Catalog.
Chapter 1: Love Triangle
Chapter 2 Another Experience
Chapter 3 Hand and Tongue Techniques
Chapter 4 Rape XXX
Chapter 5: A Desperate Plea
Chapter 6: A Little Prop of Love
Chapter 7 The Happy Chorus
Chapter 8: Seductive Busty Ass
Chapter 9 – Two Against One Messy Feast
Chapter X. Mother and Daughter Plead
Chapter 11 – Mrs. Tidal Spurt
Chapter XII – Warm and Wet Mourning Clothes
chapter xiii – pregnant women in heat
Chapter 14 – Exciting Intercourse
Chapter 1: Love Triangle
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When Shigeo Aoyama first saw Yoko Nishizawa, he intuitively thought he could get his hands on the woman.
Aoyama is a salesman for a company that sells a variety of household goods, and he is also an instructor at the knitting room that the company runs to promote knitting machines.
Yuko Nishizawa is a housewife who came to the knitting class to receive a lecture.
Women who come to the weaving class include housewives, working women, college students, widows… all kinds of women come here.
The most numerous of these are housewives, with those in their twenties and thirties accounting for 80% of all housewives.
When you teach these women personally to use the knitting machine and method, you can distinguish those who are able to get their hands on it.
There are two types of women: those who are absolutely impenetrable and those who can be achieved by means of attack.
In this society alone there are women who desperately pursue women who will never fall in love, and men who are demoralized when they hit a nail, and quite a lot of them.
This is due to over-attachment to the type of woman you like.
Aoyama doesn’t waste time on women who won’t fall since he can differentiate between women who won’t fall and those he can get.
So the percentage of women he can get his hands on is one hundred percent.
Whether or not it’s to your favorite type of woman, women are cute as long as they sleep together.
Housewives in particular make up over ninety percent of the women who will fall into the trap, and you can pretty much take your pick.
Aoyama is thirty-five, of course he has a wife, and he doesn’t want to hide this.
So every month there were two new women on his roster.
Yuko Nishizawa said she was 29 years old and added that she had been married for five years and had a lot of free time after her children were sent to a nursery school, so she wanted to learn how to knit.
Her body is a little thin, but her breasts are full, and she has a mature look from the waist down. The lower half of her body gives her a sense of innocence, but also a sense of obscenity.
When Aoyama was teaching Yuko, she liked to lean her body close to Aoyama’s, as well as touching hand to hand, often showing seductive glances at Aoyama.
A state of complete defenselessness against men.
The knitting classroom is divided into morning and afternoon classes.
Busy housewives attend the morning class more often because they have to prepare dinner, etc. in the afternoon.
Yuko started out attending the morning class and then switched to the afternoon class.
The afternoon shift ended at four o’clock, so Aoyama returned to the office, which was a thirty-minute trip away, to take care of business and go home.
Shutting the windows and doors of the knitting classroom and finally leaving the classroom, a small red car stopped next to Aoyama.
The one holding the steering wheel is Yoko.
“I’ll give you a ride.”
Yuko opened the door to the assistant’s seat from inside the car.
“Great.”
Aoyama got in the car.
“I am so grateful to get a beautiful woman like you to give me a ride.”
As Aoyama said this, the car started up.
“I know you’re being flattering, but I’m glad.”
Yuko’s face reddened.
“I’m not flattering, I’ve been wanting to take you to dinner for a long time.”
“That really touches me, I’m always available.”
“But your husband is home, isn’t he?”
“Saturday will be fine.”
“Will your husband be home late this day?”
“It wasn’t. It’s the day he stays home all day.”
“What?”
“So I let my husband watch the house so I can go out.”
“Won’t we go out together?”
“Sometimes.”
“Well, isn’t the usual day better than Saturday?”
“On weekdays, it’s hard to keep track of the time my husband comes home, and I have to leave the kids at home. On Saturdays, I can leave the kids with my husband, so it doesn’t matter if I come home a little later.”
Yuko finished and looked at Aoyama, showing her white teeth.
Aoyama had work on Saturday morning, so it was decided to meet at a cafe at the east exit of Shinjuku Station at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday.
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Yuko came to the cafe in her housecoat.
Aoyama thinks it’s better than a lot of color.
Yuko indicated driving here.
“So, go for a drive before dinner. I’ll drive.”
After finishing their coffee, Aoyama and Yoko went to the parking lot and got into the red sedan.
After driving out of the parking lot and onto the Capital Highway, head towards Hachioji.
Yuko didn’t ask to go there.
While driving, he shook Yuko’s hand. Yuko also gripped it back hard and made a giggling sound.
Hope is high.
Aoyama pulls off the highway at the Hachioji interchange, which has many hotels nearby.
“Do easy exercise before you eat.”
After Aoyama finished speaking, he immediately drove the car into the hotel’s parking lot.
“When you said you wanted sports, I thought we were going bowling, but I didn’t expect to drive into a place like this, really.”
Yuko glares at Aoyama for a moment.
Not a look of rejection.
Not only that, but Yuko’s eyes were moist.
The rod in Aoyama’s pants was already hard.
Aoyama pulled Yuko’s hand down her pants to stroke her rod.
“Ah… already…”
After confirming the hardness and shape with her hand, Yuko sighed and said, “I like it the best when it’s hard and majestic like this.”
Look at Aoyama with dazed eyes and run your hands over the zipper.
Yuko looked as if she was about to pull down her zipper and pull her rod out of her pants.
Aoyama gets out of the car and Yoko follows.
Select the room from the color photo board in the doorway, press the button and the door key drops on the catch below.
Get the key to the room.
When you go in, there is a sofa set in the doorway. Inside on a higher level there are round beds .
On the left there are faux rock bathrooms.
Aoyama locks the door and pushes Yuko down on the bed for a kiss.
Yuko responded by pulling down the zipper of Aoyama’s pants and pulling out her rod.
Aoyama also lifted up Yuko’s skirt and slipped his hand into his boxers.
Yuko’s thigh roots were already overflowing with nectar.
Aoyama decided to take a shower afterward.
Take off your suit, shirt, pants, and be completely naked.
Yuko also strips herself naked.
“I want to take a shower.”
“Go again before the second round.”
“Really? Can it happen twice?”
Yuko said happily, an excited gleam in her eyes as she pounced on Aoyama’s body.
“To wear a condom.”
Aoide reached for the condom that was resting on the pillow.
“No, it’s a safety day.”
Yuko shook her head vigorously.
Yoko does look good naked.
Large hemispherical breasts, and a broad pelvis show the woman’s vitality.
The grass is an inverted triangle with a long bottom edge, as if ripe kohlrabi were bulging upwards.
A strong womanly odor emanated from the perimeter of the grass.
The overflow of nectar evaporates, leaving the odor in the warm part.
So, after repeated wetting and drying, the atmosphere is getting stronger.
Aoyama kisses breasts and clamps nipples with his mouth.
Not bad for a housewife’s nipples, very big.
One side of the week mouth sucked on the nipple, while the other slid a finger into the core of the flower, right to the bottom.
From the moist, moist petals, find fat, big, fleshy buds.
The response to the nipples was sluggish, but when she touched the buds of flesh, Yuko twisted her body and grunted.
While pinching the buds of flesh with her index and middle fingers, Yuko began to wiggle her ass.
Yuko kept her grip on Aoyama’s hard rod.
Yuko suddenly pressed herself against Aoyama’s body, moving her body downward.
After licking over his chest and stomach, he took the rod in his mouth.
Warm, wet sensations surrounded the glans.
The intense pleasure caused Aoyama to grunt.
“I like it hard and big like that.”
Yuko’s mouth left the glans and kissed the rod from the side as if playing a harmonica.
“Ah! I can’t help it.”
Yuko couldn’t play with the meat cupping for more than a few minutes before mounting Aoyama.
Yuko used her jade hand to place the rod right at her core and dropped her body down.
“Yes…”
Yoko exclaimed, “Hard…”
Yoko Elephant is singing.
Aoyama looked at Yoko with sensible eyes.
The hard-loving Yuko desperately rotates her hips so that the union makes a plopping, lewd sound, showing that she has a strong life force.
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Aoyama and Yuko had arranged to meet at a cafe in Shinjuku at 3:00 p.m. on the Saturday two weeks later, and then go home separately.
“I was going to meet next week, but I’m on my period.”
Yuko’s tone was regretful.
Shower break after round one. It was close to six o’clock by the time I finished round two.
Yoko seems to want to go for round three, but instead Aoyama is thinking of Yoko’s husband who is at home with the kids.
“Better hurry back after dinner.”
Urge Yoko to leave the hotel.
After a simple meal at the drive-thru, we returned to Shinjuku and parted ways.
The following week Yuko came to the knitting classroom, gave Aoyama an implied smile, and whispered, “I can’t stand it, my husband says I smell like a man. I couldn’t lift my head up until noon on Sunday.”
Nearby was Komatsu Kuriko, who was also a housewife, and Aoyama was nervous that she might overhear.
“You haven’t said it yet, have you.” Aoyama asked in an uneasy whisper.
“Of course I won’t say. From start to finish, a man can’t detect a woman’s affair as long as the woman firmly denies it. A man who has an affair will be recognized immediately if he has an affair because the amount of semen is greatly reduced or not hard enough.”
Yuko reveals a playful smile and continues: “I’m not serious, but I’m just having a simple affair with you, with no intention of destroying the family, and my husband’s worries are redundant. But he is very jealous, men are really strange.”
Aoyama is also willing to have a rendezvous with Yuko because of this, and if Yuko takes it seriously, Aoyama might fall off the wagon.
Two weeks later, on Saturday, Aoyama arrived at the promised cafe.
Yoko wasn’t the only one waiting at the cafe, Komatsu Kuriko was with her.
Aoyama was startled, but Kuriko broke into a smile.
“I came with Kuriko today. She overheard the last conversation with you in the knitting classroom, so she asked to join. If she refused, she was going to snitch on us to our other halves. Such a cute person can still intimidate, so I decided to let her join.”
Yuko made a confused expression, but her eyes were smiling.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, you guys let me hear it on purpose. I didn’t really want to hear it, but I heard it anyway.”
Kuriko protested.
“But you terrorized me.”
“But I won’t forgive it if only the two of you enjoy it.”
“But you’re still newly married.”
“I’m younger than your age, but not necessarily newly married. I’ve been married for three years and my night life with my husband has recently hit a slump, so I have to find a man to stimulate me once in a while ah.”
Kuriko sticks out her chest.
Her breasts were at least a size bigger than Yoko’s.
It seems like it is not yet fully matured below the waist.
Aoyama is intrigued by Kuriko’s flesh.
“So what’s it going to be? Today with Yoko, next week with Kuriko, is that okay?”
Aoyama looks at the two women.
“No. It takes three to find joy.”
The two women looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
“Three?”
Aoyama’s eyes widened in surprise. At the same time it felt good to play with two women.
The problem is the place.
There must have been a two-name limit posted on the door of the hotel.
“There’s no problem with the venue. Mr. Kuriko’s husband was away on a business trip, so it was decided to go to her apartment.”
Yoko’s voice was cheerful.
“It’s not a problem as long as there’s a venue.”
Aoyama was also excited and said, “But if there are three of you, you have to prioritize, have you decided on the order yet?”
“That sort of thing hasn’t been decided yet. It doesn’t matter who starts, but the number of times has to be fair, never two for one and three for the other.”
“How can it be three times each, then I’d have to fight for my life six times.” Aoyama wanted to fight back.
“Two times each, then.”
“It’s going to be four times combined, and I’m just not confident.”
“One time each is never going to work.” Kuriko said, shaking her head.
Another sexually active housewife, mind you.
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After punches, it was decided that the first attacker was Kuriko.
Yuko and Kuriko undressed and lay on the bed.
Yuko fondles Kuriko’s breasts as Aoyama undresses.
After stripping off her clothes, Kuriko’s breasts were similar to Yuko’s.
This is because it’s not as mature below the waist as Yoko’s, and her breasts look particularly bulbous when she’s wearing clothes.
Once Aoyama was undressed, Kuriko’s breasts were given to Yuko while he himself concentrated on Kuriko’s lower body.
Kuriko’s pubic hair is a rectangle slightly wider at the top than at the bottom.
Aoyama kisses Kuriko’s thigh.
Spread your legs apart while moving your mouth toward the inner thigh roots.
With her legs spread apart, the cocksucker appeared from the woman’s slit.
The corns are symmetrical from side to side, with the flesh buds seen at the upper end.
As the crown parted to the left and right, it revealed a pink, wet, fleshy hole.
The length of the flesh slit is about a centimeter larger for Yoko than for Kuriko.
The three men took turns going to the bathroom to shower.
As a result, Yoko’s womanly odor wasn’t as strong as the last time.
The odor emanating from the core of Kuriko’s flowers isn’t very strong either.
The two women smelled more or less different.
Such a lewd odor caused a sweet paralyzing sensation in the back of Aoyama’s head.
Lick the nectar with your tongue and apply it to the buds.
“Ah…”
Kuriko’s body jumped a little.
Yuko left Kuriko’s chest.
“Breasts still aren’t fun.” He said, drilling into Aoyama’s lower abdomen in a supine position and taking the hard rod into his mouth.
“Now… what is Yoko doing?” Kuriko asked as she wiggled her ass.
“She takes my stuff in her mouth and enjoys it.”
“No way! It belongs to me now.”
Kuriko raises her body so that Aoyama is on her back, pushes Yuko away and swallows Aoyama’s rod into her mouth.
“Then I’m going to use his tongue.”
Yuko rides Aoyama’s face and drops her ass.
The scent of a woman surrounded Aoyama, her slit pressed against her mouth.
Aoyama flicked Yoko’s slit with his tongue.
“Ah…”
Yuko twisted her body and pressed her nub against the man’s lips.
Aoyama knew his rod was erected to its maximum. Warm sensations surrounded the rod and it was Kuriko who combined from above.
“Ah… Kyuriko… I’m most afraid of that…”
Yuko twists her body in Aoyama’s face.
“You can’t lick my back…”
It could be that Kuriko used her tongue to lick Yuko’s back after she bonded with Aoyama.
“You turn around.” Kuriko said to Yuko.
Yuko changes the direction of her body in Aoyama’s face.
“Let me touch your breasts.”
“I’m going to touch yours too.”
The two women started making gay play on Aoyama’s body.
Kuriko’s flower core strangled the meat stick.
Yuko’s wick pressed tightly against Aoyama’s face.
Yoko’s slit clamped down on Aoyama’s nose.
“Kuriko, let’s switch shifts.” Yuko pleaded with Kuriko.
“Only for a moment.”
Kuriko leaves and the two women change places.
This time it was a slightly looser force surrounding the rod than earlier.
Because Yoko’s flesh slit was long, it was relatively loose.
“I’m going to give out…”
Yuko’s head tilted back.
“You’re so selfish.” Kyuriko protested.
Yuko’s core began to contract rhythmically, she was running towards orgasm.
Yuko reaches her climax and flops down next to Aoyama.
“Ah…” Kuroneko’s head tilted back as well.
Aoyama grabbed Kuriko’s hand so that her body wouldn’t fall backwards.
The fleshy hole began to contract rhythmically.
Kuriko also reaches an orgasm.
Aoyama sprinted upward from below as his energy began to explode.
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It’s better for Kuriko to recover first.
After recovering, Kuriko skillfully uses her lips and tongue to revitalize Aoyama’s rod.
“This time you come from above.” He said, spreading his legs and preparing for Aoyama.
“That’s so unfair.”
Yuko shook the combined bodies of Kuriko and Aoyama.
But Yuko’s movements were as powerless as a drunken stupor.
“You haven’t recovered your spirit yet.” Kuriko said as she wiggled her ass.
“It’s fine without recovery if you use the back position.”
Yuko reached down to the union area and tried to pull out Aoyama’s rod.
“Okay…”
Aoyama leaves Kuriko and tells Yoko to get down and thrust from behind.
“Yes…”
Yuko twisted her body and clasped her hands around her stomach.
Aoyama stabbed into the deepest part of the mountain.
“Oh…”
Yuko’s upper body couldn’t support it, and she relied entirely on her knees to support her lower body.
Watching a plump ass fuck from behind satisfies a man’s sense of conquest.
“Great…”
Kuriko watched with wide eyes as Aoyama’s rod moved in and out of the core.
Aoyama’s rod glistened with nectar.
“Ah… good…”
Yuko’s back flopped upwards and her whole body spasmed.
“I’m… going to… release…” Yoko cried out word by word.
After the spasms wore off, her legs were unable to support her body and Yuko flopped down.
“Come on…”
Kuriko takes the same position.
Aoyama pulled his rod out of Yoriko’s body and inserted it into Kuriko’s fleshy hole.
“Ah… it’s too deep!”
Kuriko twisted her body in the same way, her hand clutching her stomach.
Aoyama wrapped his arms around Kuriko’s waistbone and pulled hard in his direction, his rod pushing forward.
“Ah… it’s going to break…” exclaimed Kuriko.
“Should we stop?” Aoyama asked as he stopped his thrusting motion.
“Don’t stop!”
Kuriko’s ass came down on Aoyama’s body.
Aoyama started thrusting again.
“AH… it’s broken…” exclaimed Kuriko again.
This time Aoyama ignored it and began to accelerate.
Aoyama felt like he was about to explode.
Kuriko’s body spasmed.
Feeling out Kyuriko’s thighs trembling.
Aoyama informed to ejaculate.
Kuriko nodded.
Aoyama thrust his cock deep into the bottom and then let the energy explode.
Unable to support her body, Kuriko slumped onto the bed.
Aoyama, also feeling tired, lay down between Kuriko and Yoko.
Yuko’s face was pressed against Aoyama’s chest and she laughed, “You ejaculated twice inside Kuroneko.”
Aoyama nodded.
“I can enjoy it twice more.”
Yuko stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
“You’ve each leaked twice, isn’t that fair?”
Aoyama takes deep breaths, not wanting to do any more work, and too much deliciousness can be painful.
“But you didn’t cum in me once, it’s too unfair to let you go.”
Yuko slowly rubbed the shriveled rod.
“You’re a man, you have to keep your word, get this thing big.”
“I have no confidence…” replied Aoyama feebly.
“I’ll put it in my mouth for you. I do that for my husband and it gets hard every time.”
Yuko moved her body downward, her face resting against the appendage of her penis.
Chapter 2 Another Experience
１
Yoko Okamoto is the newest student in the knitting classroom.
She’s a man’s type and very good looking. About twenty-seven or eight years old.
Petite in stature, she exudes a little magical girl-like aura. Aoyama instructed Yoko very thoroughly.
One side teaches, the other spies on the possibility of a takedown.
Yoko belonged to the group of women Aoyama wanted to sleep with.
When taught how to use it, Aoyama pretends to accidentally touch Yoko’s hand, and Yoko doesn’t show any expression of disgust.
Joking to her, Yoko says nasty in a soft voice and pushes Aoyama’s body with her hand.
By such a move, Aoyama thought that an attack on Yoko was a possibility.
Yoko belongs to the morning shift.
You won’t run into Yoko or Kuriko, who are related to Aoyama.
This would be much easier for wooing Yoko.
Yoko made rapid progress and soon began knitting men’s sweaters.
“Is it your husband’s?” Aoyama asked.
“Yes, because there’s no one else to send…”
Yoko made a motion of moving her body closer to Aoyama and said delicately.
“It’s marvelous that there are wives like you in these days. You love Mister very much, don’t you, ah! I envy your husband.”
Aoyama clenched his hands exaggeratedly and looked up to the sky.
“You can’t be so dictatorial, how can you say I love him so much.”
“Don’t you belong entirely to your husband alone?”
“That’s because I didn’t get the chance.”
“That being the case, how about a meeting with mine? At your most convenient time, except for Thursdays here every week, I am selling knitting machines everywhere, so meeting during the day won’t be a problem.”
Aoyama was in hot pursuit.
“Then nine o’clock in the morning the day after tomorrow would be better.”
Yoko said making a face of necessity.
“Is it nine in the morning?”
Aoyama was surprised; nine o’clock at night was experienced in dating, nine o’clock in the morning was a first.
“Because I can’t get out until about eight-forty after dropping the kids off at the elementary school and then doing my chores. The kids get home at 12:40 and I have to go back before then, so it’s only three hours.”
“Okay, let’s just meet in the front of the classroom at 9:00 a.m.”
There’s really no rule that men and women have to date at night.
Wouldn’t it be nice to soak up the fresh morning air and go on a date with a young woman?
But you can’t drink at nine in the morning to add to the atmosphere.
Aoyama looked at Yoko’s departing back and racked his brain but still couldn’t come up with a good plan.
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Aoyama’s company starts at nine o’clock.
The appointment with Yoko was at 9:00 a.m. If I went to work first, I might not make it in time.
The day before, Aoyama had explained to his supervisor at the company that the students in the knitting classroom wanted to buy a knitting machine, and had arranged to meet in the morning, so that he could load a sample of the knitting machine in the company’s passenger and cargo van.
The name of the company is written in large letters on both sides of the car.
It’s not suitable for a date, but it’s good for covering up a date at work.
The next day, Aoyama parked his car in front of the knitting classroom at eight-fifty. There was no concrete battle plan yet, ready to take one step at a time.
At nine o’clock, Yoko arrived. Wearing a blouse with red dots on a white background, and a white mini-skirt.
“Fearful of being discovered by my husband, my heart was pounding, and I did a lot of blundering from the morning.”
Yoko said with a hand on her chest as she sat down in the aide’s chair.
Aoyama immediately drove, in a place like this there was the possibility of being seen by the students in the knitting classroom.
If you want a married woman to take bold action, you have to keep it completely secret, and you must never fall in line.
“Is the heart beating hard?”
Aoyama drove while putting his hand on Yoko’s breast.
“Ah…”
Yoko twisted her body, but had no intention of pushing Aoyama’s hand away.
Yoko wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were the perfect size for caressing.
Aoyama’s fingers found the nipple and pinched it gently from the shirt.
The nipples harden, protrude, and push up against the blouse.
“You’re really quick with your hands.”
Yoko’s hand rested on Aoyama’s with a sigh.
“You need to look ahead, drive well, and be extra careful.”
Yoko was like coaxing a child.
“Yes, mom…”
Aoyama had both hands on the steering wheel.
“I want to be home by twelve or so.”
Yoko’s hand was on Aoyama’s thigh.
Aoyama’s rod swelled in his pants.
Yoko’s hand moved up Aoyama’s thigh, slowly approaching the rod and gripping it from his pants.
“Whew! It’s big up already.”
Yoko squeezed her hand two or three times, as if testing the hardness.
This way you can drive right into the hotel, Aoyama thought.
Driving twenty minutes from the knitting classroom in the direction of the company, there were beautiful looking hotels, and Aoyama decided to go there.
Cars with company names entering hotels can be the best camouflage instead.
Even if someone saw it, they wouldn’t think they’d skip work in a car with a company name on it to play with women.
Be sure to kindly explain coming to the hotel for work.
“You’ll be let back in after noon. Until then, rest here.”
Aoyama came to the front of the hotel and pulled into the hotel’s parking lot.
“This…”
Yoko stared at Aoyama more or less nervously.
“Hurry up and get in your room.”
Get off at Aoyama.
Yoko sat in the assistant’s seat without opening the car door.
Aoyama walked around the front of the car and opened the door.
“Slow down, you’ll be seen.”
Hearing that someone had seen this, Yoko suddenly looked up and hurried out of the car.
Enter through the front door, look at the colorful diagram of the room’s construction, and press the number you want.
Nevertheless, Yoko hid behind Aoyama.
Aoyama got the key and walked into the stairs.
The room is on the third floor.
“I didn’t expect to be brought to a place like this without giving me time to say no, what a bad guy.”
Closing the elevator door, Yoko leaned on Aoyama.
Stepping out of the elevator, Aoyama put his arm around Yoko’s shoulder and walked into the room.
After unlocking the door from the inside, he took Yoko inside his arms.
Yoko’s tongue entwined with Aoyama’s while running her hands down Aoyama’s pants.
