now, only a thin pair of panties covered her body, barely covering a very small part.
Hiroshi pressed down on her, grasping her breasts with the affectionate gesture of a child clinging to its mother. Her breasts were stimulated with pleasure, the sensation spreading throughout her body like ripples. Her breasts, having been gently caressed by his tongue and fingers for a long time, were completely engorged, forming red ridges with tiny, seemingly bluish veins radiating outwards.
"Oh...ah..."
As suppressed moans echoed in the bedroom, the crotch of Kiwako's panties became slick with thick, sticky fluid, stretching into a rope-like shape. As Kiwako writhed in her panic and overwhelming sensations, the fluid gradually became trapped between her labia, squeezing out wet, sticky membranes that clung to the rope-like section like stinging jellyfish.
Hiroshi continued kissing her full, beautiful breasts while moving one hand down to her lower abdomen. From the barely visible fabric, a bit of pubic hair peeked out, revealing Kiwako's already wet labia. Young but experienced, Hiroshi knew exactly what her vulva was like.
His hand continued downwards, finding the triangle of her panties stretched into a thin, wet band. Her engorged labia swelled, twitching and clinging to his fingers as he touched them. Hiroshi gently traced the groove upwards.
"Mmm... Ah! Oh..."
Her large, elastic breasts swayed, the oozing nectar wetting her fingertips. Hiroshi pulled the top of her panties towards her navel.
"Ah... Oh..."
The part that was inside the cleft exerted even more force, almost deforming her protruding clitoris, generating intense pleasure from there. Hiroshi seemed to be joking, pulling and releasing with varying intensity.
"Ah... Oh..."
Kiwako twisted her body as she reached out, feeling something real in her palm. The throbbing penis in her hand made Kiwako shudder as she recalled the powerful rod penetrating her vagina.
"Ah... This thing is about to come in..."
At this moment, Kiwako had lost her victimhood; one could even say she was a collaborator. Each time she pulled up her panties, the pressure would increase on her swollen clitoris, and Kiwako would let out soft screams, but she wasn't idle either, using her experience to continuously rub the penis.
Kiwako found herself much calmer than before. And since that time, she had rediscovered the taste of a man she had almost forgotten, and even when she comforted herself, she could vividly feel that sensation. Therefore, her physical desire was stronger than before the rape. So, when she saw the naked Hiroshi, Kiwako had already anticipated this outcome, and her body burned with desire. However, considering that she shouldn't so readily allow the intruder to have his way, she naturally began by feigning fear, sorrow, and refusal.
Hiroshi's threatening words and actions actually helped Kiwako, allowing her to appear forced to submit. Kiwako gradually entered a vortex of excitement. As this intensified, her hand gripped the young penis harder, and the speed of her kneading increased.
"Ugh! Ugh..."
The young man's moans mingled with Kiwako's moans, creating a seductive atmosphere in the room. Their combined act quickly headed towards a blissful state.
"Ah! Continuing like this will..."
Hiroshi's body recoiled. Kiwako's hand lingered on the hard object, but eventually withdrew.
Hiroshi's fingers, which had been playing with Kiwako's crotch, also stopped at this moment. The pleasure had reached a considerable level, and stopping halfway was incredibly painful, but Kiwako couldn't bring herself to say it; she was speechless inside.
Hiroshi knelt down and peeled his panties, soaked with her own fluids, off her round buttocks. Her vulva was wet, as if about to drip dew. Hiroshi presented his wet, almost steaming penis to Kiwako. Kiwako instantly blushed, then looked away.
"I'm truly moved..."
Hiroshi said, trying to ease Kiwako's psychological burden.
Kiwako didn't like him looking at her face directly. This young man was very good at reading women's minds. She felt she couldn't be too careless with him, so she should act more like a woman.
Despite Kiwako's caution, Hiroshi accurately discerned her psychological state and saw through her lustful nature. Hiroshi's creed was that the more dignified a woman appeared, the more she would be driven mad.
"I will slowly draw out this woman's lust..."
Hiroshi pondered this process, secretly smiling to himself. This young man was a formidable opponent when it came to women. He was the only son of a well-off dentist, pampered and spoiled, never experiencing the hardships of society. The only thing he truly cared about was women. His academic performance was below average, but his looks and physique were striking. Therefore, he could only exert his full power with women.
For Hiroshi, the Shizuka mother and daughter were the perfect targets. The daughter, Shizuka, was a typical modern girl, particularly concerned with her appearance, and thus easily manipulated by Hiroshi. The mother, Kiwako, was too beautiful and exceptionally talented, making men hesitant to approach her. Their loneliness, both physical and emotional, known only to themselves, provided the young Hiroshi with an opportunity to cleverly exploit.
Hiroshi dimmed the lights slightly, hoping the darkness would ease Kiwako's psychological burden.
Just as Kiwako breathed a sigh of relief, Hiroshi sat between her legs, as if holding them.
"Mommy's pussy is so beautiful!"
Hearing this suddenly, Kiwako's heart wavered. She rarely used or heard such words, so hearing them in this situation, especially for a woman like Kiwako, would have a strong reaction and be extremely sensitive.
Hiroshi had anticipated this, so he seized the opportune moment to say it. Sure enough, Kiwako trembled all over, staring at Hiroshi before quickly looking away. Of
course, Hiroshi didn't miss the moment when Kiwako's eyes turned watery.
"You're very confident in your pussy, aren't you?"
Hiroshi was very excited inside, and at the same time, he pressed his advantage.
"Ah... don't do this..."
Kiwako's voice seemed to be squeezed out from deep in her throat, her body trembled again, and her beautifully shaped breasts heaved.
Hiroshi's keen gaze focused on the parted thighs, where some honey-like fluid seeped from the cleft of her vulva, clearly indicating that she was aroused.
Hiroshi squatted down, close enough to see between her thighs, and gently stroked the cleft with two fingers. His fingers were immediately coated in her vaginal fluid, emanating Kiwako's distinctive scent.
As if ambushing an enemy, Hiroshi suddenly took her trembling, bean-sized clitoris between her pubic hair into his mouth, sucking with considerable force.
"Ah...ah..."
Kiwako cried out, as if her entire labia were being sucked into Hiroshi's mouth, pressing her suddenly burning opening against the young man's face.
Seeing her writhing, Hiroshi further intensified his caresses of her twitching petals with his fingers. The area around her opening was already soaking wet with the sticky, lustful fluid constantly flowing from her vulva.
Hiroshi's mouth made soft sucking sounds.
The young man, observing the situation closely, decided the time was right and suddenly joined his two fingers together, inserting them deep into her opening.
"Ah! Ugh...oh..."
Kiwako's body writhed violently. His two fingers rubbed against the hot, slightly rough inner walls of her vagina. The mere sensation was unbearably itchy, yet her most sensitive clitoris was relentlessly sucked. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Kiwako let out a sharp, joyful cry, then began to sob.
Watching women writhe in ecstasy was Hiroshi's favorite pastime. Especially since the other woman was Shizuka's mother, a beautiful woman much older than himself.
As his fingers writhed and his tongue slid, thick nectar flowed from Kiwako's opening. Just that was enough to bring Kiwako to the peak of orgasm.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore!"
But there was something Kiwako wanted even more than his fingers or tongue: the pulsating, steel-like penis throbbing in the young man's lower body. The pleasure it brought at the end was more intense than anything else. Kiwako wanted that now.
"Ah... Oh... I'm about to lose it... I can't hold back... I can't take it... Please, help me..."
She finally spoke her true feelings...
The nineteen-year-old young man excitedly inserted his thick, engorged penis, which would intoxicate even to look at, into her itchy, restless labia.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Kiwako made a beast-like sound that didn't match her beautiful appearance, but it was definitely not the sound of a woman being raped; it was undoubtedly the sound of a woman experiencing pleasure as she received a man's large penis.
Kiwako had been crying from the beginning, wrapping her beautiful long legs around Hiroshi's strong waist, her hands tightly around his neck, thrusting and rotating in rhythm with the young man's vigorous piston-like movements.
"It's so wonderful, it's still..."
Hiroshi wanted to say that she was still better than Shizuka..., but he quickly shut his mouth, still alert.
"Ah...good..."
Kiwako knew what she was saying, but she couldn't remember what she had said. What Kiwako said was the truth that her instincts made her speak.
"More...more...ah...it's so beautiful! So good...harder, harder...yes! Faster! Give it to me..."
"I'm so happy too...Mom!"
As Hiroshi forcefully thrust his penis in, Kiwako cried out, her labia emitting obscene yet exquisitely beautiful sounds. The sounds of genitals colliding provided the perfect accompaniment.
Being raped by a man with force, forced to offer her body to him out of fear...this victim mentality might actually give Kiwako a sadistic pleasure. Forgetting everything, completely drowning in sexual pleasure. Actual intercourse is far more pleasurable than the pleasure one gets from engaging in solitary acts.
Inside the slippery womb, Hiroshi's hot penis dug into the tender flesh, surged up the uterus, and ravaged the mucous membranes.
The final moment was approaching.
"Ugh, hurry up! Hurry... How can this be so good! I... I'm going to die! Ah! I can't take it anymore, come on! Come on! Come on! I'm going to cum... I'm cumming! Ah... Come on..."
As if trying to make up for the loneliness of sleeping alone in one go, the noblewoman went crazy. Up to this point, Hiroshi had been trying his best to hold back, but hearing Kiwako's beautiful moans that could drive any man crazy, he also reached the limit of his endurance.
"Mommy... I'm coming! Okay! I can cum now!"
"Cum! Cum... I'm going to cum too... Ah, it's coming... Ah... I'm cumming... Cum... Cum as much as you can..."
The young man's hands gripped Kiwako's beautiful, round buttocks tightly, lifting her waist high. Kiwako's sphincter muscles, as if waiting for this moment, began to tremble, tightening with great force the hot penis inserted into her vagina.
