Chapter 42: Lovingly Breeding Setsuko; Mariko Lightly Domming Nanashi; Kayo & Fellatio; Chou’s First BJ; Kiyomi Riding Nanashi; Breeding Setsuko Cowgirl

You wake up the next morning to the sound of a faint buzzing coming from the side of the bed, which it takes only a moment to place. Setsuko is still asleep, snuggled up against you, the chocolatey scent of your cum still in the air as you rest with her. You pull one arm away, leaning off the bed, and manage to collect your pants, pulling your phone out.

Good morning, Master! ♡

I'm thinking of you. ♡♡

Do you know what I'm thinking about?

I'm thinking about sucking your cock! ♡♡

I'm thinking about having you slowly, steadily, fuck my throat, while I obediently submit.

I'm thinking about your wife, dragging my head up and down your dick, using my throat like a cocksleeve.

I'm thinking about her fingering me as she does so.

I'm thinking about Reiko, begging for cock in her throat, but you just tell her to wait her turn.

I'm thinking about Noriko, commenting on all of it, noting how my throat bulges.

I'm thinking about Sumiko, hefting me up, holding me suspended in the air as you fuck my throat.

I'm thinking about Kimiko, telling me what I am and what I'm good for.

(Your concubine, and obeying your orders!)

I'm thinking about my mother, softly petting my head, telling me to enjoy myself.

What are you thinking about, Master? ♡?

Setsuko mumbles sleepily, your movements having not yet disturbed her from her slumber. She lets out a soft breath, which does cute things to her breasts and tummy.

You text Terumi back.

Right now, I'm thinking of impregnating Setsuko.

You have a very impressive imagination, though, and I'll take your ideas into consideration next time we fuck.

Thank you, Master! ♡

If you want to be useful, you can come up with some fantasies for Kyoko, Kiyomi, Chanette, and Raya. We might even enact them, if they're good enough!

As you wish, Master! ♡♡

Setsuko snuggles back into you, her plump butt rubbing against your groin, her bare body incredibly lewd and sexy as she does so, your cock rock hard from a mixture of her closeness and Terumi's lewd thoughts.

You gently kiss at Setsuko's shoulders and neck, soft and light. The arm that rests beneath her body reaches up, gently caressing and groping her plentiful, soft breasts. A light sigh of pleasure leaves her mouth, as she remains in a sleeping state. The fingers on your other hand run along her stomach before sliding down to her sex, gently running along her lower lip. She mumbles as she wriggles a bit, and after a half minute of slow, playful teasing, you can feel her get properly wet, though she remains either asleep or close enough to not say anything as she's groped and played with by her younger boyfriend.

At that point, you take your fingers and part her lower lips. Your cock soon slides in between her thighs and up into her sex, and you give her tit a bit more forceful of a squeeze. Your strokes are languid, but steady, and soon enough she mumbles herself awake, eyes flicking around nervously before glancing down at her groin and blushing bright red.

"G-good morning, Nanashi," she says, her voice a little squeaky as you fuck her.

"Good morning, Setsuko," you tell her, leaning forward to kiss her, your lips pressing against hers. She sighs into your mouth.

You direct her onto her back as you do your best to keep up your kiss; in the process, her leg has to rise up, and you hook it onto your shoulder, repeating the movement on the other leg so she's pushed up into a V. Her cheeks are bright red when you pull your lips away from hers, a soft smile on her face as you start to steadily fuck her.

"You are so sexy," you breathe, your lips kissing along her cheek and neck, your cock pumping in and out of her slick sex. Your semen from last night is still in there, sloshing around as her juices start to lube her up again, a thick and plentiful load. Your hands grip her buttocks, fucking her with real force then. "I can't wait for you to be pregnant," you tell her. "I love you so much, I want you to have my child right now, even though I'm just sixteen."

Her cheeks are vivid red at those words, her lips in a shy smile, her hands nervously reaching for your cheeks. She goes so far as to pull you into a kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth, agilely exploring your palate and tongue. She moans partway through that long kiss in orgasm, her cunt squeezing and milking you, her juices splashing on your groin as she squirts in ecstasy.

It doesn't take long for you to come for the first time of the day like that, burying yourself inside her and groaning. Her hands excitedly run through your hair, with sweet, desperate energy, fingers running through your hair and brushing along your scalp with an affectionate, possessive bent. When you break off the kiss, she stares back up at you, a little bit of saliva stretching between your mouths; one of her hands comes up to catch it, feeding it into her mouth, and she wears this cute, sexy, naughty smile as she looks up at you.

Your own hands run up from her butt to her breasts as you continue to fuck her. She lets out a soft, almost whispery squeak, and then starts to talk. "I love you too," she says, in a quiet voice. "I'm really happy to have another child." Her eyes seem to water a little. "This is the happiest I've been since Noriko was born," she admits, tears starting to streak down her cheeks from the overwhelming emotions, tears of joy and happiness. Joy and happiness that you're responsible for.

You lean down, softly kissing at her cheeks, licking up the tears. She squirms and pants in pleasure as you fuck her with relentless, overpowering force, your pace getting fast and hard, making her tits bounce in your hands. "You're so, so beautiful," you tell her, and give her tits an appreciative squeeze in demonstration. "I want to make you happy every day for the rest of your life, I want to know that I have such a wonderful, sexy woman as the mother of my children, that I helped to make her happy."

Setsuko's cheeks glow as you lean back down to kiss her on the lips again, and she promptly orgasms, her cunt squeezing your cock. Your hands run around from her tits to her back, grasping at her, pulling her into you. Her thighs and legs press against your chest, some occasional brush of her breast joining them as they're squished between the two of you. She squirms, your new position making it easier to get deep, deep inside her, and she groans in pleasure into your mouth as she comes again.

That's the pattern that the sex follows: you atop her, kissing, affectionate, pulling her close. Her, overpowered by overwhelming emotion, kissing and smiling and crying and cuddling. Her fingers scrape at your backside in desperate desire one moment, softly run through your hair in quiet affection the next. Each time you come, she smiles radiantly, her hands sometimes absently running along her belly, a hopeful expression on her face.

"I want your baby, Nanashi," she tells you. "I want to make you a papa." As she speaks, staring you directly in the eyes, one of her hands gropes your buttocks, trying to pull you a little deeper into her. "Please come in me again," she says, her expression loving and needy and happy.

You can hardly deny such a heartfelt request, and let go all over again with a low groan, earning a splendid smile from the sexy milf. "God, I love you so badly," you tell her, suckling and kissing and nibbling at her neck as you fuck her, and she sighs and orgasms herself, cunt squeezing your dick.

Both of you are put to the endurance challenge, though ultimately the fact that you're doing most of the physical work winds up working against you. Your body starts to slow down, your thrusts more level, your breathing heavy from the exertion. Setsuko just smiles up at you, fingers teasing at your cheek and chin before she leans up to softly kiss you. "Come in me, Nanashi," she says. "Make a baby. Make me pregnant again. I want to have your baby." Her cunt squeezes at you, not in orgasm, but with voluntary force, the sexy older woman trying to make you feel that extra bit good.

