Female Teacher M’s underneath

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Chapter 1: Female Teacher M’s Underwear

A highly confidential dictation survey file commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer is still ongoing.

@Suga Hidemitsu, 39 years old, runs a stationery store.

Last year near winter vacation.

Suga was so depressed that he was called by the school along with his fifth-grade son, who was a student at X-school. It’s because his son Naomitsu has been misbehaving again.

My son stubbornly kept his mouth shut and refused to tell what the trick-or-treating was about. Doesn’t want to leave a bad impression on the school because he runs a toy store.

“It’s not convenient here, please come to the classroom.”

The instructor, Torii Manabu, wore a dark blue suit that showed off her curves, and showed a serious expression as she led the way. I had seen her three times before, and she was a beautiful woman with a Nordic look.

The pupils are cold and deep, the nose is straight and the mouth is large, and the skin is white. He is said to have been a teacher for one year and eight months.

“Mr. Suga, please have a seat.”

Torii Manabu sat down face to face with Suga and her son in the classroom, squeezing a smile on her face.

Torii’s eyes were like the deep waters of the Arctic, with a grim air of rejection.

Instead of smiling, her eyes looked like she was angry, perhaps confused.

“Naomi Suga, did you tell father about that incident?”

Manabu asked in a gentle tone. With the purse by his side, was he planning to go straight home after the talk.

“It doesn’t say, I’m going back!”

Without knowing where the courage came from, my son, as if he didn’t give a damn about the teacher, stood up and stormed out the back door of the classroom.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to apologize.”

If he hadn’t been running a stationery store, Suga would have left with his son. Now he had to stay and prepare to admire the female teacher’s appearance again.

“May I ask the teacher what my son has done? It’s my responsibility as a father to discipline him badly. Was it lifting the skirt of a female student? Is it the so-called sexual harassment?”

“It’s…this…that bothers me.”

Much to her surprise, Mafan took one look at Suga and lowered her head, batting her long eyelashes.

“Mr. Suga, do you have a moment? It’s still hard to talk in the classroom.”

Mafan bit her lower lip and held the square French-made purse that was not what a teacher was supposed to use.

–walking in the opposite direction of the station at sunset. It seemed certain that something inconvenient for others to hear was taking place.

Suga was more or less nervous.

“What’s going on, Sensei?”

“Can this…be kept a secret? Honestly…the problem is me.”

“Oh, I’ll keep it secret, or let’s hook our fingers.”

“What a father and son, ah, sorry, hook it up then.”

Mafan held out her small, almost pale fingers, so slender that she couldn’t see her knuckles.

Suga hooked it with his small hand. It was very wet, much to his slack surprise.

“That’s a relief.”

Not like a serious looking person with a soft speaking voice.

“It was Naomitsu who took my very important underwear from the corner of the closet. I’m sorry, it was dirty underwear in patent leather.”

Makabane’s words seemed long organized.

“I’m really sorry, let me pay for it, how much is that worth?”

If his son had stolen the teacher’s underwear, there was really no way to explain it, so Suga had to bow deeply, thinking to himself that that boy Naomitsu had turned out to have such guts.

“A little over twenty thousand, no, that’s not what I meant, I was hoping that it would be returned to me in secret, or disposed of. Mr. Suga, understand what I mean.”

Saying that, Manabu made a face that was on the verge of tears.

“Ms. Torii, why is that underwear problem so serious?”

“This…Mr. Suga, please understand, please, that’s dirty.”

In the winter, with sweat on his forehead, Mafan stammered.

“Excuse me teacher, did my son go to play and then steal it from the laundry basket? No, from the closet…is that a perverted sex thing?”

“Yes, no…ah…what to do…I don’t know how to explain.”

Mafan’s face reddened to her ears.

“No problem teacher, I’ll call right after him, there’s a pay phone right there.”

Suga walked toward the pay phone, put in the coins, and pressed the buttons.

“Dad, I didn’t steal it, I was just disappointed. Stuffed it in the gap between the closet and the wall and came back. That stuff stinks, and I hate teachers.”

The son replied without hesitation.

In that case…a little lesson for this normally godly teacher…

“My son says it’s a false accusation. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, but can I see the teacher’s room?”

“This…this…”

“My son is indeed bad, but there has to be proof.”

Suga didn’t wait for Mafan’s answer and stopped a cab.

– – Soon afterward, the thirteenth floor of the fifteen-story apartment was reached. Mafan didn’t object firmly, which meant he hadn’t lived with a man yet.

One bedroom with a full kitchen and toilet is a very cozy room.

“Got it! Found it!”

Suga walked into the room and inserted the long chopsticks he used for cooking into the gap between the closet and the wall, pulling out brown patent leather panties and a bra.

Put it in front of your nose and smell it, it doesn’t stink as much as my son describes it, the smell of leather combined with the rancid smell of urine, and there are scarring on the surface of the leather.

Not just any underwear indeed, with holes in the butt area.

“I’m sorry…I’m not qualified to be a teacher, and because of that, more suspicious.”

Instead of snatching the lacquered underwear away, Mafan just looked at Suga resentfully.

“Teacher is still single, right. Wearing this underwear to play with your lover? Or do incestuous things…”

After looking at the iron clasp on the edge of the patent leather that surrounded the pussy, reverse the triangle.

“No, please believe me…it’s a person…longing…so himself…”

“However, this is a strong flavor, not a typical situation.”

“Ah…I’m sorry…because of the smell…that’s why…”

Mafan collapsed onto the collapsed tatami mat and began to cry.

“I am well acquainted with the charms of women who are aromatic.”

Indeed, Suga smelled the perfumed fragrance emanating from his son’s mentor. As well as the smell of the patent leather underwear held in his hand, it produced an incredible excitement.

“Mr. Suga, you’re telling lies, aren’t you, to be polite.”

Mafan sits sideways on the carpet her short skirt lifted up exposing her thighs, indicating whimpering with the rise and fall of her breasts. The skin was so white it was almost sickly, adding a wonderful sensuality.

“I’m not lying. It would be best if the teacher wore this patent leather lingerie for me to look at, I think it would be wonderful.”

“That’s…that’s not allowed. You’re the parent of a student you’ve only met three times…”

Suga was delighted to hear Mafan correctly state the number of times they had met.

“If you won’t, I’m going to go public with this…oh, I’m sorry, of course I won’t do that.”

“I trust Mr. Suga, in fact, Naofumi has a very firm mouth. However, I can’t make a decision right away, can you give me a week?”

Suga was calculating in his mind that it was a really rare and great opportunity, so he should hold on to it.

“Life is short, especially female youth. So forget all the unpleasant things and have fun.”

This kind of words to convince a woman were only said in a bar, and Suga’s words weren’t sharp when confronted with a beautiful female teacher.

“How do you mean pleasure-seeking, Mr. Suga is very good at enjoying life, isn’t he?”

Makabane was just as unable to say anything good. Perhaps more or less regaining her composure, she straightened her bangs with an embarrassed expression.

Showing a broad forehead that shows intelligence.

“Teachers are the same, aren’t they, and will play with this smelly and perverted patent leather underwear.”

“Put it this way…I’ll…that…”

Mafan plucked the rug’s hair with his fingers.

“Teacher, do you wear this underwear and beat men with a whip?”

Being beaten with a whip or cane, even if it was a beautiful young female teacher who did it, must have hurt, Suga thought.

“It’s the opposite…my ideal is to be abused…ah…I’m pretty abnormal I guess.”

“No, normal people are more or less perverted too. Better put the patent leather underwear on for me.”

Suga deliberately rubbed his fingers over the place where the patent leather panties and the woman’s pussy joined.

“Suga-san is also really…let’s put it this way…just wear normal underwear, right?”

Mafan stood up shakily and walked into the next room. The sound of stockings and petticoats being removed is heard.

But after the sound of clothes rubbing stopped, came the sound of sobbing.

Is it a teacher’s pride that is hurt, if he commits suicide it will be a problem. Suga hurriedly opened the door.

“Teacher, are you okay.”

“Yes…I didn’t keep my promise…”

Mafan hugged her legs and sat on the carpet, both eyes red and wearing a purple, almost all lace bra and panties, a look that fueled Suga’s lust even more.

“In that case, wait until the next time to enjoy your teacher in her underwear.”

Suga said with great effort to restrain his desire.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s today.”

“So, what are you sad about?”

“Because giving is not a favorite…”

“Well, to be fair.”

“No, showing a body in lingerie to someone I don’t like…creates a strong tickling sensation. This kind of love makes me suffer.”

Mafan was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, fifteen years apart from Suga, and probably couldn’t balance mentally and physically, and spoke in an ill-organized manner.

“Teachers are still young, and it must be mentally stressful to have a principal on top and a student like my son messing around.”

“If that’s the reason, I can forgive myself. But would you despise me so much that you just put on new underwear and it turned out like this.”

Mafan parted her thighs slightly, and the bottom half of the bulge in her panties did turn black, as if she was incontinent.

“That’s the kind of woman I am, feel free to play with it if you still can.”

Makabane kept shaking her head and uttering words of self-abuse.

Snow-white thighs and abs tinted slightly pink.

Suga, in an effort to take away Mafan’s bitterness at not being able to agree on love and sex, sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders before turning her face around and kissing the sensuous lips.

The surface of the lips is cool, but has thickness and elasticity.

“Mmm…uh…ah…”

It hadn’t even been five seconds since he made his refusal, and probably Makabandi, wanting to get rid of the demons in his mind with kissing, began to react strongly.

Suga’s tongue went into Mafan’s mouth.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Mafan’s nostrils flared slightly, and he wrapped his tongue around it as well.

Suga suppressed his immediate desire to play with the stamen, pulled back the bra and held the breasts.

The full breasts were full of elasticity and the nipples were probably infected and beginning to protrude.

“Ah…well…feel free to get it there too.”

Unable to continue the kiss, Makabane leaned his upper body back.

“Who gave you a taste of patent leather underwear? Teacher, no, Mafan.”

Suga rubbed his palms lightly through the pubic mound, through a layer of boxers.

“Mr. Suga, forgive me, I can’t say…”

“Yeah? Then it will have to stop.”

Suga found the nub of her pussy from her boxers and pressed her fingers back and forth, then moved his hand above the pubic mound to make her fuck sharply.

“Ah…Mr. Suga is bullying me…it’s just too light from the trunks…I can’t stand it anymore…”

Mafan finished, her lips turning into an O as she gasped.

“Mr. Suga…I’ll tell you…so feel my buds quickly.”

“Well, who was that guy?”

“Only three times, but I still can’t forget it. That guy was a lecturer at the university and couldn’t get hard…relatively, and made me do a lot of humiliating things. I’ve already told you, use your fingers quickly.”

“Not yet!”

After Suga grabbed the front of Mafan’s boxers, he turned them with force, causing them to turn into a band. It was a technique learned from the barmaid at the Shinjuku bar.

Pulling and releasing like this rubs the nub and labia.

“Ah…Suga-san…will there be a smell there now.”

Makabane asked as she gently wiggled her ass on one side.

“Well…”

Suga’s nose was close to Mafan’s pussy to sniff it.

It does have a sweet and sour aroma with the tartness of grade miso. It’s a special flavor for women before full maturity, and it’s not off-putting.

“A little overpowering, probably too sexy for my taste.”

Suga purposely said things that would confuse Mafan.

“Ah…sure enough…annoying?”

From Mafan’s words, Suga realizes that the female teacher has an inferiority complex about her own taste.

“No, honestly, it’s a great flavor.”

“Ah…thanks, that college teacher made me smell there so many times that I became a fan of patent leather.”

“So it is.”

“It was only three times, but all three times I had to wear patent leather underwear and refused to let me wash it.”

Probably forced to get used to smelling her own sweat and nectar and becoming obsessed with it. So Suga decided to take off her panties and put them on her nose and mouth.

“Ah… Suga-san… forcing me to smell that smell too…”

Mako’s mouth becomes unclear, but wiggles her ass harder, spilling a lot of nectar.

At this point, Suga’s main concern was, of course, Mafan’s pussy, the curly pubic hair wet against the pubic mound.

The buds of the nubs may be slightly red and swollen from the friction of the boxers, but of course the foreskin has been ruffled to reveal the red buds.

The petals are fatter on the right side and the fresh red color lets you know that it has not been used much here.

“Mr. Suga, please, I’m dying. But don’t stick it in, just let me leak.”

Mafan makes selfish demands.

The demand for “don’t stick it in”…

The tip of her nose quirked again, did she want to smell her own nectar-stained panties?

“Mafan, isn’t it too weird to not want a man to stick it in at this level? Is it a dangerous period?”

Sudo decided not to give her the smell of his boxers and took off and lost his own pants and underwear.

Bringing the hard erect rod close to Makoto’s beautiful cheeks, it was slapped and pressed against the half-open lips.

“Mr. Suga is so bad, knowing full well what’s wrong with me…and I’m getting married next January…”

Mafan turned her face away after stating the reason why she wouldn’t swallow the rod in her mouth. But her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish out of water, and she was breathing very rapidly.

“Is it with that college teacher?”

“How can that be, I’m on a blind date. He’s on the Board of Education, and this is to forget that I have a perverted sexual fetish myself. Ah…I’m willing to kiss. Ah…Suga-san’s also has a strong flavor…ah…”

Mafan swallows Suga’s rod into her mouth, not skillfully enough, but rubbing the rod with both sides of her tongue.

“Mmm…Mr. Suga’s is so big…”

Suga knew he had a bigger sex organ than that college teacher, and for a moment, reveled in the feeling of superiority.

Taking the sixty-nine position, Suga puts his rod in Mafan’s mouth and rims the ripe, red, swollen woman’s sex with his fingers.

“Ah…really…I like that too…”

Suga sucked hard on the nub and the fleshy opening, and immediately Mafan’s ass began to quiver.

“Ah…I’m sorry, there’s no way to kiss it because it’s too big…”

Mafan spits the rod out of her mouth as if asking for a rest. Suga’s doppelganger loses its target and feels lonely.

“How many times have you sucked on a man’s thing and I’m the first?”

Suga couldn’t help but say things that he would regret saying, because Mafan’s oral sex skills really weren’t good enough.

“I don’t like asking that, Mr. Suga.”

“Fair enough.”

“But the truth is, there really wasn’t much experience. It wasn’t until I met that teacher in college that I lost my virginity.”

“How could it be.”

“I’m not lying to you, it’s my fantasies that make me this way.”

“Yeah? How do you get it when you’re alone?”

“We’ll talk about that later, anyway, my own kinky sexuality comes from my own self-love.”

As if Mafan was remembering what she had done when she masturbated again, or to comfort Suga, she used her hand to spread her pussy lips apart, revealing the bright red walls of flesh inside her meaty hole for Suga to see.

“So…there’s no way for me to really love the opposite sex, I’m a self-idea person.”

Mafan kept talking like a different person.

Suga develops an empty feeling of unloved attention and is tempted to gag this son’s mentor, thinking of course of Mafan’s sexual proclivities.

“Mafan, be quiet or the pleasure will escape.”

Suga once again coiled himself between Mafan’s straddles and shoved the nectar-stained panties into Mafan’s mouth, not forgetting to put the bottom part of the pants over Mafan’s nostrils.

Mafan kept shaking her head as if generating sex. The fact that nectar kept overflowing from her slit was the best proof of that.

But odorless and tasteless.

“Mafan, feel good?”

“Mmm…mmm…”

True Sail let out a grunt and nodded at the same time.

Suga inserted his middle and index fingers hard into his flesh hole in order to make Mafan let out once first with just his fingers.

Immediately there is a strong strangulation of the fingers, especially in the middle section with the hole the contraction is very strong.

“Well? Stimulate your here too.”

The belly of Suga’s thumb pressed against the pubic core and rubbed it.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Mafan let out a grunt before straightening his limbs.

Mafan seems to be having an orgasm.

–Son’s mentor, Mafan, had been asleep for nearly thirty minutes, and Suga was starting to get a little worried.

“Ah…I…oh really…I’ll go shower.”

Makabane’s sleepy look was again charming in a different way, with slightly puffy eyes and continuous yawning. Grabbing her soiled underwear, she draped a blanket over her body.

“It’s a shame to wash your body, isn’t it, and doesn’t it add to the sexiness to continue?”

“It’s… won’t you hate it?”

“I’m a person who values the other person’s wishes, so please wear this.”

Suga picked up the brown patent leather panties and bra. Now he could somewhat understand the feelings of the university teacher who had made Mafan wear such a lot of sweat and nectar.

“Mr. Suga, is it true that you won’t belittle me?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, Mr. Suga hasn’t ejaculated yet, is it pure lust that makes you say such things?”

“Honestly, there’s that too, I guess.”

“Want me to get it out of you with my hands or mouth? That might change your mind.”

The calm attitude now was a far cry from the indifferent attitude of a moment ago.

“No, no need. Or can you let me in, please? Anal is fine.”

“Does Mr. Suga mean my anus?”

“Yeah, these patent leather trunks, don’t they have holes under the butt?”

Suga makes a point of showing the holes in his patent leather boxers to Mafan.

“Ah…I remember.”

Mafan suddenly put her hand on her forehead and staggered down to the carpet.

Suga produced a bitter mood, did the conditioning of the university teacher still remain deep in Mafan’s heart? But Suga thought that he had no right to be jealous.

“Ah… I’m sorry, to be honest, I get more pleasure from my ass. I just had pleasure in the front for the first time, making me not understand myself either.”

Mafan narrated in a weak voice.

“You’re blessed with a strong sex tape all over your body like that, and it’s a great thing.”

“It can be intensely sexy to be in that excretory organ…to feel embarrassed…and to feel strange…”

Exactly young women who are still mentally unbalanced. Mafan is already a teacher and still bows her head like a lower grade school student asking for forgiveness.

“This is often the case. Christians are in the Old Testament penalizing male homosexuality, so on the contrary, some people will desperately want anal sex. You may be left with the after-effects of being young, but that’s okay.”

Suga disclosed what he had read in the magazine.

“In that case…I’ll wear patent leather underwear…please turn your body around…ah…my heart feels like it’s about to explode…pounding.”

To the unwashed patent leather underwear, Manabu seemed to have become intoxicated and her body began to tremble.

Suga turned around and waited for Mafan to change her underwear.

The mirror on the wall, however, reflected most of Mafan’s body.

Her waist was thin, her ass plump and round, and she was snow-white and scarless where the sun didn’t shine.

The rubbing of patent leather was heard, as well as the sound of buckling iron clasps.

“Mr. Suga…it’s ready…check it out…”

“Well…it fits.”

Suga compared the bra, which still had the sheen of patent leather, to the panties, which had lost their luster from being stained with honey and sweat.

Overall, the clean white body matches the tan patent leather very well.

“Do you have anything here like a rope or a whip, I want to punish you now.”

“What?”

In a flash, True Sail’s eyes flashed with a demonic luster.

“There’s something to substitute for it, is there?”

“Are you going to torture me?”

“Exactly.”

Suga spoke up, confused by such formalized sadism and intensely curious at the same time.

“It’s in…the bottom drawer of the closet.”

Mafan’s voice was low, but audible.

Suga pulled open a drawer and saw underneath the many undergarments not a leather whip, but a racehorse cane, with no rope, but sturdy leather handcuffs.

Feeling more or less repulsed, but it was worth it to play with such a beautiful woman.

“Okay, Mafan, I’ll torture you.”

When you hold a cane in your right hand and handcuffs in your left hand, a whole different atmosphere immediately emerges. In fact, these small props are very sophisticated premium items.

“Yes…please.”

Mafan put his hands behind his back and turned to Masuka.

Suga, though he still hadn’t gotten the hang of it, made it simple when he put the leather handcuffs on Mafan’s wrists, just three iron clasps.

“Mafan, I won’t be polite.”

“Yes…please don’t push too hard when it really hurts, ah…just saying that makes my ass start scratching.”

Mafan, in order to make it easy for Suga to hit with the leather cane, dropped to both knees, supported his body with his chin, and raised his buttocks high in the air.

Through the hole in the patent leather trunks, not only could you see your anus, but even your pussy was showing.

Snap!