Aoyama kissed on one side and let his pants fall to his feet on the other.
Yoko pulled out her erect rod from Aoyama’s underwear.
“I like it best this hard.”
The body trembled with it.
It was only at this point that Aoyama began to observe the room.
On the right hand side is the spacious bathroom, in front of it is a set of sofas and a refrigerator, and at the far end there is the double bed.
The bathrooms are glass cubicles with rubber mats on the floor where you can do the Thai bath foam dance.
Aoyama thought to himself-Wait a minute to play Bubble Dance.
Propose to Yoko.
“I’ve heard Mr. Foam Dance mentioned, but I don’t know about the actual meat appearance.”
“I’ll teach you.”
Aoyama stripped naked and then went into the bathroom and ran water in the tub.
After draining the water, he turned and waved to Yoko.
Yoko had been looking at Aoyama’s erect rod with mesmerized eyes until she was urged to start undressing.
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Yoko’s flesh was so fresh it was hard to believe she had ever given birth.
Round, bulging breasts protrude forward, with areolas and nipples that are close to pink. Lush pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, and the skin was delicate and white.
“It’s too bad that a man has such flesh all to himself.”
Aoyama poured hot water over Yoko’s body, then applied the soap to it, and after applying it to his own breasts and stomach, he lay on his back on the rubber mat.
“You press your chest against mine.”
Aoyama instructed Yoko.
Yoko pressed her breasts down according to Aoyama’s words and couldn’t help but let out a shriek as her body was about to slide down.
“Oops… I’m going to slip… Oops…”
Yoko kept screaming and crawling all over Aoyama’s body.
“That’s the bubble dance.”
Aoyama helps Yoko so that her body doesn’t slide down while rubbing her glans against the woman’s slit.
Nectar flowed from Yoko’s slit.
“It’s so tiring to slide like this.” Yoko said coming up for air.
“It’s easier to move around when you’ve fixed that place, right?…”
Yoko grabbed the meat stick.
“Okay.”
Before Aoyama could answer, Yoko had already swallowed the rod into her body flesh.
The fiery core of the flower surrounded Aoyama’s rod, the encasement strong but quite smooth on the inside.
“It’s a lot easier when it’s immobilized like this.” Yoko said, pressing her body down.
It’s just a combination of foam-coated bodies joined together with no foreplay at all.
There is no caressing with fingers or tongue at the core of the flower.
A married woman can skip foreplay like that and bond, but a single woman has to go through foreplay and other formalities.
After a few years of coupledom, you can be satisfied even if you skip some of the processes because you already know the essentials of intercourse.
Yoko had put on a plastic hotel hat to avoid getting her hair wet.
This makes Yoko look younger.
Yoko began to move slowly.
“Yes…”
Yoko’s breathing was rapid.
“I may be getting hooked on foam dancing.”
Yoko kept wiggling her ass and Aoyama gave a bitter smile.
It’s not a foam dance when the meat stick is in the core of the flower.
Yoko says she might be hooked, it’s not the bubble dance she’s hooked on, it would be the affair.
Thinking of this, Aoyama asked, “Did your husband make love to you every night?”
Aoyama asked while pushing upward from underneath Yoko in time with Yoko’s movements.
“He didn’t have enough patience, I said it was still a little short and asked him to wait, but it didn’t work and he soon ejaculated.
So I don’t know what an orgasm is yet.”
Yoko’s voice shook slightly.
Then Yoko silently wriggled her body, and soon after made a sound that sounded like a soprano.
“You…”
“What is it?”
“Can you still wait for me?”
Like a voice squeezed from your throat.
Aoyama knew she was nearing an orgasm, and his husband probably couldn’t help himself at this point.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
Aoyama nodded, as the tension had not yet been reached.
“Really?”
Yoko looked at Aoyama with an expression of wanting to cry.
“Really, I’ll wait for you.”
“Ah…”
Yoko began to wiggle her ass harder.
“Ah… so strange… what do I feel here…”
Yoko hugged Aoyama tightly and stretched her legs together.
In this position, Aoyama’s pubic bone presses strongly against the pubic core.
“Uh…”
Yoko’s body trembled against Aoyama’s.
Aoyama knew Yoko had reached orgasm.
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“You haven’t cum yet?”
Yoko’s face was pressed against Aoyama’s chest, her breath coming in sharp gasps as her core contracted and clamped down on the rod.
“Not yet.”
Aoyama stroked Yoko’s nub.
“Someone would really wait for me like this.”
Yoko looked at Aoyama with a hard-to-believe expression.
“Not all men are impatient.”
“It was wonderful in every way.”
“What are the various aspects?”
“The first is that I get to be a woman’s true joy that way, and the second is that I happened to have a dangerous day and combined in spite of it. But you’re bound to get pregnant if you cum inside, and you avoided it by not cumming.”
Yoko finished with a deep sigh.
“Because you swallowed it so quickly, I thought it was a safe day.”
“Because it was so comfortable and the thought of talking about it then if I got pregnant was so close to being a big problem.”
“It’s just too dangerous.”
If you’re really pregnant. Things could get messy.
“I didn’t realize that women’s orgasms were that good.”
“You can always give you that kind of pleasure if you’re satisfied.”
Aoyama caresses Yoko’s ass.
“You’ve given me a taste of the exhilaration of being a woman, and I have to thank you back for that.”
Yoko lightly bit Aoyama’s nipple.
“You can play with my body in any position you want. You must cum, right?” Yoko said in a shy tone.
Aoyama’s fingers slid down from his ass to his anus.
In a flash, the core of the flower clenched Aoyama’s rod.
“I’m the one who doesn’t like to wear condoms.”
Aoyama stroked his anus, enjoying the sensation of the core clenching.
“But then I’d get pregnant.”
“There are ways to not get pregnant without a condom and cum inside you.”
“How can…”
“In the anus would be fine.”
Aoyama pressed his fingers hard against his anus.
“Going to stick it in there?”
Yoko’s eyes rounded.
Aoyama nodded.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither have I, but I’ve seen it on foreign porn.”
“Really stick it in?”
“Of course, both men and women seem to be comfortable with it.”
“Did the woman orgasm?”
A shine bubbled up from Yoko’s eyes.
“Look at that face like it’s reaching orgasm.”
“I already said you can play with my body all you want. Well, try it. But how do I do it?”
Showing an uneasy expression to look at Aoyama.
“You lie on your back.” Aoyama said to Yoko.
Aoyama had no experience with anal sex, but had pretty much the same experience.
That time Aoyama wanted the other woman to be in the back position because it was determined that anal sex was in that position.
But when it came time to penetrate, the woman, fearing pain, moved forward to avoid it, so that she failed to achieve her goal and fell on the bed.
After a woman is on her back, having a plump ass makes penetration even more impossible.
After thirty minutes of fighting the results, Aoyama gave up.
Because of this experience, Aoyama came up with the idea of having his opponent raise his legs high in the air after adopting a normal position.
In this position the anus will be upward and you will not be able to move your body even if it hurts.
Aoyama pulled out his rod and Yoko lay on her back.
Yoko’s anus had long since been coated with nectar and turned wet.
Aoyama lifted Yoko’s legs high, her thighs about to touch her breasts.
The glans is facing the anus.
“I’m afraid of pain, so don’t be rough.” Yoko repeated.
Aoyama nodded and then put his weight on the meat stick.
It’s like the feeling of breaking through something.
“It hurts…”
Yoko tries to lower her legs and push Aoyama away.
But Yoko preceded this, and Aoyama quickly advanced.
“It hurts! Don’t…” Yoko yelled, tilting her chin up.
Aoyama still advances so that the meat stick is fully inside the anus.
The anal hole had several times the clamping force of a flower core, but Yoko stopped screaming in pain.
“See, it’ll stick in.”
Aoyama observed Yoko’s expression.
“But how can I have an orgasm this way.”
Yoko looked at Aoyama resentfully.
“Because it’s something you’ve just broken your melon, it’s something that can’t be helped.”
Aoyama began to thrust.
“It’s like the pain feels different.”
Yoko took the initiative to raise her legs a little higher and said pleadingly, “Try to go faster.”
Aoyama sped up his movements, spewing manly cum into the bottomless anus.
In order to relieve Yoko’s pain as soon as possible, he pulled out his rod immediately after ejaculating.
After Aoyama’s rod withdrew, the anus immediately closed as if nothing had happened.
“I didn’t expect to experience so much in one day.” Yoko said to herself as she lay helplessly on the rubber mat.
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After showering, rest together on the bed for a while, then put on a condom and bond in a normal position.
Yoko reached her second orgasm.
This time it seemed as if the orgasm was more intense than the one achieved in the woman-on-top position.
“I’m getting hooked…”
Yoko mumbled as she wrapped her arms and legs around Aoyama’s body after reaching orgasm.
Aoyama clutched his flesh, which still had the aftermath of his orgasm, and ejaculated for the second time.
“It’s almost noon, I should take you back.”
Aoyama shook the unconscious Yoko.
“I can’t, my legs are weak…”
Yoko cradled the quilt in her arms and stretched out her thighs.
There was a sensuality in the plump thighs that young women don’t see.
“How about cutting off my legs?”
Yoko lies on her back and kicks both feet.
Aoyama went into the bathroom alone to take a shower.
Can’t come back to the office smelling like a woman.
Aoyama started to get dressed as Yoko remained in bed.
“Take another break.”
Aoyama puts on a shirt and tie, then sits down next to Yoko and tenderly strokes the pubic hair.
Yoko closed her eyes as if she was comfortable.
Aoyama parted Yotsuya’s legs, revealing her slit under her pubic hair.
The slit was a little red and swollen, as if confirming the fact that she had just had sex.
The color of the labia is not yet dark.
Aoyama stroked the inside of his slit with his fingers.
Nectar creates smoothness.
Aoyama scooped up the nectar with his fingers and stroked it right over his anus via light strokes.
“No way!” Yoko suddenly yelled before jumping up.
“It won’t work there.”
Jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
The sound of a toilet flushing was heard, mixed with the sound of air being squeezed out of a narrow area.
Yoko walked out of the restroom and into the bathroom.
Wash carefully in front and behind the thigh roots.
Yoko wore it for a very short time and looked in the mirror for a very short time.
Aoyama knew it was the privilege of youth.
With every year a woman gains, the amount of time she spends in front of the mirror increases.
“Next Monday is also Saturday, is that okay?”
Aoyama said as he kissed her when Yoko finished dressing.
“Going to wait for me until Saturday?”
Yoko held the shrinking cock from her pants.
“I’d like to meet sooner rather than later, or I’ll forget the elation of experiencing a woman on a rare occasion.” Yoko said in a sappy tone.
“On Wednesday then.”
“The Monday after tomorrow is better.”
“Still from 9 a.m. to noon?”
“No, this one is from nine in the morning to three in the afternoon.”
“Isn’t that kid back from school?”
“There’s a nutritious lunch on Monday, and I can have the kids bring their keys, and it won’t matter if they come home a little early.”
Yoko and Aoyama kiss.
“Get this thing as hard as you can before Monday.” Yoko said as she pressed her pubic bone against Aoyama’s cock. “Can’t sleep with the missus, waste of a bullet.”
“Got it.”
Aoyama picked up the phone and told the counter he was leaving.
“Please take the key and drive to the exit.” The counter replied.
Take the car to the exit of the parking lot and pay at the window.
After driving out of the parking lot, Aoyama pressed down hard on the gas.
“Ah… it hurts.” Yoko said to herself.
“First affair, heart will ache.” Aoyama said comfortingly.
“No, it’s a sore ass. It’s all you, sticking something that big in there, don’t make the car vibrate, drive slower.”
Yoko pressed her hand against her anus and glared at Aoyama.
Chapter 3 Hand and Tongue Techniques
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Takumi Nanjo was among the most elegant of the young women students in the knitting classroom, and was about thirty-one or twenty years old.
Shigeo Aoyama takes a keen interest in Takumi Nanjo and collects information about her as if she were a woman already in a relationship.
At first glance, Gui Mei looks like a woman who can’t be attacked, but this also increases Aoyama’s fighting spirit.
“That man doesn’t even know how to have intercourse, does he. It’s unbelievable that someone that classy would take off his boxers and cuddle with a man.”
Yoko Okamoto said as she took Aoyama’s rod on one side of the hotel bed.
“You don’t look like the kind of woman who would take a man other than her husband’s rod in her mouth either.” Aoyama whispered.
“It’s you who made me such a degraded woman.”
Yoko bites Aoyama’s rod with her teeth, causing Aoyama to let out a scream.
“Her husband is from a noble family, and the wife’s mother’s family is distantly related to the royal family; both of them probably don’t know how to have intercourse, so it’s no wonder they didn’t have any children.”
Also at the hotel, Yuko Nishizawa, who was riding on Aoyama, said.
“No way… even nobles should have desires.”
“Yes? When Mr. tries to take off Mrs.’s panties, does he say please don’t do such a nasty thing and smack his hand. Presumably the two of them are sleeping in the bed, waiting for the Deliverer to arrive.”
Yuko said while a large amount of nectar flowed out of her meat hole.
“Anymore, she wouldn’t be practicing horseback riding on a man’s body, would she?”
Aoyama joked to Yoko from below.
“You’re bad.”
Yuko pressed her face against Aoyama’s chest and took a gentle bite.
“A woman like that will never let a man go when she gets a taste of an affair. Prepare to go to hell if you try to move her.”
The one who is secretly holding Aoyama back in this way is Komatsu Kyuriko.
Aoyama is trying to play with women, but doesn’t want to go to hell, play to be in heaven, never want to be near hell.
But the more information he gets, the more Aoyama’s fighting spirit for Takumi is ignited. Aoyama is determined to pursue Takumi.
The only way to get a woman is to make up your mind to try. Being afraid to take action for fear of rejection will never lead to results.
Guimi initially attended the morning shift, but later changed to the afternoon shift because of her low blood pressure, which made getting up early in the morning a struggle.
And coming in late, when the others were trying to get back to making dinner and were in an unsteady mood, was exactly when she began to zealously study.
Aoyama takes advantage of the fact that only Takumi is left in the classroom and invites her to dinner.
Takumi stopped operating the knitting machine and gazed at Aoyama’s face.
Just as Aoyama thought that he might be chastised, Takumi whispered, “The day after tomorrow, my husband is going on a business trip to Osaka and won’t be back.” After saying that, she lowered her head with a red face.
Is this saying that the day the husband doesn’t return is the day of promise?
“So, how about meeting at the cafe on the eighth floor of the Shinjuku Station Building at seven o’clock the night after tomorrow?”
Aoyama whispered the name of the cafe.
Takumi repeats the name of the store in a shaky voice, then nods softly.
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Aoyama entered the cafe fifteen minutes earlier than the appointed time.
Guimet arrived five minutes after Aoyama.
“It’s the first time I’ve been alone with a man other than my husband.”
Guimi’s expression tensed.
Occasional spasms of the lower eyelids show the degree of tension.
Aoyama takes Takumi to a restaurant that serves Kyoto cuisine.
Because when Aoyama asks her what she likes to eat, Takumi answers Kyoto cuisine.
Takumi barely touched her chopsticks to her favorite Kyoto.
A woman does not have an appetite when she is sexually aroused, even on an empty stomach.
Aoyama sees the unappetizing Takumi and thinks it’s time to convince.
On this day, Takumi wore a dress that emphasized her curves, so her breasts looked unexpectedly full.
Aoyama wondered if he wore this costume because he wanted to seduce a man.
“How about going to a hotel when we get out of here?”
Aoyama said the name of the inn in a very low voice.
Takumi’s hand with the chopsticks trembled a bit and lowered her head without answering.
Aoyama took it as an explanation of her agreement.
If you really wanted to refuse, you would have said so.
Aoyama left his seat and used the meal to listen to the phone and reserve a room at the hotel.
Aoyama paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant.
Takumi, who rarely spoke in the first place, hadn’t said a word since Aoyama had asked her to go to the inn. It wasn’t that she was angry, but she was too nervous to speak.
Aoyama walked to the hotel with his arm around Takumi’s shoulder.
Guimi’s body was as hard as coagulation and her whole body trembled.
Aoyama just fantasized about the glory of stripping the elegant young woman naked, and something in his pants snapped to an erection.
Upon entering the inn, go to the bar and ask for a sweet drink for Takumi, then go to the counter alone to check in and get the key to your room back at the bar.
Takumi faced the glass as if in deep thought.
Aoyama ordered a brandy for himself.
“Here’s to a great night.”
Takumi raised her glass, clinking it lightly with Aoyama’s before taking a drink, seeing her hand shaking as she held it.
However, Takumi’s expression was more cheerful than before, probably because entering the hotel had rather calmed her heart.
“Let’s go to the room.”
Takumi nodded softly, as if telling herself to agree.
After stepping out of the elevator, Aoyama put his arm around Takumi’s waist and headed for his room.
When she walked, Guimi’s willowy waist and plump ass twisted in a very sexy way.
Aoyama opened the door to his room and let Takumi in first.
After locking the door to his room and turning on the light, he immediately took Takumi in his arms and kissed him.
Unexpectedly, Takumi also boldly stuck out her tongue in response.
Aoyama pushed his erect rod against Takumi’s lower abdomen.
Takumi pushes back with a body shot.
Aoyama kissed one side and zipped down the zipper of Takumi’s dress.
Without resisting, Takumi let Aoyama take off her dress.
Underneath the dress was a black shirtdress with a black bra underneath.
Aoyama removes Takumi’s underwear and brings Takumi, who is down to her boxers, to the double bed so that she is lying on her back.
Aoyama strips naked in front of Takumi.
When I took off my underwear, my rod jumped out like a spring.
Guimi’s eyes were fixed on the erect penis.
“Are you going to take a shower?” Aoyama asked.
Takumi shook her head, “I washed it before I came out.”
“Then I’ll go wash it.”
When Aoyama came out of the wash, Takumi was already lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, showing only her face.
Aoyama got into bed and lay down next to Takumi, kissing on one side and lifting the blanket on the other.
Guilherme’s breasts appeared as high, bulging, beautifully shaped breasts.
Probably from not having had children, the shape is perfect.
The nipples were small, pointy and pink, as fresh as if they had been formed into women only yesterday.
Aoyama let out an exclamatory hum.
Move your mouth close to the nipple and gently clamp it in your mouth.
“ah… ah…”
Takumi twisted her body.
The panties Guimi wore were a disputed red color with a slight bulge in the front.
Aoyama teased his nipples for a while before moving his body downward, his face pressed against the bulge of his boxers. There was the hard pubic bone below the feel of pubic hair.
The body odor of a mature woman gently surrounded Aoyama.
Aoyama began to slowly remove Takumi’s boxers.
Guimi lifted her ass to assist.
Pubic hair appeared from under his boxers, which Aoyama had guessed to be sparse black grass.
The grassy area that appeared as if boasting of life was dark and lush, in the shape of an inverted triangle, so large that it almost spilled out of his boxers.
The thighs also look plump and sexy.
“Elegant noblewoman on top, horny slut on the bottom.” Aoyama said to himself.
“Don’t…” Guimi covered her face with her hands.
Aoyama removed his boxers from under Takumi’s feet and spread his legs.
Mysterious stream valleys appear, glowing pink.
Aoyama was sucked over by the pink color and stuck his tongue out over the creek valley.
“Ah…” Guimi’s body trembled.
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Aoyama very carefully caressed the slit with his tongue.
Hold the small bud in your mouth and press or suck on it with the tip of your tongue.
Takumi wiggled her ass to indicate the exuberance of pleasure.
“You don’t like licking there… I do feel good…”
Takumi asked this several times in a row with a sharp intake of breath.
“I wouldn’t hate it.”
Every time Aoyama answered this way at the woman’s crotch.
“But my husband has never done that. Unlike you, he’s never even looked at it, he must think women’s bodies are dirty.”
Takumi’s lower abdomen continued to rise and fall as she let out a series of soft hums.
“Your husband must have a very good family history.” Aoyama asked as he licked at the bud.
“Yes. Used to be an aristocrat, and I’m told his nurse bathed him as a child.”
“It must have been the sight of Nana’s pussy at that time that scared her. To a toddler’s eyes, it was something with a long black beard and a big red mouth, as fearful as the devil.”
“So he doesn’t want to look at me there.”
Takumi nodded softly, as if agreeing with Aoyama.
Takumi’s body trembled slightly, and Aoyama knew that he could bond now.
Pressing down on Takumi, the meat stick plopped in.
“Ah…”
Takumi’s whole body spasmed as she greeted Aoyama.
“I’m a bad woman for having sex with a man other than my husband…”
It was as if Guimi’s slit refused to allow Aoyama’s rod to penetrate, it was very narrow and resistant.
Takumi’s body was constructed to be delicate, but her lower body was really able to meet Aoyama’s attack. The flesh hole was so deep that it encountered no resistance even after penetrating to the bottom, only the hole’s jowls surrounded the rod tightly.
The various elements make the combination feel very comfortable.
“Is it going to be over?” Takumi asked Aoyama who was scoring her body.
“What?” Aoyama asked rhetorically, not understanding what she meant.
“If it’s my husband, it’s almost time to cum, so I’ll just ask. Men ejaculate in less than five minutes after penetration, right?”
Takumi added that her husband does this every time.
“Didn’t it match your orgasm before you ejaculated?”
“No, it’s over in less than five minutes each time. If I make more or less noise, it comes out faster.”
Takumi shook her head and said she didn’t yet know what a woman’s orgasm felt like. There was pleasure, but it was still different from an orgasm.
“I’ll teach you later.”
Aoyama thrusts in slow motions.
“You’re willing to do what my husband won’t, so I have one more plea.”
Takumi reached out her arms to embrace Aoyama’s neck.
“You name it, I’ll say yes to anything I can do.”
Aoyama lightly bites Takumi’s ear.
“It’s absolutely impossible to tell your husband.”
Guimetsu was explaining himself.
“What is it exactly?”
“I want to swallow a man’s cum. If I ask my husband for it like that, he will surely kick me out of the house.”
Guimi’s cheeks, which were pressed against Aoyama’s face, got hotter.
“Can you promise?”
“I don’t think that flavor is as good as you think it is.”
“I don’t know what it tastes like yet, let me drink it, will you?”
“Yeah.” Aoyama smiled bitterly and nodded.
“Great, let me know when it’s coming out and I’ll catch it in my mouth.”
Aoyama then realized why he wanted to know the time of ejaculation.
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“Wait until it’s about to come out, it might be too late.” Aoyama said as he continued to thrust.
“Hold it in your mouth a little earlier so you can cum?”
“Just holding it in your mouth won’t work, you need to shake your head or stimulate your mouth. The tongue and hands need to be mobilized.”
“Can I do it?”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Then, I’m going to put it in my mouth.”
Aoyama pulls out his rod, picks up Takumi’s boxers and wipes the nectar staining his inner rod.
Seeing Aoyama on his back, Takumi leaned over and gently swallowed the glans into his mouth.
“And open your mouth a little wider, and swallow boldly, holding the root in your hand, and bobbing your head upward to do so.”
Takumi tucked her hair back from her face and did as Aoyama said.
“I hear you’re of royal birth.” Aoyama asked Takumi who was greedily sucking on his rod.
Takumi nodded with her mouth on the rod.
The thought of having his rod in the mouth of a thousand-year-old girl with royal blood who was married to an old aristocrat was exhilarating to Aoyama.
Aoyama would love to train Takumi as a sex slave.
“Is it good?”
Aoyama stroked Takumi’s hair.
Guimi nodded.
“Would you love to have it in your mouth like that?”
“┅”
“It’s the first time you’ve had a man lick you there, too, isn’t it?”
“┅”
“It’s nice to lick and be licked, isn’t it.”
“┅”
Each time Takumi nodded softly.
Aoyama felt himself getting aroused, and was very touched in his heart now that he had made the royal aristocrat who had never swallowed a man’s meat stick do so.
“I’m going to cum…”
Aoyama hugged Takumi’s head tightly.
The first wave of spray hits the mucous membranes of the mouth.
“Ummm…” grunted Yomi.
Rhythmically spraying the first, second, third…
Takumi swallowed the man’s cum hard.