That pushes you over the edge, and you ejaculate inside her for the eleventh time. She sighs contentedly at the feeling, reclining back as you do so, her hands guiding your lips down to suckle on one of her breasts as you come. A light taste of her milk adds to the already exquisite sensations of coming, and when you finally finish, you pull out and roll over, letting Setsuko resume a more normal sleeping position.

She pulls you into her, practically offering her tits to you to suckle on; since she seems to like it, you do so, wrapping your lips around one breast. She sighs, gently petting you. "I'm so happy you like them," she says, with a little smile, kissing the top of your head.

You lie in bed with Setsuko, suckling her breast, for several minutes. She just quietly lets you, gently running her fingers through your hair, until you finally pop off, feeling a bit more energetic after getting some of her delightful titmilk and having a break from the exertion. You look up at her, kissing her lips quickly, before speaking. "Is there anything special you'd like to do tonight?" You ask her, hands running along her side. "It'll be the last attempt before I go back on the pill."

Setsuko's hands nervously run along your chest. "Can I be on top?" She asks, in a quiet voice. "It's just, the last three times, you were on top... I'd like to try it at least once." Her cheeks are flushed. "I mean, I've been on top before, but... is it okay?"

"It's fine, Setsuko," you tell her, kissing her lips once more, tenderly, softly. Your hand reaches for hers, gripping it, as you pull away. "Whatever you want."

She smiles at that, then leans forward to kiss you back. She pauses, giving a little giggle, as she looks down her body. "I think I should take a bath," she says.

"Mm, probably," you agree. She now has over thirty loads worth of semen in her or around her thighs, and loads here tend to be even thicker and more plentiful than back on Earth. "Let's give it just a little bit longer, to make sure my little guys have their fair chance to knock you up."

Setsuko blushes and smiles, nodding, giving you another peck on the cheek. "I'm so happy," she tells you, again.

"I am too," you say, giving her hand another squeeze.

The shower and bath that the two of you take together isn't sexual, or even particularly sensual, but it is romantic. You rub her shoulders, help clean her back and behind her ears, getting giggles. She does similar for you, her fingers running along your body in a way that's almost indifferent to your body's sexual attractiveness, her eyes focused as she diligently gets to work.

When the two of you are done, you give her a kiss before getting dressed, and she pulls on her own sexy dress from earlier before heading to her bedroom. "I'll wear something special tonight," she teases, with a little smile, as she departs. She gives you a wink, even.

You go seek out Mariko, who, as it turns out, is in the gym, running on the treadmill, her black hair bouncing around her features, her skin a little slick with sweat. She takes a glug from a water bottle, and you can hear the music she's listening to. It's energetic, over the top, a crazy eager love song about a girl who likes a boy she can't or shouldn't have, yadda yadda. She stops running after a couple minutes, slowing the machine down to a walking pace, and that's when she spots you. "Hey, Nan-chan," she says. "Or. Nanashi? Nanashi-sama?"

"Nanashi's fine for now," you tell her, with a smile. "Mind if I join your workout?" You ask, taking up a position on the next treadmill.

"Go ahead," she says, still walking in place. She takes a sip of her water. "What's up with you?"

"The past day and change, I've been trying to knock up Setsuko."

Mariko blushes. "Oh? Pretty young for that, you know," she says, with a little teasing note in her voice.

"I love her very much, and her... husband." It's not like they've been formally divorced. "Was not very kind about children with her."

"Well, good on you, I guess," she says. "I assume your mom knows." You nod. "Then it's probably fine."

"How about you?" You ask. "Things okay with Mariko?"

Mariko grunts and nods. "Yeah. Your dad hasn't texted me almost at all. It's kinda weird." She glances absently at her phone. "I mean, he's alive, but when he first went off, he'd text and sext and stuff. Is he doing that with your mother?"

"Not to the best of my knowledge."

"Weird," Mariko says, her lips pursed. Her watch beeps, and she switches her machine back to running mode; you join her. She doesn't talk during the running portion (which goes on for a solid fifteen minutes), just grunting and panting. She looks incredibly sexy like that, her body kept in prime, honed condition as she moves, her breasts not swaying much at all inside her sports bra, her eyes focused forward with diligence. You can almost see the KSDF in her movements, in the seriousness of her gait. It's sexy, re-emphasizing the fact that she's not just a pretty face, but she's a genuine warrior woman.

When she comes to a stop after that run, she clicks the treadmill off altogether, stumbling over to the bench and plopping down, just raining down a fresh water bottle on her face with a sigh. The action's almost lewd in its view, the rain of water on her features emulating certain other things as she enjoys the sudden splash of cool water across her features, some of it drip-dripping down onto her top, making the already sweat-slick fabric stick even tighter to her body.

"To be honest, I'm glad to hear that."

"Hm?"

"I want you all to myself, Mariko," you tell her. She smiles at that, almost playful. Almost more placating than sincere.

"Well, right now that's what you got."

"Oh, that reminds me. Would you mind giving one of my girlfriends some combat training lessons? She wants to be a bodyguard for me," you explain, as you hop off the treadmill, turning it off.

"Ah, well," she cranes her neck a little, popping the top off another water bottle and glugging it down. The sight of her throat swallowing brings to mind other things. "Sure, I guess. Bodyguarding is not really something I knew much about at the KSDF, though. I guess some CQC meant for actually fighting would be better than sports stuff they teach at school."

"Probably," you agree. "She's more a fencer right now." You take a seat next to her on the bench, reaching over to give her ass a quick smack. "It's a shame Dad's ignoring you, though. You're working out on Sunday to keep your body sexy, and somebody should appreciate all that effort."

She gives you a little smile. "I bet I can guess who." She puts down her water bottle and stretches, her bust exaggerated in the process. "How were you thinking, Nanashi?"

"How about some wrestling?"

"Thought you were going to go a bit of a different direction with that," she says, with a little smile.

"Whoever wins gets to be dominant in the fucking afterwards."

"Ah," she says, with a laugh. "There it is." She licks her lips, giving you a look up and down. "Come on, then," she says, hopping off the bench.

The grapple is almost pathetic on your part. Maybe it's because you've been fucking Setsuko so much, maybe that treadmill took too much out of you, maybe it's because you didn't have breakfast, but Mariko completely dominates you. Your movements are absolutely under her control in seconds, and it's not half a minute before you're on your stomach on the ground, her holding both your hands, knee on the back of your neck.

"Yield," you puff out, and she gets up and off you, brushing off.

"You didn't lose on purpose, did you?"

You give a little laugh. "Fuck no," you say. You absently flick your arm, trying to work out a little bit of pain from it which fades soon enough on its own.