Suga swung from Mafan’s waist to the lacquered leather trunks, immediately ringing out with a crisp sound. But it was immediately clear that the force was not enough.

“Mmm…and harder…Mr. Suga…this is very comfortable.”

Mafan said as she wiggled her ass. There was fresh nectar on the patent leather boxers.

Pop! Pop! Snap!

The cane hits the patent leather trunks, and since it doesn’t make a big impact, Mafan wiggles her ass rhythmically.

“Ah… good… slowly getting a feel for it. By this time, the place where the panties are should be red and swollen. Mr. Suga, let’s change it somewhere else too…”

You can tell Mafan revels in the atmosphere of psychosexual abuse.

In any case, Mafan’s anus, perineum, and exposed ass turned red.

A dark brown map forms at the bottom of the patent leather trunks.

This sexual play also caused Suga to begin to revel. Squatting behind Mafan’s ass, he used the handle of the leather cane right up to his anus. This part was a little softer than a penis when erect, three centimeters in diameter, thinner than a penis, but quite long in length.

“Mr. Suga, don’t rush me. Hurry up and become a cold-blooded man to torture me…”

“So, let me stick it in the front, okay?”

“Don’t, just forgive me on this one.”

“Mafan, is today a dangerous day?”

“No, my virginity was lost on this cane. So, truly, I’m going to give it to the man who marries me. Mr. Suga, please understand. But the ass is experienced, and I’m relaxed.”

Mafan’s anus was ripe and red and swollen, and also had a larger feel to it. Each petal was soft as if it were soft. Also, it rumbled and dented all at once like it was demanding a rod of flesh or a foreign object, much like an animal squirming.

“Well here…how about this?”

Suga started by running his fingers over Mafan’s red buds.

“Ah…good…good…”

Mafan’s anus sucked on Suga’s pinky finger with suction-like force.

“But…it’s still thicker, right…”

Mafan lifted her ass higher.

“Yeah? How about this?”

Suga put his middle and index fingers together and inserted them firmly into the anus.

“Ah…good…”

Mafan’s anus was indeed amazingly sensual, the hole pinching Suga’s fingers to the point of pain.

“Okay, now for the cane.”

After Suga pulled out his finger, he used the handle of the cane to rotate it on one side and insert it into his anus on the other.

“Ah…I’m sorry…I’m going crazy…ah…”

The cane was inserted about seven centimeters in and Mafan began to shake her ass desperately.

“Ah…I’m sorry…I can’t…ah…”

The son’s mentor then fainted with his hands cuffed behind his back. The patent leather panties were almost black from the amount of nectar they were covered in.

This one slept for less than a minute.

“So you have the body that can reach orgasm before and after. Mafan, your motor nerves are pretty good too, aren’t they.”

“Probably, at least it’s better than your son… hehehe…”

“He’s got a dull motor nerve, maybe it’s in my genes.”

“It doesn’t matter, he’s quite spirited. It’s because he hid my underwear that we have games like this. Don’t worry, I’ll give him an A in PE next semester.”

“Oh, thank you for that.”

Taking it as a thank you, Suga carefully caressed from the patent leather panties, rubbing his palms over his anus and pussy.

“Mafan, it’s better for me to broadcast into the front.”

“That’s because it’s not cumming that’s why you’re saying that, isn’t it. It’s better to insert it in the anus, okay? Otherwise I feel sorry for my future husband.”

“Mafan, leaking out in front with fingers and tongue, or an anal orgasm with the cane…which is better?”

“This…the front is deep and wide, the back hole is scratchy, if I’m honest, it’s the front that’s better, that’s why I think I’m sorry for the person I married. Ah…please don’t use your fingers in the front like that…I’ll feel the need.”

“Well, in that case, remove the cuffs and insert them in the back.”

Suga was more or less disappointed, but he wanted to cum quickly and remove the handcuffs from Mafan’s hands.

“To be naked? That would be more sexy than patent leather underwear, right? I’ve already been satisfied twice, so this time it’s Suga-san’s choice.”

“Well, soiled patent leather underwear is nice, but getting the smell of a college teacher is not something I’m too fond of.”

“Are you jealous? I feel happy.”

Mafan let out a snort of laughter as she voluntarily removed her bra and panties.

“Mr. Suga, can you buy me new ones? I can’t easily buy them myself, and I can’t tell my husband that I have this hobby.”

“Yeah, that means you’ll still be willing to meet with me in the future.”

“Yes, but would Mr. Suga have a problem with that?”

“Just don’t let your son, your wife, and your school know.”

“Me too, it’s nice for me to be able to keep a secret.”

“Uh…”

Mafan has a slim body with toned breasts and ass. After admiring it for a while, Suga lifts Mafan’s legs up high.

“As it is, pussy and anus are on the same level…it looks better to have a pussy…pretending to get the wrong position…”

“Suga-san is also really…is he deliberately making me anxious? This position is even more embarrassing than wearing patent leather pants with holes in them. Hurry up…”

Mafan held her legs up high and looked at Suga with a resentful look. I don’t know if she was looking forward to the insertion of the rod or not, but Mafan’s stomach kept rising and falling.

“How about this…?”

Suga smeared the secretions from the horse’s mouth onto Mafan’s anus, lightly touching the petals and the nub as if in passing.

“Please…stick it in the ass hole…”

Ignoring Mafan’s request, Suga presses the side of his rod against the slit and the nub, rubbing it back and forth in order to focus Mafan’s erogenous zones on the fleshy hole in front of him.

“Mr. Suga…I got it…just insert it in the front…”

Makabane demanded as she wiggled her ass as if she couldn’t hold back.

“When you say front, I don’t know where it is, and I should make it clear.”

In order to get Mafan to recognize where the source of pleasure lies, Suga teases with words.

“Ah…don’t…I can’t say it.”

Suga inserted his rod two centimeters into Mafan’s fleshy hole and then stopped.

“Ah…yes…more…please…Mr. Suga…”

Makabane’s fleshy hole kept contracting and twisted her body as if she was very sad.

“No way! Where is it going to be? You’ve got to say.”

“Ah…I said…thrust deep inside the cunt…”

Mafan demanded in a sobbing voice. The moment she said that, nectar gushed out from her meat hole.

Suga utilized his weight and in one fell swoop he drove his rod deep inside Mafan’s inner hole.

“Ah…uh…well…I’m going to pass out again…ah…uh…”

Mafan’s womb wriggled and twisted as the meaty hole wrapped around the rod and strangled at the opening. Mafan seemed to be leaking again.

The beautiful face is even more bewitching.

“Just bear with me a little longer, and we’ll come together.”

Suga began to speed up the piston movement.

“Ah…I can’t hold back…ah…Mr. Suga…forgive me…”

Mafan says she herself lost her virginity with the handle of a cane, but the construction of her inner hole is innately soft and flexible.

The meat stick made a plopping sound as it went in and out, bringing out tons of nectar.

“Umm…I can’t…um…”

Mafan let out a lustful grunt as her flesh hole spasmed, strangling the rod even tighter.

Suga also finally started to ejaculate.

–The subsequent circumstances of these two men cannot be recounted here.

Chapter 2 – Beauty’s Mesh Pantyhose

A highly confidential dictation survey file commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer is still ongoing.

@Ta Kubosu, thirty-nine years old, serves the Belt Manufacturing Company.

A small late fall hurricane, stronger than the northwesterly, brought cold rain that beat down on the railroads along the Sea of Japan coast.

Approaching dusk.

Trams with only two cars were parked on the platform.

The radio in the car said in an apologetic tone, “It may not be fixable yet.”

Tadakubo was on his way back from a business trip, in no particular hurry, and wanted to see the huge waves of the sea and walk off the platform.

From the other compartment came down the stunningly beautiful woman. With a large backpack slung over her shoulder, she makes you think that she is going to work or traveling.

The dark brown mesh leggings are eye-catching.

Probably because of the long slender legs, the coat and skirt on her body were quite short.

“How rude, staring like that.”

The young girl glared at Tanakubo Hideto with this expression and walked onto the land bridge.

This woman must have a strong personality, thought Takeshi. When she looked up, her coat and skirt swayed like a parachute, almost visible at the base of her thighs.

Maybe twenty-three or four, and glared downward at Tadakubo again, as if blaming him for peeking where he shouldn’t.

Tadakubo hastily lowered his head, feeling guilty for peeking from the bottom up.

The woman’s skirt and coat were blown up by the strong wind as she walked down from the land bridge.

This time the woman didn’t look back, just pressed her hands against her coat and hemmed skirt as she walked toward the ticket collector.

Watching Tanakubo generates lust, wanting to get home earlier and strip his wife, Eiko, of her clothes.

Passed through the ticket collection gate with seven or eight other travelers.

Even though it’s a small station, there is a “Tourist Hotel Desk” where a middle-aged lady sits, looking bored.

The young woman glanced around, probably thinking it was too windy outside, and headed for the desk, probably asking for a hotel referral.

Tanakubo decided to do the same.

“Even if there’s a storm, right, how can one person do it.”

The middle-aged lady chattered in a very heavy country accent, then looked at Tadakubo.

“Hmm? Is it father and daughter, or brother and sister? Forget it, don’t fight, how about living together.”

Without asking the young woman or Tadakubo what they thought, they started calling.

“I am indifferent, in the big room, just sleep in one corner each.”

“Ah…it’s…”

The woman lowered her head and clenched her lips in thought.

–There are countless white waves on a deep blue ocean.

Upon arriving at the ryokan, the woman certainly didn’t drop her guard, just stood by the window looking out over the Sea of Japan at night, and didn’t change out of her robe, let alone introduce herself.

“Then I’ll drink alone first.”

In the awkward atmosphere, Tanakubo picked up the bottle of wine that the waiter had brought him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me pour you a drink.”

The young woman still kept her serious expression, holding the bottle with an unnatural motion. Now this was a sign of goodwill, like saying it might be safer at night.

“Thanks, and you?”

“Oh, I’ll have a drink too.”

A small smile appeared on the woman’s face as the glass was brought to her lips. There was probably a decent amount of alcohol to be had, and it was drunk in one go.

“This sake smells good, can I…call home?”

The young woman said with a sigh.

“Be my guest, ma’am, the cost is nothing to worry about.”

Tadakubo felt that the comment was redundant, that it might make her paranoid, and felt some regret.

“Is it mom? It’s Rae…is it on TV yet? The train doesn’t work, the guy called, just tell him I’ll be on a plane back tomorrow, don’t worry.”

As if to save money on the phone bill, the phone was quickly put down, and it could be inferred from the conversation that the woman was either engaged or married and named Rae.

“Where does this lady live?”

“Please don’t ask.”

Rae shook her head side to side and drank.

In the awkward atmosphere, Tanakubo also drinks.

“Mr. and Mrs., it’s time to lay out the sleepers.”

The old lady from the hotel came in and said.

“Mister must be very proud to have such a young and beautiful wife. But it’s also a strain, isn’t it, should I call a masseuse?”

“Okay.”

The storm wind blew on the window and creaked. Thinking that this must not be good for sleeping, Tadakubo agrees to the old woman’s suggestion.

The young woman did pull the quilt back another fifty centimeters or so, took off her sweater and skirt, and dove headfirst under the covers in her mesh pantyhose and petticoat that barely covered her ass.

“Ahem, it’s this room, isn’t it?”

The old masseur walked in and sat down next to the older woman.

“Let’s start with Mrs. Yearning.”

Before he could finish he lifted the quilt and pushed the young woman’s body so that she was lying prone. Then in on her waist and began massaging both shoulders.

“Ah…Mr. Masseur.”

The young woman squirmed in panic.

“Don’t say anything, your shoulders are so hard, like ice, someone like that must be constipated.”

The masseur continued to rub the woman’s back and neck, looking very skillful.

“Ah…uh…”

The aged woman did not speak or move.

The masseur sits on the woman’s buttocks and massages in the back, waist, either hard or rubbing.

“Sir, the fact that the wife’s skin is smooth and elastic, while her shoulders and back are hard, is proof that there is no pain for her.”

The masseuse mistook them for a couple and spoke to Takeshi in a scolding tone.

“Ma’am…right?”

“Oh…uh…”

The beautiful woman who said nothing replied vaguely to the masseuse’s words as well.

The young woman’s gesture of receiving a massage felt sexy to Tanakubo’s eyes. Not his own woman, but wonderfully jealous.

“Ma’am, how about…this area…”

The masseur kept rubbing his thick hands over the petticoat.

“Oh…yes…”

The young woman did not resist and lay still.

As Tanakubo raised his upper body to observe, the masseur was not only using his hands, but also his tailbone to rhythmically shake the woman’s ass and groove, no less…

“Sir, for both men and women, it works best here and gets stronger.”

The masseuse sits in a position that moves from the woman’s buttocks to her thighs and then applies acupressure to the underside of the buttocks mound.

“Ma’am, it works, doesn’t it? Does it tickle?”

The masseuse asked.

“Yes…um…uh…”

The woman’s voice seemed to acknowledge that there was sexiness there.

“Are these rough pantyhose popular in Tokyo? Not only are they not sexy, they’re not easy to rub. Look carefully, sir, the center of the foot is the most important thing, both for health and eroticism.”

The masseur’s body was turned in the opposite direction, forming a position of pressing the young woman’s breasts from her back, then pulling the woman’s feet in her own direction, pressing hard with her fingers on the center of the foot, rubbing each angular toe and heel.

“It’s the acupuncture point of life, yet it’s so cold. It looks like more than a sore shoulder or constipation. Sir, the wife is so young, please treat her with tolerance and not jealousy.”

The masseur carefully rubbed the woman’s soles, then brought his hands to the inside of the roots of her thighs. Tanakubo tensed as he followed.

The masseuse’s hand rubbed from the base of the thigh all the way down to the slope of the mound of flesh.

“Uh…uh…”

The young woman let out a disorganized breathing sound, and at the same time spread her thighs apart and clenched them, doing this several times over. Is she getting pleasure…?

“Sir, madam has been constipated for three days now, I think…I will massage on the anus.”

“…”

The young woman did not speak. The masseur’s fingers explored toward the anus.

“This…should be lighter.”

Feeling jealous on the one hand, Tanakubo protests to the masseuse.

“I know, but sir, it’s too cold with the missus, isn’t it. Letting her wear these mesh pantyhose is purposely annoying for men to look at.”

Still convinced that they were a couple, the masseur stopped rubbing the anus and then pointed near the young woman’s pussy as if to ask if it was okay.

“…”

The young woman shut her mouth tightly, twisted her lower body slightly, and made a motion to lift her ass.

The masseur nodded, still riding the woman’s back, using his left hand on her breasts and his right hand on her pussy.

“Ah…ah…”

The older woman let out a delicate hum that was completely different from the previous one and wiggled her ass.

“Sir, that’s probably fine. In this day and age, sexual desires are low, all you know is a full stomach and a lack of stimulation. I’m really worried about the future of Japan. If there’s anything else you need, please call me. This time it’s fifteen thousand dollars.”

The masseuse asked for a large amount. Collected the money and left.

“This…you’re okay…I didn’t think it would turn out like this.”

Tanakubo is a little worried.

It is now known that the masseur just now was doing the service especially for couples in burnout, or men and women with more or less abnormal tendencies.

“Let me keep massaging you.”

Seeing the young woman about to go to sleep, Tadakubo gathered his courage and said.

“…”

The young woman bobbed her head gently, unable to tell if she was agreeing or refusing. Tanakubo sat down beside the prone young woman and began to stroke the back.

I hadn’t noticed because the petticoat was dark brown, but now I saw that the bra was black mesh.

Tanakubo’s heart raced. The young man had just asked the masseuse to massage his breasts, cleavage, buttocks, anus, and even his pussy, so I…

No, because those are the professional fingers of a masseuse.

But, let’s stroke faster while the woman has the afterglow of pleasure.

After making up his mind, Tadakubo imitates a masseuse and rides up the woman’s ass.

This means that a woman’s ass is fuller and more flexible than one might think.

The parting under Tadakubo’s robe suddenly began to swell, touching the young woman’s ass-crack, but she was unresponsive.

Tanakubo stroked the older woman’s breasts from her petticoat and bra, then slipped her hands in, unhooked her bra, and gripped the weighty breasts directly.

“Are you asleep?”

Tanakubo asked the young woman.

“I’m going to keep massaging you.”

“…”

Tan Kubo asked as he rode the young woman’s ass, but got no answer. Her face is pressed tightly into the sheet, refusing to let Takaubo see it. Was this with the booze?

“Is this okay?”

Wiggling his hips from side to side so that the young woman’s buttock cleavage vibrated, Tanakubo grasped his breasts with five fingers and began to rub them.

“Uh…uh…”

By this time, the young woman was surprisingly letting out a steady snore and looked as if she was actually sleeping.

A little disconcerted on the one hand, and fearful of resistance from the young woman on the other, Tanakubo finally moved his hips over her lap to caress the round ass in the mesh pantyhose.

The netting gets in the way of stroking. Tanakubo then realizes that the pantyhose are sexy, but don’t take the intrusion of a man lightly.

“Uh…uh…uh…”

The young woman’s breathing seemed to suggest that Tadakubo just take his time seeking pleasure.

Takaubo remembered the masseur at this point as well, and without haste, gently massaged in the important areas.

Under the mesh pantyhose, there were brown boxers, only the lace around the edges was white and tight around the ass.

“Uh…uh…”

Tadakubo made sure that the young woman’s snoring was regular and settled, and began to stroke the inside of the base of her thighs.

Even through the netting, you can feel the touch of a resilient ass.

“Will this…go back to sleep?”

Takaubo made a fist with his left hand and squeezed and twisted it around the young woman’s groin, while the fingers of his right hand lightly touched the perimeter of the anus.

“Mmmm…mmmmmm…”

Men, no matter how old they are, will never understand the heart of a woman.

The young woman’s breathing changed slightly, but she still didn’t answer the question.

Tanakubo was feeling excited on one hand and enjoying the thrill on the other.

“It’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

Tanakubo noticed that the bottom of the woman’s panties were moist. Still, it was impossible to tell if it was from Tankubo’s stimulation or the afterglow left by the earlier masseuse.

“How would that feel?”

Tanakubo inserted his fingers through the mesh holes and stroked the bottom of his boxers, his fingers slick with sticky liquid.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

The young woman, probably floating between sleep and the man’s teasing, was breathing slightly disorganized, her lower body rubbed by Tadakubo’s fingers, still lying unmoving.

Feeling anxious, Tadakubo tried to remove the young woman’s mesh pantyhose.

“Ah…uh…”

The older woman probably rebelled in her sleep, clenching her legs together and wiggling her ass. So, the mesh pantyhose and boxers stop halfway down the ass.

“It’s okay if I massage on your body, right?”

Tadakubo muttered to himself, rolling over his prone body.

“Uh…th…uh…”

The woman made a humming sound as if she was sleepy and put her arm over her eyes.

“You can go back to sleep.”

Takaubo removes his underwear, revealing his erect rod, and sits on his breasts with his back to the woman’s face. The elasticity of the breasts brought pleasure to Tanakubo’s ass.

Tried to continue taking off the mesh pantyhose and boxers, but it was difficult to get down to the pubic mound part. I don’t know if the young woman was drunk, really asleep, or just shy and never cooperated.

“Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a new one.”

After Tanakubo finished, he inserted his hands into the mesh holes and pulled hard to the left and right. After breaking a thread, it quickly turned into a big hole.

The rest are boxers.

The triangle of pants that formed an inverted triangle was so wet it almost brought the shape of the bottom to the surface.

“Mmm…mmm…”

The young woman’s breathing wasn’t very disorganized, but her lower abdomen rose and fell like a wave.

I don’t know if I’m really married, but a red stamen is smiling. Much like a cockscomb blooming at sunset, that red color doesn’t look like someone with a lot of experience.

With sparse pubic hair, Tanakubo bent her body and sucked hard on the petals.

“Mmm…mmm…ahhh…”

The young woman suddenly let out a moan and her lower body began to tremble. It turned out that the pubic nucleus, which had been erect in her sleep, revealed a red bud of flesh from her foreskin.

“You didn’t sleep.”

“Really, is that even a question? How can I sleep… ah…”

The older woman began to wiggle her ass harder as she spilled her nectar.