After the spurt ended, the glans felt itchy in his mouth and hastily pulled the rod out of Takumi’s mouth.
Takumi spilled the man’s cum from the corner of her mouth, showing a blank expression as her eyes lost focus.
“What do you think?”
Aoyama told Takumi to lie down on the bed and wiped the cum from the corner of his mouth with his boxers, wiping his rod in the process.
“It’s like putting a pistol in your mouth and shooting it.” Takumi voiced the sentiment.
“Not as tasty as you’d expect, I guess.”
“Hmm… bitter and astringent… not very tasty.” Guimi said as her eyes regained their focus and looked at Aoyama.
“I thank you anyway. What I can’t ask my husband for, you’re giving me experience.”
Takumi played with the shrunken penis lovingly, adding, “It’s like swallowing a raw egg.”
“It’s so late to swallow a man’s semen for the first time until you’re in your thirties. Girls nowadays have that experience before marriage.”
“Before the wedding?”
Takumi’s eyes widened.
“When you have sex before marriage, if you don’t have a condom, you can get pregnant if you ejaculate inside, so you will ejaculate in your mouth and swallow it.”
“Really?”
“Isn’t it true that some people say that Yakult is the taste of first love? The man’s semen swallowed by a young girl in her first love resembles the original liquid of Nutella, so it’s called the taste of first love.”
“Really? I never knew that.”
Takumi took Aoyama’s joke seriously.
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In less than fifteen minutes, Aoyama felt refreshed.
“Did you come through the back?”
Aoyama embraced Takumi and let her hold the rod that was beginning to regain its erection.
“Behind?”
“It’s the doggy position.”
“What position?”
“It’s the dog-crossing position. You’ve seen a male dog on top of a female dog.”
“Really, do people use that position too?”
Takumi frowned.
“My husband has pressed himself lightly against me every time, and has done nothing else.”
“You haven’t been up there either?”
“Doing something as lewd as that would immediately get you kicked out by your husband.”
“It’s a surprise that there’s such a thing nowadays.”
“But I’m willing to try it with you because I don’t have to worry about getting kicked out.”
Guimi’s hand gripped the meat stick, but didn’t move, in which case it wouldn’t be easy for the meat stick to fully regain its spirit.
“Now then, let’s use the woman on top position.”
Aoyama taught Takumi how to move her hands.
“Now? Do you have to do it twice in one night?”
Gui-mei said with a look of disbelief, “But this…”
Takumi seemed to say that Aoyama’s rod was still soft, but she swallowed her words in mid-sentence. Because the rod in her hand was getting erect again.
“Two or three times a night is fine.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
Aoyama’s fingers slipped into the core of Guimi’s flower.
The core of Guimi’s flower that had not yet reached orgasm had nectar to keep it lubricated.
Aoyama lets Takumi ride him and inserts his rod from below.
“How… can… a second time… ah…” said Guimi as she kept shaking her head.
“And I’ll be on top of a man…”
It was as if Takumi didn’t know what to do.
“By the rules of the human game, whoever is on top has to initiate the activity.”
Aoyama teaches Guimet’s approach to the event.
“Ah… Isn’t it slutty for me to move like this?”
Takumi said this, still following Aoyama’s teachings to begin the activity.
“Oops… can’t stop moving.”
Guimet is a fast learner.
Shortly afterward, Aoyama asks Takumi to change positions and thrust in from behind.
“A human being and a dog in the same position… My husband will be scared out of his wits if he finds out…” Takumi said while wiggling her buttocks.
By the third round of this night, Takumi had reached orgasm in a normal position.
Aoyama was ready to go until the third round, but Takumi, who had tasted orgasm for the first time, refused.
Aoyama completed Round 5 by dawn, which allowed him to sleep.
When she woke up, Takumi sucked off the last remaining cum from Aoyama with a blowjob, before putting on her clothes with a pleased expression and getting ready to go back.
Aoyama slept until it was almost time to go to work, staggering around barely in time for work.
Feeling like you don’t want to smell like a woman for a while is probably a hangover from women.
When it came time for the next week’s knitting class, Takumi came to class as if nothing had happened.
Holding a small box wrapped in department store wrapping paper.
“Often under your care, this is for you.”
Takumi handed the carton to Aoyama and said, “Inside is a dozen of Yakult Original.”
Takumi let out an elegant laugh.
Almost not dropping the carton on the floor, Aoyama hurriedly cradled it in his hands.
Chapter 4 Rape XXX
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Chapter 5: A Desperate Plea
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Chapter 6: A Little Prop of Love
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Knitting machines sometimes break down, unless it’s a fairly serious malfunction, and Castle Peak will get it fixed quickly.
Usually fixed in the classroom, in front of the young women.
When the immobilized machine was functional again, the young women hugged Aoyama with words of praise or cast respectful glances.
Almost none of the young women were good at machine repair.
So when Aoyama fixes a machine they thought didn’t work, they think of Aoyama as a god who can perform miracles.
On this day, Aoyama quickly repaired the malfunctioning machine used by Hirai Risa.
In fact, it was Risa Hirai who accidentally caught the wool on the needle, which technically isn’t a malfunction.
Hirai Risa was a twenty-eight year old woman, moderately built, not too fat, not too thin, with a particularly sexy smile.
“Sensei, so good with machines.”
When the knitting machine was active again, Risa looked at Aoyama with admiration.
“This is nothing.”
Aoyama noticed the young woman’s eyes sending out demonic signals.
“Sensei, you can fix problems with ordinary machines, right?”
Risa asked, looking at Aoyama.
“Probably.”
Aoyama’s eyes didn’t leave Risa either, as he accepted Risa’s demonic signals.
“I’d like to ask the teacher to look at a machine, can we have a look at it after class here?”
Risa rotated her body so that her breasts were facing Aoyama.
That’s a pretty bold tease.
“This kind of thing is easy.”
Aoyama nodded before giving Risa’s hand a quick shake to show that he was open to teasing.
There were five other students in the classroom, all young women of course, two of whom had been in a physical relationship with Aoyama.
Both men recognize that Aoyama is accepting Risa’s seduction, and while acting unaware of the situation, they attack.
One of them was pretending to ask Aoyama for advice by twisting hard on Aoyama’s thighs, while the other kicked Aoyama’s calves with his feet.
Aoyama clenched his teeth to keep from screaming.
When the young women send out that Aoyama has dating behavior with other young women, they are bound to be jealous and attack Aoyama like this.
But won’t ask to go with her tonight because of it.
Because the husband waited at home.
These young women are actively seducing Castle Hill, and it must be while their husbands are away.
They would never force it because it’s still family first.
The young women show jealousy, but they also see Aoyama as an object to play with and won’t take it seriously.
For Aoyama, I hope so too.
After class, the young women left, leaving only Risa and Aoyama, locking the doors and windows and walking out together.
“Please get in the car.”
Aoyama opened the door to the aide’s chair.
“Thanks.”
Risa sat in the assistant’s chair without asking anything.
“Where’s the baby?”
Aoyama asked Risa after the drive.
“Not yet.”
“How long have you been married?”
“Five years.”
“Is it on birth control?”
“No. Probably defective in one way so as not to be able to have children, maybe there won’t be any.”
“Is your husband coming home late tonight?”
“He’s abroad, he’s going to be in New York for three years, and now he’s in his second year, so he must put up with it for another year.”
Risa replied as she looked ahead.
Green out drove towards the hotel without hesitation, and within five minutes he saw the sign for the hotel.
It was when she turned the steering wheel in the direction of the sign that Risa let out a soft yelp.
Aoyama pulled into the hotel’s parking lot, and Risa sat lost in the assistant’s seat, not getting down.
Probably because she was suddenly taken into the hotel by Aoyama, Risa didn’t know how to cope.
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Aoyama carried Risa off the aide’s chair, propped her up hard, and walked into the hotel.
Select the room and press the button, get the key and go up to the room on the second floor.
“To come to a place like this with a man other than your husband…”
Before entering the room, Risa murmured.
Upon entering the room, Risa ambled over to the wall by the door with her hands, barely able to support her body.
Aoyama locked the door, wrapped his arm around Risa’s waist, and brought it to the bed.
The bed was round and three walls and the ceiling were mirrored.
As Aoyama placed Risa on the bed, Risa lay on her back with slow movements like she was drunk.
Risa’s skirt lifted up, revealing her wonderfully curved thighs.
Aoyama began to undress.
I wanted to take a shower first, but thinking of a young woman who hadn’t been in contact with her husband for two years, a man’s body odor should cause strong stimulation, and immediately pressed herself against Risa’s body.
“I didn’t mean that…”
Without waiting for Risa to finish, Aoyama’s mouth had already sealed the other’s red lips.
Risa stopped breathing and clenched her teeth. When she was about to suffocate, she had to open her mouth, and Aoyama’s tongue took advantage of the opportunity to invade.
Aoyama kissed on one side and slipped his hand inside his skirt, from the waist of his pantyhose right into his boxers.
A state of flooding forms underneath the pubic hair.
“This state is not like a skillful married woman.”
Aoyama’s fingers moved in the wet.
“That’s… that’s…”
Risa dazzled and sobbed.
“I know your pain and will get you comfortable in no time.”
As if to soothe the loneliness of solitary sleep on a regular basis, the buds of flesh had pushed up and protruded.
Irisa’s body pulsed with it as Fleshbud stroked or pressed it with his fingers.
“Don’t… I can’t betray my husband.”
Risa’s voice was hoarse, as if she were speaking to herself.
“I am sorry for my husband. I have no face to see him…”
“Your husband won’t sleep with a woman after three years in America?”
Aoyama whispered in Risa’s ear.
Risa’s body trembled for a moment, then gazed warily at Aoyama.
“Are you saying my husband is having an affair on that side?”
Risa asked in a disbelieving tone.
“Unless impotent or homosexual, I don’t know if it’s a specific woman, but definitely looking for a woman to fulfill their physical needs or they’ll go crazy.”
“My husband is not impotent or homosexual, and when he called back from America three days ago, he didn’t look crazy at all.”
“Must have slept with the blonde, then.”
“How can…”
Aoyama felt the gradual loss of power from Risa’s body.
“So you don’t have to endure the pain like this either.”
Aoyama lifted her body, pulled her skirt higher, and began to remove her pantyhose and boxers.
Risa looks at the ceiling with a blank expression, but still raises her ass to assist Aoyama’s movements.
Revealing pubic hair that only her husband had ever seen.
Risa’s pubic hair was reminiscent of an unkempt yard, as if it was a jumble of shapes that could not be seen.
It could only be described as irregularly rounded, but from it emanated an odor that was not neutralized with male semen.
The thighs are well-proportioned and they are white and smooth.
As if drawn to that odor, Aoyama pressed his face into the pubic hair.
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Aoyama put Risa’s knees up.
If you want a woman’s legs to spread apart and take a large font, it is better to put your knees up and then push them apart.
Risa didn’t resist as Aoyama pushed her knees out to the sides.
A slit appeared under the pubic hair and opened slightly as if reluctantly, like a woman’s fatter lips.
Risa’s lips glistened with honey.
A small pink bud of flesh was seen peeking out from the foreskin just above the point where the lips meet.
There was a contraction of the inner slit before Aoyama began to caress it.
When the slit contracts, the entire length becomes less than half, and the little buds of flesh look at the slit as if bowing.
A slit that can move like that brings to mind a rare and famous weapon.
And the fleshy hole that hadn’t seen her husband for two years had long since forgotten men and should have become as narrow as a virgin.
It occurred to Aoyama that if he suddenly inserted himself into a fleshy hole that he hadn’t used for two years, he would likely injure the walls.
The first thought was that it was better to use your fingers to ventilate your meat hole.
Aoyama used the middle and index fingers of his right hand to dip a large amount of nectar, then he used both fingers together, with the belly of the fingers upward, to insert them into the fleshy hole.
The moment it enters the fleshy hole, it suffers a powerful forceful encirclement.
The sensation in my fingers was almost paralyzing.
“Ah…”
A humming sound came from Risa’s mouth.
It wasn’t that Risa was muscling in hard.
The body with legs spread apart was spread out there without any force at all.
Just a slight quiver in the soft part of the inner thighs.
Aoyama wondered if he would break his penis if he clamped it so hard, seeing how strong the clamp was.
If it were normal, Aoyama would spread his legs and rub them against the walls of the hole.
But today it was impossible to even think about separating the two fingers because the wrap was so strong.
Aoyama fights the power of the wrap for a while, but gives up his attempt to separate his fingers and pulls out.
Then carefully insert the meat stick.
The meat stick entered the flesh hole smoothly, and there was a definite rhythmic contraction and strangulation inside.
The bottom of the hole was absorbing the glans, and the hole clamped down on the root of the rod.
Because the pack is so powerful, it’s not easy for Aoyama to take action.
Still, Aoyama began his thrusting motion.
You can’t do long torso activities, only small progress.
“Oh…”
As Aoyama exits, Risa lifts her butt to catch up while making a low noise.
Sensitive to penetration as opposed to withdrawal.
Risa raised her back or twisted her body, making meaningless noises from her mouth.
Risa’s reaction was stronger.
Aoyama reacts to a woman in this way, generating excitement. The time to ejaculate is advanced by hearing exaggerated waves or physically expressing pleasure.
Risa’s strong reaction made Aoyama want to explode several times.
However, before the explosion, as if realizing this situation, the mouth of the flesh hole would tighten the root with a strong force, causing Aoyama’s desire to ejaculate to be blocked, and therefore it would last longer than usual.
The duration of maintenance is limited after all.
When Risa’s belly dented, giving Aoyama’s rod several twitching sensations, Aoyama was too late to ask for permission to explode.
“Ah… not yet…”
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Risa says she has never had sex with a man other than her husband. Once she had sex, she was bold enough to ask for it to continue.
This time it was a completely naked cuddle after a shower.
Shortly afterward, Aoyama’s body regained its spirit. Risa’s hole refused the entry of the not-yet-recovered meat stick.
Unless the rod can recover enough to break through the hole, it will be difficult to bond.
Aoyama has already ejaculated, so there is no harm in ending it there. However, Risa had not yet reached orgasm and expressed her desire to continue intercourse until she ejaculated.
Aoyama had to buy time and wait for his meat stick to regain its hardness.
“You said you wanted me to fix the machine, but you actually wanted to give me out, right?”
“Half of it is that, and half of it is the truth. I’d say it’s a malfunction, but I’d rather ask you to take a look at the state of that thing’s activity, but I’m still embarrassed.”
Risa twisted her body, her face pressed against Aoyama’s chest.
“Are you embarrassed?”
Aoyama didn’t know what she was referring to.
“Well, I’ve already had sex with you, and you’ve seen me in the most embarrassing places…”
Risa got out of bed and reached for her purse, removing something wrapped in a white cloth from it.
“That’s it.”
Risa covered her face with her hands after handing it over to Aoyama.
Unwrap the white cloth and see the motorized dildo.
Flip the switch and the front half starts to turn.
The whole thing is doing contractions.
It will touch the protrusion of the pubic nucleus and is making a vibrating motion.
The switch is divided into three segments: strong, medium and weak. In the weak section, both the rotary and telescopic motions stop, leaving only the vibratory motion of the protrusion.
The switch acted smoothly and without malfunction.
“It was suggested to me by a divorced friend a year after my husband left for New York, better than having an affair, I guess.”
It was as if Risa was looking for appropriate reasons for herself.
“Use this stuff often?”
“Occasionally.”
“This thing isn’t broken.”
Aoyama switched the switch a few times and saw that it acted normally before jumping to conclusions. If it’s a real fault, it’s not something Aoyama can fix.
“But it will not move, it wasn’t like that in the first place.”
“Is the battery dead.”
“I thought the same thing, and a new battery didn’t help.”
“It’s functioning normally now.”
“It moves when you hold it in your hand like this.”
“When will it not move?”
“The time to use it.”
“Is it being used?”
“Yeah, can I try it on for me?”
Risa took the condom out of her purse and slipped it over the dildo.
Slowly spread your legs and assume the position to meet the dildo.
Aoyama inserted the dildo into Risa’s fleshy hole and immediately felt a strong force excluding the dildo.
Aoyama thrust in hard, watching the protrusion touch the nub, and moved the switch to the weak position.
“Ah…”
Sensitive parts were vibrated, and Risa’s body throbbed.
Aoyama switched the switch to the center position.
The dildo, which had begun to wriggle in its fleshy hole, quickly stopped moving.
Aoyama felt strange and switched back to Strong’s position.
The dildo made a low vibrating sound and began to make rotating and stretching movements.
“Yes…”
Risa’s ass wiggled, but in less than ten minutes, the dildo wasn’t moving again.
“Don’t move…”
Risa couldn’t wait.
“Strange?”
Aoyama pulled out the dildo.
The dildo left the hole and immediately resumed its rotating and stretching motion.
Aoyama inserted again.
Soon stopped moving again.
“I see.”
“What about a malfunction there?”
“It’s not a malfunction, because you clamped it with so much force that the machinery couldn’t move.”
“How…” said Risa, her face reddening, “Didn’t you move at the beginning?”
“You’re the one who continued to clamp harder and harder, with more and more force, so the machinery couldn’t move.”
“Is it the training?”
“Probably.”
“What about me?”
“What about?”
“When my husband comes back from America a year later, he will suspect me of having an affair because the power there has become stronger.”
“Maybe it will.”
“What do you think I should do?”
Risa asks Aoyama for help.
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Risa’s sex organ increased in strength during her husband’s work trip to the U.S. because of the use of a dildo, but Aoyama was not responsible.
All Aoyama could do was bring Risa’s lustful body to orgasm.
Aoyama began pumping the dildo in and out of his meaty hole.
It stops moving when it enters deeply and resumes movement when it pulls out of the hole.
Aoyama ignored the resisting force of his flesh hole, and Pearsha squealed as he reluctantly pumped in and out.
“My place is going to break…”
Risa’s whole body spasmed.
Aoyama defiantly grabbed the dildo and pumped it.
Suddenly the resistance in the flesh hole disappeared.
The dildo fell out of the hole with a plop because of the forceful thrusting.
Aoyama thought that now was the perfect opportunity to penetrate his rod.
Still with the dildo down, Aoyama took hold of his own rod and thrust it into the woman’s fleshy hole.
“Uh…”
Risa tilted her back.
The strangling force turned to writhing in the strangling flesh hole.
The rhythm of the writhing became gradually more ancient and less forceful.
This is when Risa reaches orgasm.
By the time Risa’s backside fell back onto the bed, the powerful wrapping force of the previous moment had completely disappeared, and this time it was Aoyama who didn’t have a chance to cum.
“I’ve had enough, and you’ve cum once, so that’s the end of it.”
Risa said with a sharp intake of breath.
“It can’t be.”
Aoyama shook his head.
“Instantly refreshed and penetrated, it would be very uncomfortable not to ejaculate.”
“Then you’ll cum on your own.”
Risa spread her body out on the bed.
Sex with a woman like that is just boring, and getting assistance from a woman is where the real thrill comes.
“Come from behind.”
Aoyama asks Risa for a back pose.
“I can’t, I can’t move.”
Risa shook her head weakly.
“So, will you come up here?”
“Please, just do it.”
Aoyama had no choice but to speed up his thrusting motion and finally ejaculated his second cum.
When Aoyama got down from the woman’s body, Risa sighed deeply and said, “My first affair, I didn’t realize it was still hard.”
“Hard?”
“Because I can’t match your rhythm.”
Risa’s comment was like a hint that she and her husband were working well together.
“That kind of thing takes getting used to.”
Aoyama was about to suck on Risa’s nipples, but gave up and got off the bed.
If Risa had a need, she’d still have to fight with the dildo.
It might be wise to just get out of there a little faster.
Get out of bed and find the dildo vibrating on the floor with a low sound.
Aoyama couldn’t help but laugh bitterly and cut off the switch on the dildo.
Chapter 7 The Happy Chorus
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Toko Onoue, who was introduced to the knitting class by Yuko Nishizawa, is not an enthusiastic student.
When Aoyama teaches Toko to operate the machine, he realizes that she doesn’t want to learn seriously at all.
Toko was about thirty years old, and the legs that showed through her skirt could be considered first class.
“After class… something to discuss… I don’t know…”
Toko looked as if he had tossed the knitting aside and wasn’t taking it seriously at all.
Aoyama is a teacher in the knitting classroom and is actually a salesman for knitting machines.
The important job of a salesman is to sell machines, but housewives whining, or being the subject of housewife negotiations, is also a way to increase performance.
“Then stay after class.”
Aoyama promised.
After class, Dezi was the only one left in the classroom.
“What is there to discuss with me?”
Aoyama sat down face to face with Toko, realizing at this point that she had big eyes and was quite a good looking woman.
“Yoko told me everything.”
Toko said with a mysterious smile.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s no good pretending you don’t know, Yoko has confessed all.”
“But, if you say that I also…”
It’s true that there was an affair with Yuko Nishizawa, but it’s no longer in the present progressive mode and there hasn’t been any contact in months.
“Yoko was proud to tell me about the affair with you.”
“Yes?”
“Admit it?”
“Even if Yuko says so, let’s say it’s like that.”
“You still won’t admit it?”
“My proposition is not to talk about women.”
“Does that mean you’re keeping your mouth shut Lo?”
“You’ll get in trouble for telling.”
“I’m very fond of such people.”
Toko’s expression was completely different from when she was knitting, and seemed especially vivid.
“What exactly is it that you wanted to discuss with me?”
If he wants to spy on Yuko’s relationship, Aoyama is prepared to make an excuse that he must return to the office and escape immediately.
“Let me get this straight, how about playing with me?”
Dezi said without hesitation.
“Are you trying to moonlight?”
Aoyama asked carefully.
If it was buying sex, Aoyama had to ask her to leave.
“No, I don’t want money, I just want an affair. You’d be confused too if some young woman in her thirties said she was in love with you.”
“I don’t like having complicated relationships.”
“Me too.”
“Why do you want to have an affair?”
“That’s none of your business, is it, you just have to say yes and no.”
Toko stood up, one foot on the chair, and slowly lifted her skirt.
Gradually beautiful legs appear.
“Well?”
Toko gave Aoyama a teasing look.
Aoyama thought: This woman is probably a slut.
It’s easy to devolve into a scandal with a woman like that, but Toko’s thighs are so beautiful that you’d rather have a scandal.
“Well, I’ll be the object of your affair.”
Aoyama nodded his head on one side and reached for Toko’s thigh.
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“Ah… this is the hotel!”
Driving straight from the fiber braiding classroom to the hotel and entering the room, Tokiko exclaimed happily.
As if it’s rare to look at a bathroom with glass cubicles, or to look at the mirrors all around and run around the room.
Aoyama looked at the mirror as if he had nothing better to do.
If in normal times, they would enter the room and take each other in their arms and kiss to add to the atmosphere.
Aoyama went to the bathroom first, turned on the faucet, and walked out after running water in the tub.
“Me first? You first? Or do we wash together?”
Aoyama asked Deko.
“Not together, you first.”
Tokiko said in a delicate tone.
Aoyama quickly undressed, and Tokiko remained standing, staring blankly at Aoyama’s crotch thing.
In this state, Aoyama’s meat stick will not change.
Aoyama walked into the bathroom and after washing his body haphazardly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom.
“Wherever you see it, there’s no place to take off your clothes.”
It was Toko’s turn to take a bath, looking nervous.
“Just take it off in front of me, you’re already the bad woman who decided to betray her husband, be bad enough.”
“You make it sound so serious.”
Tokiko glared at Aoyama and immediately began to undress.
Toko finished her shower, put on her boxers and walked out with a towel around her breasts.
Aoyama greeted him and took Toko in his arms for a kiss.
Dezi also responded positively.
Aoyama kissed one side and removed the towel from Toko’s body.
Taking the breasts in my hands, they weren’t too big or too small, and they were flexible.
“You have a great body.”
Aoyama lays Toko down on the bed and utters words of praise.
“You lie.”
Toko glared at Aoyama.
When lying on your back, your breasts remain beautifully shaped.
“You have a really great body.”