"Well," she says, looking you over, "looks like I get to be the boss today, young man." She smiles, licking her lips. "Come on, then, boy," she says, enjoying taking up the role of dominant quite a bit, grasping your wrist and practically dragging you to her room. You're both a bit sweaty from your workouts, and she soon has you on your back in her bed. She's wearing a light tank top with a sports bra visible underneath it, and a pair of short shorts. Sweat and water make the former give every indication of the curves of her bosom, and her abs are visible with the outfit. Her fingers stroke your cock through your pants. "I'm gonna fuck you," she teases, leaning over to nibble your ear.

"I'm going to like it," you tell her, earning a giggle from her. She pecks your cheek as she removes your cock from your pants, stroking it. Her other hand reaches for her shorts, slowly peeling them and her panties off before tossing them aside, whereupon she straddles you. Her hands push on the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off, leaving you bare from the chest up. She takes off your glasses as well, putting them off to the side.

"I think you're cuter without them," she teases, as she angles your cock at her sex.

"Don't forget, I'm off the pill," you tell her.

"Ah, right," she says, leaning forward. She tenderly, sweetly, kisses your forehead, and then leans back up before descending on your cock in a single stroke. She's tight and you realize after a second that you're not in her sex, you're in her ass. She promptly starts to slowly move up and down, her eyes locked on yours. "Thanks for reminding me," she tells you, with a little smile.

"No problem, ma'am," you tell her, enjoying the way she wiggles her ass a little. Her hands delicately slide along your chest, her tongue absently moving along her lower lip as she stares down at you.

"I like that," she says, leaning down so her nose presses against your own, her eyes mere inches from yours. "Ma'am. Say it again," she breathes, sultry, soothing.

"Ma'am," you say, and she bobs up and down your cock a little faster. "Ma'am," you repeat, and her butt squeezes on your cock; she gives you a little wink as it does. "Ma'am," you say, as she lets out a hot breath. "Ma'am," you repeat one more time, and she promptly orgasms, her hard nipples scraping against your chest, her moans mere inches from your ears as she slithers up and down your cock in wild ecstasy.

Her fingers run through your hair as she comes down, her body cuddling against yours, her hips doing fascinating things to your dick as she rests against you. She pulls back a little, staring you in the eyes from above you again. "Hmm, I wonder what Kimiko would think, if she saw her little Nan-chan happily submitting to me?" She teases, her fingers running along your cheek. "I bet she wouldn't like it," she whispers, as she bounces on your dick. "I bet she would be really angry," she practically growls in your ear, the words getting her hyped up, her body bouncing a bit more quickly.

"She definitely wouldn't," you tell her, sincerely. "But I don't care, ma'am," you add, playing into her fantasy, and she bites her lower lip so very sweetly as she rides you. She reaches for the back of your head, and practically smothers you in her tits as she bounces on your dick, moaning as you suckle and lick at the valley of her breasts. She comes soon thereafter, squeezing you against her, powerful muscles working to hold your body tight into hers, her heavy breathing erotic and enticing as she holds you close. She doesn't move besides twitching lightly, the only stimulation being the feeling of her large breasts on your face and her tight ass squeezing and milking your dick.

Finally, she pulls you out of her breasts, pushing you back down on the ground, and her tongue starts to lick at your chest as she rides you. "Fuck," you breathe out, letting her really enjoy your body, her tongue exploring your body, absently licking your nipples. "You're so sexy. I started fantasizing about fucking you as soon as I hit puberty," you tell her. "This is incredible."

She leans over you, pressing her lips against yours, suckling on your tongue for a moment before her own darts into your mouth, starting to root around in your mouth. Her hips work up and down your cock, her tight ass giving it an amazing massage as her hands grip your cheeks. After a few long seconds of that, her hands reach for your own, directing them up to her breasts; you start to grope and play with them without needing to be told as she moans into your mouth in pleasure.

She orgasms again and again atop you like that, your session becoming a marathon, her skin shining with sweat as she practically rapes your mouth with her tongue. When she pulls back, a thin trail of saliva runs between your mouths, a little connection that she slurps up before staring down at you, her finger running along your lower lip.

"How does it feel to be dominating Kimiko's special little boy?" You ask, with a teasing smile.

"Good," she breathes out, licking her upper lip. "Mmm, I'd love to see what her face would look like, seeing this. I bet she'd be really mad," she notes, kissing your neck, cheek, and ear. "I bet she'd want to punish me, but you'd protect me, wouldn't you?" You nod. "After all, this is what you want. You want me to dominate you. Otherwise you wouldn't have challenged an ex-KSDF woman to a fistfight for domination." Her voice is a tickle on your ear, and she gives a giggle as she leans up. "Come on, Nanashi. Come on, Nan-chan. Come in your stepmother's butt. Make your mother cry."

That's the point of no return for you, as it turns out; you start to ejaculate there, sighing as you fill up her sphincter with your cum. She just closes her eyes, butt tensing here and there, her fingers on your chest, your hands on her tits still. When you're completely spent, she smiles down at you, leaning down to kiss your nose. "Sexy boy," she tells you, with a little laugh.

"I can't wait for a rematch," you tell her, leaning up to kiss her cheek. She gives a laugh at that, moving off your cock. "That was a lot of fun," you tell her, as she gets up, headed into her bathroom.

"Glad to hear it," she says.

"Hey, you want to go out?"

"Hm?" Mariko asks, turning back to you, pausing her journey. She's only wearing her top, still, which creates this interesting mix of lewd and innocent.

"This upcoming Wednesday," you tell her. "Just the two of us. I figure you could use some time away from Kimiko."

She gives a laugh, coming over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "I could," she says, in a slightly teasing tone of voice. She gives your butt a little squeeze. "Now, I need to get cleaned up," she says, peeling off her top as she heads into the bathroom again, the shower starting up. It's not immediately clear to you whether she wants you to join her, and she doesn't call out for you after a few seconds.

You follow her into the shower. She gives you a little smile and a shrug of the shoulders as you take off the rest of your clothes and get in behind her. Your fingers explore and massage her gorgeous, sculpted body, and your lips absently kiss at her bare skin here and there as you do so. She's not particularly vocal, only giving the occasional, "lower," but she seems comfortable, happy, even. When the two of you depart the shower, she gives you a quick kiss before getting dressed again. "That was fun, Nanashi," she says, putting on a shirt. She glances at her watch. "I'm gonna watch some soaps, if you want to join me."

It is a bit of a surprise that she's actively asking you to join her. You suppose it might be fun. Plus, there's no necessary reason it has to be a two person activity. Maybe Momo would enjoy spending time with her mother and brother-boyfriend, too.

"Let me get Momo?" You suggest.

Mariko smiles. "Sure. I like how the two of you get along. It's nice that someone in this household does," she says, as she heads for the entertainment room.