“So, can you kiss mine?”

Takaubo takes the man on top sixty-nine position and brings his erect rod to the woman’s mouth.

“Remember you’re Mr. Tanakubo…I’m getting married next month…ah…black and big…is it really okay? Ah…uh…”

The young woman finished and swallowed Tanakubo’s glans into her mouth.

“Uh…uh…”

The young woman had a bit of a rush, taking Tadakubo’s rod in her mouth and licking it with the tip of her tongue.

Tanakubo used both hands to pull the aged woman’s petals from side to side, seeing the nectar spilling intermittently from within.

The petals belonging to the smaller petals are fully inflated and the petals on the right side look larger.

“Uh…uh…uh…”

I don’t know if it was because she wished to suck on the stamen, or because Tadakubo’s rod felt hard to breathe in her mouth, but the young woman let out a puppy-dog pouting sound and raised her ass at the same time.

Still unaware that the young woman’s erogenous zones were in her pussy core or meat hole, Tanakubo bent his index finger and stimulated it near the opening of the meat hole.

“Your name is Rae…right…how do you feel about this place?”

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

The young woman took Tanakubo’s rod in her mouth and didn’t say whether it was good or bad, just made a humming sound.

The young woman’s fleshy hole had a powerful contraction. When tightening, Takaubo’s knuckles almost felt pain. The fact that the seemingly inexperienced bright red stamen would have so much power surprised Takaubo, especially at the G-spot in the middle of the meat hole, where the suction was particularly strong.

Is this considered a famous weapon?

“Rae, any pleasure?”

“Uh…uh-huh…”

The young woman slightly widened her mouth that was sucking on the rod, as if nodding in acknowledgement. Then a sound like a young girl’s sob escaped.

Tanakubo began to check out the sensuality of the young woman’s nub, his fingers pinching the bud of flesh and twisting it gently.

“Ah…good…how so good…”

The young woman spat the rod out of her mouth and suddenly turned on her ass and wiggled it vigorously. At the same time, a large amount of nectar spilled out, fortunately, there were panties to absorb the nectar, so that it did not completely flow onto the sheet.

“Rae, you’ll be more comfortable.”

As if on cue for the older woman, Tanakubo simultaneously inserted two fingers into the fleshy hole and stirred them, as well as sucking on the bud with his mouth.

“Okay…okay…I’m sorry…”

The woman stretched her body out and began to spasm…probably leaking.

The only sound heard in the room was the heater.

“Where is this place? Ahh! Damn, sorry…”

Rei’s body, which had been stiff, turned, at the moment, like cotton, into softness, and opened her eyes after about five minutes.

“I’m sorry…it’s the first time I’ve become like this with a strange man…what happened just now…that’s what’s called leaking, right…you’re Mr. Takaubo, right?… “

The young woman only then covered herself with a blanket, showing only her face.

Hijikubo has not yet ejaculated and is eager to bond immediately.

“I feel honored that you have such pleasure. When I saw you at the station, I thought you were quite beautiful, and at the same time there was a sense of seriousness, and then I slept alone.”

“I’m sorry, I was massaged by that masseur and my body suddenly felt weird, it doesn’t matter, I’m getting married in two weeks, I won’t have this experience in the future.”

“So that’s why it’s exciting? Can I do it again?”

“Well…I just let myself out first…”

“This time, I want to stick it in there. But you’re about to get married, and I’ll cum on the outside for not wearing a condom.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s a safe day and I’m being shown something so exciting…it doesn’t matter if I cum in it.”

Seeing her move to remove her boxers under the blanket.

“Thank you, Rae.”

“Please, just forget about me now after you call me by my name. And once like that before I get married…”

“One time what?”

Tadakubo lifted the blanket off the young woman. The upper half of her body still had a brown bra, but the lower half was completely naked.

“I was wanting to be…mildly abused…not colonic so intensely…just stick it in like I was being tortured.”

As the saying goes, there is no fear of making a fool of yourself on the journey. But maybe it’s the burning desire of pre-married women entering the grave of their lives.

The woman blushed.

“Of course there’s no problem.”

It was something that he had once asked his wife, Eiko, but had refused to grant, so Tanakubo was so excited that he decided to bind her with the mesh pantyhose that he had just torn.

“Mr. Tadakubo, I’m sorry for asking this.”

Possibly out of curiosity and anticipation of sex, the woman’s lower body began to quiver and smelled like sour milk.

“But, Rae, I am not promising to ask to stop when I’m halfway there.”

Tanakubo pulled up the woman’s upper body and tied her hands behind her back with mesh pantyhose.

“Good, just lie prone like that and keep your ass up.”

Tanakubo grabbed the fleshy mound of his ass and pulled it to the left and right in order to get a good look at Rei’s anus or pistil.

Possibly aware that her organs of excretion were being gazed at, Rae tried to tighten the twin mounds of her ass.

“It’s no use, you must obey.”

It’s a lighter request, but the party being abused in the game has to take a tough stance or it won’t look like it. Tanakubo said in a rude tone.

“But there in the ass…it hasn’t been bathed yet…oops…”

“You lie! Didn’t I just give you a sexy massage?”

With a little bit of jealousy again, Tanakubo lightly pokes his anus with his left finger and slaps his snowy ass a little harder with his right hand.

The snow-white ass was immediately tinted pink.

“Ah…yes…it was a shock because my fiancé doesn’t touch there…it’s comfortable…but it’s dirty.”

As if spanking wasn’t as comfortable as anal penetration, Rae lifted her ass.

Takaubo thought to himself that it might be too cruel, but still and two fingers, and in one go, he inserted it into the second joint.

Rei’s anus was unexpectedly soft, giving her fingers the sensation that it had melted inside, probably because it was connected to the muscles of the anus, overflowing nectar from the fleshy slit of the stamen.

“Ouch…my ass is so sad, but it’s comfortable…ah…get the front too…”

Rae wiggled her snowy, plump ass and tilted her head back.

“Okay.”

As Takaubo pressed his palm against the woman’s stamen and rubbed it, he suddenly felt sexy on the woman’s body.

“Come here.”

Takaubo roughly grabbed Rei’s bound hands and pulled them over to the vanity.

“How about this? This is like a painting, isn’t it. See for yourself.”

Tanakubo held Rei in his lap and parted her pussy lips with his fingers, reflecting them in the mirror.

“Is it for me to watch? Ah…it’s so weird…I’m dying…”

Her pussy lips were open and oozing nectar, Rae looked at it, shook her head and closed her eyes.

It had reached the limit of endurance. Takaubo gripped his rod, which hadn’t been erected like this for a long time, and thrust it hard against Masaru’s slit.

“You see, it’s going in.”

“Ah… it’s true… what should I do… being penetrated by another man… ah… I can’t… I’m going to fall out again… Well…”

Seeing the scene in the mirror, Rae’s pistil overflowed with nectar again. Her ass began to shake like an earthquake.

“Ah…I can’t…uh…”

Rae leaked again, her body becoming heavier.

–The wind and rain are less stormy outside. Trams may be back in service tomorrow and will definitely return to Tokyo. Not much time left, must enjoy it.

“So…can you let go of my hand?”

When Tadakubo ejaculated once and the woman reached her fifth orgasm, she woke up from a light sleep and said.

“Are you going to take a shower?”

“No…Mr. Tagubo, need to pee…”

Rei turned her hands in Tanakubo’s direction, revealing her swollen pink ass from the spanking.

“You can go pee like this.”

“But…it won’t even open the door.”

“I’ll open the door for you.”

“Don’t bully me, this isn’t a game, I really want to pee and I have to wipe there when I do, get off my hand.”

The beautiful woman’s puffed up face was just beautiful.

Rae wiggled her ass a few times as if she couldn’t wait.

“Well, just pee in the bathroom and I’ll take a closer look.”

“Give me a break, I’m not big on games like colonic, let me pee myself.”

“No!”

Takaubo thought to himself that he would untie the pantyhose binding her hands if she begged one more time, but he said no in order to see her urinate.

“Really…well…see…but also promise me one thing.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Mr. Tadakubo…is around forty, I think, and I don’t think there’s any more for one more…so, that…”

It had been over seven hours since he and Rae had met, and at the moment, she wore her shyest expression.

“What about it?”

“I can’t say it… ah… can’t help it… take me now…”

Rei takes the position of going into a crouching position, and Takeshi rushes to take her into the bathroom.

“Pee.”

Tanakubo stepped up to the easiest position to observe and urged.

“Ah…my fiancé would never have thought of something so horny…I can’t believe looking at me like that…would be so arousing…”

Rae’s voice was a little husky, and when she finished, she sat down on the tile floor, revealing crimson flower lips that she never tired of looking at.

“Doesn’t it look like you’re excited? Oozing lots of nectar.”

“Ah…don’t say it…it’s coming out…get out of the way…ah…see…”

Slightly alcohol-flavored urine oozes from the bud’s stamen.

“Ah…come in right after you pee…I’m dying…come in right now…”

Rae’s mouth was half open and she was having a hard time breathing.

“Ahh…I’m ashamed…but it’s so comfortable…I’ll get used to this…but my fiancé won’t be like this…ah…does my pee have a smell? “

The pissing stopped.

“Mr. Tagubo…stick it in…I’m going to leak again…”

Rei squatted on the ground and tilted her head, her snow-white breasts rising and falling.

“Get it like a rape…ah…”

Takaubo thought that having Rei lying on her back with her bound hands pressed against the tile floor would surely hurt, so she lay on her back herself.

Reilly crawls on her knees over Tanakubo’s body and places her meaty hole squarely on the erect rod.

“Ah…uh…I’m sorry…I’m going to leak again…uh…”

Probably turning the most sensitive now, rubbing the flesh buds and stamens against Masuda Kubo’s cock, left and right.

“Ah…”

Shortly after the rod entered the stamen, Rei let out a yelp and pressed her whole body helplessly against Tanakubo.

Two or three seconds after Rei reached her orgasm, Tanakubo couldn’t help but ejaculate.

Seeing that Rae was about to go back to sleep, she hurriedly asked, “You just said you had a request, what is it?”

“Mmm…wait a minute. Ah…your cum is inside me, it’s so hot…”

“You don’t want to talk about it?”

“Won’t you be angry?”

“Wouldn’t be mad, I have no business being mad at a woman I’m marrying in two weeks.”

“So…there’s a little fear…I’d love to…”

Rae’s fleshy hole was still squirming as if it still had the capacity for an orgasm.

“Go ahead.”

“I was…wanting to be with two men at the same time…could you call the masseuse from earlier?”

“What? Can…”

It was only then that Tanakubo realized how scary women can be. Tanakubo was beginning to fall in love with the beautiful woman he had only just met, a rare sight even in Tokyo, but the other woman was thoroughly enjoying her sexiness, and knowing that, jealousy still arose in his heart.

“I think that masseuse will understand, but the most important place will still be for you, I can only give the masseuse lips, if I want anal it’s still possible.”

“Well, since you’re so emotionally involved with a stranger like me, consider it a wedding gift for you…but it’s still sad…”

Takeru finished, pulling his rod from the woman’s pistil.

–The masseuse came quickly.

“What’s going on? You two mustn’t quarrel, let me have a look.”

The masseur, probably in his early fifties, entered the room and, not at all surprised to see the woman with her hands tied, said, “Let me massage her. Sir, please stroke her pussy as much as you can.”

After the masseur finished speaking, to the direction of Rei’s head, she immediately let out a hum that indicated pleasure. Probably the fact that there would be two strange men abusing her made her excited.

“Sir, the proper way to fondle a breast is this.”

The masseuse encircled Rae’s breasts with both palms, her forefingers writhing over the foothills, and also held the nipples between her fingers, doing a full compression.

“Ah…good…”

Rae began to wriggle her upper body like a goldfish out of water, her mouth open to gasp for air.

“Sir, don’t dawdle there. Why don’t you still rub or kiss at your wife’s place and give her a thrill?”

The masseuse prodded Tanakubo, then pulled his penis out of his thong, the only reassuring thing about the thing was that it was flaccid. It wasn’t big and it was dark.

Tanakubo touched Rae’s stamen. It was hot and wet to the point of needing a diaper.

“Sir, I’m going to borrow this side.”

The masseur lowered his head to kiss Rae’s rich sexy lips.

“Uh…uh…”

Rei made a humming sound, accepting the masseuse’s kisses, and Tadakubo heard a chirping, lustful sound.

“Ma’am, this one’s going to get this one.”

When the masseuse placed the dark cock on Rae’s mouth, Rae swallowed it happily.

At this point, Tanakubo believes that Rei actually develops feelings for the masseuse first, so much so that her heart is aroused but her penis can’t get an erection.

“In that case, sir, I’ll change places with you. Men are so useless these days. The number of people who need my help is increasing.”

The masseur came to Tanakubo’s position and inserted his half-erected rod into his meaty hole.

“Ah…uh…I’m going to give out…”

Rei suddenly frowned and grabbed Tanakubo’s parting hard. In the midst of the pain, Tanakubo felt truly able to understand the woman’s power, and couldn’t help but look at the mesh pantyhose tossed aside.

Chapter 3: Sister-in-law’s Lace Trousers

A highly confidential dictation dossier commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer is still ongoing.

@Masao Shimada, 20 years old, student.

Even though it’s an old story, it’s only from the third year of Yashio Kokusai Junior High School to high school.

About five years ago, Masao lived in the middle of the Tama River. It was a typical suburb, unlike the city center and local cities.

The balcony of the detached building had sun-dried clothes swaying in the wind.

At that hour, there were the lacy panties of my sister-in-law, who had gotten married five months earlier, swaying in the wind.

“Hey, Yashio. What are you looking at? It’s crunch time for you to get into high school, right?”

My brother alone went to New York for a month on business, so my sister-in-law, who was a little annoyed, tapped her fist on the glass window from outside.

Masanao felt hard done by.

Not as smart as my brother, and feel much better than my brother when it comes to debauchery. But that’s not how life works.

Her sister-in-law, Miyako, had eyes that often looked like large frightened eyes with a cold sheen in them that radiated incredible beauty.

Now bring the aluminum ladder and get ready to climb the plum tree.

A petite and round body is not suitable for climbing trees. A little uneasy, Yashio opened the floor-to-ceiling window and ran out in his slippers.

Miyako is twenty-three years old and sometimes displays abrupt actions.

“Sister-in-law, okay?”

Standing underneath the aluminum ladder, he might be able to see the inside of his sister-in-law’s skirt, so Yashio had to stand to the side, but he would still be able to see the plump thighs that had been worked out by swimming.

“No problem. I’d like to make an offering of mums to Dad’s spirit table.”

Asking Yayoi not to look at her tanned underwear, but Yayoi doesn’t seem to care as he stands below.

Seeing how happy his sister-in-law was, he pretended to help hold the aluminum ladder steady as Yayoi stood below Miyako.

I was able to see inside my longed-for sister-in-law’s dress, and sure enough, she was wearing lacy panties that were creamy white, but did nothing to hide a well-developed ass.

It’s in the bottom of the lace panties. My classmate Watanabe said, “Do you know what a pussy top is? It’s like a fish top, it’s made from a woman’s pussy, and it’s said to be very effective for the entrance exam. If you have 50 points of strength, you can use more than 75 points of strength. But not for junior high school girls. It’s better to be a beautiful woman, not a frivolous one, and a recently married woman is the best. That’s what my grandfather said, and I already have.” Speaking as if he had already gotten into high school.

Yayoi couldn’t help but swallow his saliva at the sight of Miyako’s panties that he had both a vision of and a sense of protecting her test scores.

Perhaps it was psychological, as if I could smell my sister-in-law’s aroma emanating from within her skirt.

Just then, the skirt was blown up by the wind.

“Whoa! It’s starting to blow.”

Miyako was on the verge of losing her balance as she pressed down on her skirt with the hand holding the scissors and held the clipped branch of repentant flowers in her left hand.

“Sister-in-law, is it okay?”

Yayoi gripped the aluminum ladder hard with his left hand, and with his right hand he assumed a position where Miyako could hold it if she fell.

“Just cut two, I guess, was going to cut one for your smelly room.”

Miyako stood on the aluminum ladder and didn’t move, but she could see the snow-white thighs showing their bruises. The lace of the panties was blown up by the wind and part of her ass could be seen, where it was not exposed to the sunlight and was so white that it was almost transparent.

“Sister-in-law, how did you know my room smelled bad?”

“Is it so much masturbation that you can smell that odor outside your room? It can’t be pornographic magazines or photo books giving off the smell.”

“Hey! Masao!”

Miyako exclaimed from above Yayoi. It turns out that Yayoi, who was gazing at the inside of her sister-in-law’s skirt, met her sister-in-law’s gaze when she looked upward. Not only her eyes, but even her ass inside her skirt seemed to be angry.

“You’re so annoying. I won’t have any more plums for your room.”

Miyako pressed down hard on her skirt and descended the aluminum ladder.

“Yashio, I can understand that you are full of curiosity at your age. But…”

Miyako, who had been an instructor for five months after graduating from the university’s faculty of education, said it graciously and also with a didactic tone afterward. She hit Yayoi’s forehead lightly with a plum blossom branch.

“Yayoi, taking an interest in your brother’s wife’s underwear should be a death sentence. However, I’m against the state killing a person, while a person should be forgiven when he has a feeling of regret.”

Miyako says something inexplicable to chastise Yayoi, but her eyes don’t look like they’re only angry. Maybe women have accepted requests from men who cared about something other than their skirts. Fifteen-year-old Yayoi felt excited at the thought and said, “Sister-in-law, I don’t have confidence in the entrance exams for higher education, so I want a charm that can go to high school. Sister-in-law has a friend named Renshi Shigeko, I think. Can I ask for a print from her? She’s not married, is she?”

“What are you saying! I’m going to hate you. What do you want with Shigeko’s there stuff, have you seen her clearly? She’s very frivolous woman.”

Yashio really doesn’t understand the problems between women.

“I’ll try it on her. You’re a no-good, nerdy, horny, nasty thing.”

His sister-in-law came into the room with an angry face.

Saturday, a week later, and today’s cloud feet are fast. Yashio remembered that the inside of his sister-in-law Miyako’s skirt smelled a lot like lilac, while looking down from the balcony at the lacy panties.

“Yashio, are you there?”

It was clear from the knock on the door just how weak Miyako’s fists were. Five days later, her brother Masashi was coming back from New York.

“Well, it’s nasty. It stinks.”

Without permission, Miyako enters the room and shoves two fingers inside her nostrils.

“Got it from Shigeko. To be a baby, you have to get into high school too.”

Miyako brought an envelope.

“Thank you sister-in-law.”

Masao respectfully received it with both hands as if he had received a passing grade.

“Yashio, move to a dormitory or rent an apartment as soon as you get into high school.”

Miyako uttered words that were indistinguishable from good or evil, showing a shy expression pressing her fingers to her nose and turning her face away.

“Am I in the way by living here?”

“Right.”

“Oh.”

Yashio felt sad and the envelope containing his sister-in-law’s friend almost slipped out of his hand.

“Yashio, properly speaking, is too dangerous.”

“You’re not like your brother, you look silly but make bold moves. Shigeko also said that you have an atmosphere that makes people can’t help but agree to your requests, so don’t be too disappointed.”

Miyako was ten centimeters shorter than Yayoi, but still patted his shoulder and made a smile.

“Yes?”

Not quite understanding his sister-in-law’s words, Yashio still pulled himself together and tried to pull out the yinto from the envelope.

“Wait… wait a minute, it’s too embarrassing. You can sneak it out and read it alone. And…”

Miyako’s cheeks reddened and she lowered her head after saying that.

“Sister-in-law, and what?”

“This is not to be told to anyone, especially your brother. It’s going to be burned the day you get into high school, you must promise.”

Miyako stretched out her small snow-white fingers, which for some reason, unlike her usual demeanor, were trembling.

“Well, I promise.”

Yayoi also hooked his little finger around Miyako’s pinky, feeling the pulsation of his sister-in-law’s pinky, which was also a little wet.

“Okay. You should clean your room once in a while, and don’t make a mess today when your mother-in-law and the neighbors are on a trip to the water spa.”