Aoyama gently stroked the woman’s body, the skin as if it had suction.
“So why does my husband often have affairs?”
“Is it true that there are often affairs?”
“Eh, at least once a week.”
“How do you know?”
“A low amount of ejaculation in a condom, or not hard enough, will be felt by the wife who is the wife.”
“Your husband didn’t refuse when he asked, did he.”
“Not once has it been refused.”
“It is often heard that the first sexual intercourse of marriage is painful, and thereafter, she rejects sexual intercourse and does not accept the request of her loving husband, which results in an affair with him.”
“Our first time, I wasn’t in pain ah.”
“Was it sex before marriage?”
“No, he didn’t ask me for it.”
“So, your first time was with another man Ro?”
“Yes, my virginity was given to my first love. When my husband found out about this situation after marriage, he seemed so disappointed.”
“Right! That’s why your husband is having an affair.”
“That’s not fair. I’ve only had three affairs with one man, and my husband has had dozens of times more affairs than I have, and he’s not a virgin, so I’m going to get my revenge on him in the same way that I’ve had an affair, and I’m going to make sure that he knows what it’s like to feel the pain that his wife feels when she has an affair.”
“Are you going to confess to him?”
Aoyama has a little concern.
“Don’t worry, I won’t give your name out.”
Toko removed the towel from Aoyama’s waist and gripped her erect rod.
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Aoyama removes Toko’s boxers.
Aoyama pressed his mouth against the inverted triangle of pubic hair like he was drawn to do it.
Aoyama spread her slender legs apart, exposing her slit from under her pubic hair.
For the young woman, the number of times it has been used seems to be small.
From the labia overflowed nectar, and the mucous membrane was light pink in color.
Women who regularly have intense intercourse with their husbands will have congested mucous membranes that are close to red.
From the color of the mucous membrane, it was clear that Toko and her husband had not had much intercourse.
Sticking his tongue out to lick the mucous membrane, Aoyama breathed a sigh of relief that there was no manly taste.
One of the most annoying things about having sex with a young woman is smelling from the woman’s body what her husband left behind the night before.
Aoyama began to move his tongue.
A lewd sound like a cat drinking from its slit.
Toko clamped his legs around Aoyama’s head.
Soft thighs pressed against his ears, making Aoyama completely inaudible.
In a silent world, use the lips on the inside of the core or the fleshy bud.
Dezi’s thighs began to tremble.
Thus a gap occurs in the thighs of the head that wraps around Aoyama’s head, restoring the world of sound.
Dezi was talking.
Aoyama looked up slightly at Toko, surprised.
Toko is picking up the phone on the nightstand.
“Really, I’m really in a hotel with a guy right now.”
Tokiko said into the phone, “That guy? He’s licking me right now, and he’s making the chirping sound of a kitten drinking milk, so I’ll let you hear it, okay?”
Toko finished, sending the phone to the part Aoyama was licking.
Probably talking to a good friend on the phone, Aoyama thought, in which case a louder voice would be more fun.
So Aoyama purposely made a loud noise to lick the slit.
“Huh? Yes…”
Dezi raised his voice and shouted.
“Keep it live for you.”
Toko said to the phone while waving to Aoyama.
Take the greeting pose.
Aoyama knelt between Toko’s legs.
“Ah! He is now rubbing his majestic thing against my slit, and nectar is flowing from my hole…”
Toko does a live report.
“Ah! It feels so good…”
Also add sensation in the real thing.
“Ah! Not there! Not in the anus…”
Dezi had to command Aoyama as well, so he was really busy enough.
“Ah… the head is in…”
Tokiko closed her eyes and focused on that area with all her might.
“Ah… it’s coming in… it’s squeezing into me…”
Tokiko’s thighs trembled even more as she met Aoyama’s rod.
“Ah… paralyzed…”
Dezi made a grunting sound.
“ah… into the root… ah… it’s starting to move…”
Dezi finished taking deep breaths.
“Really, his thick thing came in… Husband…”
Aoyama was shocked to hear that.
“Could it be that you are calling Mr.?”
Aoyama asked in a whisper in Toko’s unheeded ear.
“Yes… I’m calling my husband… I’m doing a live broadcast now, and I’m doing a retaliation…”
Toko said as he pressed his hand against the mouth of the feeder.
The core of the flower clenched the rod even tighter.
“Really…”
Aoyama felt like his rod was about to shrivel up.
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Tokiko moved the phone slightly away from her ear and made a listening motion to Aoyama.
Aoyama then put his ear close to the phone in a situation of bonding with Toko.
“Deok Zi… stop fooling around… come back… please.”
From the phone came the man’s pleading voice.
“Go back when the business that needs to be done is over, my body has a lot of other men’s cum in it.”
“Please, come back right now…”
“No, I want to have fun too.”
Tokiko coldly rejected her husband’s pleas.
“Ah… good…”
Dezi threw the phone towards the pillow and lifted her ass high.
“Deok-ja…”
Husband called on the phone.
Toki didn’t answer.
“Deok-ja, it’s my fault… I won’t have an affair anymore… I found out that you weren’t a virgin when we got married, and I had an affair out of anger… but I won’t anymore. Please, come back right now…”
The husband kept pleading on the phone.
Toko didn’t listen to her husband’s explanation.
“I’m… I’m going to leak…”
Reverse your back and your head off the pillow.
“Deok-ja…”
The phone is calling.
“Ah…”
Toko’s nails sank into Aoyama’s back as the fleshy hole began to contract rhythmically.
“Cum out… lots of it!”
Toko’s whole body spasmed.
“I’m going to cum too…”
Aoyama shouted to the phone.
Toko’s husband probably freaked out because he suddenly heard a man’s voice.
The phone turned silent and there was no more sound.
“It’s hot…”
Toko murmured as Aoyama began to spray.
“Give me… much, much more!”
When Aoyama finished spraying, Tokiko lowered her raised back onto the bed and took deep breaths.
The force of the original rhythmic strangulation also weakened, and soon Toko’s body went slack.
Toko asks for a kiss, making chirping noises and sucking.
“Deok-ja…”
Over the phone, I heard Toko’s husband’s emotionally suppressed call.
“You might as well answer it!”
Aoyama picked up the phone and handed it to Toko.
Aoyama generates sympathy for the same sex.
“Husband… what is it…”
Dezi said lazily.
“Come back…”
“You don’t need to go back if you want a divorce.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I haven’t even thought about divorce. Dezi, I love you.”
“I slept with another man and shot this man’s cum deep inside me.”
“That’s not a problem. I shouldn’t have been stuck on the fact that you’re not a virgin, now I realize how much I love you.”
“You’re going to beat me to death, aren’t you!”
“On the contrary, I will love you more.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Then bring back the man who is with you now, and let him hear in the next room how much I love you, and in case I hit you, let that man testify.”
Tokiko’s husband said in a calm tone.
“Well, I’m going back with this man now.”
“You tell me one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Do you love that man?”
“You’re so stupid, I don’t even love him, I just asked him to be the subject of an affair to get back at you.”
Toko hung up the phone after saying cheerfully, and then asked Aoyama, “You’ll come along, won’t you?”
“As if I couldn’t say no.”
Aoyama replied.
“Want to fuck again?”
“If I said I wanted to, would you let me do it?”
“Yeah, the earlier one was revenge, this one is a thank you.”
“I don’t want a thank you.”
Aoyama got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
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Toko, who lives on the fifth floor of the neighborhood, takes the key and opens the door. Hearing the door, Toko’s husband comes to the entrance hall.
It was a man in his thirties with a solid build. Aoyama thought to himself that if he fought, he would have no chance of winning.
“Please.”
Toko’s husband’s expression was raw.
“Please come in.”
Toko also destroys the urge.
Aoyama was determined to take off his shoes.
Entering the room, he saw the table stocked with beer and canned fish.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but you can use it slowly alone.”
Toko’s husband immediately pulled Toko into the next room when he saw Aoyama sitting down.
Aoyama pricked up his ears, ready to rush in when he heard the sound of arguing or slapping. Aoyama thought: It’s not unlikely that Toko’s husband was too impulsive and strangled Toko to death.
No movement was heard.
The scene of Deko being strangled appeared in Aoyama’s mind.
Not bothering to drink, Aoyama walked over to the paper door of the next room and focused all his attention on his ears.
Soon, a low gasp was heard.
Aoyama started to get nervous.
It must have been Dezi’s neck that was strangled so tightly that he was about to suffocate.
Just at the moment of trying to open the paper door, Toko’s voice was heard.
“It’s so comfortable…”
At the same time, sounds like kittens licking milk were heard.
It could be Toko’s husband licking the body of Toko who had ejaculated into Aoyama’s cum not long ago.
This kind of thing can’t be done without love.
“Hubby, you’re so nice… can you forgive me?”
“Wouldn’t forgive you, how could you do such a thing.”
Toko’s husband said.
Aoyama knew it wasn’t the right time for him to go in there.
The scene of Toko and her husband naked and entwined appeared in her mind, and Aoyama’s rod was erect again even though she had just ejaculated.
It’s absolutely impossible to use Tokiko’s body now.
“Ah… Hubby… great…”
Toko’s voice raised in volume.
“Ah… come on…”
“Didn’t you leak not too long ago?”
“I want… your…”
At this point Toko was probably lying naked on her back, wiggling her ass to her husband’s demands.
“Ah… your stuff is great…”
Hear a sound like a rat squeaking.
It could be Toko kissing the hard meat stick.
At that moment, Aoyama subconsciously pulled out his rod from his pants and rubbed it with his hand.
“Ah… good…”
Hear the sound of a man’s rod moving in and out of the flower center.
Aoyama had the desire to cum again.
Looking around, there was no toilet paper box in sight.
“Ah… honey… it’s good there…”
Hearing Dezi’s voice in distress.
Aoyama defiantly grabbed the glass on the dining room table and started to squirt with his glans right on the glass.
“Ah… darling… faster…”
Dezi’s voice turned into a shout.
Aoyama finished radiating at Toko’s shout.
Setting the glass of white liquid on the dining table, he hurried toward the foyer.
Chapter 8: Seductive Busty Ass
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Makiko Kaga stood by the bus stop sign.
The bus stop is at an intersection, so when there’s a red light, Aoyama’s car stops right in front of the bus stop.
Aoyama was ready to go to the knitting classroom in his company car.
Makiko was a student in the knitting classroom, with a slender figure of at least one hundred and seventy centimeters.
Aoyama’s height of one hundred and seventy-two centimeters would still create a sense of oppression when standing with Makiko.
Makiko gave a shy expression when she noticed Aoyama and nodded slightly before speaking to the middle-aged man beside her.
The middle-aged man was a head shorter than Makiko, and to speak in the man’s ear, Makiko had to bend over.
The middle-aged man nodded his head lightly via hearing Zenjiko’s words before chilling out to Aoyama.
Aoyama nodded in return.
I thought it must be Makiko’s husband.
The lights turned green and Aoyama nodded to Mr. and Mrs. Makiko before driving.
On this day, Makiko came to the knitting classroom just after three in the afternoon.
Previously, there were morning and afternoon classes, but now there are three classes at 10:00, 1:00, and 3:00, with classes lasting an hour and a half.
Makiko is a student who belongs to the 3:00 pm class.
Age thirty-one or twenty.
“Dropped my husband off at the airport because he went abroad on business. If I come back too late, I might have to miss class today, and I didn’t think I’d make it back in time.”
Makiko gave her reason for being late.
“Is that your husband in the morning?”
Aoyama asked this as he walked among the students, instructing homework, and came to Maki-chan’s side.
“Yes, my husband is short, it’s annoying.”
Makiko said with a red face.
“Because I was very tall, I decided that a husband would have to be taller than me, and I didn’t realize that I was marrying a husband who was ten years older and fifteen centimeters shorter than me.”
“But not shadowed towards married life, right, you guys seem to be in love.”
Eiko Nakai, sitting next door, said in a mocking tone.
“Sloppy.” Makiko said with a smile.
The three o’clock class ended at 4:30, but Makiko said she wanted to make up for her tardiness.
Makiko didn’t finish the day’s lesson until 4:50.
“I’m really sorry for delaying the teacher for me alone. How about this, I’ll treat teacher to dinner.”
“No need to be so polite.”
“With my husband out of the country and no children, it’s boring to eat alone.”
Makiko said, “I don’t know how to cook, but let’s ask sensei to eat the food I made with my own hands.”
Makiko tucked her hair a bit and sent an autumnal wave to Aoyama.
Exudes a sensuality that softens a man’s heart.
Soon, Aoyama drove, with Makiko in the assistant’s seat, to Makiko’s house.
Makiko’s home is on the second floor of a single building in the neighborhood.
Part of the first floor is the garage, which is empty.
Makiko said that her husband was going to have his car serviced while he was on a business trip, and took it to the maintenance yard.
Walking into the foyer, to the right is the kitchen, to the left is the staircase up to the second floor, and inside is the six-seat Japanese room.
The electric pot in the kitchen has been simmering beef soup.
Makiko said she put it in the electric pot when she sent her husband out.
Makiko put the beef soup on the table and brought beer and wine in addition.
“Drink, you can take your time until you sober up.”
Makiko makes another hair gathering and winking gesture.
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“Just now Mrs. Nakai said that my husband and I have a beautiful life.”
Makiko drank half a glass of wine and looked at Aoyama with a bit of drunkenness.
“You mean sloppy la.”
One beer down, and Aoyama’s attitude was much more relaxed.
“It’s not totally fine, it’s because I put up with it that the couple is consummated.”
Aoyama wasn’t sure if he should ask in depth.
“Teacher, have you ever slept with a woman taller than yourself?”
Instead, Makiko continued to talk about the topic.
“Yes, in college with a woman on the basketball team who was five centimeters taller than me.”
Aoyama answered honestly.
“What were the feelings then?”
Makiko’s eyes bubbled with luster.
The scene appeared in Aoyama’s mind.
He was bonding with the girl named Kiyoko in a normal position.
But it was hard to kiss, and sticking her head out wouldn’t reach Kiyoko’s mouth.
When Kiyoko realized Aoyama’s intention, she bent her body and was able to kiss. However, during the kiss, her breasts were separated and Kiyoko was in a lot of pain.
When a man and a woman unite, the man’s rod enters from underneath the woman’s body, but the man’s rod grows in front of his body.
So to bond, the man’s body must be leaning down.
When a man’s body is taller than a woman’s, it’s easier to kiss when having sex in a normal position.
Women are not easy to kiss when they are taller, on the contrary, men are easy to kiss breasts.
At that time, Aoyama fucked in various positions by virtue of his youth.
When the woman is in the up position, Kiyoko bends her upper body slightly, so it’s still easy to kiss.
But tall women are unexpectedly heavy, and when the woman is on top, Kiyoko’s weight makes it difficult for Aoyama to consume.
Then there’s the back pose, which also doesn’t combine smoothly because of the different lengths of the legs.
Since the core of the flower was positioned higher than the rod, Aoyama had to adopt a bent-over position, but this position was both unstable and easily fatigued.
Aoyama let Kiyoko’s legs rise and spread wider, and the position of the flower core was lowered as a result.
While Aoyama is relaxed, Kiyoko says that this position is uncomfortable.
Eventually it was time to abandon the other positions and return to the normal position before sucking on a nipple and cumming on one side.
Aoyama, in a drunken stupor, told Makiko what had happened.
“Nice, behind the back pose is hard.”
Makiko nodded and said, “Before I married my husband, I dated a man who was 180 centimeters tall, twelve years older than me, and had a wife. With this man, both the normal position and behind the back position is very smooth, he likes behind the back position, so he made me into a woman who likes the back position. But the husband is so short that he can’t adopt the back position.”
Machiko moved her chair to Aoyama’s side and said, “Let’s use the back position with me…”
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Aoyama was in his second-floor bedroom when he regained consciousness.
Aoyama and Machiko are both naked.
“Can you betray your husband?”
Aoyama makes a final stab at it.
“It doesn’t matter, this business trip is abroad for three weeks, my husband doesn’t want to have sex with me these days, he must want to go abroad to enjoy it, maybe he is having fun with a foreign girl at this time!”
Makiko reached out to touch Aoyama’s rod.
Aoyama’s rod was in a state where it was ready to enter the woman’s meat hole.
“I have small breasts.”
Makiko seems to care about flat chests.
Women who are tall have mostly smaller breasts, it’s a matter of balance, the same breasts on a short woman become fuller breasts.
“There are standard sizes, and you don’t have to take it to heart even if it’s small.”
Aoyama stroked the breasts and said so after determining the size with his palms and fingers.
Oriental women rarely had long, slender legs, and they were Aoyama’s favorite.
The pubic hairs are inverted triangles.
Aoyama stroked the pubic hair to check the state of the pubic bone bulge, which did protrude upward.
Spread your slender legs.
Long slits of flesh appear underneath the pubic hair.
A pair of labia emerged from the side of the slit.
The odor of a woman’s flesh emanated from her slit.
The labia are more developed on the right side.
The color is slightly darker.
At the point where the labia meet at the upper end there is the nucleus of the pubis half exposed from the prepuce.
After fully observing the woman’s flesh, Aoyama and the tall young woman embraced in a kiss.
Makiko’s breathing became messy during the kiss.
Aoyama’s lips licked their way over to his neck, shoulders, armpits, breasts, and nipples in that order.
Lick or nibble carefully with the tip of the tongue at each vital area.
Makiko’s reaction was intense when she licked her armpits. The armpits were completely shaved and smelled slightly of sweat.
Aoyama kissed the nipple hard before moving his lips downward.
This time it was done in the order of lateral abdomen, belly squeeze, and lateral pelvis.
Makiko let out a squeal as she flicked her teeth on the outside of her pelvis, which turned out to be her erogenous zone.
After kissing over the pubic hair, Aoyama didn’t move straight down, but instead kissed down the leg all the way to the toes before nibbling lightly on the thumb.
Makiko tilted her head, her whole body trembling.
“I can’t believe a place like that could be sexy.”
Makiko’s breath caught.
By the time Aoyama’s lips returned upward to the slit, a great deal of nectar had spilled out.
Stimulate the clitoris with your tongue.
“Ah…”
Makiko exclaimed, her body jumping with her.
“Ah… good…”
Makiko wraps her legs around Aoyama’s head.
Aoyama spread Makiko’s legs apart and licked the slit while simultaneously inserting his middle and index fingers into the fleshy hole.
The fleshy hole was deep, rubbing her fingertips against the fleshy walls.
“Ah… give me the real thing…”
Makiko lies prone, lifts her butt and takes a back position.
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Aoyama thrusts in from the back position.
The height was just right and the meat stick entered smoothly.
The flesh hole was hot and slippery.
Aoyama began to thrust with drastic motions.
“Ah… that’s what it feels like…”
Makiko twisted her body and yelled.
“That’s what I want.”
Makiko tilted her back and shook her head.
The flesh hole made a plopping sound as the meat stick went deeper.
“Your body purrs with delight.”
“Ah… don’t say that… it’s embarrassing…”
Makiko’s thighs began to tremble as her hands gripped the sheets.
“I’m… I’m going to leak…”
It’s been less than three minutes since I started thrusting.
Makiko’s fleshy hole began to contract.
Makiko leaned back and pressed her right hand to her stomach.
Aoyama formed a press up against his ass, the cool sensation reaching Aoyama’s abdomen.
Aoyama felt he could fight for at least another minute or twenty.
“Here, stand your knees up and lift your ass.”
“I’m exhausted…”
Instead of supporting her upper body with her arms, Makiko supported her body with her arms or both knees.
Aoyama held onto Makiko’s ass and thrust his rod in with great speed.
Aoyama’s stomach met Makiko’s ass and made a crisp sound.
“I can’t…”
This time it wasn’t even two minutes before Makiko’s whole body shuddered and she slumped back onto the bed.
Aoyama was still able to hold back his ejaculation.
“Again!”
Aoyama slaps Makiko’s ass and puts her in a back pose.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Makiko’s voice dazzled with sobs.
Aoyama didn’t give her a break and continued to thrust with his back.
“I’m going to kill you! Kill you…”
Aoyama yelled on one side and pumped his meat stick on the other.
“Dying… dying…”
Makiko repeated it like a dream.
A strong force suddenly appeared in the flesh hole to clamp down on the rod, while Makiko screamed.
“Dead!”
Makiko’s body shook for a while before the power disappeared.
Makiko’s body was paralyzed on the bed.
From Makiko’s back, she could tell that she was satisfied to be able to have sex in the position she wished for.
But ending it like this was too much for Aoyama to bear.
Aoyama grabbed Makiko’s feet and pulled them off the bed so that they landed on their toes.
Makiko’s upper body was still on the bed.
Aoyama stuck it in from behind.
In this state, Makiko doesn’t need to support her body with her arms or knees, which makes it much easier.
“Can’t get it like that.”
Makiko said in a weak voice.
Her mouth said no, but her flesh hole kept squirming as if to capture the rod.
It was an indication that Maki-chan was having a quickie again.
“I can’t do this anymore, I’ll become habitual…”
“Then stop.”
Aoyama deliberately pulled out his meat stick.
“ah… can’t ah… can’t stop…”
Makiko twisted her body in pain.
“I thought you said you couldn’t get it like that.”
“But you’ve already started to get it, so this time it’s going to be complete as well.”
“You are such a horny woman.”
Aoyama plunged in from the back again.
“Ah… I’d be ashamed to say that…”
Makiko said so, and in her hands and feet exerted force to raise her body from the bed.
This is Makiko seriously wanting it again.
The roots of the thighs that made all the effort began to tremble.
Aoyama tells Makiko to let it all out together this time.
Makiko nodded.
Aoyama accelerated his thrusting motion.
As Makiko’s meat hole contracted and reached orgasm, Aoyama also began to squirt in the deepest part of her meat hole.
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“I want to use the back position with my short husband, please tell me the good way or I’ll pester you about it.”
When her spirit returned to the point where she could speak, Makiko stroked Aoyama’s body while pushing her pubic hair against it.
For Aoyama, there was a real fear of Makiko coming to haunt him.
“Just put a pillow between your knees and have you sit and kneel on that pillow first, right?”
Aoyama took it at face value.
“With a regular pillow it’s too soft, my husband’s knees sink in, he should have a firm pillow made for back posture.”
“To prevent your husband’s knees from wearing out, make a cute pillowcase on a knitting machine and let your husband know that when he pulls out this pillow, it’s time for the back position.”
“Fair enough.”
Makiko pressed her face against Aoyama’s body and said softly, “Next week, after the knitting class is over, I hope you’ll come here as well.”
Makiko held the softening penis and urged, “Or are you not satisfied with my body?”
“I can come, but not afraid of the neighbors’ eyes?”
“Don’t worry about that kind of thing, I don’t care.”
“That would be okay.”
“Coming?”
“Come.”
Aoyama was forced to agree to a rendezvous the following week.
The next week, Makiko also asked for back poses, but then asked Aoyama to come the following week as well.
Aoyama agreed.
In three weeks, Makiko’s husband would be back from a business trip abroad, and by that time, it would be impossible for Makiko to ask Aoyama to come to the house.
On his third visit to Makiko’s house, Aoyama sees small pillows for back poses.
Aoyama thought of how surprised Makiko must have been on the night her husband returned home, with Makiko in a behind-the-back pose with small pillows between her legs.
After getting into bed, Makiko says on one side that this might be the last time, and takes the initiative to take the back position.
“I’m going to fuck tonight until it makes me pass out, and I’m going to have it as a great memory for the rest of my life.”
“But, use the normal position tonight!”
Aoyama turned Makiko’s body to lie on her back.
“Why don’t you use the back position? I’m going to use the back pose.”
Makiko turned around again and assumed the back pose.
“It’s best not to have those kinds of memories, and if you want them, create them with your husband. Having an affair and still leaving memories, you will have another affair in the future and one day it will break up the marriage. So, it’s better to break up with me tonight in a normal position and leave a feeling of dissatisfaction.”
Aoyama said in a lecturing tone.
“No! I’m going to use the back position.”
Makiko wiggled her ass hard and roared.
There’s no reasoning with a young woman who’s hot with lust.