Momo is in her room, doodling on a piece of paper. When you open the door, she hurriedly hides it, but not before you see 'Mrs. Momo Kusakabe' in a big heart. You just smile dotingly. "Hey, I was going to watch some TV with your mom, and thought you'd like to join the two of us."

"Sure!" Momo says, shoving the paper under a book before hopping away from the desk. You take her hand in yours and guide her to the entertainment room, where Mariko has some popcorn and offers it to you. Momo winds up sitting in your lap for 'some reason.' She also wiggles her butt on your lap, which is rather distracting.

The first show that Mariko catches is a family life show about a married couple and the trials and trevails of having three children who, quite frankly, are some of the most unbearably drama-prone and/or stupid people you have ever seen. The daughter, Haru, seems to not realize that arranged marriages are illegal, and also doesn't talk to her parents about them when a rich boy from her school informs her that she's been 'bought' by his family. The older son, Kenji, gets into a fight over literally nothing, and doesn't even seem to have any particularly striking current emotional issues. The younger son, Taro, is a bit brighter than his siblings, but that's more because he's a complete, consummate coward and therefore doesn't throw himself into stupid situations, instead just running away from them.

Mariko really likes it, though, laughing and gasping and smiling at all the right points. Momo is entranced too, though she has the excuse of being young.

"I have been incredibly busy," you tell Mariko. "What wound up happening with that show with the yakuza vampires?"

"Oh," Mariko says. "Well," she starts, before launching into an explanation. From what you catch, Chiyo, the protagonist whose love interest is her teacher, winds up running away from home, and gets picked up by another gang of yakuza and held for ransom, but she manages to text her teacher (the yakuza that kidnapped her have an in with the cops, which is how she gets kidnapped in the first place), who by some minor miracle manages to get her out, and then the two run away together, with her dad's vampire gang and the other yakuza getting in a fight, and it becomes an insane mess.

You wrap one arm absently around Mariko's shoulder, the other cuddling Momo in your lap. "Are any of the shows you watch filmed around here?" You ask Mariko.

"A couple. Why?"

"Just wondering. Which ones?"

"Lover of Doom and Kitty Kiss Pop, I think," she says, after a moment. You make a mental note of the two names as the next show starts up.

It is, at least, a bit smarter than the one you were just watching, and is instead a surprisingly psychological and thoughtful tale of a gay teenage boy who crossdresses. A trap, basically. (Sexuality doesn't really work the same for the locals as it did back on Earth, but you're pretty sure he wouldn't be considered transgender by any but the loosest standards; he only dresses up to attract the guy he likes.) He has an interest in one of his teachers, who he quietly watches from afar, and thus discovers that said teacher has a student for a girlfriend. Rather than being dissuaded, he doubles down on his pursuit, and the show is about him trying to attract said teacher while in his alternate identity as 'Hika-chan,' who the teacher doesn't even realize is his student.

Once the episode is over, you give Momo's butt one last quick grope. "I've got to be seeing Mitsuko home," you tell the two, before popping Momo out of your lap and going upstairs.

Mitsuko seems almost to want to stay all day at your house, but you have to take a firm hand with a girl like her (she likes it, after all). "Come on, Mitsuko. When the time comes, I'll keep you here every day," you say, ending her arguments as she practically wraps herself around your arm. You have Shiiro drive the two of you to her place, absently stroking her hair or cheek or neck and commenting on how sexy she is and how angry you'll be if she talks to another boy. By the time you arrive, you're pretty sure she's practically boiling with unmet arousal, but you just see her off. She can play with herself if it's that important. You can't imagine a girl like her hasn't done it plenty.

Once Mitsuko's been seen off, though, you have Shiiro drop you off at Kayo and Terumi's house, stepping up to the door and knocking loudly.

Kayo arrives at the front door, wearing yet another virgin killer sweater, and she smiles as she sees you. "Nan-chan," she says, with a little spin to let you inside. "What a wonderful surprise! Mi-chan!" She calls out, apparently assuming you're here for her daughter.

You give Kayo a kiss hello. "I hope I'm not intruding. Can I help you around the house a bit?"

Terumi emerges from the hallway, and she perks up as she sees you, her fingers reaching up for the choker you bought her, her cheeks flush with arousal already. "Nanashi!" She practically shouts it, obviously excited.

"Hello to you too, Terumi," you say, stepping up towards her and kissing her on the lips, making her sigh and swoon and lean into you, full breasts pushing against your chest. When you pop off, you gently run your fingers through her hair before turning back to her mother. "Kayo? Can I help you around the house?"

"Oh! Yes, well, I was doing some vacuuming," she says, "but that's about it for the day. I already graded all my students' homework on Saturday evening."

"Lucky me, then," you tell her, kissing her on the lips for a moment, making Terumi's cheeks heat up as she watches you kiss her mother. "Let me take over for you, let you get some rest in," you suggest.

"That's so thoughtful, Nan-chan," she says, and soon enough you're vacuuming her house while she lounges on the couch. Terumi nervously watches, half wanting to help, half wanting to let you do it yourself. When you finish the vacuuming, you go onto the couch, sliding in behind her and wrapping your arms around her stomach, making her giggle a bit, her butt pushing into your groin, her back bare and inviting. "Mmm, you are so nice," she says, with a soft breath. Terumi quietly watches from the sidelines, as your fingers slide up to her mother's breasts, groping them through the fabric of her sweater.

"I'm off the pill," you tell her, in a soft voice. "I'd love to give Terumi a sister, but I assume you'd prefer to wait a little longer in our relationship for that."

She smiles. "You're right," she says, leaning over to kiss your lips. "It is a little early. But, there are ways to handle a hard on that don't involve any ejaculating inside," she says, with a smile.

"Oh? Such as?" You tease.

"Such as," she leans into you, her breath in your ear, "a nice, loving, blowjob," she tells you. "Having a hot young rich stud like you run around the house and do chores just to make little old me happy is incredibly sexy. Plus, I should pay you back for making my off day a little more 'off.'"

"That does sound very nice," you tell her, leaning up. She moves off the couch, soon kneeling between your thighs, her hands delicately undoing your pants. You glance over at Terumi. "You don't need to just watch," you tell Terumi. "You can come over here and cuddle with me a bit," you say, making Terumi's cheeks heat up, as she obviously thought you were suggesting some sort of double blowjob. Terumi soon sits down next to you, staring you in the eyes, while her mother gently kisses the tip of your cock.

You gently wrap your arm around Terumi's waist as she sits next to you, cuddling her closer to you. She rests her head gently on your shoulder at first, watching as her mother tenderly kisses her way up and down your dick, her violet eyes staring up at you as she does. Your hand gropes Terumi's butt, and she squeaks a little in surprise, before turning her gaze up to meet your eyes, and you give her a quick kiss on the lips, making her smile and blush.