Maybe wear lacy boxers today. You can’t see any sign of wearing boxers from your sister-in-law’s pants. Wiggle your round ass and walk out of the room.

This is a valuable talisman. Spread it out on the table and make a bow.

Miyako’s friend is a yinto made by applying ink to the yin and then pressing rice paper onto it.

The virginal Yashio was very excited and felt complicated. The petals were smaller, the lustful hairs were fewer, and the fleshy slit was distinct.

Seeing his sister-in-law’s friend Shigeko Hasumi’s unmarried woman’s pussy-top, Yayoi’s thing immediately got erect.

At the top end of the V-shaped flower lips was something the size of a soybean grain, presumably known as a nub.

(Ask and you shall receive. I remember a great man once said so. I don’t know if it was the godly President Koto, or Confucius, who had a point.)

Yashio looked at it and felt uneasy again. According to his sister-in-law, Shigeo’s personality is frivolous, could it be an effective talisman?

I remember my classmate Watanabe making it a point to say, “Preferably a newlywed beauty.”

(I’m determined to beg my sister-in-law, and I’ll get what I ask for.) Yashio immediately took out watercolors and brushes from the drawer, the red brushes felt so much better than the black ones. Squeezing them out on the palette, he was so nervous that his heart ached.

Walk slowly towards the kitchen.

“What’s with the drawing kit? See how you’re crying for black tea?”

Miyako’s eyes stopped at the palette.

“Oh, uh.”

“Let’s add a little brandy for you, do you have to draw for the exams too?”

“No…it’s that…”

“Want to draw me? Here, have some black tea.”

“Not really. That…”

Yashio took a sip of black tea, words swirling around in his mouth as the brandy entered his mouth and felt hot.

“What’s wrong with you? Say something.”

“Sister-in-law, you won’t be angry.”

“No, go ahead.”

“Never leave the house?”

“Well, you’re slow and annoying.”

“It’s like this, let me think about it carefully. Sister-in-law is hundreds of times more beautiful and virtuous than Shigeko, right?”

“Well, yes, I’m glad you understand.”

Miyako’s expression softened.

“So I thought… my sister-in-law’s effectiveness must be greater. Hence, wanting the topography from sister-in-law’s place.”

Perhaps it was the effect of the brandy that made Yayoi say what he wanted in one breath.

“That’s nasty…now right away?”

Miyako acted like she was angry, but in reality she wasn’t, her beautiful lips clamping down on the tip of her tongue.

“Uh, right now right now.”

“Shame on you. Here?”

“Yeah, right here.”

Yashio immediately took water in a mouth cup, mixed watercolor with a paintbrush, and took paper towels, which seemed to be very absorbent.

“You’re all set, so let’s get it done quickly. Can’t wait to have a hole in the ground to crawl into.”

Miyako puckered her mouth like a young girl and pulled her pants down to her knees.

What Miyako wore underneath was indeed cream colored lacy panties.

Not only does it smell like soap, but it also smells as mysterious as percocet.

“Sister-in-law, it’s better to take off your pants. In case you’re not careful you’ll fall.”

Not his usual generous attitude, bowing his head like a criminal.

“Okay.”

Remove your pants and set them aside.

“My sister-in-law’s boxers are romantic and tasteful.”

“Yes? Thanks.”

Miyako’s voice was low and husky. Hands on the waist of her boxers.

Look at the hesitant expression in Yashio’s eyes.

“Sister-in-law, hurry up, you’ll catch a cold.”

Worried that Miyako would backtrack, Yayoi sat down in front of Miyako after finishing his conversation in the heated room.

“Okay.”

Miyako slowly pulled her boxers down her thighs.

Yashio saw his sister-in-law’s pubic mound with its umbrella of pubic hair.

“Sister-in-law, it’s hard to see, no, it’s not good for toppers. Can you pull the panties down a little more?”

“Okay…so?”

“Uh, but spread your legs a little.”

“Okay, but, ah, I’m dying…my heart is beating so hard. You need to watch the foyer before someone sees you and gets the wrong idea.”

“Well, no problem.”

When Yashio replied, it was as if the blood in his entire body was focused on the top of his head and the lower half of his body, and he stared wide-eyed at the secret place.

It is a very sexy aroma of very bright pink petals with a strong lactic acid flavor emanating from the seams.

“Sister-in-law.”

“Yashio.”

Both said it at the same time.

“What? Sister-in-law.”

“Don’t just look…it’s annoying.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Yayoi then remembered the purpose and applied watercolor to Miyako’s petals.

“Sister-in-law, is it cold? Does it sting?”

“Don’t ask, it doesn’t matter.”

Hearing Miyako’s words like encouragement, Yayoi inserted the tip of the pen between the petals and pulled the slit open.

I didn’t realize it would spill clear liquid and get on the nib.

“Ah, Yashio, I’m sorry, it came out very strange liquid, not easy to apply watercolor?”

Miyako, who had pulled her panties down to her knees, suddenly shook her body.

“Sister-in-law, it’s better to take off your boxers and sit on the chair.”

“Not off, but I’m going to sit down.”

Miyako pulled her panties down to her ankles with very slow movements, before sitting down on the chair with the backrest.

Seeing his sister-in-law with her lower half naked, Yashio’s rod in his jeans was so erect that it would explode at any moment.

Red watercolor was applied to Miyako’s labia, making the color there brighter and the labia swell a bit. What was left was the pubic hair and the nub.

“Sister-in-law, tell me if it hurts.”

Yashio used the pen to gently paint the tiny buds of flesh, then the pubic hairs.

“Mmm…ah…Yashio…hurry up.”

Miyako let out a different breathing sound from earlier, urging Yashio on.

The nub was violently erect, its exterior peeling back to reveal a pink bud of flesh.

Yayoi presses Miyako’s crotch with a tissue.

“That’ll do it, I guess.”

“Well, but sister-in-law, don’t move your body.”

Yayoi removed the tissue from Miyako’s crotch.

“Well done, it’s sure to be the best talisman and I’ll be able to get into high school.”

Yashio was very happy to look at his sister-in-law’s pussy top. The only drawback was the liquid spilling out of the slit, blurring the color in a few places.

“Thank you sister-in-law, I’ll be thankful for that for the rest of my life. By the way, to clean the watercolor, wait a minute.”

Yayoi dipped a towel in water from the kettle, lemon dried it, and made it into a hot towel.

“You’re still very considerate.”

“That’s for sure, this is the most important place for my brother’s new wife. Also, the watercolor might be running down there, can you hold back a little longer?”

“What did you say?”

“Can you lie down using your arm as a pillow? Then raise your butt and you can wipe it off completely.”

Yashio didn’t dare to say that he wanted to do the topography of his ass by the way, so he had to say so ambiguously.

“Like this? Heck, even the anus is visible, right?”

Miyako pouted, but obediently took the position that Yayoi requested.

“Sister-in-law, can’t we do the topiary here as well…can’t we?”

Yayoi cleans Miyako’s pubic hair and labia with a hot towel.

“Yashio, no…you’ll be looked at as a pervert, and that’s no place for watercolors.”

Seeing that Miyako was about to lower her ass, Yayoi hurriedly rubbed his fingers on the anus and inserted his middle finger inside.

“Yashio, how dare you try to clean my ass hole?”

Miyako wiggled her butt and blinked her big attractive eyes as if she was bitter.

“Sister-in-law, there’s a lot of watercolor here.”

Yayoi told the clumsy lie, his finger still in Miyako’s anus.

“Gee…I feel weird.”

Nectar flowed from her slit to her thighs, and Miyako began to wiggle her ass, as if there was a close relationship between her anus and her meat hole.

“Yashio, I’ll let you do the ass topiary later. Spare me now, the front, if you want, you can still touch it now.”

Miyako seems to be repulsed by having her excretory organs fondled.

“What? Can I touch the front?”

Knowing that his sister-in-law had given her permission to play with the flesh hole in front of her, Yashio immediately became excited.

“That’s…because you’re acting like a naughty child.”

Miyako lifted her upper body and looked at Yayoi’s fierce erection in his jeans.

“What’s that you have there…surely there’s an erotic purpose, so you become a disobedient child. Look, you’ve gotten so big there.”

“Sister-in-law, I’m sorry…”

“No, there’s no way around it, take off your jeans and sit here, okay?”

Yayoi felt guilty, but took off his jeans anyway.

“That would be painful for me too, I’d better make you cum with my hand, that should keep you honest.”

“Thank you sister-in-law.”

Yayoi bowed to his sister-in-law and then sat down on Miyako’s left side, his body reclining to form a face-to-face position. Immediately reaching down to Miyako’s crotch, the slit was already overflowing with nectar and hot.

Fingers thrust deeper.

“I’m such a bad sister-in-law. Ah, don’t be rude, but it feels so sexy. You can cum in my hand.”

Miyako immediately couldn’t help but start to squirt as her fingers gently surrounded Yayoi’s rod.

“That’s a lot of cumming out, means you’re young, right?”

Miyako wiped Yayoi’s cum off with a towel before standing up and waddling into the bathroom.

The same fingers, unlike the sensation of self-masturbation, produce a strong feeling of fatigue and lethargy.

“Yashio, you go wash too. Quickly put away that topiary of mine.”

Miyako walks over and warp screws Yayoi’s face.

At this time, I don’t know if it’s the same principle as the morning erection, or if it’s because Miyako changed into pink lace panties, but Yayoi’s rod is erect again.

“Sister-in-law, would you like to shower with me again?”

“Being nice gives you an inch, I’ll wash you, but I’m not getting naked.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid that the thought of not being able to fix it by finger play, beyond that line is too dangerous.”

Miyako seemed calm, but still followed Yayoi’s lead.

Yayoi undresses in the bathroom and Miyako adjusts the water temperature in the shower while peeking at Yayoi’s rod.

“Really, it’s swelling up like this again.”

As if afraid of getting wet, Miyako kept a distance from Yayoi, her cheeks flushed.

“Sister-in-law, you’ll still get wet, at least take off your boxers.”

“Don’t. Well, take off the top, you’re not allowed to stare.”

Miyako took off her top and knelt on the tile floor.

“Your front is still pink, it’s so fresh.”

Miyako rubbed the soap into a lather and gently surrounded Yashio’s meat stick. Applying the lather to the glans, stem, and fleshy band, Yayoi’s rod seemed to swell even more.

“Yashio, is it going to be pleasurable here?”

Miyako used her lathered index finger to gently rub near the perineum.

“Well, the pleasure is especially strong there.”

Yashio looked down at his sister-in-law’s plump breasts and answered honestly.

My sister-in-law’s breasts were so snow-white that she couldn’t wait to rub her face against them, with her nipples still half buried in them.

“When I tried to do my ass topiary just now, it was also so comfortable that I almost died. On the one hand it was scary and on the other hand it felt like a perversion… so there was no way to say it…”

The skin-to-skin contact between a man and a woman seems to bring the two into a world free of hypocrisy.

“My sister-in-law has beautiful breasts.”

“Yeah? Wash that thing of yours in your cleavage. Hee hee, I’m pretty bold.”

With a smile on her face, Miyako lowered the shower head and took Yayoi’s rod between her breasts and rubbed it gently, as she continued to rub it, the part of Miyako’s breasts that were close to the rod turned pink and her nipples protruded.

“Sister-in-law, can I stimulate there with the tips of my toes?”

“Well…you don’t want to fall, you’ll lose your balance if you’re not careful.”

You can see the gentle side of Miyako in this quote.

Miyako stopped rubbing the rod with her breasts and moved her lower body forward slightly.

“Sister-in-law, how’s it going?”

“Shouldn’t have asked. I can’t tell the truth, but it seems to scratch an itch.”

Yashio’s feet rubbed from the lacy boxers.

Miyako’s big eyes become moist, her nostrils widen slightly and she tilts her face up. Yayoi’s toes and the backs of his feet were quickly coated with Miyako’s nectar.

“Yashio, I feel weird, how about just doing it with your toes?”

Miyako lifted one leg and used her hand to pull the bottom of her boxers to the side.

“But I’ll kiss your cock.”

“Thank you sister-in-law.”

Yayoi presses and rubs his toes directly on Miyako’s slit.

“Aww… that’s exciting. Hehehe, you can cum in my mouth too. I’ve just cum once, so it won’t be so much this time.”

Miyako stretched out her tongue and flicked it over Yashio’s glans.

The intense pleasure almost made Yashio forget the movement of his feet.

“You’re only happy with yourself, I’m not giving you any more kisses.”

Miyako finished, swallowing the rod into her mouth and rubbing the sensitive part of the glans with her tongue.

Yashio also rubbed his toes back and forth on his sister-in-law’s stamen.

“Geez…that’s it…Yashio, that’s it…”

Miyako spat out her rod and wiggled her ass a little to get Yayoi’s toes inside her slit.

“Toes are dirty…ah…but it’s good…what to do…ah…”

Miyako clung to Yayoi’s legs and wiggled her ass hard.

“What to do…ah…great…Yashio…uh…”

Miyako’s fleshy hole began to spasm while overflowing with a large amount of nectar, presumably this was what was called an orgasm.

Miyako lay motionless on her back on the tile floor.

The lacy panties were not only stained with water, but also with their own nectar.

“Sister-in-law, you’ll catch a cold.”

Just like a male protagonist on TV or a movie, Masao picked up Miyako, who had only a pair of panties on him, with both hands, and with all his might, dragged him to the large table in the heated dining room.

Afraid of catching a real cold, he took off Miyako’s boxers and towel-dried his entire body, every part of which was full of elasticity.

“Hoo…hoo…”

Listening to Miyako’s snoring, Yayoi rubbed the stamen and perineum very carefully.

The slit of flesh parted to the left and right even more than it did when she was doing the toppings just now. The pussy nucleus also protruded sensitively.

“Ah…I’m sorry, how long did I sleep? Ah…lying naked on the dining table yah.”

Miyako lies down on the table and makes a pose of stretching and yawning.

“About five minutes. Sister-in-law, let me get underwear or a blanket.”

Like the power he deserved, Yayoi stood at the table and fondled Miyako’s breasts and pussy.

“No, no need. I, ah, for the first time in my life…just had an orgasm.”

“Yes?”

“It’s because of doing something sinful, isn’t it, or playing with my toes in my fleshy hole, it’s like my whole body is turning into a sex tape. Ah, your fingers are so nasty, but they’re getting it right too.”

Miyako wiggled her ass on one side and sighed deeply.

“I now find myself feeling as if I’m horny. Feeling terrible about the future seems like something I should be thankful for, too.”

“No, it’s me who should be thanked, and asking for Renshi Shigeko’s yinto for me.”

“Geez, you’re stupid, that’s mine.”

“What!”

“You’re so slow, but slow is what makes it attractive, right? I couldn’t get it halfway through just now, do you want me to kiss there again?”

“Well, thank you sister-in-law.”

Yayoi also got on the table, his body in the opposite direction of Miyako’s, and brought his meat stick close to Miyako’s face. When he lowered his body, he had Miyako’s slit in front of him and smelled the sweet and sour aroma.

“Yashio, you kiss mine too, play with your tongue there.”

Yashio knew it was probably the 69 position.

Miyako raised her ass and sucked each other’s sex.

“Ah… Yashio, I’m feeling weird again… Can you use your finger to touch the hole in your ass? I want to know more about my body… ah…”

Miyako finished, this time swallowing Yashio’s rod deeply into her mouth.

Desperately trying to hold back his desire to cum, Yayoi sucked on Miyako’s pussy nucleus while inserting his index finger inside his sister-in-law’s anus.

“Uh…uh…”

Miyako let out a low, deep grunt and took the initiative to press her pubic mound hard against Yashio’s face, twisting her ass from side to side.

The dining room table made a creaking noise.

Yashio couldn’t help himself and started to cum.

“Uh…uh…”

Miyako seemed to be leaking again, her legs straightened out and her slit kept overflowing with nectar.

The two seemed to be napping at the table, and when Miyako looked like she was about to fall, Yayoi hurriedly hugged her body and moved his own to give Miyako space.

Yayoi wipes his and Miyako’s crotch with a towel.

“Thanks…Yashio…”

Miyako finished, and even spread her legs apart for the sake of Yayoi’s easy wiping.

Yayoi couldn’t help but get aroused in his lower body again when he saw that Miyako’s petals were even fatter than before.

“Yashio, it was together just now, men and women together are fruity, I’m scared, you need to get out of here if you get into high school or I’ll…”

Miyako made a helpless declaration.

After listening to his sister-in-law’s words, Yashio produced the current … mood.

“Well, I promise. But sister-in-law, let me stick it in there once.”

“Yashio, that might take away the effectiveness of my yinto, would that be okay?”

“No…no way.”

“What do you think is most important, getting into high school or me?”

Miyako asked with wide eyes as she clamped her thighs around Yayoi’s hand.

“It’s…of course sister-in-law…and important…and precious…”

“Yes, you should get into high school on your own merits, so come on…”

Miyako used her arms to shield her face and spread her legs lewdly apart.

Yayoi held the rod, aimed at Miyako’s pussy lips, and thrust in hard.

It seemed to boil inside and the meat stick entered easily.

“Sister-in-law, I did.”

The knowledge that his glans was touching his uterus and the soothing sensation of his rod being encased in it brought Yashio’s arousal to its peak.

“Ah…it’s so big…yours…it’s better than your brother’s…ah…”

Miyako let out a hoarse grunt and threw her head back.

Yayoi did see his success clearly. The hot rod pushed the right side of his sister-in-law Miyako’s flower lips inside, the left side was squeezing flat, and his parting wondered if Miyako’s fleshy hole was too small, with about three centimeters left outside. It should still be able to penetrate deeply.

“Ah…good…so good…mind almost going blank…ah…Yashio…”

Miyako was no longer able to hide her face, her lips half-open, twisting her hips to the left and right, the color of her stamens deepening.

“Ah…Yashio…I’m going to fall.”

Miyako’s fleshy hole contracted in the middle and at the opening, clamping down on the man’s thing.

“Ah…it’s really going to fall…Yashio…ah…what to do…”

In contrast to Miyako, who had entered a state of lewdness, Yayoi felt that he was still calm.

Because it has been ejaculated twice, generating confidence that you can still maintain it.

Pfft…pfft…pfft…

Miyako’s fleshy hole twisted, resounding with lustful sounds in the restaurant. At this point Yayoi thought again that Miyako’s sex zone was the bud at the upper end of her slit, so he put his weight below his belly button and pressed especially hard there. He also reached down below his ass and roughly inserted his hand into the chrysanthemum bud.

“Oh…I’m going to fall…Yashio…me first…”

Miyako’s whole body stiffened when she clasped her hands around Yayoi’s back and her lower half of her body was closely connected.

Miyako’s body softened shortly afterward and began to snore under the thrusts of Yayoi’s rod.

“Sister-in-law, you can’t sleep. This is the first and last day.”

Yayoi gently slapped Miyako’s cheeks and flipped the round naked body over.

“Yashio…you want it again…I’ll make sure to let you play with it later…I’ll see you outside…until you have a lover…so spare me now.”

Miyako objected, but still raised her ass high in a position where Yayoi’s doppelganger would be easy to penetrate.

Confidently, Yayoi started thrusting from Miyako’s back again.

“Oh…it’s going to fall again…uh…”

Miyako let out a long trailing sound and fell down towards the infinite abyss of pleasure.

A month later, Masao Shimada, of course, entered high school.

Chapter 4: The Bride’s Dangerous Paper Trousers

A highly confidential dictation survey file commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer is still ongoing.

@Kagayama Fuyuko, twenty-four years old, graduate student.

That was late last year.

“Be careful on the road.”

Her mother-in-law, Yuuko, drops Fuyuko off at a bus stop near Shinagawa Station, almost making Fuyuko think she’s spying on him.

Fuyuko is now traveling by long-distance bus to K City in Hokuriku to meet her husband, Yasunori.

Married to my husband for only three months, same age and of course less salary, so I have to save.

The thought of cuddling and making love to my husband tomorrow at noon and right before my period gave me an indescribable scratchy feeling in my lower half.

“Remember to come in that thing.”