“Hurry up… come from behind…”
Makiko demanded loudly.
Aoyama laughed bitterly and had to combine from the back.
“Great… I just love this.”
“You’re such a slut.”
Aoyama was thrusting and slapping Makiko’s ass at the same time.
“Yes, I’m a slut, a horny woman who likes the back position the most…”
While gasping for breath, he continued, “I can’t get the back position… it’s so painful…”
“It’s no longer a problem because you’ve already made the erotic pillow.”
“Ah… Don’t name it something weird, some erotic pillow…”
Makiko said as she raced toward the overwhelming peak of her orgasm.
Makiko’s husband would never have dreamed that his wife was such a slut, would he?
Aoyama thinks Makiko’s husband is a very happy man.
Chapter 9 – Two Against One Messy Feast
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Shigeo Aoyama was the instructor of the knitting class, which was organized by the company to promote customers, but in reality, he was only able to sell two or three units per month at most.
So when Keiko Vikkioka, who attended the knitting class, said she was thinking of buying a machine, Aoyama really breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s just that you have to buy it on layaway, so I wanted to talk to you about it after today’s class.”
Keiko said as she operated the machine.
Keiko was a young woman with a petite figure that gave the impression of being delicate. Aoyama had wanted to fight her for a long time, but since he was going to talk business, he had to prioritize that.
“Then I’ll bring you the type book after class.”
Aoyama instructed Keiko more carefully than any of his students.
After class, Aoyama pulled out the latest catalog from his data locker.
The other students left one by one after organizing their things.
“Knowing that my husband had a big fight over his hair sitting relationship with the year-old female employee of the company, he ended up promising to break up with the woman and was willing to buy me anything as an apology, so I decided to buy the knitting machine. Any kind of machine would do, as long as Mr. Aoyama said yes.”
Keiko said as if she was looking at the catalog impatiently.
On the one hand, Aoyama said that it’s hard to understand your husband’s thinking when he has a lovely wife like you and an affair, and on the other hand, he suggested the newest and most expensive model.
“Just buy this one, but on one condition.”
Keiko moved her body closer to Aoyama and said, “Take me to the hot springs for a night.”
“I’ll gladly entertain you on a trip to the spa if you can buy the machine.”
Aoyama readily agreed.
“But not just for a one-night stay.”
“That I know.”
“You didn’t ask anything, how would you know.”
“Let me just make love to you in good faith. Not only do you let your husband buy a knitting machine, but you want to have an affair so you’re even with him.”
Aoyama laughed and said that this was often the case.
“I do mean revenge, but there’s one difference.”
“What is it?”
“I have not had an affair in the past, nor will I have one in the future, and revenge on my husband is only this one time.”
“I agree, you can’t retaliate too often.”
“Since I’m going to have an affair, I’d like to fulfill my lifelong dream.”
Keiko gave a horny look.
But Aoyama still doesn’t understand what exactly is a lifelong dream.
“I mean in addition to Mr. Aoyama, I’d like to invite another person as well, I want to make love to two men at the same time.”
Keiko couldn’t help but blush as she spoke.
It was the first time that Aoyama had encountered a woman who put forth her conditions as understandably as this.
“So, who is the other man?”
It’s not good if you can’t keep a secret or if you’re a gangster.
“This matter is also in your hands.”
“You mean you want me to find a man to take it to?”
“But not to reveal my identity.”
“Is there a man like that?”
“Being able to have sex with a young woman for free should be a yes for any man. I have my favorite types of men, but this time I’m not choosing.”
Keiko reached down and grabbed the bulge in the front of Aoyama’s pants.
“I’ll look for it.”
“The deed to buy the knitting machine will have to wait until we get back from the hot springs trip.”
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Based on Keiko’s health condition and her husband’s travel schedule, it was decided that the Saturday two weeks later.
The other man was a choice college friend, Matsuoka.
If it’s a coworker in the company, there’s a possibility of leaks later.
A good college friend would have no qualms about that, and having traveled with Matsuoka during her college days, she has experience in soliciting prostitutes.
It was on that occasion that it became known that Matsuoka was left-handed.
The prostitute who accompanied Matsuoka to bed said so afterward.
When two men embrace a woman, it’s much easier for them to do it to each other if one of them is left-handed.
This is one of the reasons why Aoyama chose Matsuoka.
“It’s good to finally become brothers with you.”
Calling Matsuoka to the restaurant he frequents and bringing up the matter, Matsuoka expressed interest.
“Did you have sex with that young woman?”
“Not yet.”
“So who’s going to be the big brother?”
“We’ll talk about that when the time comes.”
“Well, whoever gets inside that young woman first is the big brother.”
“Okay.”
Aoyama and Matsuoka also made this pact.
The three men were at Ueno Station that day, meeting at 3:00 p.m.
The destination was Kamimo Kogen, from where we took a taxi to Sarukyo Onsen for the night.
Keiko wears a kimono, and she fits in it unexpectedly well.
Matsuoka and Keiko seemed to have a good feeling about each other when they met.
“I’ve been thinking about tonight since morning, my body is itchy and wet, and if I wore panties I might smother them, so I chose a kimono that doesn’t require panties or pantyhose.”
Keiko’s eyes were moist as she spoke.
“Even the roots of my thighs are wet now. You can touch it when we get in the car.”
Matsuoka, who was listening to their conversation, said, “Listening to you guys, my dick got hard.”
Bought a first class pair of tickets.
There were very few passengers in the first class car, and none in the vicinity of Aoyama et al.
The train departed from Ueno Station, and Aoyama and Matsuoka took turns sitting next to Keiko.
Reach through the front hem of the kimono and touch the core of the flower.
Keiko was really wet even on her thighs.
…this woman must be very horny.
After running your finger over the core of the flower, place it in front of your nose in passing to smell it.
Smell the grilled squid.
All the way to the Kamimo Plateau, Aoyama and Matsuoka kept touching each other, and Keiko had no strength to even walk when she got off.
Aoyama held Keiko’s waist hard enough to get down from the train station in a very short time.
In a taxi, Matsuoka sits in the assistant’s seat, while Aoyama and Keiko sit in the back seat.
Matsuoka kept talking to the driver to keep him from noticing what was going on in the back seat.
Aoyama’s hand had been constantly playing with the core of the flower.
Halfway through the drive, two fingers had been inserted.
As the cab throbbed, Keiko tried desperately to hold back from making a wave.
By the time they reached the onsen hotel, Keiko’s walk was wobbly.
The rooms are western style with double beds, and there is a Japanese room with six seats.
Aoyama and Matsuoka went to the large bath while Keiko bathed in the bathroom in her room.
Each wearing a bathrobe over their naked bodies.
Only a little beer at dinner, not daring to drink more.
After the meal go down to the hall below and dance.
When he returned to his room, the waiter had already prepared a bedding set in the Wabi-sabi room.
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The three of them returned to their room and lay down on the double bed with Keiko between them.
Aoyama, who is right-handed, is on Keiko’s right side, and Matsuoka, who is left-handed, of course, chooses the left side.
The two men immediately began to remove Keiko’s bathrobe.
Keiko has a petite frame with large breasts.
Areolas and nipples are pink with erect nipples.
The pubic hairs are inverted triangles with a long bottom edge, but not very high.
It starts with Matsuoka and Keiko kissing and fondling breasts.
Aoyama is naturally responsible for the lower half of the body.
It had been sufficiently caressed with fingers on the train and in the taxi, so Aoyama decided to use his lips.
The body moved downward and immediately saw Matsuoka’s erect rod.
Matsuoka’s rod was thinner than Aoyama’s, but very long.
Keiko held Matsuoka’s rod.
Aoyama spread Keiko’s legs.
Exposing the roots of her soft, snow-white thighs.
Aoyama brought his mouth close to the base of his thigh.
Probably dried up from the nectar that spilled during the dance and also smelled like roasted squid.
Pink buds of flesh were seen on the upper labia, still the most sensitive part of a woman’s body.
Aoyama pressed with the tip of his tongue and sucked lightly through it again.
“Ah…”
Keiko let out a grunt and lifted her ass, pushing her pubic bone up towards Aoyama’s face.
Keiko’s body began to tremble as Aoyama sucked harder.
When she lifted her eyes upward, she saw Matsuoka sucking on a nipple.
“I want this thing.”
Keiko wiggled her ass while pulling Matsuoka’s rod.
“Then I’m going to stick it in.”
Matsuoka looks happy.
“No, I want to suck.”
Keiko continued to pull.
The skin of the meat stick stretched out to cover the glans.
Keiko wants Matsuoka’s body to switch positions and lie on her side.
Matsuoka wore a white like one and slightly disappointed expression, but did as Keiko said.
Keiko swallowed Matsuoka’s rod into her mouth, sucked on it and then spat it out, saying, “I want to have one in my mouth and one down there, maybe I’m too greedy, but women are originally greedy.”
Aoyama pressed into Keiko who had Matsuoka’s rod in her mouth.
“I know, I’m going to stick it in.”
Inserting the rod into the wet, fleshy hole was immediately surrounded by a warm core.
“Uh…”
Keiko grunted with Matsuoka’s rod in her mouth while raising her ass.
“This scene is so remarkable that I may have to hold back.”
Matsuoka said as he looked at the area where Aoyama and Keiko were joined.
Aoyama then began to make thrusting motions as Matsuoka gazed on.
Keiko held the root of the rod in front of Aoyama and kept sucking on the glans.
It’s also quite an exciting view.
“What do you think when you’ve served your purpose?”
Aoyama asked in Keiko’s ear.
“I’m so happy.”
Keiko’s body trembled and said as if singing.
“Aoyama, switch with me!” Matsuoka said.
“Yeah, this time it’s going to be Mr. Aoyama sucking, so let’s have Mr. Matsuoka come in.” Keiko said.
Aoyama and Matsuoka switch places.
Keiko swallows the rod covered in her own nectar into her mouth while her fleshy hole below accepts Matsuoka’s rod.
Matsuoka’s thin, long rod thrusts in front of Aoyama’s face.
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If he hadn’t changed his position, Aoyama might have shot his semen in Keiko’s mouth.
That’s when Aoyama remembers asking Keiko to participate in anal sex games.
“Matsuoka, we’re going to have to live with the hole in the back.” Aoyama said.
Matsuoka immediately understood Aoyama’s intentions.
“Okay, I’m down here.”
Matsuoka temporarily pulled out his meat stick.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
Keiko spat out Aoyama’s rod and looked at the two men uneasily.
“It’s going to be in the Matsuoka on the bottom, you on top position, and then I’m going to penetrate the anus from the back.” Aoyama said.
“To have two people penetrate me at the same time?”
“Yes, it’s perfect for greedy you, isn’t it?”
“That’s a method I hadn’t thought of.”
“To play like this?”
“To.”
Keiko lifts her body and Matsuoka lies on her back.
Keiko mounted Matsuoka’s body, took the rod in her hand and introduced it to the hole.
After combining in this way, Keiko’s upper body was bent over, her breasts pressed against Matsuoka’s chest.
Aoyama applies a generous amount of saliva to the exposed, lovely ass buds.
The meat stick was still covered in Keiko’s saliva.
Aoyama put his rod right up to his anus and pushed his body forward.
“It hurts…”
Keiko let out a scream.
“It’s the first time I’ve had a man’s meat stick in here.”
Keiko came up for air.
“You mean this place is still virgin lo.”
“Yeah, it’s always weird to have virginal parts of my body.”
Aoyama continued to push forward.
The meat stick was halfway in before it met Matsuoka’s across a thin layer of mucous membrane.
“Aoyama, yours touched mine.”
Matsuoka said from under Keiko’s body.
“Ah… two hard things met inside me…”
Keiko exclaimed.
Aoyama finally thrust his rod to the bottom.
Keiko should have been in pain, but didn’t scream in pain.
Aoyama began to make thrusting motions, his anus clamping down stronger than the fleshy hole in front of him.
“Ah…” Keiko exclaimed.
Matsuoka also pushed upward from below.
Through a layer of mucous membrane, the meat stick rubbed against the meat stick.
“Ah… great.”
Keiko’s whole body spasmed.
Aoyama felt a sudden and violent clamping on his rod.
“Uh…”
Keiko’s body jumped violently.
“I can’t… I can’t…”
Keiko shook her head vigorously.
“Ah…”
Matsuoka, who was lying down, let out a grunt.
“I can’t either.”
At that very instant, Aoyama felt Matsuoka on that side of the mucous membrane had begun to ejaculate.
Matsuoka’s jets caused Keiko’s orgasm again.
Then Aoyama couldn’t help himself.
On the opposite side of the mucous membrane, Matsuoka continued to spray.
“I’m going to cum too.”
Aoyama announced loudly.
Grab Keiko’s ass and piston it hard.
“Terrific, both rods are squirting.”
Keiko twisted her body.
“Ah… I can’t…”
Keiko clung to Matsuoka, her whole body spasming.
Keiko reached orgasm three times in a row.
“Ah… I’m dying…”
Keiko resembles a soprano.
After Aoyama ejaculated, his rod didn’t leave Keiko’s anus even when it became soft.
First, Matsuoka’s rod was squeezed out by the meat hole.
Aoyama, on the other hand, pulls it out himself, and the anus becomes closed after pulling it out.
Aoyama got out of bed and went straight into the bathroom.
There was no foreign substance seen on the meat stick to stain it.
Only the slime that stained it seemed to be different from the nectar in the core.
After Aoyama washes it, Matsuoka comes in to wash it.
Keiko collapsed on the bed, not moving a muscle.
Just doing this once, Keiko would not let them go.
So Aoyama and Matsuoka took out beer from the refrigerator and drank it slowly, waiting for their bodies to regain their spirits.
“You’ll be calling me Big Brother from now on.” Matsuoka said.
“No kidding! Big brother is me, because I stuck it in Keiko’s wick first.”
“That’s right, you were in the core first, but her mouth swallowed my rod first, and regardless of that hole, it was me who was in Keiko’s body first, and it was me who ejaculated in her core first.”
Matsuoka gave a long list of reasons and refused to budge at all.
The two men argued for almost an hour.
“What are you guys babbling about?” Keiko said as she rolled over.
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Matsuoka and Aoyama had long since regained their spirits when Keiko opened her eyes.
Keiko got out of bed and waddled into the bathroom.
Soon, Keiko walked out with a large towel draped over her body.
“I’ll have a beer too.”
Keiko joins the drinking party.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever been penetrated from behind, the first time I’ve ever been penetrated by two men at the same time, and the first time I thought I was going to die when I orgasmed three times in a row.”
Keiko toasts a beer.
“What position are we going to use next time? It’s with the same pose, let’s switch over Matsuoka and I.”
Aoyama asked as he poured Keiko’s empty glass.
“What? Still want to play.”
Keiko’s eyes widened in surprise, dark circles already appearing.
“If you’re satisfied and don’t want to play anymore, that’s fine with us. That way, we can get a good night’s sleep after a good drink.” Aoyama said.
“It’s a shame to come to the hot springs so rarely and only play once.”
Keiko gave a horny look.
“But there’s enough anal already, and the bath water irritates a little pain, so I’m really afraid I’ll get hemorrhoids.”
“It’s up to you to decide what position to use.”
“Then use the H-bond.”
“H-type?”
Aoyama and Matsuoka look at each other.
Because they hadn’t heard of the H-shaped sex position.
“It starts with Mr. Matsuoka kneeling by the pillows while I swallow his rod into my mouth in the back position, at which point Mr. Aoyama and Mr. Matsuoka face each other and thrust in from behind me! Isn’t that the H-shape?”
Keiko explained to the two men.
“So, it’s true, it’s type H.”
Aoyama admired Keiko’s conception.
“Did someone teach you this pose?”
“I came up with that on my own, and it’s fun to have two guys thrusting in through the front and back holes, but I still like the taste of a man in my mouth up and down. If you can’t help it, you can cum in my mouth.” Keiko said.
“Then let’s start the first round immediately.”
Matsuoka got into bed and knelt with his back to the bed rail pole.
The meat stick returned to semi-hardness.
“Hee hee hee hee…”
Keiko smiled and got into bed.
Hands and knees on the bed, she opened her mouth and swallowed Matsuoka’s rod into it.
Aoyama and Matsuoka were kneeling face to face behind Keiko’s ass.
Insert the restored erection into the flesh hole.
Keiko’s fleshy hole was particularly slippery with honey and Matsuoka’s cum.
Aoyama thrust to the root and began to thrust hard.
When Jouko rammed into Keiko’s ass, Keiko’s body lurched forward, swallowing Matsuoka’s rod deep inside.
“Uh…”
Matsuoka closed her eyes and let out a low hum, showing an expression of being lost in pleasure.
“Aoyama, pick up the pace a little.”
Matsuoka demanded of Aoyama.
Aoyama sped up his thrusts and Matsuoka’s rod in Keiko’s mouth.
Once an orgasm has been reached, the woman’s flesh rushes up to orgasm faster this time because there is still an afterglow.
Rhythmic contractions appeared in the flesh hole.
“Ah…”
Matsuoka, much to his surprise, began asking permission to cum.
Keiko nodded her head with her meat stick in her mouth.
“Shot…”
Matsuoka began to spray.
Keiko’s mouth didn’t leave Matsuoka’s rod.
Aoyama couldn’t help but start to squirt as well, and at the same time, Keiko wiggled her ass violently as she climaxed.
Chapter X. Mother and Daughter Plead
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Shigeo Aoyama locked the doors and windows of the knitting classroom and walked out of the classroom as Susuko Hazawa, who had left first, stood waiting by the car.
About one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, but doesn’t look very tall because of his round face.
Due to her cute looks, she looks like she’s in her twenties, but she’s actually thirty-five.
“I have a little something I’d like to discuss with the teacher.”
Suko said as she saw Aoyama give an embarrassed smile.
“So, let’s talk about it while driving around.”
Aoyama motioned for Sueko to sit in the aide’s chair.
“It’s about my daughter.”
Suko waited until she had passed three stoplights before speaking.
“Is it about promotion or cram school?”
Aoyama deduced from Suiko’s thirty-five years of age that her daughter was probably a junior high or elementary school student.
“My daughter has long been employed…”
“How can…”
“Two years of English school after state high school, employed this year.”
“There is such a big daughter ah.”
“Eighteen, I got married at sixteen and had my daughter at seventeen.”
Suko lowered her head in embarrassment.
“Married a long time ago like that.”
“My father was sick and rushed to get married when the doctor said he only had a year to live. On the one hand, my father wanted to see his grandchildren, and on the other hand, I thought about the family’s financial situation after my father’s passing, and that it would be better to work on my own than to marry my husband, who earns more.”
“So it is.”
“My daughter’s name is Cinnamon, and two weeks after she was born, my father passed away. It’s probably a relief to see my granddaughter.”
“What’s wrong with your daughter…”
“Yes…”
Sueko wiggled her ass as if she were sitting still.
The car was traveling through the countryside with small forests in front of it.
“Is there a man?”
Aoyama is trying to draw out Sueko.
“Shortly after starting my job, I lived with a twenty-five year old man on the premise of marriage, but lately it seems like it’s been very disintegrating.”
Suko finally got to the point.
“My daughter didn’t say anything, but I knew it had to be about that.”
“What was that question?”
“It should have the same bitter brain as mine.”
“I’m still not quite sure.”
“I’ve always had insensibility because of my early marriage.”
“Insensibility?”
“Because at sixteen I didn’t know what intercourse was, and suddenly something big and thick was thrust into me, and I developed a very great pain, and since then I’ve had a phobia of males, or maybe it’s more correct to say phallophobia.”
Suko made a pained expression as she remembered the scene.
“Besides, my husband forces me to have sex almost every night, and with insensibility, it’s only right, isn’t it?”
It was as if Suko was asking for Aoyama’s permission.
When Aoyama heard her say so, his rod started to get erect in his pants.
So much so that it was inconvenient to drive, Aoyama pulled into the grove and stopped.
The woods had gone dark.
“Katsura must have suffered from male phobia as well, and with insensibility, refusing a man’s request every night, the two must not be blending anymore.” Suko said.
“So, do you still have dysesthesia now?”
“I don’t know. Until recently, sometimes it felt good, and sometimes it seemed like it didn’t feel good at all.”
Suko looked at Aoyama and said, “Is it insensitive, do you want to touch it?”
Suko gave a teasing look.
“I suppose your insensibility has gotten the better of you.”
Aoyama put one hand on Sueko’s shoulder and one hand up her skirt.
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“Better take it off.”
Suko voluntarily lifted her ass and removed her pantyhose and boxers, stuffing them into her purse.
Aoyama slipped his hand up his skirt again, this time feeling the smooth thigh.
When she touched the base of her thighs, Sueko parted her legs.
Fingers molded to pubic hair and the slit of flesh under the pubic hair was completely closed.
Aoyama inserted his middle finger into the very bottom of his slit and moved it upward.
The slit was moist, but not in the sense that there was nectar spilling out.
Locate the protruding granulation at the upper end of the internal suture; if it is insensate, stimulation of the granulation should not be responsive either.
Aoyama first caresses the top of the fleshy bud.
Sueko’s thighs trembled slightly.
“You got sexy.”
“But there’s only a tingling sensation.”
Sue frowned.
“Isn’t it cozy?”
“No, just a tingling sensation, as if touching something uncomfortable.”
Suko shook her head.
Indeed there was no movement of nectar overflowing from the slit.
Aoyama was confused, Suko couldn’t continue to stimulate her pussy core even if she said so.
Aoyama intended to withdraw his fingers.
At this point, the finger inadvertently presses against the root of the flesh bud.
“Ah…”
Suko wiggled her ass, a sexy response to the stimulation.
Aoyama knew that this could be Sueko’s sexy belt.
So Aoyama continued to press on the root of the nub.
Suiko closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly.
The slit overflowed with nectar.
Aoyama’s fingers began to rhythmically make strong and weak caresses.
“Ah…”
Suko let out a grunt and lifted her ass, pressing it toward Aoyama’s hand.
The amount of nectar has increased.
“You have pleasure, not insensibility.”
“As if.”
Suko’s breath caught.
Aoyama’s rod snapped to erection.
Aoyama unzipped his pants and pulled his rod out of them.
“Stick this in, test the sensitivity.”
Aoyama let Sueko hold the rod.
“You want me to betray my husband?”
“Don’t take it so seriously, just think of it as a test to see if there’s any sexiness with this thing.”
“Let’s just use our fingers today, and if my husband still can’t, come back for your test.”
Suko weakly refused.
“Okay.”
Aoyama immediately withdrew his rod, surprising Sueko.
“If mother can feel this way, Cinnamon shouldn’t have any insensibility.”
Aoyama continued to caress with his fingers.
“Because it’s the first time such a caress has been made.”
“Is it different from your husband’s method of caressing?”
“When I said tingling earlier, I meant that his method of caressing was the same every time, without ever feeling good.”
“In that case, ask your husband to compress the root of the pubic nucleus.”
“I’d die of shame saying that, don’t.”
Suko shook her head.
Aoyama pulled his hand out of his skirt, the tips of his fingers smelling like a woman’s sex organ.
“Aoyama-sensei, could you feel for Cinnamon once as well, to see if she has insensibility as well.”
Suko pulled her boxers and pantyhose out of her purse and put them on.
“I am available, but will Cinnamon be willing?”
“I’ll convince her. If Cinnamon has insensibility like I do, and gets pleasure from different methods of caressing, it’s better to tell her early on. In short, I think the reason for the lack of integration between Katsura-chan and men lies in the insensibility disorder.”
“As long as you can convince successfully, I’m not a problem.”
Aoyama tucked his rod into his pants, drove, and left the grove.
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Aoyama met with Suko in the lobby of a hotel in Shinjuku on a Sunday afternoon two weeks later.
Next to Suko was a young woman who still had the air of a teenager.
She is Cinnamon.
About ten centimeters taller than Suko, her hips are far less developed than her mother’s.
“More guidance, please.”
After Suiko’s introduction, Katsura chills out to Aoyama with a delicate expression.
“I shouldn’t be wrong, that man was too young and too eager, so Katsura didn’t feel any pleasure, to the point of hating intercourse.”