Kayo's lips are tender and soft and warm as they kiss along your cock, little blooms of stimulus that keep you rock hard. Her hands run along your thighs, simultaneously reassuring and attracting your attention down to her, away from Terumi. Terumi takes the opportunity to start kissing your neck, a lewd mirror to her mother's activities below. "Can I see your breasts, Kayo?" You ask, almost breathless as you do.

Kayo smiles, taking her sweater and adjusting it, so that it's scrunched up beneath her tits. Her nipples are hard and erect, her full breasts milky and inviting to the eye. "Like what you see?" She teases, and you nod quickly. Her hands reach for her own breasts, massaging them, squeezing them, showing off as the flesh bulges around her fingers, her eyes staring up at you as she slowly kisses your slit.

"Take him in your mouth," Terumi says, her voice almost needy, like a whine that her mother hasn't gotten to the most important part of the blowjob yet. Kayo blushes, but wraps her lips around your cockhead, slowly, tenderly, sliding down your cock. Her hands leave her breasts to grope your thighs once more. With them now utterly exposed, you reach down for one, groping it excitedly, and she hums softly in pleasure as she stares up at you, her throat bulging with your cock.

"Mm, that's right," Terumi says, practically grinding against you, her breathing heavy as she looks down at her mother taking your cock inch by inch further into her mouth. She whimpers a bit in unmet desire, and you take your free hand and give her tit a grope through her dress, making her pant and hum and turn to you, eyes wild, tongue running along her upper lip.

"If you want, you could go help," you suggest to Terumi, who blushes but is quickly on her knees right next to her mother. Kayo's lips are wrapped around the base of your dick as her daughter gets down there, Kayo's tongue lapping at the underside of your cock as she stares up at you, so Terumi instead suckles one of your balls into her mouth before going even further down, licking along your taint and starting to rim you. Kayo soon orgasms, moaning on your cock, her fingers digging into your thighs with real intensity, her eyes wild with arousal.

When her orgasm finishes, Kayo reaches for her daughter's head, gently brushing her fingers through Terumi's hair, as she starts to slowly slide up, her lips popping off with a soft, wet noise. "Go ahead and suck his cock," Kayo says. "It's obvious you want to." Almost immediately, Terumi slurps up to your cockhead and swoops down, moaning as she bottoms out. Kayo's fingers delicately run along Terumi's throat. "Swallow," she says, in a soothing tone of voice, and Terumi does so, which does absolutely amazing things to your dick, making you moan in pleasure. Kayo kisses her daughter's neck, an indirect kiss to your cock, which makes you throb again. "Swallow again," she says.

Kayo instructs her daughter in an amazing way of giving your dick a massage without ever moving her head at all, her nostrils remaining buried in your pubes for a good minute or so before she finally orgasms in that position, sputtering around your dick. Kayo pulls her gently, tenderly off, runing her fingers along her daughter's neck, then sliding down to the straps of her dress, pulling it off and down to show off her tits. She smiles up at you, giving her daughter a quick grope.

"I never would have guessed you were so enthusiastic a fellatrix," Kayo notes, kissing her daughter's neck once more, as she directs her back onto your dick. "Hm, though it does mean I don't have anything to do."

"You could play with Terumi," you breathe out. "Make her feel good. Fuck," you say, as Terumi bottoms out once more, now starting to swallow around your cock again and again. Your balls slap against Terumi's chin, and you groan in ecstasy and joy. Kayo smiles and gets behind her daughter, groping her breasts, fingering her sex, kissing her neck, and all the while, staring up at you, as if to remind you that this show is all for your enjoyment.

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Terumi gets completely pleasure drunk like that, coming a good half-dozen times before Kayo finally usurps her position, sucking your cock once more. You grope both women's tits, enjoying the comparison between mother and daughter, enjoying the feeling of their lips suckling on your dick and balls. The fact that Terumi's tits are bigger than her mother's is sexy as hell, the knowledge that her breasts will probably get even larger after she gets pregnant adding to it.

When you finally do come, Kayo pops off your cock, a couple spurts getting into her mouth before it sprays across both girls' faces. Terumi's cheeks are red, her eyes unfocused as she stares up at you with a joyous, fucked-stupid look on her face. Kayo is wearing a serene smile as her features wind up streaked with your cum. When you're completely spent, she gives your cockhead one last little kiss before starting to scoop cum off her face and into her mouth, while Terumi just remains on her knees, panting.

"How would you two beautiful ladies like some massages?" You suggest.

"That sounds fun, Nan-chan," Kayo says with a smile, standing up, continuing to wipe at her face, while Terumi pants on the ground. When you get up to follow Kayo to her room, Terumi uncertainly rises to her feet, practically stumbling past you.

Kayo wipes at her face with a paper towel before lying down flat on the bed, and you straddle her body, pressing your thumbs into her shoulders and spine, making her hum and groan softly. Rather than join her mother on the bed, however, Terumi instead gets behind you, massaging you as you massage her mother, her heaving breaths incredibly erotic as a backdrop to the actions. Occasionally, she'll whisper something in your ear like, "love you," or "Master," or "sexy." Kayo winds up falling asleep from the massage, while Terumi's cheeks burn when you finally turn around to look at her.

"Are you sure you don't want a massage?"

"Let me please and serve you instead, Master."

"You already did that," you point out. She smiles. "How are your classes going? Did you take up the child care and secretarial classes I asked?"

She nods. "Yes, Master," she says, with a smile on her lips.

"Then it sounds like you're doing plenty," you tell her. "Now, on your back, let me massage you."

Her cheeks grow red, but she nods, lying down, smearing your cum on her mother's pillow as she does so. You give her a long, soothing massage, and by the time you're done, Kayo's woken up again. "How about the two of you come over to my house on Tuesday," you suggest.

"That sounds nice, Nan-chan," Kayo says, and Terumi just hums and nods.

You give Kayo a kiss. "Let's have some delivery, I'll pay," you declare. "What would you like for lunch?"

"Mm, I'll take a nice pizza," Kayo decides on, and you hop off the bed to call the company. Terumi gets up and goes into the bathroom to wipe off her face.

You have a pleasant lunch with both women, talking about this and that, particularly Kayo's teaching job and how her classes are going. She smiles and plays a little footsie under the table, while Terumi tries to restrain her more perverse tendencies and avoid calling you 'Master.' The meal is, all in all, a delight, and you soon enough head back home in the car, stopping by Sumiko and Chou's house to pick them up for their visit.

Chou looks impressed by the size of your house, if not the fact that the front door has steps rather than any ramp. "I really don't want to do the step bump," she says, glancing at you from her wheelchair. "It's a pain in the ass, literally."

"Don't worry, the back door's at ground level," you say, taking Chou's wheelchair and directing her inside. Sumiko walks alongside you, a silent shadow as you take her big sister in.

"Damn, your place is huge," Chou says, giving out a low whistle as you take her into the living room, which just lets you see a good chunk of the second story. She wheels around a little, taking it all in.