Listening to her husband’s order on the phone, Fuyuko now in order to wear the paper panties that her husband’s friend had sent him when he came back from America.

The so-called halter-style panties have only a small butterfly area in the front, and the waist is knotted with a thin band.

The last time my husband saw it he said, “Hmmm, nice flavor. It’s not very dirty, which means you didn’t have an affair on your trip.”

In fact, with two backups, you can’t tell if there’s an affair at all, but since they’re paper triangles, they do absorb moisture easily.

The seat was at the end, so while he had been saluting his mother-in-law, the middle-aged man in his forties who had gotten on the bus only when he was almost driving, nodded his head and exchanged pleasantries with Fuyuko before placing the large baggage on the shelf and then sitting on the seat next to Fuyuko.

The man took off his coat again and covered his legs with a blanket.

The middle-aged man seems to be down and out, probably working in a laboring job with a large waistline. The two men’s waists were so far down that they did not lean together.

The lights in the car dimmed as I got on the highway. Tired from rushing to prepare for this trip.

Close your eyes, but you can’t sleep.

“Want a beer? It’s better to sleep that way. Ah, maybe pee too much for that. Then drink clear wine.”

The middle-aged man had such thick skin that he opened the bottle with his big, rough hand, poured the wine on the cap and brought it to Fuyuko.

“Oh…yes…thank you.”

Fuyuko didn’t do it because she wanted to sleep, but her opponent’s coercive attitude made her decide to have a drink.

The wine smells good.

“That’ll make you sleep. Are you a high school student? You’re beautiful, young lady.”

It’s true that my husband and friends say things like, “Your forehead is so wide, it’s so nice,” and “Your eyes are as clear as the sky in fall.” It was the only time of the year that she received compliments from a “beautiful woman”. Fuyuko was embarrassed.

It also felt good to say that she was a high school student.

Fuyuko felt her eyelids heavy as if she was hypnotized. In her dream, her husband immediately put his boxers…

I don’t know how long I slept, but I felt a tickle on the inside of my thigh root. It wasn’t a bad feeling, probably a hand that hadn’t been seen in a while…

No, this was on a bus, and it was the hand of the middle-aged man in the next seat.

At some point, the blanket prepared in the car covered the lower half of Fuyuko’s body and stroked right underneath it.

(What should I do…I drank a glass of wine from him…I don’t want to be too aggressive. This man may be dreaming of his wife…don’t move for now.)

No, this middle-aged man wasn’t sleeping, and seemed to have a good knack for stroking Fuyuko’s pubic mound through her skirt.

It tickles and gives you goose bumps. How dare you find a slit.

Not knowing what to do, Fuyuko continued to pretend to be asleep, feeling chagrined inside.

The middle-aged man was cunning, snoring on one side and taking a long, slow stroke, from pussy to groin on the other.

Palm pressed on the mound of shame, middle finger on the slit, pinky and thumb on the soft thigh root…

(What should I do? Take his hand away, but I think it’s too much, or I’ll yell, “No sexual harassment!” And I’ll be in the way of the other travelers. That’s right, I’ll just pretend to sleep, and then clench my thighs to let him know “no more”… or I won’t be able to stand it myself.) Fuyuko pushed hard on her thighs so that the middle-aged man could not move his left hand.

(Hmph, see, stopped moving. There’s only one way to go now, and that’s to pull your hand out from between my thighs. (The stroking is subtle, but this kind of erotomaniacal behavior is a no-no.)

However it turned out to be counterproductive by spooking the snake. The side of the man’s rough palm pressed solidly against Fuyuko’s fleshy slit.

(Ah…what to do…this person’s hand stuck there is sexy instead. It’s the pre-menstrual period that makes it hot. It’s not my fault, it’s the structure of the female body.) I didn’t wear pantyhose because I thought that paper panties would rub, so I had trouble with this situation.

This middle-aged man seemed to misunderstand Fuyuko’s movements, and his retracted hand, this time boldly reached inside her skirt, his rough palm stroking directly on the root of Fuyuko’s thigh.

(Ah…this person’s hands are so hateful! I can’t! The paper of the pants will break, and I’m afraid of the moisture.)

Fuyuko’s sense of crisis seemed to reach the middle-aged man’s hand as well, and the middle-aged man’s hand stopped moving.

Strangely, the middle-aged man’s fingers didn’t move, and Fuyuko’s lower half felt lost instead.

At this point, the middle-aged man seemed to realize that Fuyuko’s panties were made of paper, which she probably thought was very strange for a woman, and this time pinched the bottom of the paper panties and shook them from side to side.

(Ah…the paper rubs against the labia…it’s very comfortable. It’s amazing how the heart thumps with excitement doing such a bad thing.)

Fuyuko felt uneasy knowing that at this rate, her pussy would get wet and stained on the paper panties, which would cause it to break.

The middle-aged man continued to pretend to be asleep.

（What does he want? That’s my anus…)

The paper triangle in the man’s hand pressed against Fuyuko’s anus.

The middle-aged man made a motion to re-cover the blanket. The fact stops, and on the bud of the asshole, which even the husband refuses to touch, he keeps pressing with his fingers.

(Ah…itchy…this strange feeling is unbearable. Is it the perverted desire of a pornographer infecting me?)

Knowing that it was wrong, Fuyuko’s body couldn’t move as if she had met a tightrope.

As if he recognized that Fuyuko’s heart and the chrysanthemum bud in her back were wavering, the middle-aged man stroked Fuyuko’s ass and occasionally peeked at Fuyuko’s expression.

The cloth of the paper panties against the buttocks is made of fine, soft paper, as middle-aged men may have discovered.

Fuyuko’s heart formed an accomplice mentality with the middle-aged man…to have such a strong sensuality towards the fingers of such a middle-aged man who had no love for her and would even hate her was something Fuyuko hadn’t expected.

(Ah… touched directly on the anus. It’s been seven hours since I took a bath, and it’s already dirty. Ah…I’m so ashamed…but I’m having an abnormal pleasure. (Ah…don’t make it hurt.)

Fuyuko desperately restrained herself from breathing more heavily.

The man’s fingers dug into the paper triangle pants and stroked directly over the anus. Fuyuko realized that her anus was protruding outward.

The anus was so stimulated and sensitive that it was on the verge of being able to judge the fingerprints of the middle-aged man.

I don’t know if it’s a repeat offender or not, but the nails are cut so short that they don’t feel any pain, but instead create a scratching sensation on the inside, making Fuyuko feel comfortable on the inside.

Feels like the anus is sticking out more.

(Ahh…got his finger in and is still squirming. Why did you get it so good? It’s the opposite of his downtrodden appearance. He’s a middle-aged man. Ah, it’s so comfortable.)

The middle-aged man pulls the anus open and inserts his finger to the second joint. Producing abnormal heat from Buyuko’s anus, was it possible that her anus was also overflowing with nectar? Fuyuko knew her anal hole was wet.

(Oops… let’s just play without being caught…)

Fuyuko pressed the cuffs to her mouth to keep from making a humming sound, unable to resist turning her ass in the man’s direction anyway.

The middle-aged man’s fingers reached the perineum again, and very skillfully used his fingertips to gently rub back and forth between the anus and the fleshy hole. The pleasure spread from the chrysanthemum bud, like a sea wave, to the whole body.

(Ah…the anus is connected to the muscles in the front…it’s starting to get wet there. The paper panties will break…what should I do…)

Just then, the man’s other hand unleashed its aggression under the blanket.

Rubbing at the lower end of Fuyuko’s fleshy slit.

Fuyuko began to worry about the travelers around her, but with only hears of Hen voices and sleepy voices, no one would notice the behavior here.

However, there was a sense of crisis of being discovered at any time, but instead, she became emotionally attached to the middle-aged man’s criminal behavior, and Fuyuko’s sensuality thus became even more exuberant. The middle-aged man’s erotic behavior is almost artistic in degree.

“Miss, you didn’t sleep.”

The middle-aged man sprayed his alcohol-scented breath into Fuyuko’s earholes.

Fuyuko’s body reacted more visibly to the man’s fingers, causing Fuyuko’s shame to intensify.

Fuyuko didn’t answer, thinking that an answer would be more embarrassing.

“…”

“This is the first time I’ve come across paper triangles… Are you a bit of a kinky hobbyist for your young age? Or does your lover have that kind of interest?”

“…”

“Look at you with your sexy beauty, but your asshole is so sensitive and already this soft. Getting pleasure from being played with by an ugly middle-aged man like me, right?”

“…”

“This side is sensitive too, isn’t it, because it’s already wet and sticky. It’s so nice to have a tiny pussy, so lift your ass up, it’s easier to play with it that way.”

“…”

Fuyuko was silent, as if the middle-aged man’s nasty words paralyzed her rationality, and also lifted her buttocks as if she was hypnotized.

Sitting slumped in my seat felt uncomfortable, but I had to commit to it for the greater pleasure of feeling guilty.

“The trick to enjoying pleasure, miss, is not to make a sound that can be misconstrued as snoring to the extent that it’s best. But it’s so hard, not just with the cuffs, but also by biting into the blanket, so figure it out for yourself. Oh, the cunt clenches, what a good cunt.”

The middle-aged man not only played with the anus and stamen with his fingers, but also deliberately whispered obscene words in Fuyuko’s ear.

Fuyuko’s lower body trembled violently when she heard the middle-aged man talking about cunt. In the midst of the trembling, still hearing the middle-aged man’s words, she bites the blanket tightly with her mouth.

The man’s fingers moved rhythmically inside the anus, also spreading the front petals from side to side and sliding his fingers around the fleshy hole.

(Ah…this is unheard of sexy, just with my fingers, I’m going to leak. What should I do?)

Fuyuko didn’t want to squirm, but she couldn’t help but wiggle her ass in response to the erotic maniac’s assault on both parts. If she played with her pussy core again, she would definitely reach a more intense orgasm, but the middle-aged man didn’t move there.

Rip!

The man’s fingers easily tore through the paper panties.

“Miss, you can’t wear such perverted and fun paper panties anymore, is there a replacement?”

I don’t know if he wanted to torture her or make her anxious before playing with the flesh buds, the paper panties were torn and should have been easy to get at, but the middle-aged man just stroked the anus and the stamen.

“Wait a minute you can go to the restroom and change your boxers there. If you don’t like me, there’s an empty seat in the front so you can sit here without coming back.”

The man’s fingers left Fuyuko’s stamen and anus, still organizing the messy skirt and blanket.

The long-distance bus drove to a rest stop and stopped.

Embarrassed to look at the middle-aged man’s face because she was being toyed with by him, Fuyuko just stood up with force.

The middle-aged man half-opened his mouth and pretended to sleep. Are you used to doing this kind of thing? Very slick.

Fuyuko felt so tired that her legs couldn’t exert themselves and her anus was left with a sweet paralyzing sensation.

The nectar of the front slit was cool and felt uncomfortable.

Changing paper triangles in the toilet, old paper triangles with lots of honey stains, throwing them in the paper basket.

(What should I do? If I continue to be played with, I’m going to go crazy, so let’s stop now. It’s a hundred times more comfortable than what my husband is doing, but I’m sorry to Yasuki, and my self-esteem has been destroyed.)

Having made up her mind, Fuyuko walked out of the restroom and lay on her back with the beautiful Milky Way on the night sky.

Returning to the bus, she sat in the front seat as the middle-aged man told her. The neighboring seat was occupied by a woman in her thirties, giving Fuyuko a puzzled look.

The bus was moving again and Fuyuko couldn’t sleep.

The vibrations of the engine created wonderful sensations below her ass, and the warm air coming from under the seat made Fuyuko feel hot in her anus and pistil.

Buyuko tried to comfort herself with her own fingers. The woman in the neighboring seat probably wouldn’t notice with her regular snoring.

I think back to sex with my husband, but there is only the scene of thrusting my penis.

Either way the mind goes to the middle-aged man sitting in the back, making clever moves on the anus and the pistil.

(In that case, go ahead and let him play. Anyway, it’s a stranger I don’t know, and I can’t break my virginity on the bus, which is often under the watchful eye of my mother-in-law and husband, so this one might be my first and last chance.)

Buyuko quietly returned to her original seat.

Heart pounding.

“Oh, uh… Miss, no, you…”

The middle-aged man also pretended to have just woken up and stretched, allowing Buyuko to return to her seat.

When Buyuko sits down, he covers Buyuko below her belly with a blanket and also removes her shoes so that Buyuko sits down facing him and then his hand goes inside her skirt.

“Miss, you can refuse if you don’t want to. But ninety percent of women would like it. I don’t know much about life, except that there’s a lot more to it than vanity.”

The middle-aged man took the large suitcase from the shelf and placed it at his feet, and without taking off his shoes he sat cross-legged facing Fuyuko.

Spreading out the blanket, he covered the lower half of Fuyuko’s body and his own legs.

Fuyuko turned her face aside to hide her shame.

“You rest your face and mouth on my shoulder. Don’t worry, the driver can’t see here. Give me a sign when you can’t help making a sound anyway.”

The man’s hand reached into the blanket and found its way up the inside of Buyuko’s skirt to the area of the paper triangle pants. Pressing the last part of his palm against the nub while rubbing his middle finger against the slit.

Fuyuko did as the middle-aged man said and leaned her mouth against the man’s shoulder, holding back the pleasure.

The skill with which the middle-aged man used his fingers was indescribable.

Rhythmic vibrations like a masseur’s after compression of the buds.

(Ah…I hope it keeps playing out like this…maybe sexy can exist without love. In that case, women’s sex is sad. However, it would be indescribably good, and it costs a lot to go back on your virtue.)

Fuyuko voluntarily parted her legs, enjoying the feel of the man’s fingers on the paper panties. It didn’t matter that the paper panties she had just changed into were torn, there was another one to replace.

“Comfortable? I know you’ll be embarrassed, but it’ll be more comfortable to relax, so how about this?”

The man pulled the paper triangle pants with a little force, and after easily breaking them, his fingers unceremoniously penetrated into Fuyuko’s fleshy hole.

Fuyuko’s brain could no longer think, and her body felt strange. Knowing that nectar was overflowing from her meaty hole.

“Isn’t that comfortable now, miss?”

“…”

“If you don’t answer, I’m going to stop. Is it comfortable?”

“Mmm…it’s very comfortable. Don’t stop, please continue.”

Buyuko couldn’t help but answer as if it were a comparison.

“Okay, I’m going to shine a little flashlight there now, is that okay?”

“Whatever…”

Fuyuko said with her mouth close to the man’s ear. The body did feel scratchy.

The middle-aged man immediately pulled a flashlight a little thicker than a ballpoint pen out of his suitcase and dug into the blanket.

“Miss, spread your legs wider.”

Small, clear voices came from the blankets.

Fuyuko held her own knees and spread her thighs apart so that the man could observe her pussy.

The middle-aged man was under the blankets, spewing his sharp breath on Fuyuko’s pussy.

For the first time in her life, Fuyuko felt the pleasure of having her pussy observed. It’s hard to know how to describe this kind of excitement that creates a sense of guilt and yet her heart is about to explode.

“It’s pink, it’s beautiful.”

The middle-aged man pulled his body out of the blanket and whispered in Fuyuko’s ear.

Looking at him like that, it seemed like he was really impressed by the beauty of Fuyuko’s pussy. In addition to being sexy, Fuyuko even felt satisfied with her self-esteem.

“Miss, this flashlight is plastic, nothing sticks out, can I stick it in my pussy?”

The middle-aged man lowered both eyebrows and said something amazing.

“But…but…”

“It definitely won’t hurt the pussy. I really miss the fireflies in my hometown, so I want to insert a small flashlight inside my pussy, turn on the electric switch, and reminisce about that scene.”

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man also comes up with romantic ideas.

“It’s not good…but that would be fine.”

Curiosity and anticipation caused Buyuko to press her mouth to the blanket and agree in a very small voice.

“Thank you, wise and beautiful lady!”

Flattery that makes your teeth sink when you hear it. But he seemed to really think so, making it impossible for Fuyuko to get angry.

The middle-aged man bowed three times in a row before burrowing his head back into the blanket.

A clicking sound was heard, probably the middle-aged man flipping a switch near Fuyuko’s pussy.

There was no pain, but something thin and long did penetrate Fuyuko’s slit.

The sensation of being made of plastic gave Fuyuko the feeling of being abused.

Fuyuko couldn’t help but let out a hum of pleasure.

“Uh…uh…”

I had never been so excited in the past, and my pussy was burning like malaria.

The middle-aged man inserted the flashlight into the middle of the fleshy hole, still rotating it there.

“Well…”

The overly intense pleasure caused Buyuko to clench her teeth, but she couldn’t help but let out a grunt.

The flashlight rotated on one side and made thrusting motions on the other. The flesh in Fuyuko’s meaty hole began to squirm and contract.

“Ah…uh…”

Suddenly, nectar spilled out of the flesh like pee, and the paper panties were no longer happening.

At the same time, the middle-aged man’s rough fingers pinched Fuyuko’s buds.

Fuyuko was overwhelmed by the waves of sexual confusion and could only desperately suppress from making a wave of screams.

“Miss, you’re leaking, aren’t you?”

The middle-aged man pulled the small flashlight out of Buyuko’s meaty hole and held out the paper panties.

This…seems sensitive. I’m so ashamed, I can’t wait to turn into water vapor and disappear.

Fuyuko’s face rested against the strange man’s neck, reveling in the realm of orgasm.

“You don’t have to feel guilty or think you’re abnormal, there are seventy percent of women that just let off with their fingers.”

The middle-aged man patted Buyuko’s shoulder and said in a comforting tone.

“Yeah? Do you often play with women like that on the bus?”

Fuyuko felt a few moments of jealousy at the middle-aged man’s rough, but deft fingers.

“No, I have a choice of women too. My beloved wife is also at home waiting for me to return, and I have tried to restrain myself as much as possible.”

“Oh.”

“Again, you’re a particularly nice woman, and I’m afraid of feeling uneasy about being rejected by you. It was a war cry at first, too. From what point did you decide to say yes?”

“I won’t tell you, you’re very cunning, this won’t make you sick, will it?”

“No, but that’s usually what you wear on your fingers when you play directly with your pussy. I’d be sad if my wife got sick, so you could say it’s special.”

The middle-aged man pulled his finger cuffs and condoms out of his pocket and made an embarrassed smile.

“You’re sleepy, aren’t you? Want to sleep?”

“Well, but I can’t sleep.”

As they spoke, they put their mouths on each other’s ears, creating a feeling of impatience, which was what caused Fuyuko’s lower half to tingle again.

“Can I kiss you with my very smelly mouth?”

The middle-aged man said something that didn’t seem erotic, but rather surprised Fuyuko.

The fat lips had no blood color at all, and a mouthful of yellow teeth, completely different from her husband’s clean-feeling mouth, but…

“Yes, but will the people around us see it?”

“It won’t. There’s only one driver to watch out for, but probably thinks we’re a couple or parents, so don’t worry.”

“Parents?”

“I’m sorry, it’s probably impossible for an ugly man like me to give birth to a beautiful young lady like you.”

“There…kiss it.”

It occurred to Fuyuko that it would probably take a bit of patience, so she tilted her face up to accept the man’s mouth.

I thought it would be a dirty and rude kiss, but the middle-aged man only pressed his lips to the point where it seemed like he was touching. Only when Fuyuko was a little anxious did this suck on Fuyuko’s lips and then push his tongue inside Fuyuko’s mouth.

Fuyuko’s lower body was tingling again.

“You have thick lips, can you kiss me down there too? I just showered yesterday, so maybe it smells.”

The middle-aged man made an unexpected request.

Fuyuko was still alarmed.

“It’s…but…”

Fuyuko couldn’t help but look around as she listened to the middle-aged man. Only the sound of snoring could be heard, as if all the travelers were in dreamland.

“What does it matter, it can be compared to a lover’s, come on!”

The awesome thing about this middle-aged man is that he is aggressive in everything. Immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his dark, thick but slightly soft rod.

“It doesn’t matter, just do it in the blanket, the driver sits in the dead center, make it quick.”

The middle-aged man told the hesitant Buyuko to bend her upper body in the sitting position and sit cross-legged in the sitting position, blocking the direction of the access road with her back.