After a few thrusts, the penis ejaculated violently from the glans. During the repeated spasms and explosions, Kiwako could only moan and greedily enjoy the surging waves of orgasmic pleasure.

From that day on, Hiroshi went to the cram school less often than he went to the apartment of the techie in Minami-Aoyama. The cram school was near Yoyogi Station on the JR line, not far from Minami-Aoyama. Hiroshi
still drove his own car to the cram school, sometimes staying in the classroom for a while before going to the techie; studying had become secondary. However, Kiwako wasn't working from home all day. She spent more time out or at her office, attending to contracts with textile and fashion companies, and consulting for clothing stores.
When Hiroshi went to Kiwako's apartment, he didn't call beforehand; he usually just knocked on the door suddenly. If he called to ask for permission each time, Kiwako would still be concerned about appearances and would always refuse with an excuse.
In reality, Kiwako's work was also very busy; she couldn't just entertain young men for lust. Because of several rejections, Hiroshi stopped calling beforehand.
Today, he skipped class halfway through and drove to Toki's apartment. As Hiroshi parked his Mark Tuven on the nearby roadside, a luxury Mercedes-Benz drove out of the apartment parking lot and quickly drove away.
He saw a gray-haired foreigner driving, and sitting smiling beside him, it was undoubtedly Kiwako. It was the first time he'd seen Kiwako in a kimono. Hiroshi got back in his car, intending to chase after the Mercedes, but unfortunately, the road in front of the apartment was a two-lane road, making a U-turn difficult. He hurriedly drove to the alleyway twenty meters away, and by the time he backed out, the Mercedes was already out of sight.
"Hmph..."
Hiroshi slammed his fist on the car, then checked his watch; it was only a little past one o'clock. Shizuka didn't return until evening every day except Saturdays. After a moment's thought, Hiroshi decided to go pick up girls; he hadn't done this in a long time.
He'd recently become completely obsessed with the bodies of Kiwako and Shizuka, mother and daughter, and hadn't done his usual pick-up games in ages.
Minami-Aoyama isn't far from Roppongi. Arriving at the intersection in front of the Defense Agency, Hiroshi happened to see his high school classmate, Aya Sawaki, walking on the sidewalk with another woman. Hiroshi slowed down and honked, and Aya immediately noticed and ran over.
Ten minutes later, Hiroshi's car stopped in front of a café in Shiroganedai. This café sold unique chocolate cakes, had a spacious interior, and served good coffee.
Aya's friend introduced herself as Eiko Kana, a beautiful woman with fair skin and defined features. Judging from her name, she was probably from South Korea, but Hiroshi didn't ask further.
"How about we go there tonight?"
Hiroshi asked both of them simultaneously.
"I can't,"
Aya immediately replied.
"What? Is something wrong?"
"Well, there is something..."
Hiroshi looked at Eiko, as if waiting for her answer. Eiko looked at Aya with a puzzled expression.
"If there's nothing else, just say yes..."
Hiroshi said, seizing the opportunity.
"I'll take you to see the night views of various parts of Tokyo..."
Aya said with a smile,
"Miss Kim is... very familiar with Tokyo, it's just that the Japanese men she knows are very nice."
"I'd like to be your friend."
"Me too..."
Eiko gave an embarrassed smile. The two re-arranged to meet at six o'clock. At this time, the image of the Tokigi mother and daughter was no longer in Hiroshi's mind.
"Good luck!"
Before parting, Aya gave Hiroshi a meaningful look.
At six o'clock sharp, Hiroshi and Kim Eiko met in Shibuya. It is said that Eiko's apartment is in front of Gakugei University, on the same Toyoko Line as Hiroshi's house in Daikanyama, and only three or four stops away. The conversation started from there, and in less than thirty minutes the two acted like a couple, drinking beer and eating barbecue at a famous yakiniku restaurant on Shinjuku-dori.
Hiroshi had been planning this for a while, and seemed to think that he could get Eiko today. New women are always good, especially beautiful women.
Hiroshi kept urging her to drink, and Eiko, who could eat and drink a lot, seemed quite content. After such a meal, going to a bar might not be the best option, but Eiko readily agreed when Hiroshi suggested it.
The bars in Harajuku were mostly filled with young people, all chatting happily. Hiroshi brought up various topics, hoping to pique Eiko's interest, and kept ordering her cocktails.
"It's about time to go back..." Eiko said, less than three hours after they met. Hiroshi thought to himself... it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. Perhaps due to differences in national customs, Eiko kept expressing her desire to go home, so Hiroshi ended up driving her back.
Because they had planned to drink, they hadn't driven. They left the bar, hailed a taxi, and Hiroshi subtly brought up a topic, naturally taking Eiko's hand; she didn't seem unwilling.
Eiko's apartment was in a quiet residential area a little away from Gakugei University station, probably in an area where high-rise buildings weren't allowed, so it was a four-story building.
As they got out of the taxi together, Hiroshi noticed that Eiko was walking unsteadily. At that moment, his desire reignited; he thought...this is the perfect opportunity.
Eiko said it was fine, but Hiroshi insisted on helping her and led her to her room on the fourth floor. Because of the alcohol, Eiko struggled to get her keys out of her purse, and then couldn't insert them into the keyhole.
Hiroshi opened the door for her and went in with her.
"This is fine,"
Eiko said, her words slightly slurred. Hiroshi pushed her into the inner room like a pusher. The living room and dining room were connected, and it was immediately clear which room was Eiko's bedroom.
Eiko sat down on the sofa and murmured,
"Please go back!"
Her eyes were hazy, as if she was about to fall asleep. That position was quite irritating; Hiroshi immediately felt his lower body heat up, his manhood growing larger in his pants.
"Can you sleep now..."
"Yes, so... please go back!"
"Okay, but you need to go to the bedroom..."
"I can be alone."
"No, no! Absolutely not."
"Really... no problem."
(She was probably drunk; her pronunciation was unclear.) When Hiroshi
reached out to pick her up, Eiko feigned resistance.
"I wonder what it smells like, it's so fragrant..."
Just as he thought this, Hiroshi's lust erupted; once the dam of youthful desire was breached, it became uncontrollable.
Hiroshi pressed his lips to Eiko's red lips, tasting the sweetness of the lipstick, when he received a slap across the face.
"No! Go back!"
Eiko tried to push him away, but Hiroshi's grip was much stronger, and the two tumbled off the sofa in their struggle.
"No, someone help!"
Eiko screamed, and Hiroshi quickly crumpled a sofa cushion into a ball and stuffed it into Eiko's mouth. Because it couldn't go all the way in, half of it protruded from her mouth, probably causing her considerable pain; Eiko's expression was contorted in a grotesque way.
Hiroshi straddled Eiko, unbuttoning her suit jacket as if tearing it off.
When the light green suit's chest was parted, a matching bra was revealed.
"Oh! So there are bras this color..." Her
skin was slightly flushed from the alcohol, though it was originally snow-white. It was smooth and delicate.
He pulled her breasts up, revealing their small but pyramidal shape. The nipples were a very pale pink, perfectly matching her fair skin.
Hiroshi's enormous penis began to grow larger, and when he touched her small nipple, Eiko's strength vanished instantly; she was probably quite sensitive.
Hiroshi was overjoyed and immediately licked, sucked, and rotated her other nipple with his hand.
Eiko snapped back to reality and tried to push Hiroshi away, but she no longer had the strength. She merely made those movements and swayed her body.
She smelled a sweet, milky scent. The nipples were pointed, but much smaller than she had imagined, and still quite lovely. Her other breast, skillfully kneaded by Hiroshi's hands, shone with a beautiful sheen.
Hiroshi was more impatient than usual, probably because it was the first time in his life he had been able to have relations with a foreign woman. His caresses of her breasts and nipples were not as meticulous as before. He felt his throbbing penis about to burst, and he became incredibly agitated.
He lifted her skirt, revealing tight, high-cut panties clinging to her small but full buttocks. The panties were also light green, and Hiroshi had a strange feeling about them, because he thought she would wear something more conservative. The color and style had a contemporary feel. Perhaps it was because there was an underlying meaning in Hiroshi's mind—the traditional clothing of South Korea.
Eiko kicked her legs, and Hiroshi calmly peeled off her skirt, pressing down on her upper body. Although Eiko couldn't move, she struggled desperately in her drunken state, unable to move freely due to Hiroshi's weight pressing down on her lower body.
Hiroshi pressed his palm against the center of her slightly bulging panties.
"Ah!..."
He expected to feel the presence of pubic hair, but it was smooth. He only extended his middle finger to the cleft below, clearly feeling the rounded clitoris. At that moment, Eiko wanted to arch her back. He continued to touch her, and Eiko's whole body began to tremble.
"It will definitely make a beautiful sound..." Hiroshi
wanted to pull the cloth out of her mouth, but considering she might scream, he didn't move. He thought it wouldn't be too late to take it out after their bodies were joined together. His
hand touched the edge of her panties, and at that moment, his heart would pound violently, no matter who he was with. He pulled it down in one go, and the small piece of cloth got stuck between her thighs, stretched like rubber.
"Hmm?..."
Hiroshi was surprised again because he didn't see the expected pubic hair, which was whiter than the surrounding skin, but her skin was naturally white, so it wasn't that area that stood out. There were no shaving marks, so it was probably natural that she was hairless.
Hiroshi was thrilled by this unusual vulva he was encountering for the first time, and he wanted to immediately stuff his erect penis into that smooth secret hole, but he managed to restrain such desire.
First, he decided to enjoy the visual pleasure. There was a very bright red groove above and below the raised flesh. At the top of the groove was the clitoris that he had just touched, which seemed to be protruding proudly. The skin peeled back, and there was an indescribable erotic feeling. There was nothing like mucous membrane exposed. Hiroshi thought that if he couldn't see the clitoris, it would probably look like a baby's. It just emitted a unique scent, but it wasn't an unpleasant one.