"Ah," Noriko says, as she steps into the living room. "It is Sumiko." She looks at Chou with her owl eyes. "Are you Chou, Sumiko's elder sister?"

"That's me, kiddo," Chou says, rolling forward and offering a hand, which Noriko takes and gently shakes. "You Nanashi's younger sister? I can see you've got his mega-cutie genes," she adds, with a conspiratorial wink.

"I am his girlfriend and classmate, actually."

"Whatcha doin' at his house? He double book me?" She asks, giving you a glance and a smile.

"I live here, as my mother moved us out of our home."

"Ah, gotcha," Chou says, giving a little spin, catching sight of Mariko exiting the gym. "Damn, problem with the mega huge living room, everybody comes through it."

"Am I interrupting, Nanashi?" Mariko asks, a towel on her head that she's wiping at.

"Nah," you say, with a dismissive gesture. "This is Chou, my girlfriend," you say, gesturing to the wheelchair bound girl, who gives an enthusiastic wave. "Sumiko, my other girlfriend, and Chou's little sister. She's the one I mentioned to you about wanting bodyguard training."

"Oh, cool. Nice to meet you," Mariko says, offering Sumiko her hand, and getting a firm handshake in return.

"This is Noriko," you say, patting her head, "my girlfriend." You give her a little kiss on the cheek. "And, Mariko Toyotomi, my, mm, stepmother I suppose is the best way to describe her."

"Stepmother?" Chou asks. "Thought your mom was still around?"

"She is," Mariko says. "His dad knocked me up, I live in the house. It's more polite than saying 'mistress,' though."

"Ah," Chou says, at a loss for words for the moment. "Well, wow, you got a big family, huh? That's like, what, you and six other people? Plus Nori-chan here," she says, reaching over for Noriko's cheek and giving it a quick tug. Noriko doesn't respond at all. "She's pretty sullen, I take it?"

"Don't take it personally," you tell Chou. "My littlest girlfriend is just that way. She's absolutely adorable once you get to know her," you add, giving Noriko another peck.

"Right," Chou says, glancing up at you. She puts her hand flat on the top of her head and waves it forward towards Noriko. "She's taller than me, so really, I'm your littlest girlfriend," Chou suggests.

"You are not the littlest girlfriend. I am the littlest girlfriend. You would be very tall if you could stand, and that obviously should be counted in your size."

"I'm just playing around," Chou says, disoriented a bit by the seriousness of Noriko's response. "You are a mega-cutie, remember."

"I recall."

"Let's go around the house. Where's your bedroom?" She asks, wheeling a bit around. Sumiko and Mariko are talking a bit.

"It's... on the second floor," you admit.

"Ah. No elevator, I take it?"

You shake your head. Chou gives a little puff. "I don't want you to princess carry me up the staircase," she says, wheeling forward and back a bit as she thinks it over. "Any first story bedrooms?"

"My mother's?" You say.

Chou gives a laugh. "Yeah, I don't think your mother would want me doing what I want to do with you there. Was thinking more guest bedroom?" There is one of those, at least.

"You wish to have sexual intercourse with Nanashi?"

"Or give him a blowjob, yeah," Chou says, glancing at Noriko. "You can read subtext without parroting it back."

"I do not believe that I reliably can."

"Nanashi-sama," Sumiko interrupts. "May I borrow your stepmother to practice unarmed combat with?"

"Absolutely. I'm glad you two are hitting it off so well." Sumiko smiles lightly, and she and Mariko depart. "So, Chou, I think you mentioned a guest bedroom." You step behind her wheelchair, guiding her in the proper direction that way, and Noriko starts to follow after you. "I'd like a bit of private time with Chou, if you would, Noriko."

"Ah. Very well, Nanashi," she says, heading off in her own direction.

You wheel Chou into the guest bedroom, and she spins around, closing the door behind the two of you, wheeling backwards a bit. "Hey, sexy rich boy," she says, with a smile on her lips. "Wanna get your cock handled by the part of my body that still works? Noriko kinda ruined the surprise," she admits. "Just hop on the bed."

You hop onto the bed, and Chou soon wheels in front of you, starting to undo your pants. "I'm about to be ravaged by a lustful older woman," you say, and she giggles. "How will my innocence cope?"

"You'll find a way," she says, pulling your cock out. Her lips slightly part as she stares at it, her tongue running absently along her upper lip, one hand stroking it. "Damn, this a big thing up close," she says, her flirtatiousness suddenly replaced by genuine desire. She looks up at your eyes. "This is my first time doing it, so, you know, I fuck up, tell me, right?" She leans forward and kisses your cockhead without even waiting for an answer, and you groan.

You gently run your fingers through her lovely brown hair. "Explore and experiment, I want to see what you try. The only real advice you need right now is to be careful with your teeth," you tell her.

She gives a little laugh as she pulls back. "I know that," she tells you. "I'm an oral virgin, not blind, deaf, and dumb." Then she leans forward, kissing your head, slowly taking it into her mouth. She suckles on it, lips in the ridge of your cockhead, eyes staring up at you sweetly. Her hands awkwardly hold the arms of her chair to balance better, and she gently flicks her tongue at your cockhead, enjoying the brief twitch of pleasre you give her.

You run your fingers through her hair, and she takes your cock a little bit further into her mouth, pushing your cockhead against her cheek, making it bulge lewdly. She twists her head to the other side, so it creates a mirroring bulge, then pops off, taking a quick breath. "Go slow. Enjoy yourself," you tell her.

She nods, taking one hand to lift your cock up and licking your base. Her tongue slowly slithers back and forth as she runs up your dick, her brown eyes staring up at you lovingly, nervously, affectionately. She works her way up your dick, her breathing tickling the underside of your cock as she works you over, and eventually she makes her way all the way up to your tip, giving it a quick peck.

She pulls back, taking a deep breath. "This is hotter than I'd thought it'd be," she tells you, with a certain seductive smile. "I guess I'm at perfect height to get a lot of practice at this, huh?" She teases, before leaning forward to take your cock slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, trying to deepthroat you. Your hands grip the side of the bed, and hers grip your knees for balance as she finally descends all the way down your cock. She twists her head left and right, giving your dick an amazing massage inside her throat, her eyes watering a little as she holds herself down. She pops off and leans back, panting, giving a laugh. "Harder, too," she notes, wiping tears from her eyes, as she looks up at you. "I'm doing good, right?"

"You're doing fantastic, Chou," you tell her. "Twisting your head at the end was amazing," you add. She smiles, slipping down your cock again, making you groan as she takes you to the base. When her nostrils get in your pubes again, she orgasms, moaning around your cock, her nostrils flaring, her eyes staring up at you. Her whole body twitches, even her legs, and you pull her gently up and off, letting her breathe and catch her breath. "You're so sexy," you tell her, as a little drop of spit splashes down onto her legs.