Suko whispered in Aoyama’s ear.
Aoyama went to the counter and asked for a room with two beds.
Anointed Hills first took Sueko and Katsura to the cafe in the lobby for juice.
Katsura says she loves the man she is currently living with and doesn’t want to break up, but is miserable about intercourse and finds reasons to refuse every time.
“Cinnamon would never be insensate, it must be the wrong way to caress.”
Aoyama manages to ease Katsura’s tension.
“Three people together is too much of an eye-catcher. Now you and Katsura go to your room and wait a bit for me.”
Aoyama handed the key to Katsura.
Seeing the two women walk into the elevator room, about five minutes later, Aoyama also took the elevator to the room door and knocked on the door.
It was Sueko who opened the door, and the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
“Cinnamon is washing her body.”
Suko kissed Aoyama and continued, “I want to try it today too.”
Stroking Suko’s breasts from her shirt as if she had just run a hundred meters, her heart was beating hard.
As Katsura wore her hotel robe and stepped out of the bathroom, Aoyama immediately went in the shower.
When Aoyama came out with a towel around his waist, Suko immediately entered the bathroom.
Cinnamon was lying on her back on the bed to her left.
Aoyama sat on the edge of her bed and kissed her lightly, unbuckling the waistband of her robe.
Breasts are bowl-shaped with small pink nipples at the upper end and small areolas of the same color.
Aoyama clamped his mouth over the nipple.
Katsura’s body didn’t respond.
The connection between the nipple and the uterus seems to be broken.
Aoyama kissed his nipples for a while before pulling back the hem of his robe.
Katsura’s body is still voluptuous.
Aoyama got into bed and plopped down between Katsura’s legs.
Spreading her legs as far apart as they would go, she looked toward the slit of flesh under the inverted triangle of grass.
However, it was impossible to see the inside of the slit, and the flesh on both sides of the slit was stuck together so that you couldn’t see inside.
There was a bit of blackened labia partially peeking out so as to be looking around.
Aoyama pressed the thumbs of both hands to the left and right of the slit of flesh and parted it with a little force.
A woman’s fleshy groove appears.
The groove was a slightly reddish color, usually a near-white pink, and hers was swollen from excessive friction.
The nectar is just the degree to which the mucous membranes are moistened.
The meatus at the upper end of the sulcus, with about a quarter of the head exposed from the foreskin.
Aoyama decided to try licking his head with his tongue.
Laying prone between Cinnamon’s legs, her face pressed into the grass.
Aoyama stuck out his tongue and licked it over the head of the bud.
Katsura’s body jumps two or three times.
“Any pleasure?” Aoyama asked.
“There is a tingling sensation, and if I ask if it’s good? I would answer no.”
Aoyama slid his tongue in the groove.
Cinnamon still says there’s no pleasure.
Thinking that maybe the G-spot could be pleasurable, Aoyama inserted his middle finger into the fleshy hole, fingering the G-spot upward and curving it.
Cinnamon frowns and endures, immediately saying it hurts and asking for her finger to be pulled out.
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There’s only that one way, Aoyama thought.
Aoyama pulled his middle finger out of the fleshy hole and used the belly of his thumb to push slowly on the foreskin at the root of the bud.
“Ah…”
Katsura slowly wiggled her ass.
It was incredible that she had pleasure and it was the same part as her mother.
Aoyama pushes and presses around that part with a strong and weak sense of rhythm.
“It’s a little weird.”
Cinnamon’s ass draws circles.
“Pleasure in the same part as your mom.”
“Really, how can you be in the same position…” said Katsura, spilling honey.
That’s when Suko came out of the bathroom.
Suko, with a scarf around her breasts, froze in place as if she hadn’t expected her daughter to accept Aoyama’s caresses so quickly.
After a moment’s thought, he came and sat down next to the bed.
With her eyes still closed, Katsura draws circles with her ass, spilling clear nectar from her slit.
“Ah… good…”
“Cinnamon, aren’t you getting a thrill?”
“Because a caress like this is the first time in my life.” Katsura said in a lazy tone.
“It’s not insensibility when you can have that kind of pleasure.”
“He said mom gets off on the same caressing method.”
“Yeah, you gave up half your bed, and mom couldn’t take it anymore.”
Suko had Katsura move to the right half of the bed and lay herself on her back on the left half.
“Aoyama-san, your other hand is empty, so use both hands to get me and Katsura at the same time.” After saying that, he removed the bath towel.
Suko’s flesh is not as voluptuous as Cinnamon’s, but her breasts are larger than Cinnamon’s, and her nipples are bigger.
Apart from this difference, the mother and daughter are very similar in size.
The fuller inverted triangle is almost indistinguishable if you just look at this part.
Also the length of the slit, the size of the buds, and the recession of the foreskin are the same for both mother and daughter.
Only the labia, Suko’s older and relatively more developed.
Aoyama used his right hand on Katsura and his left hand on the root of Suko’s buds, pushing rhythmically.
“Ah… my body is melting…”
Sueko made an excited noise.
Nectar gushed out of the flesh gutter.
“Ah… Mom don’t make that noise.”
Cinnamon also said on one side, overflowing with honey.
She was excited to hear Sueko’s voice.
Aoyama’s fingers occasionally slid over the top of the exposed bud of flesh.
Each time the mother and daughter’s bodies jumped a little.
Aoyama also says he’s sorry, or slides his fingers around and apologizes to the mother and daughter.
“Make it sting there, and the rare pleasure that comes with it will be compromised, I guess.”
“It doesn’t matter, once in a while it’s like that, but instead the whole body is like paralyzed with a feeling of comfort.”
Suiko and Katsura said the same thing almost simultaneously.
Soon after, Suko wiggled her ass and said, “Will this comfortable feeling continue after the body is joined?”
It was an indication that he wanted Aoyama to stick it in.
“Try it.”
Aoyama presses down onto Suko’s body to combine.
The fleshy hole was rather flaccid, and the strangulation was quite strong when inserted to the root.
As it thrusts, it squeezes out the nectar and makes a plopping sound.
Aoyama touches Sueko’s pubic bone with his own like a knock on a door.
“Ah… this is pleasurable…”
Suiko tilted her head.
Katsura was beside herself, caressing the flesh buds with her own hand.
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“Mom…” said Katsura to the gasping Suiko.
Suiko didn’t even have the strength to answer.
“Mom, switch to me.” Katsura said with her mouth close to Suiko’s ear.
“But I thought you didn’t like that?”
“Because seeing mom get comfortable makes me want to, too.”
“It’s in the middle of a good time, so don’t you interrupt.”
“Just let me get it for a change, and I’ll give mom all the rest.”
“It really can only take a second.”
Suko showed a displeased expression.
“You give Cinnamon a plug.”
Katsura parted her legs and raised them up in a greeting position.
Aoyama pulls his rod from Sueko’s meaty hole and moves between Katsura’s legs.
Place the meat stick squarely in the hole and push it inward.
The fleshy hole was narrow, and the rod advanced as if it were topping a driveway.
Much like her mother, the hole was deep and narrow because she was young.
If the flesh hole is narrow and when there is strangulation, it is best not to make thrusting movements.
Just by stuffing their meat holes without moving, the other person develops a sense of fullness and gradually increases their arousal.
Aoyama stood still after the union.
The meat stick vibrates occasionally.
“Oh…”
Katsura’s head tilted back as the meat stick vibrated.
“Comfortable…” said Katsura in a hoarse voice.
“You say it’s comfortable, but Mr. Aoyama hasn’t moved yet.”
Suko said with a surprised expression.
“That’s why it’s comfortable, it only hurts when you move.”
Cinnamon shook her head, her fleshy hole squirming as if to suck the rod in.
“It’s very comfortable. I didn’t realize it would be so comfortable…”
Katsura’s breathing becomes messy.
“Cinnamon, that’s enough. It was agreed to be a bit, it’s mommy’s turn.”
Sueko took Aoyama’s hand.
“No way! Not yet!”
Katsura clasped her hands on Aoyama’s back.
“Ah, Katsura doesn’t keep her word.”
“No, it’s going to be a while.”
Katsura pressed the bond towards Aoyama.
“Ah… this feeling… it’s my first time…”
Katsura’s head threw back as Aoyama’s rod vibrated continuously.
“Ouch… I’m going crazy.”
Katsura’s body began to spasm.
“Aoyama-sensei, don’t be right inside Katsura, I’m still waiting for miles here.”
Cinnamon pressed her face against Aoyama’s waist and licked the back and ass.
The meat stick vibrated continuously.
“Ah… I…”
Katsura straightened her legs, threw her head back hard, rolled up her eyes, and her whole body spasmed.
Katsura had her first orgasm, but Aoyama didn’t move at all, so there was no fatigue or ejaculation.
As Katsura’s fleshy hole begins to loosen, Aoyama moves over to Sueko’s body.
Aoyama started doing the pubic bone touch again.
“Ah… this movement…”
Sueko’s head tilted back, that look was exactly the same as Katsura’s.
“Is it different from Daddy?” Cinnamon asked, opening her eyes slightly.
“Daddy only knows how to move roughly.”
“Turns out it’s the same as mine he is, looks like they’re both stupid.”
“Yeah, it’s stupid.”
“How many times has mom had an affair?”
Suko shook her head no.
“But I seem to like intercourse.”
Katsura tries to pull Aoyama away from her mom.
“Cinnamon, it’s too soon for real intercourse for you.”
Suko clung to Aoyama from below and lifted her ass.
Chapter 11 – Mrs. Tidal Spurt
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The knitting classroom looks lazy in the summer heat.
No longer do women want to use summer to prepare sweaters for winter.
As a result, Shigeo Aoyama often forms one-on-one situations with students in the knitting classroom.
One on one, without exception, young women turn out to be very bold.
There were those who stroked their rods from their pants, and those who lifted their skirts to reveal their boxers on account of the heat.
Chikako Onii is the one who came to the class more enthusiastically after there were fewer people in the class.
Aoyama thought that waiting until a pair of moments would surely tempt him, and Aoyama’s suspicions were correct.
“What type of women does Mr. Aoyama like?”
As the one-on-one lesson begins, Chikako stops operating the knitting machine and looks at Aoyama with fawning eyes.
Twenty-nine years old with a first grade daughter. Her husband, who is about ten years older, is an architect and spends two-thirds of the year in Taiwan.
This is what Chikako used to tell Aoyama about her family situation. Aoyama knew that if he beckoned to her, he would succeed.
Such women are known to deliberately arrange opportunities for men to take advantage of them.
Asking what kind of women you like is setting up the opportunity to reach each other by simply saying you like women like you.
“I, for one, like your type of women.”
Aoyama looked Chikako in the eye and replied.
Chikako’s eyes glowed with a lustful shine.
Aoyama saw the shine in Chikako’s eyes and thought to himself that she was probably very good at getting wet.
Chikako isn’t Aoyama’s favorite type.
Flesh on the body, but not much in the way of breasts.
Aoyama likes women who are slim but have full breasts.
“I also like males like Mr. Aoyama.”
Chikako sighed.
“Is your husband still in Taiwan?”
“Eh, it’s been three months.”
Chikako sighed again.
Chikako’s hands became weak and she couldn’t operate the knitting machine at all.
“We like each other, so let’s just end the course and change places for the better.”
“Eh.” Chikako nodded slightly.
Aoyama closed the door and windows of the classroom while Chikako took the assistant’s chair in a lazy stance.
“It’s like I’m so sore all over, I don’t even have the strength to walk.”
It was evidence that she was already aroused.
“Your body is delicious to look at, and the car smells like women when you get in.”
Aoyama talked on one side and started the engine on the other.
“Don’t say that!”
Chikako touched Aoyama’s shoulder.
Aoyama operated the steering wheel with one hand and reached inside her skirt with the other.
“Not now.”
Chikako squeezed Aoyama’s hand hard.
“What does it matter.”
Aoyama’s hand continued to push inward.
“No, it’s already wet, not until after I shower.”
Chikako blushed and shook her head vigorously.
It’s a body that gets wet easily…
Aoyama couldn’t help but swallow as he knew he had guessed correctly.
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Upon seeing the hotel, Chikako leaned back in her chair as if her whole body was weak and closed her eyes.
Lips half-open, breathing heavily.
It was probably the thought of the bed that physically turned him on.
“Have affairs often?”
Aoyama saw the “vacant” sign in front of the guesthouse and drove the car in.
This is an automobile-style hotel with a garage on the first floor and rooms on the second floor.
“This is the first time I’ve betrayed my husband.”
Chikako looked at Aoyama with moist eyes.
There is no door by the garage, and from there you can go straight up to the second floor.
Aoyama told Chikako to go up first.
Because the stairs were steep, you could see inside the skirt from the back.
The roots of the thighs are very plump and the ones below the knee are thinner, making them very attractive legs.
The room is half bedroom and half bathroom, the bathroom is separated by a glass cubicle.
Because the bathroom takes up a lot of space, there is no room for a couch, etc.
A large rubber mat is placed in the wash-filled part of the bathroom, and the tub is wide, with recesses at each end against the head to accommodate two people soaking in the water.
This is a bathroom designed for fun.
“So that’s how it’s constructed in a hotel.”
Chikako’s back was leaning against the wall as if she was struggling to stand still.
Aoyama took Chikako in his arms and embraced her in a kiss.
When the tip of her tongue entered, Chikako immediately wrapped her tongue around it.
Both men fell onto the bed at the same time.
Aoyama kissed one side and slipped his hand up his skirt.
Chikako pushed Aoyama away and raised her body before Aoyama’s fingers reached the point of thigh rendezvous.
“You go ahead and take a shower, I’ll be there later.”
Chikako fixed her messy hair with her hands.
Kiyama undressed, and Chikako, who had taken off her clothes, took over, with her blouse and pants hanging on hangers and her underwear folded neatly.
It looks as if you can’t help but take care of men, and you can see the lust from here as well.
Aoyama undressed, his erect rod looming toward Chikako.
Chikako stared straight at the rod, almost forgetting to breathe.
Reaching out her hand, she gently gripped it. The meat stick showed more ferocity in Chikako’s hand.
Chikako dropped to her knees to face the rod and rubbed her face against it, her cheeks feeling fresh in a different way than her hands or tongue.
Chikako held the rod in her hand and ruffled her hair with her left hand before taking it into her mouth.
A wet sensation surrounded the inner rod.
Chikako’s body suddenly shuddered and spat out the contents of her mouth.
“Ah… the smell of men.”
Chikako hugged Aoyama’s thighs tightly and kissed at the base.
Aoyama pulled such a Chikako away and walked into the bathroom.
Plug the tub and put hot water in it.
Looking through Poruri toward the bedroom, Chikako’s body was wearing a petticoat.
Without removing her petticoat she took off her pantyhose and pantyhose together.
Chikako showed a confused expression looking at the panties in her hand, probably very wet.
After watching for a while, put your boxers in your purse and hang your pantyhose in front of the TV.
Finally take off the petticoat, which is attached to the bra.
As Aoyama suspected, the breasts were small. If you just look at the breasts, it seems like they suddenly stopped developing.
Small nipples too.
While the upper body is reminiscent of a young girl just entering adulthood, the lower body is developed like a young woman.
The pelvis is large and the pubic hair is thick.
The imbalance between the upper and lower body is like a sign that she is a woman of lust.
After stripping, Chikako covered her breasts with her hands and walked to the bathroom.
The lower half of the body is fully exposed.
Pubic hairs are broad triangular in area.
Chikako turned her back to Aoyama, who was soaking in the bathtub, and carefully washed the lower half of her body with soap.
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Aoyama was lying in a very shallow bathtub and Chikako sat down in the tub facing Aoyama.
Since Aoyama’s legs were straight, Chikako’s ass naturally fell on Aoyama’s calves.
Aoyama asked Chikako to straighten her legs.
Chikako straightened her legs before leaning her head against the edge of the tub, and in doing so, her ass went over her knees and onto Aoyama’s thighs.
The meat stick and the slit faced each other at a short distance.
The erection was halfway to the surface.
Chikako wraps up Aoyama’s body with a double heel strike.
The lips of her pussy were exposed through the slightly opened slit.
The dark pussy lips were like saying out loud that they liked men.
The husband who abandons the wife of such a body for two-thirds of the year is guilty of a deep sin.
Aoyama reached toward the labia, and when his fingers touched them, the pussy actively sucked on them.
The water was shaking, it was Chikako twisting her body.
Fingers on the labia and enter inside.
You can clearly feel that it’s already wet inside even under water.
The small bud of flesh found buried in the upper end of the slit was already pescetarian and hard.
Rub the little nubs by holding them between your thumb and forefinger.
The water clattered, sprouting pubic hairs before sinking again.
The soft slit of flesh was close to Aoyama’s crotch, touching the back of the rod.
The woman’s body obviously expects union.
“Get out.”
Aoyama stood up and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Wait a minute.”
Chikako called out to Aoyama who was about to walk out of the bathroom.
“Here’s good.”
Chikako stepped out of the bathtub and looked at the wet rubber mat on the floor.
“What?”
“I’m so wet that I’m really worried about wetting the sheets in bed, and I don’t have to worry about that here.”
In the corner of the bathroom there are square pillows of the same quality as the rubber mats.
Chikako is rolled in a dry towel on a pillow and placed under the head after lying on the back.
It was already known that breasts flatten when lying on their backs, and only the nipple protrudes from the flat chest.
Aoyama sucked on a nipple while stroking the slit with his fingers.
Chikako held the meat stick.
“Hurry up…”
One side pulls and one side destroys the urge.
The flesh slit was very wet.
Flesh that had been kept empty for three months had longed to be stuffed with a man’s things.
Aoyama, judging that no foreplay was needed, pressed into Chikako’s body.
Chikako held the meat stick in one hand and parted her own pussy lips squarely with the other.
Aoyama’s lower body pushed forward.
The head of the turtle poofed through the mouth of the fleshy hole.
The meat hole was filled with nectar. When the meat stick was shoved in, the nectar was squeezed out and sprayed on Aoyama’s scrotum.
The strangulation of the flesh hole was not too strong or too weak.
“Ah…”
Chikako sighed deeply as if relieved when Aoyama inserted it to the root.
Aoyama felt Chikako’s hard little nubs of flesh at the site of the union.
Aoyama squashed the little nubs of flesh and then twisted.
“Ah…”
Chikako’s head tilted back.
A powerful force was generated in the fleshy hole, strangling on one side and drawing inward on the other.
“It’s leaking… leaking!”
Chikako yelled as she exposed her snow-white neck.
The fleshy hole that clamped down on the rod began to contract rhythmically once it had loosened up.
This is the phenomenon of a woman reaching orgasm.
With only a few thrusting motions, Chikako easily reached orgasm, and it was at that moment that words Aoyama hadn’t heard before came out of Chikako’s mouth, which was still contracting in her meat hole.
“It’s leaking… ah… it’s leaking…”
Chikako frowned and sobbed.
“Leak… what?”
Aoyama didn’t know what it meant and just looked at Chikako’s face.
Before Chikako could explain, a warm stream of water hit the bonded area.
“┅”
What is this…?
Aoyama really didn’t know the source of the warm water flow.
Aoyama pulled out his meat stick to make sure of the truth.
Small springs of water spout from the core of the flower, less than five centimeters in height.
Turns out she missed the point and was referring to this.
The water stops after a few seconds.
Chikako’s whole body was lying weakly on the rubber mat.
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“Great! But don’t end it like that, you’re not done yet are you.”
Aoyama certainly didn’t mean for it to end.
Aoyama spread Chikako’s legs wide apart and saw the pink furrow below the turned up labia.
The urethra that had just spewed out a spring was closed, and the liquid coming out of the urethra was supposed to be urine, but the slit didn’t smell like urine.
“Does it leak out like that every time?”
Aoyama asked, looking at the slit of flesh.
“It’s just very comfortable when you can’t control yourself.”
Chikako still had the aftermath of her orgasm, her belly occasionally heaving.
“Will it leak many times a night?”
“Eh.”
“Ten, twenty times?”
“Uh…”
Chikako nodded her head in embarrassment.
Aoyama ran his tongue over the slit of flesh, slightly salty.
Aoyama’s tongue shifted from the rod to the small protrusion.
“Ah… good…”
Chikako’s ass began to slowly wiggle.
“It seems to be up again.”
As Chikako finished speaking, nectar overflowed from her slit.
Aoyama would love to see the spray of water.
If it’s a bonded state you can’t see it.
Aoyama was ready to bring Chikako to orgasm with his tongue and fingers.
Now Chikako’s body was still in the aftermath of the pleasure because she had had an orgasm. In this case, Chikako should be able to reach orgasm using only her fingers and tongue.
Aoyama very carefully applied his tongue to the small bud of flesh.
The overflowing nectar passed through the anus and landed on the rubber mat.
The slit contracted, as if urging Aoyama to action.
Aoyama decided to insert his fingers inside the fleshy hole and inserted his middle and index fingers together with the belly of his fingers facing upwards.
The top of the meaty hole has a myriad of tiny tree grains.
Aoyama’s fingers flexed in the fleshy hole, rubbing against the fleshy walls.
“Ah…”
Chikako lifted her ass and tilted her head.
Aoyama pressed his thumb against the small bud of flesh, and his index and middle fingers lifted upward in the hole of flesh, creating a three-finger up-and-down press against the small bud of flesh.
“Ah… It’s leaking again…”
Chikako sounded like she was crying.
“ah… it’s leaking… ah… it’s coming out… uh…”
At this point, the urethra opens up and there is a squirt of water about five centimeters high.
It’s really incredible light.
Two of Aoyama’s fingers stayed in the fleshy hole, staring dumbly at the squirt.
After about three seconds, the spraying stops.
“It’s leaking out again, isn’t it.”
Chikako said as if she was tired.
“It’s better to call this a leak than a squirt, and in your case it must be what’s known as a squirting tide.”
“Tide spurt?”
“Probably.”
“What was that all about?”
“It leaks urine at the moment of orgasm.”
“No, I didn’t feel like peeing, my body was just light and comfortable with something leaking out.”
Chikako said on one side and her face turned red.
Kiyama parted her labia and pressed her nose close.
“Does it smell like urine?”
Chikako seemed uneasy.
“It’s weird, there’s no hint of urine odor.”
Aoyama thought his sense of smell was paralyzed, and after several sniffs he couldn’t sense the smell of urine.
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Aoyama was ready to finish after the ejaculation.
“Is that the end of it?”
Chikako was displeased.
“Not for three months, and I still want it.”
Chikako understood the request.
“Your husband drops you off two-thirds of the year, and it’s a wonder you haven’t filed for divorce.”
“But when we were together, he loved me.”
Chikako made a distant look.
“I’ll leak twenty, thirty times.”
“Twenty times?”
Aoyama was surprised that he was still only letting Chikako drain twice.
“And…”
Chikako swallowed back her words mid-sentence.
“And what?”
The green hills are destroyed and urged.
“Ah… good…”
Chikako twisted her body, trying to avoid answering.
Aoyama took a bonding stance on one side and pursued it on the other.
Chikako blushed bright red and said, “I’ll drink what leaks out.”
“Drink it?”
Aoyama stops the bonding action.
“He says it’s proof of love and drinks it. The thought of him loving me so much doesn’t make me feel like never leaving him.”
“Oh…”
Aoyama felt he had to drink it too.
“Well, I’m going to drink it too.”
Aoyama moved his body downward, his lips pressing against the slit.
“You don’t have to force it.”
“I’d like to drink it and try it.”
Aoyama caressed the slit with his tongue.
“Ah… it’s good again.”
Chikako’s abdomen rose and fell.
When he first started moving his tongue, Aoyama felt compelled to drink it, and before long, curiosity got the better of him.
What would the flavor be? Aoyama had a sense of anticipation.
So much so that there was a natural enthusiasm for the movement of the tongue.
Chikako was sensitive to this situation, and the orgasmic sensation grew stronger.
Thigh spasms.
“Ah… again… I’m leaking…”
The cramps traveled to the abdomen and quickly spread throughout the body.
“It’s leaking… out…”
Before Chikako could finish her words, Aoyama’s mouth was already pressed against the spout.