Hiroshi, of course, wasn't satisfied with just looking. He first extended his long tongue and licked the tip of the clitoris. Eiko's waist arched violently, her flesh touching his face, so he immediately grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands and licked them eagerly, causing Eiko's waist to arch repeatedly.
He gently parted the cleft with his fingers, and the mucous membrane inside, like clam tentacles, turned outwards, flowing with a sticky nectar. The color was so beautiful, and it didn't feel rough at all.
Hiroshi hesitated somewhat about whether to insert his fingers, continuing his assault with only his tongue. Eiko's buttocks swayed violently from side to side and then suddenly arched, as if seeking greater pleasure, pressing her clitoris against his tongue. Because of her purity, the desire that was completely exposed only increased Hiroshi's joy as the conqueror.
The overflowing aphrodisiac fluid had moistened Eiko's elastic buttocks. From the way she clutched her breasts and the heaving of her lower abdomen, Hiroshi knew she had reached pleasure.
Hiroshi paused his tongue's movements briefly, raising his upper body to fully expose his lower abdomen. Eiko seemed to have no strength left to escape; she lay there, panting heavily.
"Now this body is definitely mine..."
Hiroshi, now even calmer, lay between Eiko's legs again, gently stroking her clitoris with the tip of his middle finger.
"Ugh! Oh... ah... ah..."
Suddenly hearing a moan, Hiroshi looked up in surprise. He noticed the gag had been pulled out of Eiko's mouth and was now in her hand; it seemed she had pulled it out herself.
"She didn't even cry for help..."
Hiroshi smiled, then dipped his middle finger into Eiko's flowing juices, fully wetting it before inserting it deep into her vagina. At that moment, Eiko cried out something, but it was a language Hiroshi couldn't understand.
"What did Eiko say at that moment...?"
The young man, brimming with curiosity, felt his heart pound.
As he rubbed against the inner walls of her vagina, Eiko let out a low moan, slightly parting her thighs to allow his finger to penetrate deeper. Hiroshi skillfully probed with his middle finger, occasionally licking her clitoris with his tongue.
"Ah...oh...ah..."
Eiko's vagina was narrow and tight, and with the sphincter constantly contracting, his not-so-thick middle finger occasionally felt pain. As Hiroshi rotated his finger left and right, new fluid gushed from between her labia.
"Oh, right, there are fingers I can use..."
Hiroshi stretched his thumb as straight as possible, rubbing her perineum as he slowly inserted his finger towards her anus. On the two mounds of flesh on either side of her buttocks, there seemed to be a slight tremor, as if her thumb was being pinched between them.
She thought... she would dislike it, but she didn't show any such reaction, remaining perfectly still. Of course, at this moment, her middle finger or tongue was still attacking the most sensitive part in front, but perhaps her attention was focused there, and the trembling of her buttocks was probably an instinctive action
. Indeed, Eiko had a more sensitive constitution than others. Eiko was currently a man's lover, but recently that man had returned to South Korea for business, so she had unconsciously lowered her guard against Hiroshi. She wasn't usually a heavy drinker, but she didn't dislike alcohol either; she enjoyed the atmosphere of being slightly intoxicated. Hiroshi's method of persuading her to drink was perhaps quite clever, and Eiko unknowingly drank quite a bit. Although her body wasn't entirely free, she felt quite comfortable, but things were developing in a direction she had never expected, and she couldn't hide her surprise. She was now floating in a tingling sensation, her body, often caressed by middle-aged men, accepting Hiroshi's caresses.
"Ah..."
When he touched her in an unexpected place, she was genuinely startled.
Eiko cried out, "No...!"
But to Hiroshi, it was just a cry.
"What does he want to do?..."
She tried to lift her upper body, but couldn't muster any strength. He rhythmically pressed on her embarrassing vulva, licking the opening with his tongue and stroking it with his fingers. Though embarrassed, the exhilarating pleasure was unbearable.
Hiroshi's tongue moved to the edge of the cleft, which should have been covered by a patch of pubic hair; the smoothness of this area also brought him pleasure.
"My friend's 'white tiger' probably refers to a vulva like Eiko's... having sex with a 'white tiger' is probably a once-in-a-lifetime experience."
Thinking this, she felt she had gained a great advantage, and her penis grew even fuller and stronger.
Eiko's face was flushed with excitement from the intense pleasure, and a thin layer of sweat even seeped from her hairline. Completely immersed in a world of pleasure, Eiko's conscious mind had probably long since vanished. The tongue or fingers moving across her vulva seemed tireless.
Eiko's vulva grew increasingly hot, like it was on fire, the small opening constantly oozing copious amounts of vaginal fluid.
Completely intoxicated by sensual pleasure, the carpet beneath Eiko's buttocks was already wet, as if she had urinated. Hiroshi's hands and face were also sticky with vaginal fluid. Eiko's libido wasn't very strong, but her body was sensitive and she was very lubricated. Eiko's lover was a middle-aged man from her hometown; he liked Eiko in this state and was trying to train her into the kind of woman he preferred.
"Ah...oh...ouch..."
Eiko's intermittent cries sounded so seductive.
Hiroshi gently bit her swollen clitoris with his teeth. He wondered what her reaction would be, which aroused his mischievous impulse.
"Ah! Ahhh..."
Eiko's cries were the sounds of pleasure expressed by her body.
Hiroshi desperately tried to suppress himself, then attacked like a raging torrent. Because everything was new to Eiko, she didn't care about being a little tired.
Hiroshi spread her legs as wide as possible, the muscles at the base of her thighs taut and slightly painful. Eiko was enduring it; she felt that a world of pleasure she had never experienced before awaited her. The thought that her labia were fully open made her feel very embarrassed, but imagining the man's excited reaction to seeing inside made her want to show him even more lewd positions.
The man's tongue kept licking her vulva, and her clitoris was occasionally sucked forcefully. Each time this happened, Eiko let out a low moan, and when her body tensed up, her sphincter muscles would tighten around her vulva.
"Ah...oh...I can't...take it anymore..."
Eiko's whole body began to spasm irregularly, her beautiful, hemispherical breasts or rounded buttocks trembling slightly.
Hiroshi saw Eiko's expression, also enjoying the lewd writhing of her body. Perhaps Eiko finally couldn't bear it any longer; her legs clamped tightly around Hiroshi's head.
"Put it in!"
Eiko finally cried out.
"Ah...oh...faster..."
Eiko's labia pressed tightly against Hiroshi's face, her impatient moans growing louder. Hiroshi, struggling to breathe, pulled his face away from Eiko's crotch.
"That should be enough..."
Hiroshi straightened his back, pointing his erect penis downwards, feeling a throbbing pain, showing how strong his erection was.
He leaned forward slightly, but still couldn't get his penis, pointing upwards, close to Eiko's vulva. Having no other choice, he took the large cushion from the gauze and placed it under Eiko's waist, arching her lower body and completely exposing her vulva, the shape of her labia resembling a full steamed bun split in two.
Hiroshi pressed down on her, aligning his hot penis with her vulva. He didn't suddenly thrust in, because at this moment, he had developed a childlike mentality of saving the best candy for last. As
the thick, round, hard penis rubbed against Eiko's clitoris from bottom to top and from top to bottom, the woman's snow-white body trembled like a goldfish thrown into the street. Hiroshi's glans was covered in thick honey-like fluid, almost sucked into her fleshy opening. He felt it would be such a waste to just thrust in like this and end it so quickly.
"Okay! I'll just have to use my strength to fuck her a few times..."
he decided, preparing to thrust in forcefully.
Just then, the door suddenly opened. Eiko seemed oblivious, her eyes closed. Hiroshi looked towards the door and was startled.
A tall, middle-aged man carrying a suitcase stood there, his eyes wide, as if he instantly understood the situation in the room.
"Eiko!"
he roared, charging towards the two without even taking off his shoes.
Eiko screamed, unable to dodge the swung suitcase, and Hiroshi was knocked to the ground. With that impact, Hiroshi's penis instantly ejaculated, white semen spraying onto his fallen body.
Thirty minutes later, Hiroshi, with several black moles on his face, quietly returned home and collapsed onto his bed, sulking. On his way back, he called Shizuka's house, but no one answered. During the day, if Kiwako or Shizuka were home, he wouldn't need to go to Eiko to vent his lust; the willful only son directed his anger at Toki and her mother.
And at this hour, they were nowhere to be found, not yet home. This situation fueled Hiroshi's anger; his lust remained unresolved, and his mood grew increasingly irritable.
*Right! Aya shouldn't have introduced him to that kind of woman…*
Hiroshi called Aya's house, and Aya, who said she was busy, was actually home.
"How did today go?"
Aya asked first.
"Nothing much! We just broke up."
"Oh…"
Aya paused, then continued,
"Want to come to my house now?"
Hiroshi immediately agreed to her abrupt suggestion, a strange anticipation rising within him that something good might happen.
"But it's so late, is it alright?"
"Yeah, the whole family went to the villa in Tateyama-ji, it's just me and 'Ninja' now."
Hiroshi thought of that strangely named Akita Inu. But he figured the best way to vent his frustration was to fool around with a young girl, so he quietly slipped out of the house again.
Actually, Aya didn't have any particular feelings for Hiroshi. She had a date with her boyfriend that day, so she declined Hiroshi's invitation five times and waited at home for her boyfriend's call, but he never called.
Thirty minutes... an hour... Aya finally felt angry and started drinking brandy alone. She only started drinking when she entered university, so she didn't have much drinking experience, and she was only nineteen years old, so she couldn't drink in public. But the trend among young people these days is to do what they like when they like, without taking those rules seriously.
After entering university, Aya often attended various gatherings or parties, and before she knew it, she could drink a little. After drinking two glasses of brandy with half soda water, she was already a little drunk.