She laughs. "Damn right I am," she tells you, before moving forward again to take your cock down to the base, starting to properly bounce this time, making steady, even strokes. You groan in pleasure, and she smiles around your dick as she slurps you up and down, her lips pushing forward on your cock, her cheeks hollowing to add to your pleasure. Her eyes stare up at you with absolute dedication, checking every inch of your expression for any sign of displeasure as she sucks you off.

"Fuck," you breathe out, and she hums softly around your cock in response, a little smugness in the note, which makes you groan further in pleasure.

She gets into a rhythm, almost hypnotic, bouncing up and down your dick in steady, even strokes, her eyes looking up at you for the slightest sign of displeasure. Her tongue licks and laps at your underside, her throat bulges each time you enter it, and her fingers dig and claw at your knees as she maintains the positions. She comes again and again, moaning on your cock each time, sending sweet waves of pleasure through your body each time.

You can't resist; you lean forward a bit, grasping her breasts, and she hums appreciatively. Her breasts aren't nearly as large as say, Setsuko's, but they're amazingly soft, yielding to each touch of your hand, making her moan and smile delightfully on your cock, eyes rolling up a little. Each stroke is exquisite, each grope a pleasure, and the two of you get into a seemingly endless rhythm that makes time warp and distort.

She orgasms a good fifteen times like that, moaning on your cock, twitching, writhing in pleasure. You can actually see a little pool of her girlcum start to form on her wheelchair, but you don't want to ruin the moment so you don't mention it. Her womanly scent - a chocolate, milky fragrance - starts to waft into the room, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care, continuing to bob on your dick, her eyes staring up at you, almost hypnotized by the regular movements up and down your cock.

Finally, you can't take it any longer, and you grip her hair, guiding her up so that your cockhead rests on her tongue. She gets it immediately, suckling your cockhead, staring up at you wantonly, and you let go with a groan, ejaculating a thick load all over her tongue, making her moan and sigh as your cum fills her mouth, her eyes lidding. When you're completely, utterly spent, she gives your cockhead one little last lick, and you lean back.

"Show me," you order, and she smiles and opens her mouth, showing you what lies on her tongue, before closing it once more and swallowing.

"Was that good for you?" She asks, a smile on her lips, her sclera still a bit pink from the exertion.

"Too early to tell," you respond. "I think I'll need a bigger sample size."

She gives you a laugh, then seems to finally notice that she came really damn hard. "Oh, goddammit," she sighs. "Sorry. I'll handle this." She gives your cock one last kiss before tucking it up. "Nothing less romantic than making your beau handle cleanup when you make a mess," she says.

"I mean, it's not piss," you tell her.

She laughs. "Yeah, I figured that out. Still. I'm sure you've got better things to do."

As a matter of fact, you do need to be getting to your date with Kiyomi. "Alright," you say. You lean down over her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "See you soon," you tell her, as you stand up.

You have to pick up Kiyomi for the restaurant, and you pick one that's not overly high traffic. You don't want her squeaking and hiding from every passing man, after all. She's very nervous and quiet when she gets in the car, so you avoid talking to her, just giving her her space and waiting for her to start the conversation - which she doesn't do before you arrive at the restaurant.

You get a female waitress and take a seat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, glancing over the menus. Kiyomi struggles to calm herself, before speaking up. "S-s-so, um," she starts, swallowing. "Um. This is nice."

"I'm glad you like it," you say, giving her a charming smile you hope disarms her a bit. "You look absolutely beautiful today, and I'm happy you gave me the chance to get to know you better." She nervously smiles back. "What have you been doing today?"

"W-writing, mostly. I read some things too," she says, her breathing a bit faster than normal due to the constant anxiety. She offers a tiny, brief smile.

"Are you going to expand on that short story you sent me, or post it online?"

"I-I already p-posted it," she admits, swallowing audibly.

"What was the fan reaction?"

"They, um, w-well it's not like my normal stuff, b-but people liked it as a, um, 'ch-change of pace,'" she explains.

"I see," you tell her, smiling gingerly, searching for the next thing to talk about. She is a bit laconic, so you'll need to draw the conversation out of her.

"How is school going? Need any help with anything?"

"I-I'm fine. Thank you, though," she says, breathing a bit quicker.

You're not going to get terribly far talking about her. "Would you mind if I talked about myself a bit more? Having read so many of your stories, I feel like I have a sense of you, but you don't have a very good sense of me."

"A-ah, th-that's a good idea," she agrees.

You talk about yourself. Your plans of taking over the company, your practice with your mother to do your best at it. You offer her opportunities to chime in, but she just offers little niceties and nods of interest rather than wanting to talk for herself. You talk about your current hobbies, fencing, enjoying time with girlfriends and family, swimming. You talk about your girls in glowing terms: Yuriko's cutely easily-penetrated facade of propriety, Terumi's enthusiastic puppy love, Noriko's deadpan calmness, Sumiko's steadfast earnestness, Reiko's casual friendliness, Mitsuko's blatant 'manipulation.' She smiles as she listens along, clearly liking the descriptions, the way they talk about each girl's personality, her unique spark that makes her so lovable.

When the meal finishes up, you don't know too much more about Kiyomi, but she does know quite a bit more about you, and seems, if not comfortable in absolute terms, then more comfortable.

After you pay the bill, she nervously mumbles something.

"Sorry?"

"I, I-I," she stammers, her cheeks red, taking deep breaths over and over. "I th-think you should s-sleep with me," she says, her eyes closed as she does so. Tension leaves her shoulders when she finished.

"What? Why?" You ask, on automatic.

"I-I, I r-read, a-about," she swallows, "a-androphobia, and, one of the best ways to handle it i-is, to, f-f-f-fuck a guy," she breathes out, her shoulders slumping again. "U-until, y-you know, i-it goes away, for that guy," she says.

"You're a very attractive girl, and I would be honored to do that with you," you say, reaching across the table for her hand, and she puts it in your hand. She visibly perks up a little, a nervous smile on her lips. "But I don't want to do it just because you feel obligated to."

She swallows. Tears well up in the corner of her eyes. "I, I," she stammers. "I, you're just," she sputters a little, struggling for words, looking absolutely hopeless. Her hand remains in yours, not being pulled back just out of absent-mindedness. "No guy's ever going to be as nice and considerate about me as you. Y-you're sweet, a-and, y-you know, h-handsome and nice a-and rich, and," she swallows, "I, who else am I going to get? I, I thought, that I would just," she swallows, struggling for words, "just be all alone, a-and have to make money by writing, a-and if that didn't work, j-just die." Her fingers dig into your hand.

You squeeze her hand back. "Okay. If you're sure. Let's go to my home."

She sighs in relief, a smile going across her features. "Thank you," she says, quietly.

The trip home passes in silence, Kiyomi taking deep breaths to calm herself. You gently guide her up to your room, closing and locking the door so that no one can come in but the two of you. She's wearing a very conservative dress, especially by this world's standards; it has a turtleneck and reaches to the ankles. She continues to take in deep, calming breaths as she stares at your bed, her hands clenching and unclenching.