The fact that she had just been given such intense sensuality and the anticipation of what was to come next caused Buyuko to move her face closer to the man’s crotch as the middle-aged man placed the blanket over Buyuko’s head.

The middle-aged man’s rod had a strong smell, as if it were a mixture of sweat and urine, but it also had the mind-blowing smell of a strong man.

Fuyuko made up her mind, and as she stretched her mouth forward in the darkness, she touched the man’s semi-erect glans.

The rod reacted immediately, the glans rising upwards. The thought that it was by her power gave rise to the same feeling of joy as when it was against her husband.

The middle-aged man’s hands reached into the blanket and grabbed the breasts from the bra.

The pain in her breasts traveled directly to her lower body, making it burn and wet there.

Battle raced to get the man’s rod between her lips.

That thing was as hard as a spleen wine bottle, and it became so thick that Fuyuko’s mouth could barely contain it.

(What would happen if I inserted something so thick there…it would be best to try it halfway through the ride…but it’s not going to happen, my husband will be picking me up at the end of the line.)

The unimaginable love for the middle-aged man’s erotomania that was unimaginable two hours ago caused Fuyuko to develop an abnormal mood. It was the third time, including her husband, that she had taken a man’s thing in her mouth, and to show her sincerity, Fuyuko licked the rod not only with her lips but also with her tongue. Although it was barely, she still felt the bruises coming out of her tongue.

(Not just breasts or nipples, how good would it be to suck with both front and back holes being played with…in a wide open area.) No, maybe it’s best to stimulate for fear of being seen. I didn’t realize I was such a promiscuous woman. No, it’s a woman’s sexual instinct.)

Unable to help herself, Fuyuko began to push harder, and Fuyuko just greedily sucked on the rod of the man she had met not even three hours ago.

“Thank you, this kind of thing depends on the mood, it’s best to ask your lover to teach you more!”

The middle-aged man tapped Fuyuko on the shoulder through the blanket and said in a more or less regretful tone.

“Miss! Will you swallow it?”

As a signal to oblige the man’s request, Fuyuko sucked on the meat stick more enthusiastically.

Soon, a large amount of warm liquid was in Fuyuko’s mouth.

…The middle-aged man sitting next to him was making loud snoring noises sleeping for about an hour.

Fuyuko turned on her side and rested her head on the man’s shoulder, but couldn’t fall asleep. Her whole body was on fire, as if she was turning into a sex organ.

In two and a half hours, it will be dawn, and I am anxious to experience more erotic behavior. I would love to have more sexual experience from a man other than my husband.

“Ah…Shizue…crap, no.”

The middle-aged man caresses Fuyuko’s breasts and then wakes up when his hand goes to his crotch, saying words that break Fuyuko’s heart to hear.

The middle-aged man seems to have recovered his spirit because he slept after ejaculation.

“Miss, do you still have a change of paper panties?”

“I’ve been married for three months and I’m not a lady anymore!”

“I see, I thought you were in high school so I wouldn’t dare be too rude. Whew! You got new boxers.”

The middle-aged man’s mouth was close to Fuyuko’s ear, and his hand was stroking the still-wet stamen under the blanket, still inserting his little finger into it.

“Take your panties off, there’s not enough backup to go around. There’s probably some man who likes to be jealous waiting on that side, you’ll be under suspicion, oh, so I left my handkerchief here.”

The middle-aged man had done something that had suffered suspicion to worry about Buyuko like this.

Fuyuko lifted up her skirt under the blanket and removed her panties, also taking out the handkerchief that she was afraid of staining the paper triangles in the way of the stamen and storing it in her purse.

The heart began to pound again, as if there were great stones weighing on his chest.

The pantyless pistil was overflowing with even more nectar, and the roots of my thighs were a little cool from the lice blowing in from somewhere.

“I’m going to lick you there, is that okay?”

“Well, but will people see it?”

“Never mind, this is the safest time. Haven’t the front sitters already started? They shouldn’t know each other.”

When looking in the direction the middle-aged man’s eyes were pointing, it was true that in the first half of the night there was only a woman in her thirties sitting next to an extra man in his fifties sitting there.

The woman’s head was leaning against the car window, and it seemed to Fuyuko that the woman did accept the man’s molestation, making Fuyuko think that there were too many lonely men and women in modern times.

In any case, Fuyuko’s lower body was as passionate as fire.

“To get you into a very difficult position, I’m going to put my legs on the armrests of the lean-to and lie down.”

“Uh-huh.”

Fuyuko’s voice trembled a little.

“You’re going to face the car window, lift up your skirt, sit down using my face as a cushion, and the blanket is going to be draped over your shoulders, it’s a more natural look and won’t be seen. Got it?”

“Well, I’ll try.”

Fuyuko followed the middle-aged man’s instructions, lifted her skirt, raised her ass and rode the middle-aged man’s face.

The middle-aged man who used the two sitting seats as a bed grabbed Fuyuko’s ass and spread the flower lips to the left and right as she draped the blanket over her shoulders.

Her pussy nucleus was also pulled, causing an indescribable itchy sensation in Fuyuko’s lower body.

(Oops, his beard stabbed the stamen and he’s still chirping and sucking there, so wow…ah…can’t make a sound, otherwise it’s not going to play…)

As she suppressed her voice, the pleasure with a sense of guilt raced through Fuyuko’s body at even more four speeds.

(And not just the flesh, hopefully he’ll suck on the nub, and yes, let him lick the anus first!)

As Fuyuko moved the center of her ass slightly in the man’s face, the middle-aged man immediately saw what Fuyuko was asking for and inserted a finger inside her anus.

(Aww… fingers twirling in his ass, his hand skills are pro-level, and my nectar is making this man’s face completely wet.)

Fuyuko’s hand pressed down on her self-same mouth to keep the grunts of pleasure from showing while she wiggled her ass.

(Ah… I can’t help it even if I don’t play with my pussy… Ah, I’m going to give out… It’s so hard not to make a sound… Ah… I’ve reached the limit…)

Fuyuko clenched her teeth, desperately trying to hold back the pleasure that was going to bubble out of her mouth.

Fuyuko even showed some lewd grunts as the man pressed his palm against her clit and rotated it.

“Ah…uh…”

Right in the midst of the sensual waves, Fuyuko ascends to the pinnacle of pleasure. With the weight of her entire body falling on the man’s face, the tip of the middle-aged man’s nose and lips formed a gentle after-play on Fuyuko.

Just take a break.

…A short but sweet sleep.

The eastern sky was still dark.

The woman in her thirties and the man in his fifties in the front seat swapped seats, leaning their heads against each other, presumably as the sex act went to rest.

The middle-aged man sitting next door suddenly said, “Are you awake from your nap? Don’t go to sleep before dawn, and really stick your meat stick in this time, okay?”

“It’s good, but can it? It’s too risky.”

“I haven’t had that experience either.”

The middle-aged man, perhaps as foreplay, slipped his hand under the blanket and under the pantyless Fuyuko’s ass, caressing both the stamen and the anus.

Fuyuko’s lower body immediately began to stir, and there was only about an hour until dawn.

The sense of anticipation caused both the labia and the nub to begin to swell.

“The driver is no problem, the problem this time is the two women in the seats on the access road side who look like college students, but still seem to be asleep.”

The middle-aged man explained the situation on that side.

“Tell you what, I’ll put my legs out straight with my back to those two women, and you turn your back to me and sit on my lap. If anyone sees, just make like you’re rubbing my leg for me and a daughter taking care of her father.”

“No, it’s a couple with a bigger age difference. You have to have faith in that.”

“Ah! I haven’t heard that kind of talk in ten years. Well, let’s begin.”

The middle-aged man’s legs were stretched out on the seat, the lower half of his body covered with a blanket, and he began to remove his pants and underwear.

Fuyuko’s flower heart almost exploded as she watched the sky outside the window gradually change from pitch black to deep blue, draped in a blanket and sitting on the man’s crotch.

The seat is higher, more or less uneasy, but full of excitement.

“Is today a safe day?”

The middle-aged man fondled the breasts from behind while lightly biting Fuyuko’s earlobe.

“I might have my period tomorrow, so it’s a safe day for that.”

Fuyuko replied thinking that finally there was a rod that wasn’t her husband’s that was going to be inserted inside the center of the flower. The lower half of her body trembled slightly, and she could feel the overflow of a stickier nectar that was different from the past.

“It’s your humming that scares me the most, so bear with me.”

The middle-aged man pressed his scarf over Fuyuko’s mouth, which made Fuyuko feel like she was being raped.

“It’s going in, and it’s safer for you to let it out quickly.”

The middle-aged man’s glans touched the perineum and immediately slipped inside Fuyuko’s fleshy hole.

“Ah…good! Almost dead…I’m so lucky to have met the genius of the sex religion.”

Fuyuko was able to control the pleasure herself, sometimes wiggling her ass from side to side, sometimes rotating her hips clockwise or counterclockwise, and the sexy waves were coming.

The middle-aged man’s hand found the nub and rubbed it.

“Uh…ah…”

Desperately trying to hold back, he still let out a grunt. Waves of pleasure came in waves.

“Ma’am, it’s okay, I have motion sickness pills here.”

When she heard the young woman’s voice, Fuyuko fainted.

Chapter 5: The Young Woman’s Pink Lingerie

A highly confidential dictation survey file commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer is still ongoing.

@Naoko Sawa, twenty-seven years old, housewife.

It was a Sunday last year.

The sky had foamy clouds as if it was about to snow.

After spending five days of New Year’s vacation in China, her husband, Yahiko, returned to London, where he was traveling on business. This will have to be endured for another three months.

Naoko put on her kimono and then hesitated for a while before putting on her looser white boxers.

When wearing a kimono, a bra and panties are superfluous. If you can see the line of the panties, it’s a low grade, but it’s cold.

However, there are other reasons…

Today, I’m going to learn flower arranging, which my husband also encouraged. If you call it a master, Toshiyuki Sekine, who still looks young, teaches flower arrangement.

He was a close friend of the husband’s, thirty-five years old.

His father was not well known as a writer, but called himself a genre after voluntarily quitting his job. There were many students and the flower arrangements came to life.

…The tram was much slower because of the snow.

“Oh, today’s dress is more gorgeous than a flower, but the students have all gone back from class.”

Sekine took Naoko’s jacket and led her to not her usual classroom, but the smaller living room.

“Mr. Sekine, where is the wife and the son? And mother?”

“Just missed it, they went to Kyoto for a visit. Oh, and brought early blooming plums and daffodils, perfect for the new spring.”

Sekine was dressed in light jeans, as if he didn’t want to teach flower arranging. There was already a gas stove, but still, under the low table with the fireplace, they began to drink. Naoko was worried about wrinkling her own kimono, but still sat down facing each other.

Sekine stretched his leg under the hearth table and pressed his toes against the base of Naoko’s thigh.

(Ouch! It’s itchy, although there is and take the shirt, but it’s very thin… Wiggle the buttocks and will suspect that I have realized, rather not good, only pretend not to know, another five points will touch there…)

“Naoko, you drink too, it takes an open mind to arrange flowers.”

Sekine said with confidence.

When Naoko looked toward the small coffee table, there were gray dead reeds and vines of bitter melon and huckleberry in a white vase that looked classic but showed a lively freshness.

“A publisher came by today to photograph that bottle of flowers and said something about ‘beauty in a messy tone.’ Out of the payroll class making money.”

Sekine’s student population has really increased quite a bit.

Sekine picked up his glass and drank, and unintentionally, or as a joke, the base of Sekine’s foot twisted at the base of Minako’s thigh.

The sensation of being more comfortable than a slutty itch made Misheiko want to lift her ass to avoid it.

“All I knew in high school and college was playing soccer, which doesn’t even come close to flower arranging.”

“Oh, by the way, when I saw your husband on New Year’s Day, he was as spry as ever.”

Seeing him like this, he even mentioned his husband, probably didn’t think of doing a prank.

Sekine’s foot reached even further inward, the tip of his foot having reached a point three centimeters from his anus, where the very perineum was.

(Ah…what to do? My husband isn’t interested in this place, but it reminds me of when I came back from the festival in high school. I’m most afraid of touching my anus…the feeling will make…what to do…

Come to think of it, I guess my body is prone to catching fire because I had sex with Hanya for five days of the New Year.)

It’s rare to wear a kimono, and it’s not easy to change your sitting position to avoid Sekine’s feet.

“Naoko, drink.”

“Thanks, it wouldn’t be good to drink before practicing flower arranging.”

“No. Getting drunk, instead of being able to drain the reality and the illusion, would be good. Maybe I’m the only one like that.”

Sekine uttered the words that Naoko felt were justified, raised his toes and lightly touched the side of Naoko’s anus. Of course, at the same time, it also stimulated the inner side of the thigh root.

Without understanding what Sekine was thinking, Naoko felt guilty at the sensation of her anus swelling.

“I’ll drink.”

In an attempt to suppress the marvelous pleasure that shouldn’t have arisen, Naoko picks up her glass and takes a large gulp of wine.

“Ah…he did it on purpose, didn’t he. The toe of my foot touched my anus, ah, what to do…goosebumps on my body.”

Naoko’s sensitive anus, though protected by layers of clothing, felt it begin to swell.

It wasn’t just the anus, but that soothing tingling sensation traveled throughout the body.

“Sekine…sir.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

I don’t know if Sekine is pretending to be confused or if her husband’s absence makes Naoko more self-conscious.

Not only that, but Sekine, true to form, had played soccer and skillfully used his entire foot, pressing his thumb tightly against Nayoko’s anus, then pressing the root of his toes against his perineum, rocking the back of his foot underneath the stamen.

(I can’t! If this keeps up, not only will my kimono get messy, I won’t be able to stand up, and the nectar there might stain the waistband under my kimono… Unfortunately, if my husband were at home, this kind of itchiness would be solved…)

It even occurred to Naoko that Sekine was okay if she was a stranger. Having an affair with a stranger and breaking up with each other, and with her husband’s best friend, there might be fallout.

Enduring the trembling of her anus and stamen, and in an effort to eliminate the reaction she was having to Sekine’s foot, Naoko stood up and said, “Sekine-san, let me make a little drink.”

Finding her own pistil wet, she felt a wave of dizziness.

“And wear an apron to avoid staining your kimono.”

Possibly losing the target of his molestation, Sekine’s expression was a bit disappointed.

Naoko turned around quickly, grabbed Sekine’s apron and opened the refrigerator. The itchy sensation in her lower body was still there.

(Mr. Sekine really looks like a pornographer. When I quit my job five years ago, I was sweating for him, but I didn’t realize that he was getting more and more students and calling himself a yakuza. His attitude is getting arrogant. He might as well be a real pornographer. Better to play pranks on me while I’m sleeping…that way my ego won’t be hurt. (What would I do if I did sleep…)

“Don’t force yourself to cook a dish that even my wife won’t cook, just make something random.”

It was indirect, but it wasn’t with my hands, it was with my toes playing with the stamens, so I was still a little embarrassed to give a dry chuckle when I finished.

Nesko gamely took two small dishes and placed them on the table.

“Naoko, do you really want to learn flower arranging?”

“It goes without saying?”

Naoko sat back down under the stove table.

Sekine’s foot roots had retracted. On the one hand, he felt relieved, but on the other hand, he felt a bit of a sense of loss.

“I have ways of making rapid progress.”

“What is the method?”

As Naoko sat down again, her buttocks touched the apron that had gotten wet earlier, and she couldn’t help but remember the excitement that had arisen earlier.

“That’s as important as a diploma, not something to be told lightly, not even to a best friend’s wife.”

“Maybe.”

“Let me disclose a little, that is to make yourself completely flowery. Although it’s difficult, I can teach you.”

“Is it a special class you need to take?”

“Yes, very close to the secret, to steal the gist of my flower arrangement. Let’s have a drink first, it’s important to get drunk too, that way you can get to know the stamens.”

Sekine said on the one hand and urged for a drink on the other.

“When you get drunk, you go to sleep, and that’s a problem. I can only drink a little. Can’t drink much.”

If they were really drunk and subjected to that kind of molestation just now, they could make a show of pretending to be unaware of each other, but would it be too dangerous?

“It doesn’t matter if you sleep, the radio says the trolley has stopped running.”

“That’s bad, I’m going to have to hurry back after this bit of drinking before I do.”

Naoko picked up her glass and drank the rest of the wine as if she was giving herself up, finding it bitter…

“Naoko, you seem sleepy.”

“Yeah? What’s wrong with me?”

Her mind was still clear, but her limbs were weak, and Naoko couldn’t help but lie down on the tatami mat.

“You’re okay, don’t catch a cold, yo.”

Feeling out Sekine sat down beside her and covered her with a blanket while his hand crept into the neckline.

Naoko’s brain was half awake and half hazy, her arms and legs paralyzed with soreness and weakness.

“Naoko…Naoko…”

Sekine shook her body.

“Ah…uh…no more…”

More or less awake, but her tongue seemed to be in knots. I could feel Sekine’s hands invading Naoko’s bra-less kimono, gently caressing her breasts and occasionally pinching her nipples.

“Naoko, it doesn’t matter. I think it’s better to unbuckle the obi of the kimono.”

Sekine whispered in Naoko’s ear, and tapped her cheek with her finger, like she was making sure Naoko was awake.

Seeing that Naoko didn’t answer, she began to unbuckle the obi of her kimono.

(Probably the sleeping pills in the wine, what a bad guy. Actually, I also thought that it wouldn’t hurt to be toyed with while I was sleeping, so I can’t blame him alone.)

Sekine smoothly undid the obi of her kimono, leaving Nayoko’s body with nothing but her pink shirt.

“Naoko…Naoko…”

Sekine was still making sure that Naoko was really asleep.

“…”

Naoko’s mind was no longer clear, but she still intuited that it would be dangerous to continue undressing, but didn’t want to answer because she felt overwhelmed.

“Really asleep? Naoko…”

After Sekine finished speaking, he sat there quietly, and shortly afterward, as if he couldn’t help it, began to flip Naoko’s body over.

Naoko found herself subconsciously assisting Sekine’s movements in her half-sleep.

(When it comes down to it, if you completely pretend to be asleep, you won’t stick it in to a sleeping woman any more, right? That might even stop the affair from happening…ah…it’s got me prone. All that’s left on my body are my tight clothes and socks.)

Sekine lifted up his bodysuit, and if he didn’t have his boxers on, the lower half of his body would be completely naked.

Probably because Naoko was her best friend’s wife and felt Sekine’s trepidation.

It doesn’t feel cold, and the flames from the gas stove seem to reach right up to your thighs.

Sekine had lifted the bodysuit all the way up, as if gazing at the lace-trimmed panties.

Even in her hazy world, Naoko could feel the surface of her ass burning, her anus squirming, her pistil swollen and wet, and her nub beginning to tingle.

“Naoko, you’re sound asleep.”

Sekine was timid, his ear close to Naoko’s nose and mouth, and lightly touching his anus through his boxers.

In her hazy state, Naoko felt the pleasure of her body about to dissolve at her best friend’s fingers.

(Ah…it’s no good…his fingers are reaching the front. Because of the molestation just now, the front of the panties is wet…ah…but it’s comfortable…)

With a little hesitation, Sekine’s fingers slid from Naoko’s anus to her perineum, and after hovering between her ass and thighs, slipped underneath her slit.

There’s no space between the pubic bone and the tatami mat, so fingers don’t seem to intrude easily. That would prevent him from realizing the panties are wet…

Sekine seemed to get impatient and started pulling down on Naoko’s boxers.

(Ah…the anus is seen by him…it seems like the anus is bulging…)

The limbs were still too weak to move. Possibly due to the fact that it produced the ability to carry out abnormal behavior, Naoko seemed to be more awake.

Sekine’s breath sprayed onto Naoko’s ass-crack, as if only the anus and pistil were particularly sensitive anymore.

Sekine seemed determined to enjoy the stamen, folding the cushion in half and tucking it under his waist.

(It’s okay to see there…but it’s best not to find the panties wet…)

Only a few days ago, her husband said, “Pretty pink, it’s proof that you’re not having an affair.” Naoko’s pistil, which was praised in this way, started to face upwards because of the cushion under her waist, and her panties were pulled down below her knees.