Her boyfriend hadn't even called, and the proud Aya felt angry just thinking about him, so she tried not to think about him. But being alone, she naturally thought about it again.
Just as she was looking for someone to talk to, Hiroshi called. She initially thought he was somewhere with Kim Eiko, but it turned out he was already home. So she called Hiroshi over; it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, nothing more.
But Hiroshi was different; he felt a glimmer of hope that he might have sex with Aya. He was just a young man who thought about these things, especially at this time, and with no one else at Aya's house besides her. Even if it wasn't Hiroshi, he would still have impure thoughts.
When Hiroshi arrived at Aya's house, Aya was wearing a miniskirt and a short-sleeved t-shirt. Aya had a beautiful figure; anything she wore looked good on her, and Aya herself knew her figure.
In the summer, many men would leer at her by the swimming pool or at the beach, and she knew that their gazes were focused there. Aya often felt excited by these looks, unconsciously making her vagina wet. Her breasts, nearly 90 centimeters in diameter, wouldn't sag even without a bra. Her hips were similarly small, but her waist was incredibly slender, making her figure exceptional among women.
There was another part of her body that Aya herself was concerned about: the area where light pubic hair grew, a beautiful mound that, like wearing a high-cut swimsuit, drew men's intense gazes even more to that area than her breasts. She was only slightly drunk when she made the phone call, but by the time Hiroshi arrived, she was quite agitated. After chasing away the yelling 'ninja' and bringing Hiroshi in, she was already a little unsteady on her feet, which only increased Hiroshi's anticipation.
"You seem to have been drinking?"
"Yeah, just a little. Want some?"
"Sure!"
The two clinked glasses and toasted. Hiroshi, while drinking, cautiously observed the room. It was a large house, so it was impossible to see everything, but it didn't seem like anyone else was there.
"Do you have any high school photos?"
"Yeah, we do."
Hiroshi had thought of this on his way here; photo albums were usually kept in the owner's room. Hiroshi used this to his advantage; Aya wouldn't go to her room to get them, and everything was going according to plan.
"They're in my room. Come on over."
This was exactly what he wanted. Aya walked up the stairs to the second floor. Hiroshi followed behind, holding his glass, her beautiful hips swaying right before his eyes.
*The lines of her underwear are incredibly sexy…*
Hiroshi had already decided that he would use force to achieve his goal. However, since she had invited him, perhaps she had this intention all along.
Hiroshi looked at the photo album, recalling his lively high school days. He was very active then, full of hope every day, and didn't study at all. He hung out with girls from other schools, and of course, with girls from his own school too.
"Only one person..."
Hiroshi's thoughts stopped here; he was at a loss with this woman...
Hiroshi looked up at Aya's condition. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed, but had somehow fallen back and was already snoring softly. To his surprise, the glass of brandy he'd brought to the bedroom was almost empty.
"Hey, is this okay...?"
Hiroshi remembered a classmate who had suddenly suffered acute alcohol poisoning at the graduation dinner and had been taken to the hospital, and he was a little worried.
"Hey..."
He wanted to go and shake her awake, but stopped. Her round breasts, pushing against her t-shirt, rose and fell rhythmically.
Her face was red, and not only her face, but even the backs of her hands were slightly red. He couldn't see the outline of her bra through her t-shirt; she was probably not wearing one. Thinking of this, Hiroshi's restraint on his lust suddenly loosened.
"I have to do it..." The problem
was whether they could have sex with mutual consent. He was confident he could get Aya tonight; the only issue was the method. He needed to be gentle, using gentleness as a pretext.
If it went smoothly, all the better; otherwise, if Aya resisted, he'd use violence to force her into submission.
Hiroshi smiled, recalling his first time with Kiwako. Even that kind of woman couldn't resist a man in a tense moment. Since then, Hiroshi's confidence had grown stronger. But today, he hadn't expected that at the last moment, Eiko's man would appear…
The hatred he felt then fueled his lust as he faced Aya. Eiko's man insisted on calling the police, but Hiroshi vehemently maintained that it was a mutual consent matter. Eiko could only cry, unable to speak.
"Fine! Go to the police or anywhere else, and explain everything in detail!"
Hiroshi finally resorted to his last tactic. Eiko then kept comforting the man, saying she couldn't bear the humiliation of performing in front of the police, and begged him through tears.
那个中年人也终於放弃控告，但狠狠的揍了弘史二、三拳。弘史脸上的瘀血就是这样形成的。弘史见到亚矢时先说这是碰到门，但已经有醉意得亚矢对那种事毫不关心，什麽也没有问。
《这个女人不会有男人吧......。》
弘史露出苦笑，从亚矢的头到脚看下去。
《不！......》弘史又起了疑心。
从高中时代起，亚矢就是最受欢迎的女生之一，不论是本校或外校，应该是有很多男朋友的，现在是大学生，像她这样的美女不可能没有男人追。弘史再度翻看照相簿，但没有像那种关系的男人照片。
《难到没有爱人吗....，如果没有，今晚是用暴力也要达到肉体关系，这样就可以坐上那爱人宝座上了。她是个眼光很高的女人，大概还没有一定的男友......》
弘史首先把五指伸入她的头发里，像梳发一样的摸过去，乾爽的感觉很舒服。
As he leaned closer, he smelled an indescribable woman's fragrance, and Hiroshi sniffed like a puppy. He could see ears, tiny yellow earrings gleaming, and he lightly licked one.
Aya's tightly closed eyes only flickered for a moment. Hiroshi thought this woman might be very sensitive, and his lower body immediately swelled, for he was young and quick-witted. Hiroshi
imagined the pleasure of this swollen thing penetrating the woman's flesh, and his heart began to pound. He felt that this moment was the most fulfilling time of his life.
Like a child receiving a new toy, Hiroshi gently lay down beside Aya to sleep, gazing at her beautiful body lines. Her nose, neither too high nor too low, was beautiful, and her slightly pouting lips were adorable. Hiroshi couldn't help but swallow, his hand reaching for her small, hill-like breasts.
He rounded his palm to match her breast and gently placed it on top, immediately feeling the warmth of her body. It felt hard yet soft, an indescribable sensation that further aroused his lust.
He applied only a light touch, bouncing her like a ball. At this moment, Aya let out a deep breath. Hiroshi hurriedly withdrew his hand, but didn't seem to wake up.
Hiroshi then realized that his penis was throbbing painfully. He unzipped his jeans, and when he freed his penis, the tip was already wet.
"Right, let's ejaculate now..."
Hiroshi quietly stood up, looked at Aya lying there, and began to rub his penis.
"No, wait a minute, just ejaculating like this isn't very interesting..."
In the corner of the room was a large chest of drawers and a wardrobe. Hiroshi quietly went to the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer.
"Mom always puts underwear in places like this..."
Hiroshi's prediction was completely correct. Dozens of pairs of underwear were neatly arranged there. The colors and styles were also different. He selected a pair of black silk underwear from the bottom.
He held it to his nose and smelled it. He didn't know what the scent was, maybe perfume! Hiroshi rolled the underwear around his throbbing penis, then moved closer to where he could see Aya's whole body and began to rub his penis. The friction between the thin fabric of his underwear and his penis created a gentle stimulation, further arousing his lust.
"This iron-like penis is writhing inside Aya's body..."
Just thinking this made Hiroshi's penis explode instantly, even though it only lasted a few seconds.
Hiroshi covered his glans with his underwear, the thick white fluid seeping into the black fabric. He scooped up the still-flowing liquid with his fingers and smeared it on Aya's lips; a single drop of white fluid lingering on her red lips added to the sensuality.
Hiroshi pressed his gradually softening penis against Aya's hand, but still not satisfied, he opened Aya's hand and placed his penis in her palm, making her grasp it tightly.
At that moment, a strong excitement surged through his body; his penis, which had just ejaculated, began to swell again—a truly astonishing recovery.
"Alright, calm down this time..."
Hiroshi made Aya's hand grasp his penis as if she were doing it spontaneously. Hiroshi's lust was now uncontrollable; he reached out and began to slowly caress her heaving breasts.
"Hmm..."
Aya hummed softly, opening her eyes hazily. For a brief moment, she glanced at Hiroshi as if in a dream.
Hiroshi was startled, but with a sense of recklessness, he feigned composure and forced a smile. At this moment, Aya seemed unable to comprehend the situation.
Indeed, Aya couldn't understand why Hiroshi was here with her. After twenty minutes of sleep, she had completely forgotten what had happened, partly due to her drunkenness.
"What... what's going on?" came a voice that sounded like someone still dreaming.
"What's going on... it's me!"
This time it was Hiroshi's turn to be surprised. He thought Aya might be joking, so he deliberately pressed harder on his hand that was caressing her breasts, rubbing it with a particularly affectionate touch.
Only then did Aya realize Hiroshi's hand was there, and his exposed penis was in her palm.
"What does this mean!"
Aya shouted, thinking she was being clever, but she had no strength. She also struggled to shake off Hiroshi's penis and hand, her movements slow and weak.
Oh! ...Her drunkenness was quite intense...
Hiroshi's mood immediately lightened after making this judgment.
Aya tried to get up, but she had no strength, and being still half-asleep, she could only wriggle her limbs like a flipped-over turtle.
Hiroshi smiled wryly at this, then immediately pressed his body against Aya's, sticking out his tongue to her cute lips.
"No..."
Aya struggled to push Hiroshi away, but her will was weak, and the ceiling seemed to be spinning; she could only wave her limbs.
Hiroshi's confidence grew stronger; he had become the cat playing with the mouse, no need to rush, he could just slowly deal with this woman.
To satisfy the desire he hadn't achieved with Kim Eiko, he wanted to enjoy it several times over with Aya's body; Hiroshi's lust grew increasingly intense.
"What does it matter? I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, is that okay?"
"No! Don't..."