“It’s out…”
It began to squirt, and Aoyama thought it was a soup with a savory taste.
Soup that goes directly into Aoyama’s mouth without touching the air has no off-flavor.
Aoyama drank it down regardless, the flavor was the first time he had ever tasted it.
I was about to savor it more when the spraying stopped.
“Leak as much as you want.”
Aoyama said to the spout.
“You move your tongue, that way it will leak out again.”
Chikako’s voice came from above.
“You don’t want to drink it.”
“No, I still want to drink.”
“Ah…”
As if Chikako’s whole body was showing elation, she began to tremble.
Aoyama started with the little beanstalk and caressed it very carefully with his tongue, thinking that he must make her leak twenty times.
“You want to cum too, don’t you.” Chikako asked.
“That’s for sure.”
“After you cum, if you can continue to get me like this, you can cum.”
Chikako pulls Aoyama’s hair.
Aoyama would have liked to be able to cum once, but after he did, his obsession with women would diminish, and it was unlikely that he would be very enthusiastic about moving his tongue or drinking it.
“No, just keep going like this and I’ll cum when you’ve leaked twenty times.”
“How thoughtful of you.”
Chikako slowly lifted her ass and said, “I was feeling sorry for my husband just now, but after you drank it, the guilt disappeared.”
Chikako began to wiggle her ass more aggressively, as if the guilt was really gone.
“I’ll probably leak 30 times today, so that’s okay…”
“Sure.”
Aoyama flicked his tongue over the little bean sprouts.
“Ah… it’s leaking…”
Chikako began to pant.
Aoyama’s mouth pressed against the wick and waited.
Chapter XII – Warm and Wet Mourning Clothes
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Most of the students who come to the knitting classroom wear dresses.
Of these, only Tomiko Toguchi often wore kimono.
Most young women don’t wear kimonos these days, but Tomiko says she usually wears one at home.
Tomiko was twenty-eight years old, and wearing a kimono even at home was really rare.
Tomiko’s slim figure, large eyes showing a flattering shine, had a fatally attractive feel to the young woman.
There were many absences on the early fall afternoon, and only Aoyama and Tomiko were left in the classroom.
Aoyama said in a joking tone to Tomiko, who was operating the knitting machine, “I heard that when you wear a kimono, you don’t wear underwear as a rule, do you do the same?”
“Doesn’t the line of panties appearing in the back when wearing a kimono add to the lewdness?”
Tomiko threw an autumn wave at Aoyama while twisting her body.
“So, you’re not wearing panties now either?”
Aoyama couldn’t help but swallow the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth.
“Do you want to pull back the hem to make sure?”
Denmeko gave a teasing look.
“Can it be that way?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
This time Denmiko didn’t answer, but stood in front of Aoyama.
Aoyama did not even think of lifting the hem of the young woman’s garment in the knitting classroom, and Meat this was confused.
But Denmeko was clearly waiting for him to lift the hem of his shirt.
It would be a shame for Denmeko to shrink away now instead.
Aoyama knelt in front of Denmeko and looked up as Denmeko nodded with a shy expression.
Aoyama grabbed the hem of the kimono with his right hand and pulled it away, but this still prevented him from seeing the most important part.
Aoyama used his left hand to pull back the hem of the other side of his shirt, which revealed snow-white thighs.
The rod inside his pants began to riot.
Continuing to pull the hem upwards, the black pubic hair part was seen.
Aoyama couldn’t wait to get his face close enough to smell the woman’s distinctive aroma.
“So you know.”
Denmeko turned over and dropped the hem of her coat.
For Aoyama, ending it like this was a lust that couldn’t be quenched.
Aoyama pulled out his rod from inside his pants and turned to Tomiko, who was sitting on a chair in front of the knitting machine as if nothing had happened.
“Oh…”
Tomiko gazed at the towering rod.
Just look at it for a while before reaching out and taking hold of the rod.
“Since we’ve seen each other, how about a hand-off?”
“What a revealing thing to say.”
Tomiko glares at Aoyama for a moment.
“Let’s pack up the classroom and drive to a nearby hotel.”
“Can’t! My husband is at home, regrouping, waiting for me to return.”
Miko smiled and said, “My husband is the one who will have sex with me on the spot when he wants to, or else he’ll get upset. The reason I often wear a kimono without panties has something to do with that.”
Tomiko spills the beans on the couple’s secret.
“My husband is in a department store, so it’s easier for me to get out on Sundays instead.”
“So, how about we make a date for this Sunday?”
“Good.”
Tomiko still held the meat stick in her hand.
Aoyama decided to meet in front of the bronze statue of a loyal dog at Shibuya Station at noon on Sunday.
Tomiko kissed the glans lightly before releasing the rod.
Tomiko’s lips were fiery hot.
Tomiko might be even more horny than Aoyama thought.
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There are many young people dating in front of the bronze statue of a loyal dog.
Aoyama stood, remembering the feeling of the kiss on his glans.
Aoyama was ready to go to the hotel as soon as Tomiko said she wasn’t hungry.
Tomiko showed up at twelve o’clock.
Aoyama couldn’t help but blink when he recognized that it was Denmiko, as she was wearing black mourning clothes.
It’s likely that Tomiko was attending someone’s funeral so she didn’t have time to change. But you can’t bring a woman in mourning clothes into a hotel after a funeral.
However, Demiko was quite suitable for mourning clothes, exuding indescribable charm from her body.
“Did a relative pass away?”
“No.”
Tomiko’s face reddened.
“No? Then…”
Still puzzled, Aoyama faintly smelled the aroma of a woman from Tomiko’s mourning clothes.
“Let’s go get a little something to eat before we do.”
Aoyama takes Tomiko to a noodle store near the station and asks for two servings of soup noodles.
“It’s not like they came out in mourning clothes on purpose.”
Aoyama asked in a small voice as he poked his body out.
“Yes.”
Denmeko replied in a small voice as well.
“Is it inconvenient to come out without mourning clothes?”
“No… I want to have sex with you in mourning clothes.”
“What…”
“When my mother-in-law passed away in the past, I wore mourning clothes to the funeral with my husband, and he pulled me into the room where he used to live, dressed in mourning clothes, and forced me to have sex from behind.”
“Did you accept?”
“In that situation, and in that dress, I was so excited that my whole body went limp, and the pleasure of that one was as wonderful as it had ever been.”
Tomiko made a reminiscent expression and said, “I couldn’t forget that feeling, so I wore mourning clothes today.”
“I didn’t realize…”
Aoyama added, “You do have the charm of making men think evil thoughts when you wear black mourning clothes.”
Fancy lifting up Denmeiko’s mourning clothes and combining them from behind so that the meat stick starts to move stupidly.
“When you wear mourning clothes, don’t you also wear boxers?”
Aoyama’s eyes were fixed on Denmiko’s.
“Of course I won’t wear it.”
Denmeko gave a seductive look.
The meat stick is more erect.
“You often have sex with your husband in mourning clothes, don’t you.”
“I do, but my husband won’t. It was once done this way forcibly and now he won’t agree to it.”
Denmiko wiggled her ass as if to rub her core.
“But there is just a little bit of trepidation on my part to take a female in mourning into a hotel.”
“I don’t want to go to a hotel like this either, and I don’t have to take off my funeral clothes, so I don’t have to go to a hotel.”
“There’s no place to go if you don’t go to the hotel, huh?”
“The place is there… we’ll talk about it when we get out.”
Denmeko destroys Aoyama and urges him to go quickly, and Aoyama silently follows Denmeko’s lead.
Tomiko walked into the building where many offices were rented, and without hesitation, stepped into the going elevator.
Come to the highest level and then to the roof.
There was no one on the roof on Sunday.
“No one will see it from here.”
Denmeko turned to look at Aoyama, her eyes moist.
“What… to be here?”
Aoyama was at a loss for words for a moment.
Although it was said that there was no one, someone could come up at any time, and Aoyama didn’t dare to try it right away.
Instead, Denmeko immediately leaned into Aoyama and kissed, sticking out her tongue in a kiss that was as passionate as fire.
Aoyama felt the rod inside his pants swell to the point of pain during the kiss.
Aoyama leaned his back against the concrete fence and reached in through the hem of Denmiko’s mourning dress.
When I touched the slit, I knew that a great deal of nectar had already overflowed there.
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Emotions could not be stabilized yet, but there was no backing away from having touched the woman’s wet core.
From the street below came the noise of car horns.
Denmeko began to unbuckle Aoyama’s belt.
Aoyama backed his pants and underwear down to his heels, revealing his erect rod in the sunlight.
Tomiko squatted down and took the rod in her mouth.
After sucking like this for a while, Denmiko stood up, held her hands on the fence, and stuck out her ass.
“Come on…”
Denmeko wiggled her ass to destroy the urge.
Aoyama came behind Denmiko’s ass and lifted the hem of her mourning dress, immediately revealing a snow-white ass.
Honey-wet thighs.
Aoyama holds the meat stick in his right hand and pulls up the funeral dress with his left hand, trying to insert the meat stick.
When the rod slid at the mouth of the fleshy hole and failed to penetrate, Denmiko couldn’t wait to wiggle her ass like a fairy.
Aoyama also reaches the high point of excitement because he is going to have sex from behind with a woman in mourning clothes.
The meat stick finally entered the core of the flower.
“Ah…”
Tomiko made a sound that made the air vibrate.
Aoyama had reached his limit and reached his hand in front of him, holding onto Tomiko’s waist so that his rod started to ejaculate when it reached its deepest point.
Spraying, Aoyama left the woman’s body, the mourning clothes automatically slipping down and her ass out of sight, and Aoyama hastily pulled up her panties and pants.
“I can’t! You’re practically like a rooster, it’s over in a second.”
Denmeko turned and hugged Aoyama tightly.
“The way you look in your mourning clothes makes me overexcited.”
“I’m excited too, it’s just too short.”
“Okay! I’ll try my best this time.”
Aoyama knew it was beneath a man’s dignity to say goodbye like that.
“I’ll make it bigger for you.”
Tomiko pulled down the zipper of her pants and tawed out her softening rod.
Squat down and swallow it in your mouth.
“It tickles.”
Aoyama wiggled his ass.
“That’s what my husband told me, that by sucking up all the semen left in my urethra, I can recover sooner.” Denmeko said.
The tingling sensation quickly turned to pleasure as the rod began to regain its hardness.
The way a woman in mourning clothes pulls out a man’s meat stick and sucks it is indeed unusual.
When Aoyama’s rod had regained its full hardness, Denmiko put her hands on the fence again and pushed her ass up towards Aoyama.
Lifting the hem of the mourning garment, he immediately smelled the mixture of male and female fluids.
Aoyama this time tucked the raised hem of his shirt under his belt so that his left hand could be put to good use.
Start by stroking your thighs and ass.
“Don’t rush me…” yelled Denmeiko.
Just then, the sound of a helicopter was heard above their heads, and Aoyama and Tomiko looked up at the same time.
The helicopter flew in the direction of the two men.
“It’s as if the helicopter your husband hired is headed our way.”
“It’s annoying, ruining our atmosphere, a helicopter like that better fall down.”
Denmeko dripped, pulling the hem of her shirt down.
Aoyama quickly pulled up his pants as well.
The helicopter hovered over Aoyama and Tomiko.
It may have been suspicious to see a woman in mourning clothes tangled up with a man on the roof of the building.
Aoyama said to Tomiko, “We’re being suspected, so let’s wave at the helicopter together.”
“When you see me in mourning clothes, you think you’re going to jump to your death.”
Tomiko and Aoyama waved at the helicopter.
The people in the helicopter may have been relieved, or they may have felt there was no point and flown away.
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“Make it from scratch.”
Denmeko looked resentfully at the helicopter that flew away, then put her hands on the fence and stuck her ass up at Aoyama.
Suddenly taking this position, but Aoyama’s rod was still in a soft state because the helicopter that appeared earlier made it shrivel up.
Aoyama put his hand inside the mourning clothes.
Tomiko was still wet there.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Seeing that Aoyama never acted, he impatiently destroyed the urge.
“This state is impossible.”
Aoyama pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his shriveled rod to Tomiko.
“There was spirit just now! What’s going on here?”
Tomiko squatted down again and swallowed the softening rod into her mouth.
This one seems to have been disturbed by the helicopter and is having a hard time regaining hardness.
Just then, it was as if the sound of a woman gasping for air could be heard.
Tomiko seemed to hear it as well, spitting out the rod in her mouth with a puzzled expression.
Aoyama peeked his upper body over the fence and looked down.
On the roof next door on the lower first floor, there were recliners at some point.
On it there are naked men and women joined as one, the woman is lying on her back wearing sunglasses.
The woman was about thirty-five years old, judging from the more or less flabby body.
The man pressed against the woman’s body, his hips rising and falling.
The man’s body was sturdy and he looked to be in his late twenties.
The woman matched the man’s movements and lifted her ass from below. Despite the car noise, the woman could be heard making waves.
“Those two are really something.”
Tomiko looked impressed.
The man and woman were so focused on intercourse that they didn’t realize that someone was watching from above.
“Women seem to be more into it.”
Aoyama whispered in Demiko’s ear.
“Yes, women are more horny than men.”
Tomiko reached for the meat stick.
Probably because of the behavior of seeing others, and the security of having a companion close by, Aoyama’s rod once again unfolded.
This time, Tomiko took the initiative and lifted the hem of her shirt.
It’s bolder than when Aoyama ruffled it.
There was nothing left to prevent their union.
Aoyama gripped his rod and aimed it squarely at the woman’s core.
Tomiko bent downward even more, her ass sticking up higher.
Aoyama began to push forward, and the flesh hole overflowing with nectar accepted the rod smoothly.
Aoyama thinks this one will last.
Aoyama’s stomach and Tomiko’s ass were closely connected.
Flesh holes are on fire and asses are cold.
“Ah… great! That’s what I want.”
It looks like Tomiko is having a little trouble breathing.
Down below naked men and women continue to have sex.
The woman’s fingers sinking deep inside the man’s ass shows the woman’s level of pleasure.
Tomiko’s ass began to spasm.
The fleshy hole contracted violently.
Aoyama knew that Tomiko was climaxing, but Aoyama himself showed no signs of exploding at all.
“Give me a break.”
Denmiko turned her upper body around and demanded a truce from Aoyama.
“You’re leaking so quickly.” Aoyama said in a vindictive tone.
“How can I stand it after waiting so long and seeing those two again.”
Tomiko is still breathing.
Aoyama pulled out his rod and Tomiko crouched down as if she couldn’t stand.
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Ten minutes later, Denmiko lifted the hem of her mourning dress again and held her hand to the fence.
“For once, it’s okay for you to cum alone. I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk if I ejaculate again.”
A man and woman on the roof below may have gotten their fill and are nowhere to be seen.
Aoyama clutched White Xi’s ass and began to bond.
Looking down from Denmeko’s head, he saw the vehicle stopped in place waiting for a green light.
People walking on the sidewalk were the size of soybean grains, and there were pedestrians looking upwards.
“Those people look upward and probably don’t know what we’re doing.”
Tomiko’s fleshy hole clamped down on the rod and said in a pleasant tone.
“Probably never dreamed of a woman in mourning clothes exposing her snow-white ass to be fucked from behind by a man who is not her husband.”
Aoyama said in a lewd tone.
“Ah… I wasn’t going to let go… If you say such things… I’m going to… again…”
Tomiko twisted her body while spilling her nectar.
Aoyama’s movements quickened.
Tomiko’s body was pushed forward, creating spasms.
“Ah… good…”
At this juncture, the opposite window opened, stuck out its half-bald head, and then looked upward.
The middle-aged man asked Aoyama and Tomiko with a surprised expression.
“What are you guys doing there? You’re not allowed on the roof on Sundays.”
The middle-aged man said in a scolding tone.
Tomiko’s orgasm was just beginning, tightly wrapped around the rod.
At this point, Denmiko couldn’t open her mouth.
“You’re not trying to commit suicide by jumping off a building in mourning clothes, I’m the superintendent of this building, you mustn’t do that sort of thing.”
Aoyama also started to cum at this point.
“You guys talk.”
The administrator poked his upper body out of the window.
“You guys wait there, I’ll be right up.”
When he finished, he took his head back.
Aoyama took the toilet paper out of his mouthpiece, pulled out his rod, clipped the paper to Tomiko’s crotch, and pulled down the hem of his mourning clothes.
Wipe the rod with a separate piece of toilet paper and quickly put on your panties and pants.
Toilet paper wiped over the meat stick was thrown over the fence, absorbing the essence of both men and women, floating across the street to the building and sticking to the glass windows.
“Really…”
At that moment, the sound of the administrator running up the stairs was heard.
Aoyama quickly pulls Denmiko behind the roof exit door to hide.
The janitor rushed out and ran straight to where Aoyama and Tomiko were enjoying their fun, sticking her head out to look down “Quick!”
Aoyama pulled Denmiko’s hand and ran down the stairs.
The elevator door is still open.
Aoyama rushed in first and pressed the button for the first floor.
“Ah…”
Denmeko yelped softly in front of the elevator, pressing her hand lightly against her crotch.
Something white from the mourning clothes fell at his feet.
“Hey! Wait a minute!”
The administrator was heard coming after him.
There was no time to pick up the toilet paper that had fallen from Denmeko’s crotch.
Aoyama dragged Denmiko inside the elevator and immediately pressed the switch to close the door.
As the elevator doors closed, the administrator was heard shouting.
Elevator descending.
No longer having to worry about the administrators catching up, Aoyama wrapped his arms around Denmiko and kissed her, his hand slipping through the slit in his mourning clothes.
The roots of Tomiko’s thighs were covered in her own and Aoyama’s fluids.
“I have to rush home, take off my black clothes and wash my body before my husband comes back, or he’ll be in trouble if he sees it.”
Denmeko smiled after the kiss.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, I hope to have a good time with you next time.”
Aoyama wants to obtain a commitment for the next date.
“Like those two guys on the roof down there just now, I can’t. I get shy when I’m naked and can’t concentrate on intercourse. If I can do it like today, I can still meet you, but I don’t want to go up to the hotel.”
The elevator doors opened, and Aoyama and Tomiko walked into the crowd as if nothing had happened.
chapter xiii – pregnant women in heat
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Among the young women studying in the knitting classroom, Yukie Sahara’s expression was dark.
Koue is considered one of the beauties in the group of young women.
Yukie is the woman who can arouse Aoyama’s concern and make him think evil thoughts.
From a month ago, Aoyama noticed that Yukie had gained weight.
The age is twenty-seven, still the age when it’s taboo for someone to say they’re fat.
There have been cases in the past where you’ve gotten mad and never come to knitting class because you accidentally called you fat.
On the other hand, there are also people who hear Aoyama say that he has gained weight and starts dieting to regain his figure, resulting in the resumption of the estranged couple’s life, which adds to the beauty of maturity. Of course Aoyama is thanked by the other party and also gets flesh.
Aoyama still couldn’t help but tell Sachiko if she had gained a little weight recently.
“Can you tell?”
Yukie gathered her hair and said in a lazy tone, “It seems like she’s gained three kilograms.”
“Is it too much food?”
“There’s that too, I guess.”
“I’ve heard that people who eat a lot also have cravings, so they must be addressed first.”
“That said, I really am lusting after it.”
Koue looked at Aoyama and said, “I’m not fat.”
“What?”
“Aside from the lust, I’m pregnant.”
Yukie whispered, “I ate more for the sake of the fetus’s nutrition, so I should be able to return to my original state after giving birth.”
“Congratulations, how many months is it now?”
“Five months.”
“Oh.”
Aoyama looked at Yukie’s body once again.
Although the belly is a bit bigger and if you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t even be able to tell it was pregnant.
“Teacher…”
Yukie said, “Do you have time this Saturday? I want to knit a coat for a baby, and I want to go to a department store to choose materials.”
Aoyama judged it to be an excuse.
“Well, I’d like to accompany you to the department store.”
“Then let’s meet at twelve noon at the cafe on the eighth floor of the east exit of Shinjuku Station.”
Yukie took the initiative to designate a time and place.
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On Sunday at noon, Aoyama and Yukie meet, and Yukie says she wants sushi with a vinegar flavor.
Koue said as she ate that this was the first time she had gotten pregnant in three years of marriage. Her husband was worried about miscarriage, so he stopped having sex with her.
“He was already very light on sex, and he hasn’t gotten pregnant in three years, so I think it’s because it’s so infrequent.”
Once the couple’s secret was mentioned, Yukie’s words opened up.
“My husband ignored me for a long time, which made me want to have sex with any man. I told my husband that there was no harm in having a miscarriage and that I could get pregnant again, but he refused. Today is Sunday and he could still have intercourse with me in the morning, but he got up and went to play golf. After the ball, he must have played mahjong and would not come back until ten o’clock in the evening; he would come back and say he was tired and fall asleep.”
Koue continued in a disgruntled tone, “I know that using the normal position will compress the stomach, and the back position will touch the uterus, so it’s also not allowed. The horseback riding position with the woman on top is also too deep, so her husband said she can’t have sex, is that right?”
“This…”
Aoyama didn’t know how to answer, it was not the right thing to mention while eating sushi on one side and talking on the other.
“Teacher, there should be suitable positions in pregnancy too, I don’t believe all pregnant women can’t have intercourse.”
“That being the case, how about a cross pose?”
Aoyama had to answer that.
“What is a cross pose?”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
Koue poked out her upper body, her eyes bubbling over.
“And how is that done?”
“It’s like the game of crossing two pairs of pine leaves to see who pulls them off first, which takes that kind of gist.”
“I still don’t understand, tell me more specifically.”
“Lift your right leg up and combine it with lying on your side.”
“How was I then? Was it standing? Or squatting? Or lying on my side?”
“You’re on your back.”
“How can you combine lying on your back and lifting your right leg?”
It’s simply impossible to communicate.
“Go get a book and study cross-positioning with the gentleman.”
“That would be too much trouble, rather you just teach me like you did with the knitting, I think I’ll get it.”
Koue wore an excited expression.
“In that case, it’s going to be intercourse with you.”
Aoyama had had a premonition, he just didn’t expect it to be reached in this way.
“Yeah, well, it’s the fault of the husband who won’t touch me.”
Koue seemed to be talking to herself.
“But I don’t know if it’s safe.”
“What?”
“Using the cross position doesn’t absolutely guarantee that you won’t miscarry. Your uterus should contract, or at least engorge, when you have an orgasm, and that would be a problem to cause a miscarriage.”
“Even if I miscarried, I wouldn’t blame you. Do you want me to go out on the street and grab a random guy to learn the cross position?”
Koue’s expression was serious.
Looking at her that way, if Aoyama refused, she would probably find a random man to have sex with. It would be a shame to reject such a woman at the door.
“If you say so, I’ll have to teach you.”
“Great.”
Yukie’s body trembled a little as she held Aoyama’s hand at the table.
Koue’s palms were on fire.
Aoyama thought, her boxers must be having a flood.
Aoyama hadn’t had sex with a pregnant woman yet, and being able to copulate with Yukie would be a valuable experience.
Aoyama urged Yukie to stand up.
Under Koue’s wide sweater and pleated skirt, it was not at all obvious that her stomach had risen.
Is she really pregnant?
Aoyama was puzzled.
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Walking down the street in Shinjuku, Yukie took Aoyama’s arm.
The crowds on Sunday were no less crowded than the commute to and from work.
Koue hid half of her body behind Aoyama’s back, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to avoid the person who hit her from the front, touching her stomach, and she might have actually miscarried.
As we entered the hotel street, the pedestrians became fewer, and Koue was walking more like she was hiding behind Aoyama.
Aoyama chose a clean looking inn to go in.
When she walked into the room, Yukie couldn’t wait to get into Aoyama’s arms and ask for a kiss.
Pressing her body up harder, at this point, Aoyama felt her stomach really bulge.
“Go take a shower first and get your body cleaned up.”
Aoyama said after the kiss.
Koue nodded, her expression tense and her body trembling slightly.
“It’s the first time I’ve been to a place like this, and the first time I’ve been with a man other than my husband.”