“Wow…it’s a pink world.”

Sekine muttered an exclamation and pushed his anus and pistil to the left and right at the same time.

“Naoko, you’re not awake, are you?”

Sekine said in a voice that destroyed this half-dream state, spitting on Naoko’s anus and front door.

“Hoo…hoo…”

Naoko, on the contrary, let out a snore as wanted to continue indulging in this sexy dream world.

“Contrary to the beautiful color, it smells horny, like milk that has gone rancid. Naoko, you really are still dreaming, aren’t you.”

Sekine’s voice was small and sounded as if he was timid, but he still slipped his palm into Naoko’s crotch and searched for the bud of flesh with his palm.

The husband’s best friend doesn’t seem to give him a lot of sleeping pills.

“Uh…uh…”

Naoko desperately suppressed a grunt of pleasure as the periphery of her pussy core was rubbed by Sekine’s fingers.

“Naoko…Naoko…are you alright.”

Sekine stopped his hand movements in panic when he heard Naoko’s almost normal humming. Spraying his breath right into Naoko’s earholes.

That’s when Naoko realized that even her earholes were sexy.

“Hoo…hoo…”

Not daring to wiggle her ass either, Naoko had to continue pretending to snore.

“Not awake, definitely not awake.”

Sekine was talking to himself like he was talking to himself, while gently rubbing his fingers on Naoko’s anus, and also gently putting his fingers into the stamen and rubbing it.

(Ah…it’s not good…like freshman year of high school when the body turns yellow…it’s just going to leak…ah…I can’t…ah…)

Spilling hot, wet nectar from her meat hole, Naoko felt like she was really going to pass out this time.

“What? Peeing…weird…does that still happen when you sleep?”

Naoko heard Sekine’s voice intermittently, then the voice moved away.

Hearing the calling voice of her husband’s best friend in her dreams.

“Naoko, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Ah…what to do?”

Sekine made a panicked noise.

“Ah…mmmm…that was a good night’s sleep. Whew! Where is this?”

Naoko felt physically and mentally refreshed, with only the scratchy sensation still left in her lower half.

“I’m sorry, Naoko, I thought you took the medicine and went to sleep, that was to share a little of my regular medicine with you…”

Sekine apologized while wiping the sweat from his forehead. It turned out to be a more honest man than expected, and on the flip side, there was the possibility of easily revealing the secret from earlier.

“Ah…did you do something to me?”

“No, no…just watched you mess up your clothes in your sleep, I didn’t do anything…”

“Really…”

“Never tell your husband…”

“It couldn’t be helped, I was drunk so the fault was mine and was asleep again and couldn’t remember anything.”

Only half of it was true. With so much dense juice flowing out of her pistil, and reaching orgasm and flowing out, Naoko felt overwhelmed trying to tell a lie.

“Is that so? That’s good.”

Sekine not only put on a smile, but also assumed the authority of a flower arrangement teacher.

“By the way, Naoko, would you like me to teach you flower arranging in particular?”

“And what course is that?”

“If you tell it, any secret is worthless, but at least it allows you to create a school.”

“I’m willing to take special instruction.”

Naoko felt the lower half of her body start scratching again.

“But this is a very important lesson, and my instructions must be obeyed completely, as well as not being told to anyone, can you do that?”

“Yes, I will absolutely obey orders. Now I’m going to get dressed.”

“No, you’re just fine the way you are. Why don’t you move that mirror you can move over here.”

Sekine ordered Naoko to clean up the bottles and dishes herself afterward.

“The mirror is there to show you yourself, just leave it there. You lie on your back on the hearth table now.”

Sekine brought tulips and stuck them in Naoko’s mouth.

“You’re going to be completely at the mercy of the flowers at this point.”

Sekine pulled the neckline of Naoko’s kimono open and also parted the hem to the left and right.

There was no pretending to sleep now, and Naoko’s shame was stimulated.

Sekine brought scissors and cut off Nesko’s panties.

“Sekine…sensei.”

“This is a special class, and if you speak again you may be punished.”

Sekine said in a serious manner.

“You can look in that mirror and admire the flower or vase of your flesh.”

When Sekine finished, he took five daffodils and tied them together with a rubber band.

“Don’t you move!”

Sekine came to Naoko’s feet and surprisingly inserted the daffodil into her sex.

Possibly thinking that sudden penetration would hurt the sex organ, he dipped his finger in saliva and massaged it in Naoko’s labia.

“How can you get so wet in the middle of a sacred flower arranging class?”

Sekine dipped his fingers in the nectar and applied it to the stem of the daffodil.

“Get ready inside, too.”

Sekine’s fingers penetrated inside Naoko’s fleshy hole.

This time it wasn’t as mechanical as earlier, but rather like checking the humidity or tightness inside, the finger wriggled inside Naoko’s fleshy hole.

“Ah…good…deeper…”

Naoko wanted to wiggle her ass, but held back. In doing so, the pleasure was more concentrated in her lower body.

“Your husband is so lucky to have such a fine sex organ…but that has nothing to do with the flower arranging lessons.”

Sekine spent a long time examining Naoko’s fleshy hole.

Not only did he pump his fingers in and out of his fleshy hole, but he also found a small granular area inside and rubbed it hard.

(Ah…worthy of being a flower arranging teacher…such skill exceeds my husband’s ten times. No, more than twenty times…ah…I can’t stand it anymore…)

Just in time, Sekine pulled out his fingers and inserted a bunch of daffodils into Naoko’s fleshy hole.

“Ah…uh…”

Naoko tried to hold back, but still made lewd noises.

“You don’t move! It’s only fair to try and work the light yellow flowers towards the ceiling.”

Sekine crossed his arms over his chest like he was thinking.

(Ah…better keep pumping that daffodil bouquet.)

Naoko made a lewd pose and intense pleasure kept gushing out from her body.

While resisting the itchy feeling in her lower body, she inadvertently looked towards the side mirror, and seeing her sexy and lustful posture, Naoko’s heart became even more excited.

“Hmmm… it seems like something is missing. By the way, the breasts are crying.”

Seki finished talking to and pulled out the paper clip from the cupboard.

“It would have been best to have Puccini, but now I have to use this.”

Sekine drew dried reeds from the vase, cut them short, and fastened them to Naoko’s nipples with a very tattooed needle.

“Your nipples are pointy and cute.”

Sekine finished and sighed.

(Ah…the pain of a very tattooed needle…not as much as the sensation of being close to paralyzed…now if I play with the clitoral nucleus…I’ll have an orgasm in no time.

-both nipples were decorated with dead reeds.

“There’s still something missing. By the way, the problem is the silky, plump ass.”

Sekine picked up the plum blossom that Naoko had brought and rolled tape around the root.

Looking in the mirror, he saw Sekine’s jeans bulge high in the front.

“Don’t drop the daffodil through the hole in front of you, then grab both fingers with both hands and center your ass, or anus, on the ceiling.”

“Uh…uh…”

Sekine lifted Naoko’s feet so that her anus was further towards the ceiling.

Sekine’s breath sprayed over his anus, and occasionally a cool breeze from a crack in the door or window swept over it.

“It’s only fair to prepare here as well.”

Sekine used his little finger to dip nectar from his meat hole and apply it to his anus.

(Ah…well…both the front and the back are being played with, indeed dominated by the flower.)

Transforming the lustful pleasure into the mystery of flower arranging, Naoko tricked herself like this.

Sekine’s nails were clipped, but the skin was still rough from frequent flower arranging, stimulating Naoko’s anus and rubbing it before gradually inserting it.

(Ah…great, besides being slender, there’s also moderate roughness…this is an excretory organ, so why is it still so turgid…)

Naoko’s anus was already sensitive, and now it was like the anus itself was overflowing with nectar generating mysterious pleasure.

“Does your husband play with this place too? There are strong contractions.”

Sekine’s fingers were more than one, as if there were two or three of them together intruding deeply into the anus, and for a moment, Naoko couldn’t breathe due to the intense pleasure.

“Is your husband getting it here too?”

Now she was arranging flowers and ordering Naoko not to talk, but her husband’s friend, Sekine, seemed to be envious.

“Well…”

Naoko, who had a tulip in her mouth, answered honestly with a shake of her head. It was precisely because her husband, Yahiko, didn’t do that that the anus was generating such intense pleasure.

At this point, Naoko knew that after Sekine’s fingers stimulated the anus, the pleasure was transferred to the pistil in front of her, and her nectar spilled out as if she were incontinent.

“So your husband doesn’t even know about such a delicious place.”

Sekine gently pulled his finger out of his anus, gazed at the breathing Naoko for a moment, and then inserted the taped portion of the plum blossom branch into Naoko’s anus.

“Ahh…so deep…so comfortable I’m dying…my ass hole and rectum are about to split open.”

Naoko couldn’t help but wiggle her ass to show her pleasure. It felt like the inside of the anus was starting to swell, as if it was involved in the stamen and something was about to explode.

“You can’t move! The flower arrangement will be destroyed by you.”

“Uh-uh…ah…”

Naoko spat out the tulip she had in her mouth and let out a sharp hum.

“In that case, you’ll have to immobilize your hands and feet, and you’ll have to have the atmosphere of being a vase altogether.”

After Sekine’s tepid remark, he brought twine and tied Naoko’s right hand to her right ankle and her left hand to her left ankle.

The stamens are facing the ceiling, with daffodils inserted within them, plum branches diagonally upward from the anus, and the nipples have dead reeds secured with very large striped needles.

(Ah…what kind of position is this…but it’s about to leak out. Maybe it’s the husband’s best friend, that’s why it’s so intensely sexy.)

Naoko peeked into the mirror placed next to her, and when she saw the self-same living vase, the nectar kept pouring out.

“Done! It’s the best work in a while, and I’d like to take a picture, is that okay? Naoko.”

Sekine asked as he turned the plum blossom branch to adjust its position.

“I can’t…Sensei…Mr. Sekine, if my husband finds out, my life will be over…ah…but…it’s fine.”

Naoko’s consciousness turned hazy at the thought of this pose being photographed.

“I can swear to you that I will hide this picture in the safest place possible and show it to no one, the snowy white flesh and flowers are the masterpiece of my life.”

“Um…no way…Sekine-san.”

“I’ll be using a Polaroid camera, so I won’t be developing it. I’ll only take it out when I’m doing research and when I’m having a rendezvous with you, so let’s hook up, shall we?”

Sekine kept pleading with Naoko.

“Ah…is it a rendezvous? To meet with you without your husband’s knowledge? Not practicing flower arranging?”

Naoko was so filled with pleasure all over her body that she couldn’t speak fluently enough.

“Got it, Naoko, one day only, that’ll let me shoot, right?”

“But…no way…”

Naoko opened her eyes slightly to look in the mirror next to her. Sekine, camera in hand, looks at Naoko’s pussy with wide open eyes.

“Nipples with dead reeds, ass with plum blossoms, and pussy with daffodils is just beautiful. Especially the light red daffodils with the pink pussy lips.”

Sekine seemed to be completely enamored with his masterpiece.

“Ah…”

The lewd words traveled from Naoko’s earholes to her nether regions and straight to the dark side of her soul.

“Naoko, how about a sacrifice for the flower arrangement?”

“Yes…got it.”

Nao couldn’t help but agree, and when she and her husband had sex at night, Naoe-chan would still ask for the lights to be dimmed.

“Thank you, don’t move, I’m afraid the flowers will fall.”

Sekine said excitedly, pointing the camera’s lens squarely at Naoko’s face.

Naoko turned her face so that she could just see her self in the mirror. That shameless gesture made her dizzy and close her eyes tightly.

Feel the magenta light up and hear the shutter click at the same time.

“Turn your face around, that’s my most tonguing beautiful face.”

Hear the squeak of the photo coming out of the camera.

“Ah…well…shine…”

When the magenta lights up again, the stamen gushes out a large amount of nectar and the daffodil falls off.

“Um…I’m sorry.”

Naoko apologized, not only for the daffodils falling from their stamens, but also knowing that a large amount of nectar had flowed from the stamens onto the tabletop.

“It’s hopeless, because you must be thrilled, mustn’t you?”

“Yes, and it’s still like that during flower arranging practice, so please forgive me.”

“Well, there are no more flowers there, but it’s still pretty.”

Husband’s best friend says revealing things.

The sound of the shutter was heard again.

Naoko’s stamen began to squirm, and her anus was affected by it, trembling incessantly, and the plum blossom branch fell off.

“Ah…ass’s…sorry…”

“Really, in this sacred classroom. But it looks good without the flower arrangement, and the reeds take it down.”

Sekine removes the wildly tattooed pins from his nipples and begins to photograph the flowerless torso.

“Ah…I’m going to pass out…spare me…”

Without flowers on her body, it was as if it had nothing to do with flower arranging, only the obscene gesture that made Naoko feel her body sizzle. Not only the stamen and the anus, but the whole body seemed to have turned into a sex organ.

“There’s nothing in my mouth, like I’m missing something.”

Sekine took the camera and came to where Naoko’s head was, and Naoko heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

“Naoko, use my penis as a flower.”

Without waiting for Naoko to answer, Sekine’s hot rod pressed against Naoko’s lips.

“Kiss it, suck it.”

“Um…got it.”

Guilt made Nayoko feel like she was falling deeper into self depravity. Taking Sekine’s hard rod in her mouth, the fishy odor was particularly strong unlike her husband’s.

This difference in turn makes Naoko feel so deeply about her own affair that her arousal reaches its maximum.

“This blowjob scene is nice too, I’m going to film it for a souvenir.”

Sekine pressed the shutter again.

The photo that slipped out of the camera fell onto Naoko’s pubic mound, and her pubic core felt a strong stimulation.

“Naoko, I’m going to lick yours too, is that okay?”

“Ah…whatever. Oh…”

Naoko’s lower abdomen kept rising and falling, and the strong feeling of anticipation made Naoko feel her pubic hairs stand up as well.

Sekine clamped his lips around the nub and sucked on it.

“Ah…uh…good…”

Naoko’s eyes went blank as she raced toward the apex of her orgasm.

…It’s quiet, it’s a deep blue world outside, it’s not quite dark yet, and it’s still snowing.

“Go take a shower, I’m so sorry for leaving rope marks on your hands and feet.”

Upon awakening from her rapturous stupor, her husband’s best friend, Sekine, whispered in Naoko’s ear.

At some point, it was completely naked.

“What about not toweling the place off and drying it right away? I’m not finished yet.”

The flower-arranging teacher seemed to have the strength to pick up the forty-seven-kilogram Naoko and lay her down on the tatami mat. Beside her were the flowers that had been arranged on Naoko’s body, the cut panties, and the twine.

There is also hot water in a wooden basin and the kimono hangs on the wall.

“Look, already.”

Sekine seemed to have just gotten out of the shower, with only a large bath towel on him. Pulling Naoko’s hand to the lower half of her body.

Not as hard as her husband Yahiko’s erection, but with a thick physique.

“Do you wash me?”

“Not like that.”

Naoko replied with a half-truth.

“Probably, putting flowers on his best friend’s wife while he’s away! That must not promise to kiss me.”

“Kissing won’t work, but please rub me there.”

“Does that mean it’s okay to stick it in there even though there’s no love?”

Sekine’s palm was pressing on Naoko’s stamen whose nectar hadn’t completely receded.

The flames of Naoko’s arousal ignited again.

“Um…make yourself at home.”

Sekine covers his entire sex with a hot towel. Sekine’s fingers rub at the same time on the pussy, stamen, and anus.

From Naoko’s pistil, nectar immediately gushed out.

“You’re willing to kiss the penis, but won’t accept the mouth, so you’ll have to stick it in.”

Sekine sighed and pressed into Naoko’s body.

In addition to the feeling of weight on her body, the feeling of fullness that was stronger than her husband’s caused Naoko’s flesh to tremble with excitement at the guilt.

“Naoko, okay?”

Sekine’s pubic bone pressed tightly against Naoko’s nub, his fingers rubbing against his anus.

Naoko knew that an intense orgasm was upon her again.

“Ah…great. Kissing is fine…but forget about today. Ah…uh…”

The depths of the stamen began to spasm and the kissing was wonderful.

…Ten months later, Naoko founded a new school of flower arranging with seventy-seven students. The couple lived a happy life.

Chapter 6: The Son’s Lover… Confused Three in One

The final file of a highly confidential dictation survey commissioned by a lingerie manufacturer.

@Yukihiko Watase, age 44, serves at Precision Machinery Corporation.

This was last summer.

Two things happen to Ferry Otter that make him lonely.

One of them was the early discovery that his wife had stomach cancer, and after surgery, she was hospitalized for a long time.

The second is the breakup of his son, Hideo, with his girlfriend of two years, Yatomi Yamazaki.

Yatomi stopped coming over to the house to play after a month of working at the bank after graduating from Short University.

Gorgeous face and lovely big eyes give a gorgeous impression. She has a good personality and I feel honored to have her as a daughter-in-law, but I am really sorry. It seems to be a unilateral declaration of parting with her son.

When he arrived at his wife’s, Yatomi was wearing a form-fitting dark blue dress and was arranging red flowers in a vase on the nightstand.

On the way back, as they were going in the same direction, Watanabe couldn’t help but ask as he got on the tram, “Did you resume your relationship with Hideo?”

“No, Mr. Watari Otter, I didn’t mean that.”

Three years ago, she called Watanabe “Dad”, but now Yumi said coldly, “It’s my fault, but please don’t tell Hideo.”

Yatomi’s face reddened.

“Well, if you have any difficulties in life just ask me for advice, bye.”

When Watari tries to get out of the car first, Yatomi follows as if she suddenly remembers something.

“Mr. Watari Otter, can I talk to you today? I don’t have a father, so there are a lot of things I don’t understand.”

Yatomi took Watari Otter’s arm as if she were a father to herself.

The faint scent of lemon and the touch of his arm made Wataru Sloth feel sorry for him once again.

Especially ruthless in taking Yatomi out for delicious and expensive sushi, thinking that this might be the last chance to talk.

“Yatomi, is there something to discuss?”

Seeing that Yatomi kept drinking, but didn’t ask questions, Watanabe had to destroy her.

“Mr. Watase, can you go through life without telling Hideo?”

Yatomi’s expression was serious.

“Sure.”

“Mr. Watari Otter, then let’s hook our fingers.”

Watanabe also reached out and hooked his finger. It was slightly moist and cool.

“I once made a mistake with someone of Watari Otter-san’s age, so I felt sorry for Hideo and broke up with him.”

Yatomi stared into mid-air with a blank expression.

Watanabe also looked at Yatomi silently. Are all women like this nowadays? The thought of a man the same age as himself made me feel a little angry.

“When? There?”

“Want to know? Got drunk, molested, and soon after raped. I can’t get the incident out of my head, just seeing the middle-aged man’s fingers with loose skin…”

Watari Otter can’t help but feel jealous, but wants to know the motives for being tempted. Under certain circumstances, it might be possible to forgive her.

“What a horrible look, angry? Let’s get out of here.”

She was already unrelated and regretted that she shouldn’t have gotten angry, but it was too late.

On the contrary, Yatomi stood up as if she was angry.

“Mr. Watari Otter, thank you for inviting me to dinner, now please ask, and chastise me instead of Hideo, so I can feel more or less better.”

Thinking that her mother was a devout Christian probably influenced her more or less.

Walking out of the sushi restaurant, Yatomi once again took Watase’s arm and lowered her head, her eyes a little moist.

“Don’t want anyone to hear, do you, just go to the park up ahead.”

“Uh-huh.”

Yami nodded before silently following to a park chair and sitting down.

The street light from the mercury lamps is barely reachable and slightly darker. But instead, it makes it easier to ask and easier to tell, I guess.

“Who’s on the other side?”

“Someone I met at karaoke gave me a ride home in a cab.”

“In that case, it’s been less than an hour since we met.”

“Yes…I’m sorry…”

“What exactly is the situation?”

“Caressing my thighs from my skirt, with a cab driver in front of me, too embarrassed to yell. Soon his hand went to the base of my thigh. I was a little bolder because of the wine I’d been drinking, and I was so excited and tingly that I couldn’t help but spread my thighs.”