Aya shook her head as if in great pain, yet a fragrance emanated from her hair.
Hiroshi began licking Aya's earlobe, and her body immediately reacted. Knowing the area around her ears was her weak point, he slipped his tongue into her ear canal and breathed hot air into it.
Aya's movements became sluggish; she merely swayed, thinking she was desperately resisting, but in reality, she was just turning her face from side to side.
Hiroshi's hand firmly grasped her breast through her t-shirt.
"Ah..."
With a soft hum, Aya tried to stop Hiroshi's hand, but she could only grasp it weakly, and soon her hand fell limply, allowing Hiroshi to caress her breasts. Aya's beautiful breasts, to use a very common analogy, were like elastic balls, flattened by Hiroshi's hand, but immediately returning to their pyramid shape when his hand left.
"Oh..."
Hiroshi couldn't help but exclaim, because his palm felt the protruding nipples, and when his hand left her chest, the shape of the nipples was revealed on his t-shirt. He immediately pulled up his t-shirt.
"Ah..."
Another exclamation of praise. Breasts, like the human face, come in various shapes, but it's not easy to find one that satisfies you, just as there are many women, but few beauties. In
"My Luck is Very Good...",
Hiroshi's women, such as Kiwako, Shizuka, and Eiko, all had beautiful breasts, and Aya's breasts were no less impressive than Kiwako's. The nipples and areolas were small and light in color, but the breasts were firm and elastic.
Looking wasn't enough; he reached out and touched her breasts, feeling her heart pound. As he gently stroked them, Aya shook her head like a child protesting, a useless, instinctive reaction from someone who had lost all resistance.
Hiroshi smiled triumphantly, a satisfied smile of having finally obtained the woman.
He finally took her beautiful nipple into his mouth, and the taste of the young woman's milk fueled his arousal. His erection, protruding from her jeans, pressed against Aya's thigh, trembling incessantly. Although her breasts were visible through her t-shirt, her body was still protected by clothing.
Hiroshi caressed her breasts thoroughly, confident he could take his time. He believed that the final state of her vagina depended entirely on the pre-coital caresses, so he always warned himself not to rush. If only he could be as enthusiastic and diligent as he was with other women, but the pampered Hiroshi lacked the same patience.
When Hiroshi's warm hands gently caressed Aya's breasts, Aya knew her body was completely out of her control. Before this, her earlobes had been subjected to prolonged intrusion, and her tender flesh was dripping with vaginal fluid, her thin panties clinging wetly to her crotch. She wanted to remove his hands, but her body wouldn't obey. To be honest, her body wanted him to continue.
She felt Hiroshi's hands leave her breasts and realized her skirt and panties had been pulled down.
Aya didn't want him to see her private parts, so she tried to cover them with her hands, but he immediately pushed them away with strong hands. Hiroshi saw her cute, concave navel and slightly fatty lower abdomen, feeling like he was dreaming!
"What does Aya mean by calling me here...?"
They were good friends in high school, but not to this level of intimacy. After all, Aya is a woman too... Thinking this way made him feel even more relaxed. Now his underwear was completely off, and short, curly pubic hair covered the raised mons pubis. Hiroshi swallowed hard.
This was a sight he could never tire of looking at. He stroked the pubic hair with his fingertips and was surprised to find it very hard. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that about a centimeter had been shaved off at the ends.
"I see! That's why it looks like there's less hair..."
Hiroshi seemed to have discovered a new continent. He kept touching the shaved area with his fingers, feeling it was wet. However, this area was really high. Hiroshi kept staring at Venus's hill.
He was a little surprised to see the bulge peeking out from the light pubic hair. It was quite large. When he parted the pubic hair with both hands, he revealed a wet clitoris. In short, it was large and shiny, almost bursting. Hiroshi blew a breath into it.
"Wow..."
Aya immediately screamed and crossed her arms in front of her chest as if she were praying. She was probably quite sensitive. Hiroshi stuck out his upper and lower lips and pinched the clitoris, which was the size of a bean.
"Ahhh...uh..."
Aya's body trembled uncontrollably, and Hiroshi switched to sucking.
"Ah...ah...oh...ah..."
The sheets creaked under her grip as Aya began to struggle. Hiroshi entered between her elastic legs, pressing her thighs firmly with his elbows, and then boldly sucked on her clitoris, making soft squelching sounds.
Aya kept letting out soft screams, occasionally quieting down, but then breathing heavily. Hiroshi
's tongue licked the edge of her mons pubis, sucking on the protruding clitoris. His tongue also invaded the cleft, and when he straightened it as much as possible, he could clearly feel the roughness of the inner walls.
At this point, Aya stopped moving, lying there limply, her throat making a rustling sound, panting and twisting her body like a man.
"Has she reached orgasm yet...?"
Hiroshi felt a little uneasy, lifted Aya's knees, and roughly thrust his hard, large penis into her already hot and wet labia.
"Ahhh..."
As if waking from a dream, Aya cried out, her body throbbing.
"That's it! What's the point if it's not like this..."
Hiroshi groaned like a wild beast, thrusting rapidly and relentlessly.
"Ugh...ugh...hmm..."
Aya rolled her eyes and twisted her waist.
"Is it good? Is it good?"
Aya's head suddenly shook, her mind a jumble. It was wonderful, exquisite. The penis, throbbing wildly inside her, felt incredibly tight, and her vaginal walls began to twitch naturally.
When it reached her uterus, it seemed to make a scream. Every time it rubbed against her vaginal walls, an immense pleasure surged forth, and Aya couldn't utter a sound.
"Good! Rub harder!..."
Hiroshi's penis didn't disappoint Aya; with each thrust, her labia parted and then caved in.
Aya endured the intense pleasure surging through her body, gritting her teeth to resist. Unexpectedly, the pleasure was so intense that she wished it could last forever.
"It's coming...it's coming..."
As if hearing Hiroshi's anxious voice from afar, Aya shook her head violently.
"Not yet...it can't be..."
"Ah! I'm going to cum!"
These words became the trigger, and Aya's body began to react. The figure-eight-shaped sphincter connecting her two orifices began to contract strongly.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Along with Hiroshi's groans, Aya also cried out:
"I'm going to cum!..."
But before she could finish speaking, her words became incoherent, only her body reacted honestly. It gushed out from between her vaginal walls like a man ejaculating. This was also the moment when the sphincter contracted most strongly. At the same time, Hiroshi's hot fluid shot into Aya's body with tremendous force, an impact as intense as a whip. Aya roared, groaned, and then cried.
The smell of sweat and semen mingled, and the two remained motionless like the dead.
About an hour later, Aya vaguely sensed something unusual. It felt like a dream, yet also like reality. Something strange was happening to her lower body. She opened her eyes groggily and saw Hiroshi sitting between her legs.
Her body felt weak and sore, but Aya managed to lift her upper body. Hiroshi smiled at her, but he was holding a razor.
"...?"
Aya looked at her pubic hair... and was immediately startled.
"What should be there is gone..."
Her pubic hair had been shaved clean.
"What! What are you doing!"
"It's what you saw!"
Hiroshi wiped the razor on Aya's underwear, which was covered in black pubic hair.
"You bastard! You bastard! You're the lowest of the low!"
Aya, her drunkenness beginning to wear off, cursed. One of her words angered Hiroshi.
"You're the lowest of men! Do you think I was genuinely with you? Humph! This is practically rape!"
"What did you say?"
Hiroshi's eyes widened, and he snapped back. Hiroshi thought to himself, feeling inferior because Aya had been so vocal during sex.
He threw the underwear he used for masturbation, along with the pubic hair-stained underwear, at Aya's face and stormed off.
Although angry, he had still fully enjoyed Aya's body, which finally extinguished his rage. After dropping Shizuka off at school, Kiwako wanted to sleep a little longer. She had been in Karuizawa for two days and returned very late last night, exhausted both physically and mentally.
Kiwako had been working on a contract with a French fashion brand expanding into Tokyo, and at the same time, she had a sexual relationship with the president of the brand's Far East distributor. Because of his energetic performance, she now wanted to rest. Although it was a relationship, it wasn't meant to continue; it was more of a fleeting moment of passion. He was married after returning to Tokyo. With a so-called carefree attitude, that situation unknowingly developed.
"Anyway, that person is..."
Kiwako recalled the CEO's skillful kiss, her face flushing. That man kissed not only her upper body but also her lower body, bringing Kiwako to the peak of her arousal. Kiwako
reached several orgasms just from the man's tongue; when their bodies actually joined, she felt like she was truly dying.
She thought that the wife of such a man must be very satisfied and happy in her nightlife, but then she thought about how men must also work hard in this area and must be very tired, and thus felt sympathy for this strange thing.
"Ah! Something's wrong..."
Noticing that a certain part of her lower body was slowly becoming wet again, Kiwako's face involuntarily turned red.
Just then, the doorbell rang. She hadn't had much time after seeing Shizuka off, and perhaps she had forgotten something to bring back. Without asking who it was, she opened the door. Since it was still early, she figured it wouldn't be a salesman.
Seeing the figure standing outside the door, Kiwako couldn't hide her confusion, for it was Hiroshi.
"Where did you go?" His first words were sharp.
"To Karuizawa for work."
"Shizuka's not home, is she?"
"Oh, I was worried about her safety alone, so I sent her to a relative's."
"You should at least have told me... Didn't Shizuka say anything?"
"She said she had exams, probably too busy."
Hiroshi was annoyed that Kiwako hadn't invited him in and tried to silently enter the room.
"I'm leaving right now."
Although she made up a lie, Hiroshi didn't listen and forced her way in. Kiwako wanted to go to bed anyway, so she was wearing pajamas, with a thin robe draped over them, but Hiroshi's gaze was so sharp it seemed to see right through her.
Hiroshi pushed Kiwako into the living room, and Kiwako had no choice but to comply with the young man's wishes.