Yukie’s voice was small, not unlike the woman who had just said she was going to have sex with a random man on the road.
There’s no use saying that kind of thing now, as Aoyama faces Yukie and removes his suit pants and underwear.
The liberated meat stick touched Yukie’s skirt.
Koue held the rod in a warlike grip.
“Ah…”
Yukie sighed as she leaned on Aoyama’s shoulder, her body shaking more and more.
Aoyama’s hand slipped inside Yukie’s skirt.
Possible pressure on the stomach, no pantyhose.
Dressed in knee-high stockings and wide panties, Aoyama slipped his hand into them.
Under the slightly bulging belly were hard pubic hairs, hardened by the drying of the overflowing nectar.
The slit of flesh underneath it was making a flood.
Fingers reach into the flood and stir.
“Ah… Shame on you…”
Yukie’s face was pressed against Aoyama’s chest.
If we continue to churn in the floodwaters, it may be too late to wash our bodies.
Aoyama pushed Yukie away and entered the bathroom, running water in the tub.
The bath and bedroom are separated by a sloped glazed window.
“See it all anyway, wash it together.”
Aoyama said to Yukie.
Seeing Yukie start to undress, Aoyama soaked in the tub and waited.
Yukie comes in with a shower cap and uses a towel to hide her pubic hair, while also revealing a slightly bulging belly.
The nipples and areolas were small enough to wash the crotch carefully, then soak in the water side by side with Aoyama in the wide bathtub.
Aoyama’s fingers entered the slit.
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It suddenly occurred to Aoyama that he might as well bond in the bathtub.
Water is buoyant, and relatively, the body weight will be reduced, and the weight pressing on Koue’s stomach should be reduced in the water, even with a normal posture.
Aoyama told Yukie what he thought.
“But will the water get inside the uterus? Will the water that goes in drown the fetus?”
Yukie felt uneasy.
“I had thought that was a good way to go, and it looks like I’m going to have to give it up.”
Aoyama said as he toyed with Koue’s little bud of flesh.
“But, having said that try it.”
Koue grabbed Aoyama’s rod.
After the two faced each other in the bathtub, Yukie rode onto Aoyama’s lap.
This combines the sitting positions.
There’s something wonderful about bonding in the water.
The water was warmer than the body temperature, and the rod was encased in the cooler flesh.
“Ah… good…”
Immediately after the bonding, Yukie began to move around.
The water between the two men was stirred up and sprayed in their faces.
In the water, Yukie’s weight appears lighter and less pressure is put on her abdomen, but she lacks stability due to the swaying of the water in the tub.
Koue also can’t move around freely because of the interference of water.
“As if it’s not free.”
Yukie frowned and said, “It’s better to be in bed.”
After continuing to move for a while longer, with both of them covered in water, Yukie stood up.
Aoyama also had the feeling that he was about to pass out from the heat.
As if it was too late to wipe the water from his body and get into bed.
Yukie could see more clearly that her abdomen was already bulging when she was lying on her back than when she was standing.
Spread your legs.
The labia are darker in color than the nipples, and only the base of the groove and the head of the meatus remain pink.
Aoyama gives a kiss on the pink beanstalk.
Castle Peak looks upward.
The bulging belly made the breasts that should have been visible completely invisible and the flavor seemed lighter.
“Ah…”
Pressing the tip of her tongue against the small bud of flesh, Yukie wiggled her ass, and the pleasure seemed to be the same as usual.
From the slit of the flesh overflowed nectar, which was not transparent, but slightly white and cloudy.
If in normal times, Aoyama would insert his finger into the flesh hole to check the state of its interior.
Aoyama omitted this formality, fearing that his fingers might touch the uterus.
Kouga also seems to want the meat stick to enter inside the flower core quickly, and keeps wiggling her ass.
Aoyama is on Yukie’s right side, making the left side of his body lie down on his side.
Lift Yukie’s right leg and use your own left leg, wrapping it around Yukie’s left leg.
The glans touched the slit and continued to push in.
Maybe it’s because of the pregnancy, the uterus is sagging and pressing on the meat hole, the depth seems to be reduced.
Aoyama didn’t want to reach in reluctantly, so he moved around as far as he could possibly get in and out.
“Is this the cross pose?”
Yukie asked while catching her breath.
“Yeah.”
“There’s no pressure at all, so that won’t be a problem in pregnancy.”
“Without pressure, the stimulation won’t reach the most sensitive nubs, and there will be less pleasure, I guess.”
“It won’t.”
Yukie began to press her own fingers against the nub and rub it.
“Ah…”
Koue’s head threw back and made a loud noise.
“So masturbation at the same time, nice try.”
Aoyama let Yukie stimulate her own pussy nucleus while he held the breasts.
The ability to use both hands freely, especially the right hand, is the advantage of the cross pose.
“Ah… good…”
Koue’s body shook dramatically.
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With the cross position, the man is also less stimulated, doesn’t have the pressure of the normal position, and moves more slowly.
As a result, Aoyama never developed the desire to explode.
Kouji is masturbating at the same time, thus shortening the time it takes to reach orgasm.
Yukie’s fleshy hole attracted the rod with force while clenching.
“Ah…”
Koue pushes the bond hard against Aoyama and bends her back backwards.
Twitching in the meat hole.
This is when Yukie reaches orgasm.
The raised back was lowered as well, and the fleshy hole began to loosen.
Aoyama’s rod was still erect.
Aoyama reached out to touch the nub, and Yukie’s body jumped a little.
“Don’t touch it, it tickles too much.”
Yukie’s face turned to Aoyama and said in a pleading tone.
“That’s proof that you’ve leaked.”
“What about you?”
Aoyama didn’t answer, letting his rod vibrate in Koue’s fleshy hole.
“Ah… no way!”
Yukie’s body jumped a little and let out a scream.
“You can last like that, my husband is faster than me every time, making it impossible for me to get enough.”
Yukie finished with a hard sigh.
“Be patient, soon the itch will turn to pleasure.”
Aoyama pinched and rubbed the nub.
Koue’s body throbbed, but didn’t say it tickled, probably ready to endure it.
Soon, the flesh hole regained its wrapping power.
“Ah… good…”
Yukie began to express pleasure again.
“Will it hurt if I leak like this a few times?”
“Stop if you’re worried.”
Aoyama was going to pull his meat stick out.
“Ah… don’t stop!”
Yukie’s body chases the meat stick.
“What if I miscarry?”
Aoyama asked as he looked Yukie in the eye.
“In case of miscarriage…”
Yukie laughed a little and said, “I want you to pay for it.”
“So…”
Aoyama came on top of Yukie, using his hands and knees to support his body weight as he accelerated his thrusts.
“Don’t you need to cross pose anymore?”
“If I still use the cross position, I might not be able to cum for hours, so…”
Soon, Aoyama tells Yukie that she’s about to cum.
“Me too.”
Koue kept lifting her ass from below to meet it.
As Aoyama spurted his semen, Yukie raised her chest high and reached her second orgasm.
“Thank you…”
Yukie cried out in orgasm.
Considering Yukie’s health, he rested for two hours at the hotel before leaving.
Hua Zhi’s body appeared to be very light and she didn’t walk like a pregnant woman.
Aoyama parted ways with Yukie at Shinjuku Station.
Koue’s short fleshy hole couldn’t be considered famous in any way, but Koue’s thank you made Aoyama feel satisfied.
The next week, Yukie came to the knitting classroom.
Aoyama walked over to Yukie’s side and asked in a low voice, “How’s your health?”
“Thanks to you, it’s great.”
Yukie showed a cheerful expression and said with a red face, “My husband is also hooked on cross-positioning.”
“Was there any follow-up on who you learned it from?”
“Yes, there was a cold sweat.”
“How did you answer?”
“I said that it was the healer who taught me using dolls.”
“Oh… is it a doll?”
“Weird? My husband says the same thing.”
A week later, Yukie’s stomach seemed to have forked out a bit.
“I’ve got a big belly, I guess, and now I’m in a girdle.”
Yukie’s expression was one of happiness.
Chapter 14 – Exciting Intercourse
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After leaving the knitting classroom, Yoko Okamoto returned.
Yoko Okamoto and Shigeo Aoyama have had anal sex before. Subsequently, afternoon rendezvous were also utilized.
The knitting class is organized by the company to promote knitting machines, and at the end of the day, you need to buy a machine. At this point, Yoko says she wants to buy it, but doesn’t have the money, and hasn’t come to the knitting class since, and hasn’t contacted Aoyama again.
“My husband got a raise and was finally able to buy the machine on layaway.”
That was Yoko’s reason for going back to class.
“That kind of relationship is also restored, okay?”
Yoko also asked for a resumption of physical relations upon her return.
She said her husband was still having premature ejaculation as before.
“If I hadn’t known you, maybe I’d still be happy. But after knowing you, intercourse with my husband seems tedious.”
Aoyama casually coped.
Recently, because of the expansion of socialization, a state of waiting for young women has developed. Now with the addition of Yoko, the waiting time for others will have to be extended again.
Still, add old flame Yoko to the list.
Aoyama has recently instituted himself as a day of rendezvous with the young women in the knitting classroom every Monday and Thursday.
Yoko, regardless of Aoyama’s timetable, makes a strong request.
Aoyama and Yoko form an escape after resuming their relationship.
Yoko finally sleeps with Aoyama.
“You’re the playboy.”
“What?”
“I looked into your situation.”
“┅”
“The results are amazing yeah! Most of the people in the knitting classroom have had sex with you.”
Yoko squeezed Aoyama’s rod hard.
“Ouch!”
“No wonder you avoided me, it struck me as odd from the start.”
“That’s because…”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“┅”
“What do you think of Yuko Nishizawa?”
“What about what? It’s not…”
“How is she?”
“Fine…”
“What do you mean okay!”
Yoko gripped the rod harder again and Aoyama cried out in pain again.
“How about we go for a ride to Otomo tonight with the three of us, Yoko?”
“What?”
“Not just any ride, of course, a ride where we ride into each other.”
“But… I don’t know if she’s willing to agree.”
“I’m going to talk to her, and I’m a little jealous of her because it’s prettier than me and it’s cute.”
“How do you talk to her?”
“Just say that if you won’t say yes, tell your husband everything and she’ll have to say yes.”
“That’s cruel.”
“That’s the way to do it.”
Yoko rubbed Aoyama’s rod and it quickly became erect.
Yoko rode Aoyama’s body, her ass slowly descending.
The meat stick slid smoothly into the core of the flower, and Yoko rocked her body back and forth.
“You’ve made great progress, did you learn it there?”
“Can you tell?”
Yoko stopped moving and looked down at Aoyama.
The meaty hole clamped down on the rod.
“Always and husband alone would not have made such progress.”
“You sure have the experience to see it right away. The truth is I was having an intimate relationship with my husband’s company manager.”
“And because you sucked all the cum out of that manager, you’ve come back to me.”
“Or you’re good, that manager did get a hard-on, and a man who can’t get an erection is no fun.”
Yoko finished and immediately resumed her rocking motion.
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Monday morning at 9:00 a.m. in front of the bakery near the knitting classroom, which was the time and place designated by Yoko.
Aoyama took this day off from work.
The bakery wasn’t open at this time of day, their hours didn’t start until ten in the morning.
Here with Yoko and Yoko, drive to Otomo for a drive. Have lunch and rest there, then come back.
When they arrived in front of the bakery at the appointed time, Yoko and Yuko were already waiting there.
Yuko’s expression was a bit unnatural, probably because she was forced to agree to go for a ride.
The two women got into the back seat of the company car driven by Aoyama.
Yuko’s expression remained raw, and only Yoko said happily, “I told Yuko that you’re related to Aoyama-sensei, and her face paled.”
Yoko looked happier and happier as she talked.
“She only sighed when I looked at her in pity and immediately said I was the same.”
“I was so scared when I heard you say that, I almost peed myself.”
Aoyama said as he saw Yuko puckering her mouth in the rearview mirror.
“Teacher, leaking urine is an indication of sensitivity, right?”
“I can’t remember.”
Aoyama replied vaguely, but his rod had long since swelled in his pants.
“Ah! What are you doing?”
Suddenly, Yuko was heard letting out a delicate cry.
“I need to make sure your body is sensitive.” Yoko said.
From the rearview mirror, he saw Yoko’s hand inside Yuko’s skirt.
“Don’t…”
Yoko blocks Yoko’s hand.
Yoko unbuttoned Yuko’s blouse and slipped her hand through the neckline.
“Ah…”
Yuko let out a gasp.
“Sure enough you’re sensitive.”
It was as if Yoko was pinching Yoko’s nipples.
“I want to see how you are.”
Yoko counterattacks.
Suddenly hugging Yoko tightly and kissing her, he also put his hand up his skirt.
“Ah…”
It was too late to block it, and Yoko’s hand entered inside.
“So no boxers.”
Surprised, Yuko said, “It’s still wet.”
Yuko pulled her hand out of her skirt and brought her fingers close to her nose, frowning, she said, “It smells like a man, you fucked your husband last night.”
“No!”
Yoko held Yoko’s fingers and rubbed them with her palm.
“You’re so slutty, you had to fuck your husband last night.”
After Yuko finished, she slipped her hand inside Yoko’s skirt again.
“Ah…”
Yoko shook her head and hugged Yuko desperately.
Yuko is in a dominant position.
Yoko’s skirt had been lifted up, exposing the roots of her thighs.
“Whew! Nucleus is erect too.”
“Ah…”
“Where’s the G-spot?”
“Uh…”
“Is it here?”
“Ah…”
“You called, and couldn’t figure out if it was here or not?”
“Ah…”
Aoyama saw Yuko’s fingers enter Yoko’s core in the rearview mirror.
Dudududu…
A large truck suddenly appeared in front of him, and Aoyama hurriedly turned the steering wheel, finally avoiding a car accident.
“Teacher, drive well.”
Yuko has regained her composure.
Aoyama just looked in the rearview mirror as the car unknowingly entered the opposite lane.
Aoyama takes one deep breath and lifts his spirits to pay attention to what lies ahead.
“Ah…”
“Your body squirmed, and I think it’s Yoko who’s the most sensitive.”
“Because your finger movements are so skillful.”
“It’s because women know women’s bodies best.”
Yuko smiled smugly.
“Ah… I can’t.” Yoko yelled.
“Whew! That leaked.”
Yoko mumbled.
From then on, the back seat was clear.
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Getting out of the car at the parking lot of Okutama, Aoyama took the two women down to the valley where the hot spring inn “Isshin-tei” was located.
After first arriving at the four-and-a-half-seat room, we went to the spa together.
Yoko was probably acting with a bit of laziness because she had been made to orgasm by Yoko.
Lunch was ready when we came up from the hot springs.
“Only one beer for three people.”
Yoko finished and brought a bottle of beer from the fridge.
She knew Aoyama was useless if she drank too much.
After dinner, take the dishes down the hall, get out the bedding, okay.
All three wore bathrobes with no underwear underneath.
After locking the door, lie down in the order of Yoko, Aoyama, and Yoko.
Yuko pulled open Aoyama’s robe and swallowed Aoyama’s rod into her mouth.
Yoko and Aoyama kiss and then let Aoyama suck on their breasts.
Letting the meat stick suck in his warm mouth and on the other hand sucking on the nipples, Aoyama started to get aroused.
“I’m going to squat on the teacher’s face.”
Yoko straddled Aoyama’s face and put her ass down.
The core of the flower separates to the left and right as it nears the green hill, revealing a pink underside.
The pink gash covered Aoyama’s mouth and Aoyama began to move his tongue.
“Ah…”
Yoko’s body jumped.
There was no smell of the man that Yuko had mentioned.
It’s probably from being carefully washed in the hot springs.
Fresh nectar gushed from the flesh as he kept moving his tongue.
Use your tongue to apply the nectar to the protruding little buds of flesh.
“Ah!”
Yoko’s body began to tremble.
Aoyama thought to himself that he would likely bond with Yoko first.
Yoko gets caressed by Aoyama with his tongue and her body completely softens. Yoko sucks on the meat stick, but doesn’t get caressed by Aoyama yet.
While thinking this, the sensation that surrounded the rod changed, it was a deep and tight surround.
It turned out to be Yuko combining from below.
Yuko was no less wet than Yoko, even though she hadn’t been caressed by Aoyama.
Yoko’s hands went to Yoko’s breasts.
Yuko’s body gradually moved downward.
“Oh…”
Breasts loved to Yoko’s caresses, the core of her flower was stimulated by Aoyama below with his tongue, and Yoko’s head was thrown back.
Yuko’s nectar flowed down to her scrotum.
Aoyama continued to attack Yoko with his tongue.
“Ah…”
Yoko’s body leaned against Yoko’s before flopping down on the bed to catch her breath.
She’s already had an orgasm.
Yoko changes from up and down motion to back and forth motion.
Aoyama uses both hands to support Yoriko’s body.
If we continue like this, Aoyama could explode.
“Ah…”
Yuko let out a grunt and stopped moving while her whole body trembled, a phenomenon of reaching orgasm.
The fleshy hole squirmed rhythmically, enveloping the rod.
The tempo gradually eases, and Yuko collapses onto Aoyama’s chest.
Only Aoyama didn’t ejaculate.
Aoyama leaves Yoko and gets up, slapping the two young women’s asses lightly to get them into a behind position.
The two asses were side by side, jutting out towards Castle Peak, their snow-white, plump asses indistinguishable from each other.
Aoyama began by thrusting into Yoko’s fleshy hole, making three or four powerful thrusting motions.
There was a great deal of force strangling the rod, as if to draw it deeper.
Aoyama suddenly pulled out his meat stick.
“Don’t…”
Yoko wiggled her ass in protest.
Ignoring Yoko’s displeasure, Aoyama thrust his rod into Yoko’s fleshy hole next to him.
“Oh…”
Yuko twisted her body and held her stomach with her hands.
“We’re going to meet…”
Yuko said in a pained voice.
Aoyama returned to Yoko once again.
Yoko’s ass also pushed up against Aoyama’s body.
It’s already reached orgasm, so it’s a quick recovery.
Aoyama kept thrusting in and out of Yoko’s meat hole until he ejaculated.
Phew!
The first wave shot into Yoko’s meaty hole.
Immediately pulling out his rod, he stuck it in Yoko’s meat hole and continued to squirt.
“Ah…”
Yuko also matched Aoyama’s jets and clamped down on her meat hole.
When Aoyama finished spraying and lay on his back, the two men scrambled to get a grip on the rod as if they were waiting there.
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“Rest, let me rest.”
The rod that had lost its strength was subjected to interactive oral sex by two women, and Aoyama felt that he couldn’t stand it.
“No rest!”
“The teacher was the one who woke us up when we were resting earlier.”
The two women continued to suck on the meat stick without mercy.
The skin of the glans was about to be worn through when the meat stick regained its spirit.
“It’s my turn this time.”
Yoko pushed Yuko away from her and used the horseback riding position.
From the start, the activity was violent and soon came up for air.
“I can’t! You come up here.”
Yoko lay on her back and then destroyed the urge.
“What’s wrong with you?” Yuko asked.
“It’s about to leak.”
“If you’re going to let it out, let it out.”
“No, I want to enjoy it more, I don’t want to let it out right away.”
“Look at her talking like that, let her let it out quickly.”
Yuko slaps Aoyama’s ass.
Aoyama plugged in from the top.
At some point, all three had removed their robes.
Yoko’s arms and legs are used to wrap Aoyama’s body.
The amplitude of Aoyama’s thrusts became smaller, and conversely, the force of the pressure on the pubic bone increased.
“Ah… I can’t…”
Green Mountain continues to add pressure.
“Ah… I… can’t…”
Yoko’s fleshy hole strangled Aoyama.
The force was more powerful than the previous back pose.
Yoko twists her body and Aoyama quickly holds Yoko tight or she will roll.
“EFFLUENT…”
Yoko rolled up her eyes and her whole body spasmed.
The power of the flesh hole clamping disappeared.
“My turn.”
Yuko was lying on her back next to Yoko.
Aoyama starts by kissing Yoko’s fleshy hole entrance, where the flavor is stronger than Yoko’s.
Taste the wicks and then combine.
There is a strong force surrounding the meat stick.
The riding position feels completely different from the normal position.
The strangulation force in the normal position is very high.
When fully inserted, the glans touches the bottom of the hole.
“Ah…”
Yuko slightly merged her legs together and moved her body upwards.
The depth of the bond would be shallower this way, and it’s possible that Yoko prefers a shallower bond.
Relatively, it could be that her hole is very sensitive.
Aoyama raised his ass slightly and rubbed his glans slightly near the hole, on the so-called G-spot.
“Ah…”
Yuko lifted her hips, this time asking for a deep bond.
Aoyama deliberately continued to attack the cave entrance.
“Ah… this… no… I can’t take it anymore…”
Aoyama held onto Yoko’s body and thrust in hard.
“Ah…”
Yuko cried out, producing a rhythmic writhing in her meaty hole.
“EFFLUENT…”
Yuko straightens her legs, a gesture that Yuko uses to reach orgasm.
Aoyama held back in the nick of time and didn’t cum.
The rod towers toward the ceiling when you pull it out and lie on your back.
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Aoyama was still confident that he could cum once each to each woman.
At this point, Yoko and Yoko embrace and kiss.
After the kiss, Yuko strokes Yoko’s nipples.
“Uh…”
Yoko also stroked Yoko’s nipples.
Kissing again, they put their hands on each other’s crotches.
“Yo, like a big flood.”
“Don’t you?”
Squeezing each other’s little nubs, their bodies spasmed at the same time.
Aoyama couldn’t help himself when he saw this.
“Let me join in.”
Aoyama wanted to get in between the two.
“Teacher, aren’t you taking a break? Just visit on that side.”
Both women simultaneously inserted their fingers into each other’s fleshy holes.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Yoko gave Yuko a mesmerized look.
“I’m the same way.” Yuko replied.
Yoko lay on her back and Yuko started stroking on it.
From her neck to her chin, Yuko’s tongue continued to lick at her breasts, nipples, navel, and thighs, non-stop.
“Ah…”
Yoko’s meaty hole overflowed with nectar.
Yoko’s nectar emitted a sheen as her legs slammed shut.
Yuko’s thin white fingers dipped into the nectar and coated the small buds.
“Let me do it at the end.”
Aoyama is trying to press Yoko’s body.
“Leave us alone!”
Yuko pushed Aoyama away.
Continue to lick up from paw to toe and calf to thigh.
“Ah… good…”
Yoko tilted her head back, exposing her snow-white throat, and made a sobbing sound.
Aoyama looked on and felt so aroused that he had to tighten his grip on his own rod.
The tip of Yoko’s tongue entered Yoko’s fleshy groove.
“Uh…”
Yoko raised her back.
Yuko lay down next to Yoko after just lightly stimulating the flesh buds.
Slowly caressing the side of Yoko’s body.
Yoko’s whole body spasmed just as she lifted her back.
Then the body spoiled and sighed deeply.
She’s already had an orgasm.
Yuko lies on her back, spreads her legs, and uses her own hand to stimulate her nub.
“Ah…”
A humming sound emerged from Yoko’s mouth.
Yoko sobered up at the sound and lazily raised her body.
Then he pressed down on Yuko’s body and sucked on a nipple.
“Finally, let me…”
Aoyama gripped his rod and tried to insert it into Yuko’s meaty hole.
“No!”
Yoko pushed Aoyama away.
“It’s not like there aren’t any men, here I am.”
Aoyama protested when he was pushed away.
“Ah… Yoko…”
Yuko sounded so bitter.
Yoko kisses Yoko and pinches her nipples.
“Ah… good…”
Yuko’s legs opened and closed, and the movement of her fingers on her pussy core went from caressing to vibrating.
“Oh…”
Yuko clamped her hands together with her legs and tilted her head back hard.
Yoko kisses Yuko tenderly.
Yuko’s whole body trembled.
Aoyama couldn’t help but rub his rod harder.
Aoyama’s rod finally exploded.
The spewed semen landed on Yuko’s stomach.
It was a shame that he had to masturbate when there were two naked women in front of him, Aoyama thought.
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