“Oh, it’s better not to drink too much wine.”

Watase made the suggestion that it wouldn’t do much good and continued, “What happened after that?”

“Stroking me there from the skirt. The man’s touch was so gentle that it sometimes made me feel anxious! And the occasional pinch of that protruding area made me less and less able to control myself.”

Probably remembering that time, Yatomi’s eyes moistened and she sighed deeply.

“And then?”

“Got a thrill out of it and pretended to sleep so I felt a little less ashamed. The middle-aged man subtly slipped his hand into the pocket of my skirt again. Stroking through a layer of cloth, that seemed more tawdry than touching directly, and I was almost incontinent.”

“Oh…”

“Fingers slowly rubbing over the protruding area, I feel how many times better than what Hideo got.”

“Oh…”

“Rationality is really fragile, and I felt weak all over, so when he said, ‘Go have another drink somewhere else,’ I nodded my head uncontrollably when I should have been sleeping.”

Yat Mei kept recounting that episode of having sex with a strange man.

But Watase’s heart was very unsettled.

The scene of Yat Mei being molested by the middle-aged man in the taxi appeared in her mind. What would happen if he himself became that middle-aged man molesting his beautiful lover who used to be his son?

No…of course not!

“So, what happened then?”

“Forcibly pulling me to the edge of the river in Rokugo, my mind constantly screaming no, but letting him stick his head up his skirt anyway, I was ravaged there by fingers and tongue, the method of stimulation could be described as artful, with constant twisting of the fingers and licking or sucking of the protruding areas with the tongue.”

“Oh…”

“Speaking of which, I’m sorry Hideo, just like that, my mind and body seem to have fainted from the attack of the red wave.”

Presumably finished, Yatomi lowered her head and sighed deeply.

“Yatomi, it’s better to forget about it.”

“Thank you, Uncle. You’re so gentle, but I can’t forget that rough finger…I’m useless!”

As if there was no fatherly emotion to upset Yatomi, the hand that was released dazzled with sobs.

“Yatomi, thank goodness you still call me uncle. My wish is that you and Young-oh get back together.”

“Uncle, that’s impossible.”

“Oh…it’s no wonder if you can’t forget middle-aged fingers.”

“Is it any wonder…? Uncle…”

“No, that was a joke.”

“No, it’s better to tell it all.”

Quite unexpectedly, Yatomi broke into a smile and even patted Watase on the back with her hand.

“Yes…I’ll do that too!”

“Really, does Hideo’s dad want that? There’s a strong sexy vibe though.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry.”

“No, just the opposite. Can uncle be like that too? It’s a guilty thing to kiss me and touch there.”

“Oh, uh.”

Watase was still unable to truly understand the heart of Yatomi, who was twenty-four years younger than himself, but his hands were already reaching for Yatomi’s waist.

“Wow! That tickles, I should be happy.”

Yumi closed her eyes and sent her red lips over.

Watase sucked on Yatomi’s fat lips and thrust his fat tongue in as well.

“Uh…uh…”

Yumi shook her head as the two left their lips, Yumi breathing a little hard.

“Uncle is…a very bad father.”

After Yumi finished, she took the initiative to bring her mouth closer and suck on Watase’s lips.

Watase’s lips on his son’s lover from three months ago were not only fresh, but also guilty, and the rod in his pants was erected to the level of a twenty-something year old.

“Uh…uh…”

Yumi also wrapped her tongue around Watase’s tongue and twisted her soft body to hold Watase’s body tightly. Just trusting Watase completely, it was also like with a lover that she had known for a long time.

Watase slid his lips over Yatomi’s mouth, rubbing his tongue against the bed of Yatomi’s teeth, sending saliva into the other’s mouth.

Yumi made chirping noises to suck Watase’s saliva and then sent her own back to Watase.

Watase gripped Yatomi’s breasts from the thin dress and realized that she was wearing a very complicated undergarment, unlike a normal bra.

The breasts were flexible, just the right size to fit into the palm of a hand, much to Watase’s taste.

“Ah…it’s very bad dad.”

Yumi leaned her face against Watanabe’s body as if she was incapable of continuing the kiss.

Watase reached through the neckline of the dress and found the breasts under the bra. The smooth skin was elastic and rubbed at the center of the breasts.

“Ah…Hideo’s favorite place to touch. Ah…it’s so comfortable.”

Yatomi uttered slightly redundant words, her back leaning back.

Watase found the already erect nipple.

“Ah…good…uncle made it so good. The way the kissing and breast touching almost made me dissolve, I wonder how God would feel about that.”

Possibly greatly influenced by her Christian mother, Yatomi said the extra words again, causing her nipples to harden.

It was because of her fear of God that Yatomi felt a great burden for a transgression that had only happened once, and of course knew that accepting sexual stimulation from her lover’s father was also a guilty pleasure.

Watase sucked on Yatomi’s lips again while stroking Yatomi’s pussy from her thin skirt.

“Oops…there it is…the place where it’s me and it’s not me. Uncle, that’s the worst place to be.”

Yumi clenched her legs together and then slowly spread them apart.

“Yami, that’s what makes it easier to get.”

“Aiya, what are you talking about, uncle…”

Yumi puckered her mouth, but let Watase’s hand go up her skirt after she side-hugged her body.

“Ouch…my heart is about to explode.”

Yumi turned her head and asked for a kiss, also allowing Watase’s hands to move freely inside her skirt.

But Yatomi’s underwear bothered Watase. The stockings were probably old-fashioned, with garters on the thighs, and the panties were lace and tight.

Watase’s hand touched the boxer briefs, and because they were so tight, his fingers couldn’t easily intrude.

“Uncle, I’m sorry for switching to these underwear just to be careful because of the kind of thing that happened last time.”

Yami explained in a small voice.

“So, will you throw the hotel by the river with me?”

“Well…that’s it.”

Yatomi nodded vigorously.

…enter the hotel through the back door.

“Let me see you in your underwear, no, naked.”

Feeling too sexualized, Watase couldn’t help but say that after entering the room.

“Hee hee, Uncle, I haven’t showered yet.”

Yumi smiled a little and reached behind her back, unzipping her zipper.

“I’ll help.”

“May I?”

Yumi finished, turning her back around.

Watase’s hand trembled slightly as he unzipped the zipper. Pink underwear appeared, the first time I saw such underwear.

It seems to be a bra, girdle, and garter all in one undergarment.

“Uncle is showing a confused expression now, thought it’s troublesome to take it off, right? What can be done when you have to play dangerous games with your soon to be son’s lover!”

“Oh, uh.”

“That’s enough, I’ll take off the rest myself. Uncle, please turn around.”

“To increase my insight, let me see it. What is this called underwear?”

“Three in one. To keep my hands off men…I can’t believe I’m obsessed with middle-aged men and the father of the love of my life who just broke up.”

“No, it’s my bad.”

“No, I would think that God is generous; is Uncle willing to love me until I have my next lover?”

“Is it okay? I am okay with that.”

“Great, that way I’m willing to pose more reluctantly, and kinkier. Hee hee.”

It turns out that Yatomi even winks and pushes her ass over again as if in jest, the wet mark at the bottom of her panties the size of her hand.

“Yeah, so just put your hands on the edge of the bed like this and spread your thighs apart, okay?”

Just kissing and gently stroking in her skirt made her panties so wet that Watase demanded her favorite position from Self in amazement.

“Really, it’s true that I’m middle-aged and take my jokes seriously. However, I’ll say yes. When I’m with uncle, my heart will thump and it’s pleasant…I’m sorry to say that I’m really sorry to Hideo, probably because of my father’s early death, but I’ve looked up to uncle since I was in high school.”

After Ayumi finished with a slightly restored serious expression, she stood at the edge of the bed and looked back at Watase.

That made it look like this kind of underwear was really suitable for her to wear. For Watase, the construction of the underwear was still complicated and she didn’t know how to take it off.

“It’s really nice of Uncle to look at my face instead of my underwear, and to stare at it, too.”

Yatomi turned her head around and said.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Uncle doesn’t listen to me either.”

“Sorry.”

“From before I betrayed Hideo…I began to fantasize about kissing my uncle, or my uncle playing with my there with his fingers…and forced penetration intercourse scenes, which I then played with my own fingers. I’m such a very bad woman.”

“Is that so? I’m embarrassed and happy to hear that…”

Watase was more than a little sentimental as he thought about Yatomi’s life and the influence of religion.

“Yatomi, so the panties are just wet?”

“What? I don’t know. Ah! It’s true, what should I do… shame on me…”

Yumi ran her hand over the bottom of her boxers, then crouched down like she was trying to hide it.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m rather impressed, it’s only natural, and I love soiled underwear. So could you stand up and show me?”

“Is it okay? I can’t believe it myself when I’m wet like this.”

Yumi stood up and cheerfully squared her ass to Watase.

“Yatomi, can you pull your panties back a little so I can see inside?”

“Uncle is so bad, the underwear is like this, and it’s even worse there. Not disappointed with the look?”

“I want to see it, I want to know everything about Yatomi.”

“So, is that it?”

Yumi said petulantly, then used her hands to pull open her boxers.

Watase’s face moved closer to where his breath could spray onto Yatomi’s ass, looking closely.

Emmy’s anus was a beautiful peach color, wet and vibrant looking.

“Is Uncle concerned about anal?”

Pulling back the boxers a bit to expose the anus and also making it undulate while slowly wiggling her ass.

“Concerned about Yatomi…of course.”

“Hee hee, thanks. I like it when uncle gives me a touch too, uncle won’t be mad.”

“Of course not.”

“Hideo said it was a place to defecate and always refused to touch it.”

That’s because his wife’s upbringing prioritized cleanliness, and because of that, Hideo was abandoned… Watase swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

“Yeah…”

Watase touched his index finger on Yatomi’s anus.

“Ah…a very strange feeling, still the middle-aged uncle knows more about the place.”

Yatomi’s ass went from rocking from side to side to rocking back and forth as her anus inserted her index finger into the first joint.

“Uncle, take a look at the front too…get the back on one side…ah…uh…”

Yatomi let out a hoarse hum as Watase inserted two fingers into her anus.

The anal hole was wet and soft, but the inside felt dry instead.

“Yatomi, can you pull your panties down to your knees, that way it’s easy to see and touch.”

“Is that…so?”

Yumi pulled her mostly wet panties down, and when she looked back at Watase, there was a resentful look in her eyes, but she looked more beautiful than Yumi ever had.

“Uncle is as horny as I thought, wait can I do something more embarrassing?”

“Sure.”

“Won’t you hate me?”

“How could it be.”

Watase casually replied as he was admiring Yatomi’s pussy. Such a beautiful place… had she fucked Hideo in the past and been played with by strange middle-aged men?

“Uncle…is it really dirty? I really don’t feel comfortable with it.”

Soon, the flesh buds fluffed and swelled, exposing their pink heads from the foreskin. The inner slit overflowed with nectar, dripping to the floor.

“No, Yatomi. Because it’s so beautiful, it surprises me.”

“Lie to me. Uncle didn’t say so, but it must smell. There’s no washing there, and it’s exciting.”

Yumi asked while wiggling her ass.

Watase’s nose moved closer and did smell it, finding it fresh and aromatic.

“Really, Uncle’s nose even makes a humming sound when he sniffs. I’m a strange person too, knowing that uncle looks and smells like that, I can hardly stand it.”

Yumi wiggled her ass a few times so hard in a hurry that one of her red high heels was about to come off.

“Yatomi, don’t move.”

Wanting to get a closer look at Yatomi’s pussy, Watase clasped his hands around his ass and pressed his face against the smooth mound of his ass. The vast majority of women’s asses were cool, except for Yatomi’s, which was warm, probably because there was lust burning inside.

Watase grabbed both mounds of flesh and pulled them apart hard to the left and right.

“Ah…is uncle looking inside? It’s so wet, it’s hard to see, isn’t it.”

“No, it’s like a ripe peach cut in half, it’s really pretty.”

Watase squirts a breath on Yatomi’s pussy and speaks from the heart.

Yatomi’s stamen responded to Watase’s breathing as well, immediately overflowing with clear liquid.

“Uncle…use your fingers or tongue…play with it there.”

Watase didn’t do that right away, pulling his labia apart wider and stimulating the buds of flesh with his breath, making Yatomi wait.

“Uncle…don’t torture me…even if I have a lover, I will still come and go with uncle…now hurry up and get it.”

“Yatomi, be patient.”

“But… Uncle… ah… such excitement, it’s the first time in my life… use your fingers.”

Hideo probably didn’t know the technique of making a woman anxious because he was young. That middle-aged man met a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and plunged in right away, I guess.

Yatomi wiggled her ass violently, almost shaking Watase’s hand away, her legs trembling at times.

“Ah…I’m dying…please…Uncle…”

Ignoring Yatomi’s pleas for restitution, Watase sat down cross-legged before picking up a cigarette and lighting it.

Parting the labia with his left hand, he observed the writhing pattern and puffed his cigarette on it.

“Uncle…is this the punishment for ignoring it…or for treating me like a visual rape?”

“Both.”

“Ah…it’s leaking…it’s leaking…”

A clattering sound was heard and the pussy spasmed, expelling about two cups of fluid.

“Uncle…sorry for peeing…”

Yatomi sat on Watase’s legs and turned her head to apologize.

Watase extinguished his cigarette butt and ran his hand behind Yatomi’s crotch, smelling the flavor of the liquid that had just leaked out.

Smell the distinctive odor of a woman’s sex organ, but no ammonia or alcohol.

This proves that Yat Mei is a woman with the so-called squirting body.

“Yatomi, do you do this every time?”

“No…fantasizing about playing with uncle once, when I was with a strange middle-aged man, I couldn’t resist just because I was also leaking a bowl and a half, and I was so ashamed that I couldn’t resist.”

Yatomi lowered her head, her hands clawing at the carpet.

“Yatomi, it’s not pee.”

“Uncle, lie to me…”

Yatomi stared her already large eyes even more round and wide.

“Then go to the bathroom.”

“Is it to check…if what’s leaking is urine?”

Seeing Wataru lazily take out a small flashlight, Yatomi followed into the bathroom.

“Well, with your heels off and your underwear on, squat down on the tiles, spread your thighs, and let me see the urethra.”

Watase said in a commanding tone.

“Is that so… ah… shame on you…”

It’s obscene to make a peeing pose in 3-in-1 lingerie and high heels.

Watase turned on his flashlight.

“Do you have to use one of those things to shine it this bright?”

Yumi dazzled and sobbed.

“Well, you pee now, you’ve just leaked two cups, so if it’s urine, there shouldn’t be a lot left.”

Watase said as he shined a flashlight on Yatomi’s urethra.

“Will it spray uncle?”

Yumi defecated hard, her fleshy hole opening up.

“It doesn’t matter if you squirt or not, it’s more important to prove that it’s not pee that you’re getting, but that you’re squirting out tons of nectar.”

“Thank you Uncle.”

“Besides, it’s honorable to spray your pee.”

To make it easy for Yatomi to defecate, use your fingertips to press on the area of the urethra.

“So Uncle was thinking the same thing I was. I dreamed three times that Uncle squirted piss all over me. When I woke up, it was really wet there… Come on, dig me in with your fingers.”

“No way! Must pee first now.”

This time Watase used the palm of his hand to press hard just below Yatomi’s navel.

“Uncle…it’s coming out, but it’s not coming out…what was just there is still pee, not nectar, right?”

“Yatomi, how does this feel?”

Watase pressed harder with his palms.

“Oops…it’s coming out…uncle get out of the way.”

Watase backed into the corner of the bathroom, his face pressed against the tile floor as he observed Yatomi’s pussy.

“Ah…Uncle…please look most embarrassed.”

Shoo…

A light yellow liquid squirted out.

It does smell of ammonia and alcohol, and there is a fair amount of it.

“This just tastes different than the nectar from earlier. Emmy, stand up and sit on the edge of the tub while I wash you.”

“Thank you Uncle.”

Yumi sat on the edge of the tub, her thighs spread wide apart for ease of washing, and one of her heels came off.

“That’ll stain the underwear. Where did you get it?”

Watase does fall in love with the 3-in-1 lingerie and develops a desire to make Yatomi have sex while wearing it.

“I bought this underwear at a specialty store in Shibuya, it’s imported and quite expensive, don’t you like it uncle?”

“No, quite the opposite. I like it, I’ll buy it for you next time.”

“Great, that’s my dream too. Will uncle come with me?”

“Sure, but is it okay to just stick it in like that?”

Wash Yatomi’s pussy with hot water.

“Ah…Uncle sure is a bit of a pervert…no, maybe it’s the middle-aged man’s wisdom about sex…of course.”

Watase hurriedly wiped Yatomi’s pussy with a towel and then carried it to the bed, dropping her other high heel.

“Now I’m going to use my fingers and tongue to my heart’s content.”

“Thank you, Uncle, for being able to take everything I have and make a toy out of it.”

Yatomi allowed Watase to lift her legs so that the flesh buds, stamens, and anus were fully exposed to Watase.

“You have a soft body, and by the way, you and Hideo met at the stadium.”

“Stop talking about Hideo. Uncle…ah…there…quick…”

“Yatomi, scratch your own toes.”

“Yes, ah! This is exciting… mmm…”

Yatomi grunted out a lewd sound as Watase took the bud in his mouth and sucked on it.

“Uh…ah…oh…”

When the index finger was inserted into the flesh hole and stirred, Yatomi let out a growl-like sound and twisted her body. With so much nectar already spilling out, it should be easy to penetrate. Watase felt great interest in when she could squirt.

“Please uncle, I really can’t. Just give it to me… ah…”

After this period of waiting, Yatomi had probably reached her limit.

Watase decided to let her leak out once first.

“Okay…how about this?”

Watase inserted three fingers into his fleshy hole, thrusting either shallowly or deeply, while sucking on the nub with his lips clamped around it, and also inserting his pinky into his anus.

Three places squirming at once.

“Ah…good…good…dying…ah…uh…”

Yumi desperately twisted her head, her body turning into a big shape, her chest and belly undulating like waves while spilling out a large amount of nectar.

“Aaahhh…uh…”

Yumi let out a sharp grunt before going into a comatose state.

Watase decides to bond with Yatomi by first laying a bath towel under Yatomi’s ass.

“Yatomi, it’s going to start now!”

Watase was not in a hurry as he inserted his rod into Yatomi’s flesh hole. The flesh hole was still slightly squirming “Uncle, what should I do if I really die from too much comfort? Ah…”

Yatomi’s fleshy hole was sizzling hot, and it was clamping down on Watase’s rod. It was as if a late blooming cherry blossom suddenly blossomed one day because of the cold.

“Uncle…it’s so comfortable…I’m so scared…I’m going to get comfortable again…why is this…”

Watase didn’t answer, knowing in his heart that it was a guilty pleasure. Immediately, he pressed his mouth onto Yatomi’s and sucked hard.

“Well…I like Uncle.”

Yatomi uttered dangerous words.

“Thanks Yatomi, but don’t say anything if you like me or love. What’s between the two of us will always be a secret.”

The wife and Hideo will be furious when they find out about this.

“I know. Now please go on, there’s more torture to be done…now love me…”

Yumi hugged Watase tightly, her fingertips sinking into her back, and her flesh hole clamped down on Watase’s rod. So Watase was ravaging his meat hole with his hard and thick rod like he did when he was young.

“Ah…dying again…Uncle…could this be happening…ah…uh…”

Yatomi’s fleshy hole, especially the opening and its midsection, clamped down on Watase’s rod in particular.

For some reason, the amount of nectar became less, but thicker. The pleasure of the union grew stronger.

“Ah…I can’t…my eyes are white…Uncle…I’m going to die…”

Yatomi, who had been her son’s lover not so long ago, lifted her ass hard.

“Ah…dying…ah…good…”

“No, you should say it’s going to leak.”

Watase said as he twisted his pubic bone pressing against Yatomi’s nub.

“Ah…I’m going to give out…Ying…Fu…ah,” Yumi screamed her beloved’s name and flew to heaven.

Wataru Sloth also started jetting.

“I leaked…”

Yatomi uttered her last words before passing out.

Watase is also captured by the god of sleep.