"Who did you go to Karuizawa with?"
Although he seemed indifferent, there was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"And many people in the fashion industry..."
Hiroshi wanted to say that some of them were foreigners, but he swallowed the words back. It sounded like he was jealous, and he didn't want to appear that way. Spending two days there, Kiwako might sleep with that foreigner... he couldn't help but think that.
"So early, what's up?"
Kiwako's voice was somewhat mechanical, which aroused Hiroshi's emotions.
"It's... having sex with you."
Looking at Kiwako, Hiroshi said calmly. Kiwako's lips twitched, a habitual gesture she made when insulted .
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't underestimate me!" It was almost a scream.
"I didn't underestimate you, I truly love you."
"Go back, please..."
Kiwako pleaded. A nameless fear arose within her, knowing what young people these days might do.
Hiroshi suddenly hugged Kiwako, intentionally pressing his genitals against her, his hard member touching her lower abdomen.
"It's already like this."
Kiwako turned her face away, but she could feel her body burning. Just moments ago, she was thinking about Karuizawa, and her body felt a burning sensation. Contrary to her words of resistance, passion quickly ignited within her; her heart and body seemed to have separate personalities.
"I think... I wanted to see breasts yesterday and the day before, I masturbated by myself." She
hadn't actually masturbated, but she told this lie to make her words more effective. It was as if the strength in Kiwako's body vanished like air leaking from a hole. After saying this, Hiroshi thought of something, something he felt he had to make happen. Hiroshi picked up Kiwako and carried her into her bedroom.
"Please, you can't do this..."
She couldn't bear to be carried away in silence; she just said it to fit the situation. Her vagina was already wet, so when Hiroshi ignored her words, she no longer objected. Gently laying Kiwako down on the bed, Hiroshi pulled out his already swollen, rock-hard penis and forced Kiwako to hold it.
"Give me a massage, okay?"
As if urged by Hiroshi's whisper, Kiwako's hands began to slowly move up and down.
"Ah, that feels so good... Mom, you're so good at this, it's so beautiful..."
Of course, half of it was flattery, an attempt to soothe her and prepare for the next step. Hiroshi was quite clever in this regard.
"Ah... I'm about to cum..."
Hiroshi seemed to be reciting lines before releasing his penis from Kiwako's hand.
Kiwako, holding his hard penis, couldn't help but feel wet; her body reacted before her mind.
"Mom..."
the young man whispered in her ear, and Kiwako's body reflexively twitched. An uncontrollable tingling sensation arose between her thighs, and a thick flow of fluid immediately appeared. She didn't want this young man to know, because it was too embarrassing. As a top fashion designer, being played with by a mere boy was simply outrageous. But in reality, her body had become accustomed to her daughter's boyfriend's caresses. Her pride and principles were forgotten.
"I have a request..."
Hiroshi's mysterious tone made her uneasy.
"Is it something I can do?"
"Of course, I can do it right away."
"Tell me."
"I want to see Mom masturbate."
These words not only shocked her, but Kiwako felt as if her secret had been exposed, and her whole body burned with desire. "What are you thinking?"
"It's just Mom and me in this room, and..."
Hiroshi stopped, a fawning smile spreading across his face.
"I know everything about breasts, so what? I know their shape and color, and I know what sounds they make."
"Stop talking!"
Kiwako's voice was hoarse; she knew she had lost... Every time Kiwako met this young man, she became the victim.
"Come on... show me."
Hiroshi began to undress her. At this moment, Kiwako seemed to have given up, surrendering to the young man's ministrations. After removing her pajamas, she was left with only a pair of panties. Only the part covering her opening was made of thin fabric; the rest was lace—Kiwako's favorite pair of panties.
Hiroshi's razor-sharp gaze fixed on the center of the panties, where dark shadows of pubic hair formed. He inserted his fingers into that secret place, where it was already overflowing with nectar.
Kiwako hurriedly twisted her hips, but Hiroshi's fingers refused to leave.
"Mom is just as sensitive as Shizuka..."
Hiroshi didn't realize the danger of his words.
"You... and Shizuka are already in that kind of relationship?"
Oh no...
But it was too late. Yet, the thought that she would find out someday made her less afraid.
"Yes... but I didn't initiate contact with her."
Although it was a lie that came out off the cuff, Kiwako, as a mother, felt that what the young man said might be true, because she remembered Shizuka often saying, in a seemingly serious tone, that she might marry Hiroshi in the future.
"When? When did that happen?"
Kiwako was very uneasy. This young man was enjoying the bodies of both mother and daughter, and Kiwako was the mother.
"I forgot when..."
Hiroshi pretended to be ignorant. He had been intimate with Shizuka not long after he had been intimate with Kiwako, but he still found it difficult to say.
"That kind of thing isn't important, I still want to look at your breasts and masturbate right now."
"Don't underestimate me!"
"Oh... is Mom jealous?"
Kiwako couldn't find any words to refute him. His thoughts were something she didn't want to have, though she herself didn't realize it. Perhaps, deep down, as a woman, she didn't want to lose to her daughter.
"Come on, do it."
Hiroshi pulled Kiwako's hand to the center of her panties, but Kiwako angrily pushed his hand away.
"Oh...in that case..."
As Hiroshi roughly pulled her panties off, tears welled in Kiwako's eyes.
"We're about to do something wonderful, don't cry!"
Hiroshi quickly took off his clothes, leaving them both completely naked.
Hiroshi spread Kiwako's legs wide and began licking her labia like a puppy, making smacking sounds. This was a completely unintentional act, but he had great confidence in his domineering style; he knew from experience that a woman's body would quickly yield.
Five minutes...ten minutes...Hiroshi's patience was indeed remarkable. After twenty minutes, a slowly emerging pleasure had enveloped Kiwako's body and mind.
Kiwako desperately tried to get rid of Hiroshi's tongue, but it was no use. Soon after the initial roar, her desire to escape began to weaken. Her licked labia burned like fire, and as thick nectar overflowed, Hiroshi deliberately made sounds while sucking.
"Oh!... Ah... Ah..."
Kiwako had to admit that she had completely surrendered. At the same time, her legs, which had not been fully separated before, slowly parted to the left and right at Kiwako's own will. Seeing this, Hiroshi took Kiwako's right hand and pulled it to her petals, pressing his hand on them and slowly beginning to rub.
"Would this noblewoman do such a thing herself...?"
As Hiroshi fantasized about that position, his lower body immediately began to heat up. When he removed his hand from Kiwako's, her hand also stopped moving.
"Since she is like this..."
Hiroshi gently touched the edge of her wet labia with his index finger, and Kiwako's legs straightened as if kicking something, and he heard her let out a low moan. Hiroshi repeated the same action.
"Ah..."
After a sigh, Kiwako's hand, which had been resting on her pubic hair, began to subtly rub her labia, as if trying to fill in the lingering, unsatisfying pleasure with her own hands.
Hiroshi squinted at this lewd scene. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that only her index and middle fingers were pinching and manipulating her clitoris; the other three fingers were tracing beautiful curves backward. Although the movements of her fingers were slow, they were an incomparably beautiful sight.
"Keep going! It looks amazing!"
As if encouraged by Hiroshi's tense voice, Kiwako's fingers moved exquisitely. At first, she felt ashamed and humiliated, but using Hiroshi's coercion as an excuse, she gradually focused on the movements of her hands.
When she kneaded her swollen and enlarged clitoris, she felt a heat rising under her eyelids. A numbing pleasure kept surging in her mind, but it wasn't enough. Kiwako was a clitoral freak and a labia freak; only when the two became one could she reveal a dazzling golden world. She forgot about the young man watching her intently beside her thigh, slid the two fingers that had been on her clitoris down to part the labia, and immediately inserted them into her vagina.
As the two white, slender fingers sank into her vaginal opening, they squeezed out a honey-like fluid that flowed from her perineum to the cleft of her buttocks.
The fingers inserted to the base seemed to move freely on the surface, their joints changing shape with each movement, and a constant flow of nectar from the opening, exuding a strong feminine scent.
In fact, Kiwako didn't just derive pleasure from the fingers; she skillfully pressed the thicker part of the base of her fingers against her fully protruding clitoris, deriving pleasure from both the inside and outside.
"Oh...so that's how it's done..."
Hiroshi, aroused by the sight of this woman worthy of being called a noblewoman, shifted his position slightly, placing his hot penis in Kiwako's other free hand. Kiwako, focused on seeking pleasure, continued to stroke the glans with her palm, the secretions from the urethral opening making her palm moist.
Then, Kiwako inserted another finger into her vagina, her three fingers twitching as if trying to grasp something.
"Keep going...keep going!"
"See...I did what you said...I obeyed your command...see...ah...good...mmmmm..."
From where Kiwako's fingers were probing, a lewd sound emanated from her vaginal fluids, a sound that robbed the young mother of her reason.
"Great! I'm about to cum...I...already...ah..."
Her whole body suddenly shuddered, then stiffened, her opening contracting like a suction cup. The tension in her tightly closed petals vanished, and her slits parted again, immediately releasing a strong-smelling lewd fluid.
Hiroshi put his mouth to her there, making a smacking sound as he swallowed the fluid, then pressed his fluid-covered mouth against Kiwako's. Kiwako's mouth was also filled with her own nectar, but the dreamy Kiwako didn't notice.
"That's right! Inserting a penis here is the same as inserting it into the hole below..."
The nineteen-year-old was interested in everything, so he straddled Kiwako's face, leaning his upper body forward and pulling his erect penis down, shoving it into Kiwako's seemingly noble mouth. "
Mom... don't keep indulging yourself, make me feel good too!"
Kiwako opened her eyes as if waking from a dream, Hiroshi's pubic hair brushing against her nose. The magnificent penis in her mouth was almost suffocating her, pulsating as if demanding something, with some sour, astringent fluid dripping from its tip.
"Because of seeing such a beautiful posture, this thing gets incredibly excited. I asked you, Grandma, do you always comfort yourself like that?"
Kiwako didn't answer, circling the thick penis in her mouth with her tongue. She didn't really know what to do, just moving her tongue aimlessly, but it seemed to give Hiroshi pleasure. Within two or three minutes, he was panting heavily, his tongue crawling across the tip of the glans like a snake.
"Mmm... just like that, more..."
Hiroshi groaned with pleasure, his buttocks trembling slightly. As the young man's breathing quickened, Kiwako's latent sensuality towards men gradually awakened. Knowing that her tongue's movements could elicit various reactions from him, watching those reactions became a pleasure in itself, and naturally, she spontaneously felt pleasure.
"Ah... good..."
Because Hiroshi's buttocks were writhing on her face, Kiwako couldn't breathe properly and had to spit out the penis.
"Now lick the scrotum... come on..."
Hiroshi thrust forward, shoving the scrotum with two balls inside into Kiwako's mouth. The two balls inside the wrinkled scrotum kept moving around, never settling down, rolling in her mouth like sugar balls. But unexpectedly, this must have felt very good, Hiroshi murmured like in a dream:
"Good... more... more..."
Kiwako imagined what kind of expression he would have and slightly opened her eyes. When she saw the unexpected sight, her whole body immediately heated up.
Because she had the penis in her mouth, and of course, the shaft was outside, Hiroshi was holding it with his right hand, seemingly rubbing it comfortably.
Dew dripped from the tip of the glans onto Kiwako's broad forehead, the young man's face flushed as if he'd been drinking, his lower abdominal muscles twitching. Kiwako, who had always been passive during intercourse, was now experiencing the pleasure of aggression for the first time. The young man was captivated by her allure, panting as if he were about to faint from the movements of her tongue, a sight that further aroused Kiwako.
Kiwako's tongue movements were bold yet delicate; seeing Hiroshi's excitement increase, her excitement rose accordingly, and of course, her vagina was already soaking wet.
"Do all men masturbate like this...?"
Kiwako felt a wicked pleasure, and with her eyes wide open, she continued to work her tongue.
"Ah...hand...your hand..."
When Hiroshi released his hand from his penis, Kiwako's hand immediately took its place, the hot, thick penis seemingly throbbing proudly in her palm.
"Ah...ah..."
Just as Hiroshi was about to ejaculate, he stopped Kiwako's movements, his scrotum and penis glistening with Kiwako's saliva, as if about to explode.
"Mommy...you're so good at this..."
Hiroshi took several deep breaths to calm himself down, but Kiwako was completely unable to calm down.
"Don't be so slow, hurry up and put it in..."
Kiwako shouted in her heart, Hiroshi had already seen through her mind.
"I ask you for a favor, turn your body around!"
"What?"
"Lie down like a dog!"
"What did you say?"
"It's simple! Mommy can't wait any longer, you can't not do it!"
Hiroshi's tone was very powerful, and Kiwako could only lie down with a resentful expression.
Hiroshi, with his hands around her waist, lifted Kiwako's body. Now only her face, elbows, and knees were on the bed, her breasts and waist protruding, her buttocks high and firm. Hiroshi immediately knelt behind her, the peaks of her buttocks right in front of him, a valley in the middle with a lovely fleshy opening.
Kiwako was still embarrassed, reaching behind her to try and cover her anus, but Hiroshi ruthlessly blocked her.
"So good..."
Hiroshi was telling the truth; the beautiful, full breasts almost made him feel oppressed, yet he kept staring at the two fleshy openings in the valley.
The pale red vulva, the inner walls clearly visible, the pubic hair-covered labia seeming to writhe like clam meat, glistening wetly as if waiting for the man's penis to arrive.
For Kiwako, this should have been hellish, but at this moment, her mind and body were completely immersed in the joy of the young man's penis penetrating her. You could also call it the pleasure of being abused. Although she was in such a humiliating position, her flower bud was trembling as she was being watched. All her sexual energy was anticipating something, and she was almost in pain from the tingling sensation.
"Mommy's pussy is so beautiful!"
Kiwako cried out, trembling, upon hearing Hiroshi's excited voice.
"No, you can't say that!"
"No, it's true, so I'll say it again."
The young man continued to utter vulgar terms for female genitalia, sending a jolt of intense, electric shock through her from her genitals to her breasts. As Hiroshi's tongue lightly grazed the chair's eyelet, the girl's mother tried to twist her hips to avoid it.
"Not there!"
"Then, what should I do?"
"Hurry up... but not there... hurry up!"
"Don't you like it when it's on your butt?" Hiroshi deliberately said loudly.
"Mmm..."
"Then, where should I do it?"
"..."
"Tell me, where should I do it? Mommy wants me to touch her breasts there?"
Under the young man's repeated questioning, Kiwako even felt a kind of masochistic pleasure.
"Tell me, Mommy!"
"Ah... do it in my pussy!"
In that instant, Kiwako experienced an indescribable pleasure, an orgasm assaulting her entire body.
At that very moment, Hiroshi's long, thick penis suddenly parted the petals, plunging into the vagina like a raging torrent.
"Ah..."
Kiwako cried out, thrusting her buttocks towards the young man's lower abdomen. The timing of the thrust and the withdrawal was perfectly synchronized; the penis was inserted to the very root, leaving no space. At the same time, the woman's organs tightened around the inserted penis without reservation.
Unable to thrust further, Hiroshi circled in this position, his pubic hair pressing against her soft buttocks, the itching sensation making her tremble, his thick, long penis rubbing against the hot, wet walls of her body.
"Ah...ah...good..."
A constant electric current coursed through her body, a numbing pleasure rushing to the top of her head, the two's movements perfectly synchronized.
"Ah...it's already...I need to think of something! I can't take it anymore...I can't hold back! Think of something!...Hurry!..."
"I'm coming too! Mom!"
"Come out! Come out!"
"I'm going to cum...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!"
"Let's cum together! Let me cum too!"
Hiroshi used all his strength to pull Kiwako's buttocks tight, his hot penis erupting, fire spewing intermittently from her wet cave. The two men's semen mixed together, boiling inside Kiwako's womb, flowing out at the same time.
Finally, Kiwako regained her senses, clearly feeling that she was infatuated with her daughter's lover, and a shiver ran through her heart.
Hiroshi knew that he wouldn't be able to get into university next year, and studying women's bodies was more interesting than studying hard.
Hiroshi taught Shizuka various sexual techniques, but he learned more from her mother, Kiwako.
The sexual techniques he learned from his mother were immediately put into practice on his daughter.
Although Shizuka was only a second-year high school student, she was making rapid progress in sexual intercourse. Her youth and boundless curiosity, coupled with her incredible energy, meant that even during her period, she would always agree to any request, just like her mother, who was born with a love for sex.
Hiroshi looked down at Shizuka, who lay on the bed like a corpse, as he dressed. His semen, which he had just ejaculated, flowed from Shizuka's mouth. Shizuka happened to be menstruating that day, so Hiroshi, having ejaculated in her mouth, naturally felt great satisfaction.
"Did you really have to ejaculate?"
"Yes, that's how it is for lovers."
"I'm afraid it's dirty." "
You idiot, why would a baby's essence be dirty? I've drunk milk's semen before, what's wrong with a woman drinking a man's stuff?"
In the end, Shizuka did as he suggested, swallowing the semen. Seeing that she didn't seem disgusted, he figured she might even like it!
In return, Hiroshi focused his attack on Shizuka's clitoris in a 69 position. Because she was menstruating, he didn't go any further, and Shizuka even said, "You can go in." Hiroshi, however, still had no intention of inserting his penis into the woman's blood-red body.
When Shizuka played with his swollen clitoris with her tongue and fingers, she would even bite his penis with her teeth, probably because the stimulation was too intense, all due to the congestion of her vulva caused by menstruation. Shizuka even said, "You can put it in." Perhaps she genuinely had such a desire.
Hiroshi and Shizuka's rendezvous mostly took place when their mother was not home, and conversely, Hiroshi had sex with Kiwako while Shizuka was at school.
Kiwako initially had a victim mentality, but as the situation reversed midway, the proactive Kiwako often left Hiroshi feeling overwhelmed. Kiwako, being a woman in her thirties, was much more resilient in this regard, and it wasn't uncommon for her to demand sex twice a day. Furthermore, Kiwako was very concerned about the progress of Hiroshi's relationship with his daughter Shizuka, frequently asking about him and Shizuka during their time together.
"What's the extent of your relationship with my daughter?"
"Nothing much..."
"You're lying to me! Your expression tells me, do you do it all the time?"
"No... I haven't done it even once since I had sex with my mother."
"Tell me the truth, put this in my daughter's..."
Kiwako gripped Hiroshi's hard penis tightly, pressing him for an answer. If he had to say it happened occasionally, Kiwako would force him to ejaculate two or three times...
......................
"I'll contact Grandma..."
After saying this to the half-asleep Shizuka, he went outside. It was around six o'clock. As soon as Hiroshi stepped out the door, a car parked in front of him pulled up, seemingly waiting for him. A tall man got out of the car, probably the same height as Hiroshi, so at least 180 centimeters.
"You must be Tashiro Hiroshi..."
The man's accusatory tone annoyed Hiroshi, but the man seemed very powerful. Seeing the calluses on the man's knuckles, the man seemed to be deliberately showing off his fists, pounding on the car body. Hiroshi immediately flinched.
"Yes, I am..." Hiroshi's tone naturally became polite.
"I'm Kurosawa from J University."
The other person's tone was rude, and his gaze was sharp, which made Hiroshi even more afraid. Hiroshi remembered that the chairman of J University's board of directors was a far-right figure, and of course, many students were the same.
"I have something to say, get in the car!"
"What is it?"
"What did you do to my woman!"
"What did you say?"
"It was Sawaki Aya!"
Hiroshi watched the man named Kurosawa nervously. When the man opened the car door, Hiroshi got in like a sleepwalker.
The car passed the racetrack and stopped under a large bridge; to the left was a warehouse, and ahead was a canal. Kurosawa got out first, and Hiroshi followed. The thought of being killed here made his body tremble. Reaching a barbed wire fence, Kurosawa first led Hiroshi through a hole.
"Right here!"
Hiroshi turned around tremblingly and saw Kurosawa's fist reaching out. Even though it was just the feeling of an outstretched hand, it struck Hiroshi's heart. Hiroshi immediately crouched down, nearly dying from the excruciating pain and inability to breathe. About five minutes later, Kurosawa also crouched down.
"I'm not a thug, but you have to give me an explanation regarding Aya."
Hiroshi had no choice but to nod.
"However, I have one hope. I'll say it now. If you agree, nod; if you don't, shake your head. It's that simple."
Hiroshi knew that no matter what he said, he would never have the courage to shake his head.
Kurosawa stated his hopes in a calm tone, but for Hiroshi, it was an incredibly cruel and difficult question. Hiroshi lacked the courage to refuse and ultimately agreed to Kurosawa's request.
Kurosawa said nothing more, escorting Hiroshi to his doorstep. Before leaving, he told Hiroshi,
"I know everything about you."
These words exerted immense pressure.
When Hiroshi entered his house, his parents were already home, eating. Hiroshi had no appetite and immediately went to his room to shower. He then discovered that his chest area was red and swollen. The other person had only lightly thrown a punch… Hiroshi felt another wave of fear, but he couldn't understand why a talented woman like Aya would associate with such a person. He also resolved never to approach Aya again.
A week later, on Sunday, Shizuka was invited by Hiroshi to go for a drive. Finally, his car stopped in front of a small love hotel, a very quiet place.
"Hiroshi, did you know about this place before?"
Hiroshi denied it, but in reality, he had found it a few days earlier by looking at a map.
"I was just passing by when I suddenly remembered that thing..."
"You're such a pervert!"
"Go take a shower first."
"Okay, but you can't come to see."
After taking a shower, Shizuka, following Hiroshi's instructions, returned to her room naked except for a towel. But what Shizuka saw wasn't Hiroshi, but a strange, young, naked, burly man.
Of course, Shizuka couldn't possibly know that this person was Kurosawa, who pounced on her like a wolf. The high school girl screamed because the towel Kurosawa had prepared beforehand had fallen.
Kurosawa saw Shizuka's stunning beauty through the crack in the bathroom door, and in that instant, his penis swelled to its maximum.
Shizuka, pinned down by Kurosawa, was shocked to see the engorged penis out of the corner of her eye; it was like a venomous snake raising its head.
Kurosawa immediately began attacking Shizuka's genitals. He had experience with many women in the past, but this was his first time with a sixteen-year-old high school girl, which made him extremely excited.
Shizuka started hitting his head and grabbing his hair, but he remained unmoved like a mountain. By this time, Shizuka was completely exhausted, her mind a jumbled mess, wondering why Hiroshi wasn't there...
After Kurosawa pinned Shizuka down, he first played with her breasts. After struggling, Shizuka suddenly realized that her body was reacting to his movements, feeling immense humiliation. She clenched her teeth to suppress her arousal, but the pleasure from her breasts immediately traveled to her lower body. Shizuka
began to complain about Hiroshi's continued absence, and as time passed, her body began to heat up, and her strength faded.
"No!"
she finally managed to cry out, but the stranger ignored her. Kurosawa
's body began to move downwards, reaching her cute navel, where he saw a clump of grass on her pubic mound. So this sixteen-year-old high school student's body was already this sensitive...
Kurosawa parted her pubic hair with both hands, finally finding the sensitive clitoris still covered by the foreskin. He pulled back the foreskin with his fingers, revealing the clitoris the size of a grain of rice, and immediately stuck out his long tongue to lick it.
"Oh...ah...ah..."
Shizuka's waist began to twist, and Kurosawa's fingers simultaneously explored the wetness of her lower slit.
"Ah...ah..."
With each rubbing, Shizuka let out a beautiful sound. It was unbelievable that such a beautiful girl could have such a sensitive reaction.
Kurosawa hesitated for a moment, then forcefully inserted his index finger into her slit. Because of his karate training, his fingers were twice as thick as others', and his joints were like bamboo, so for Kurosawa, his fingers had become a powerful weapon, because his fingers could bring a woman satisfaction.
"Oh...ah..."
Shizuka already felt a strong sensation from his licking of her clitoris, and now his fingers were playing with her petals, making her feel like her body was flying. She had somehow forgotten the strange thing about Hiroshi becoming a stranger.
Kurosawa was surprised by Shizuka's unexpectedly quick reaction and wanted to immediately merge his body with hers. Just as he moved, his penis suddenly erupted, shooting white fluid onto Shizuka's stomach. He was furious at his failure.
"Will this woman look down on me?" Kurosawa
looked down at his shrunken penis, racking his brains for a better solution. There was no time limit, and he could still enjoy himself to the fullest. He couldn't stay overnight, but Hiroshi had said he could return it before 10 PM.
Kurosawa went to the bathroom to wash his soiled body, but fearing Shizuka might escape, he didn't close the door.
At that moment, Kurosawa noticed a brand-new razor on the locker. He turned to look at the girl lying on the bed; she hadn't moved an inch. There was still white fluid on her slightly raised mounds.
Shizuka knew this man had ejaculated—the soft moans and the warm sensation of it hitting her thighs. Shizuka thought it would be best if it ended like this, since she didn't even know who he was.
"What will happen next?"...
Shizuka finally regained her senses, but still pretended to be unconscious, waiting for his reaction. Her lower body was completely exposed, but what was the point of hiding it now?
"That person seems to have come back from the bathroom..."
Shizuka quickly closed her eyes.
Just then, she felt a cool sensation on the mound of hair below her genitals. The man's hand had touched it several times, as if applying something.
"What is this...?"
Before she could figure it out, something cold touched her again, and this time she involuntarily opened her eyes.
She saw the man holding a razor, with white foam and a black substance at the tip. Looking up at her genitals, she saw a white path through the black pubic hair.
"Whoa!..."
"Don't move... you'll cut yourself there!"
The razor returned to the bushes, and Shizuka dared not move. After a while, the mound, once covered in dark pubic hair, was now completely bare.
Seeing the smooth mound, Kurosawa felt his penis regain its strength. Having regained its strength, Kurosawa had an idea and demanded that Shizuka lie on the bed like a dog.
"Spread your legs wider!"
His tone left no room for Shizuka to disobey, so she had no choice but to comply.
Kurosawa came behind Shizuka, and Shizuka felt a sudden tension inside her vagina, involuntarily twisting from side to side.
Kurosawa grabbed Shizuka's hand with one hand and his newly regained strength with the other, aiming at Shizuka's vagina and thrusting forcefully, his penis plunging in with a resounding thud.
"Ah...ah..."
Shizuka's body naturally arched in the opposite direction of his thrust, but was pulled back by the man's strong hand.
Shizuka's cavity was filled with the man's penis, and as he slowly began to thrust, his swaying scrotum slapped against Shizuka's smooth mound. Soon after, Shizuka felt her sensuality growing increasingly intense.
"Ah...ah..."
As the pleasure intensified, Shizuka's breathing became rapid, and her cries grew louder. Kurosawa, while rubbing her swollen clitoris, inserted his penis to its deepest point and began rotating it.
"Ah! I..."
Shizuka said, quickly shutting her mouth. But the surging pleasure grew stronger and stronger, becoming unbearable...a tsunami of waves crashed over her.
"Ah! I'm coming!..."
This was Shizuka's actual sensation.
She felt something gushing out from between her vaginal walls. Kurosawa felt the vaginal walls wrap around his penis, and when he felt the hot liquid rushing up, he released what he had been holding back for so long.
At the moment Shizuka and Kurosawa reached their climax simultaneously, their bodies collapsed onto each other.
The light streaming in from the window was already dim, telling them that it was getting dark.
(Was what that man said before he left true?) On her way home, Shizuka
remembered what the man had said: "Tashiro sold me milk." He also said,
"He did the same thing to my woman as he did today." "
Hiroshi, who said he loved me, couldn't have done that!"
So Shizuka called Hiroshi, but he wasn't home.
"Where did he go? I have to find him and confirm that statement..."
Shizuka felt her face had changed, and not wanting her mother to see, she quietly went in through the back door. She saw the living room light on; her mother seemed to have already returned home.
She tiptoed upstairs to the second floor. There, Shizuka heard her mother crying, something rare; her mother never showed her weakness or tears.
The sound was coming from her mother's bedroom. Since she heard it, she couldn't ignore it; something serious must have happened.
Shizuka tried to push the door open, but it was already ajar, revealing the scene inside. Her mother's snow-white back was swaying on the bed.
"That's enough... I can't hold back anymore... Ah! I'm going to cum!"
Pulling at Kiwako's waist from beneath her, it was undoubtedly Hiroshi. Shizuka thought she was dreaming. Though terrifying, it was undeniably real.
Pushing open the door and going in wasn't her own choice; a strange feeling compelled her. Her mother and Hiroshi were completely unaware of her arrival.
"Ah... Great! Go ahead and cum! I'm going to cum too, I want to cum with you!"
"Okay, I'm going to cum!"
"Cum! From that big thing... cum a lot..."
"Coming! Mom, I cummed!"
"Me too! Ah! I cummed..."
The lower bodies that had been colliding suddenly stopped.
Just then, Shizuka's hand reached for the fruit knife on the tea table.
"Ah! This is heaven..."
Kiwako murmured to herself before collapsing onto Hiroshi.
The water-covered knife Shizuka raised flashed sharply, but neither Hiroshi nor Kiwako noticed...

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