"Don't worry. We'll take things at your pace," you tell her. You offer her your hand, and hers snaps into it, gripping it hard. Her eyes turn up to yours, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. "Is there anything that would help you relax? Usually I go for a massage, would you like that?"

She swallows and shakes her head. "N-no," she says, her voice quiet.

"What would you like, then?"

"U-um," she takes a deep breath, looking back at the bed. "C-can you, l-lie on the bed?"

"Sure," you tell her. You lie down on the bed on your back.

"D-don't move," she says, breathing heavily. She gets atop you, pulling up her dress in the process. She's wearing a plain white pair of panties, as she straddles you. She swallows audibly. "D-don't move," she repeats, her voice quiet. Her fingers reach for your pants, her whole body twitching a little with nerves as she undoes your belt, as she undoes the button, as she unzips your pants. She gasps when she finally removes your cock, recoiling for a moment as she sees it, then tenderly reaching out for it, just her fingertips brushing its length for a little bit.

"I'm not on the pill at the moment," you tell her, and she nods nervously in response, eyes flicking up to yours for a moment before turning back to your cock. Her hand jerks back for a moment, and she bites her lower lip as she gently, tentatively starts to jerk you off. Her fingers slowly wrap around your length, moving up and down in mild, careful strokes, as she does so. Her cheeks are burning red, her lips slightly parted, as she stares down at your dick.

"I'm pretty sure you'll have to do more than that," you point out gingerly.

"I-I know," she breathes. She swallows, rising a bit, pushing her panties to one side. She takes your cock and gently runs your head along the line of her wet sex. She hisses with breath, as your cockhead rubs her clit, her hand tensing on your manhood, before finally angling her cunt at your dick and taking you inside her.

Rather than slow and tentative, she simply slumps down, sputtering a little as she does so, her gaze a little glassy as she looks down at you, starting to gently rise and fall, her breathing heavy and hot. Her hips gyrate in a steady, monotonous little curve, her hands reaching for your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off.

"You feel amazing," you tell her, as she tosses your shirt aside, and her cheeks glow a bit. Her hands nervously explore your chest, fingers running along your muscles, her lips slightly parted, her eyes focused on your body. You let her work you over, her hands reaching across your body, prodding with interest. A little drool pools on her lower lip as she stares, and it finally pops over the edge, splashing down onto your chest, making her cutely squeak and close her mouth, breaking the spell. "That was very sexy," you tell her, and she blushes.

"Th-thank you," she says, hesitantly starting to focus more on riding you.

"Can I touch you?" You ask. "Just on the thighs."

"J-just on the thighs," she agrees, and your hands reach down, gently stroking up and down. Her legs are lovely, milky pale and simply a delight to touch, soft and firm in all the right places. Her eyes stare down at you as she moves, and you can feel her muscles as she moves. Her breathing is shallow as she rides you, and soon enough, she comes, her cunt squeezing and milking your cock. A little swallowed squeak escapes her throat. You groan at the pleasure, pulling your hands away as they ball into fists. Her cheeks glow as she watches you.

"This is really good," you tell her. "Take all the time you need to."

"Wh-when you come, t-tell me, so I can," she swallows, "get off."

"Okay," you agree.

She rides you with diligence, smooth, regular movements. Your hands tenderly run along her legs as hers explore your chest. Her eyes move up and down your body, and you give her some appreciative leers of your own, her breasts bouncing a bit beneath her dress as she makes these regular movements. She orgasms again, this time she doesn't swallow her noise, and lets out an ecstatic squeal of pleasure as she writhes atop you, fingers clawing at your chest as she comes, her back arching. You groan again, focusing to avoid coming.

It goes on like that, and with each progressive orgasm, Kiyomi gets louder and louder, practically shrieking in ecstasy on her fifth orgasm, her whole body sputtering and twitching wildly, her cunt grinding and milking you, her lips parted in raw pleasure as she comes back down. Her eyes are focused on yours, her fingers digging into your shoulders, and she surprises you by leaning forward and down, her lips softly pressing against yours.

You let her, not pushing back against her, as her full breasts push against your chest through the fabric of her dress. Her tongue tenderly enters your mouth, running along your gums for a moment, before she pulls back, cheeks red. She wears a soft, unsure smile. "My first real kiss," she tells you, in a soft voice. There's no stuttering or fear in her voice as she rides you, and she takes a deep breath in and out, smiling, as she realizes as much.

"It was amazing," you tell her, your hands moving back up to gently stroke her legs once more. She rides you like a wild woman, bouncing up and down, a certain animal confidence coming through in her movements. You're surprised by it, but certainly not complaining. Her eyes bore into yours as she squeaks out her sixth orgasm, and you groan in pleasure. "I'm close," you breathe out once she comes down, and she nods, popping off your cock.

Her fingers delicately reach for your manhood, stroking it up and down, steady, getting faster and faster. She looks up at your face, as if to ask if she's doing it right, and you can't find it in you to complain. When you finally do ejaculate, it predictably splatters across your chest, and she pulls her hand back in surprise, getting a few splatters of cum on her hand in the process. She licks her hand clean... then surprises you by leaning down to lick you clean. You carefully avoid touching her, not wanting to interrupt the process as her tongue runs along your chest, her expression dedicated, sincere.

Finally, she pulls back, wiping at her lips, and rises off the bed entirely. "Thank you, Nanashi," she says, her voice soft and gentle.

"It was wonderful," you tell her. "Thank you for the trust, Kiyomi. You're an amazing girl, and I want to make you happy." She gives you a soft smile. "You can call or text me whenever you want." She gives you a light smile. "I'll be there for you, the next time you want to do this."

"Thank you," she says, her voice soft. "I should get going," she notes, her cheeks red, and she leaves your room - you wind up following after her, and have Shiiro drive the two of you to her home. She gives you a gentle smile on the way home, but doesn't make much in the way of conversation. She gives you another thanks when you drop her off, even giving you a quick peck on the lips.

When you get back, you remember that you have one last thing you need to do today before the QM falls asleep: knock up Setsuko. You find her in a new, very interesting dress, nervously waiting outside your room. It has a plunging neckline, an open back - it's sexy as hell. "Nanashi," she says, with a smile. She crosses her fingers. "Last time, best luck, right?"

"Let's hope," you say, since you failed all three tests so far and you have a mere 17% chance of success here. But maybe the QM will throw you a bone if you lose. Maybe. You put one hand on her back and guide her into your room. "You wanted to be on top this time, right?"

She nods quickly, and soon enough you're in a similar position to how you were with Kiyomi, only Setsuko takes off her panties altogether, giving you a little peep show at her sexy bush as she straddles you once more, fingers undoing your pants.

"I'm sorry to tell you that you're going to have to do all the work this time," you tell her, and she gives you a little giggle.

"Oh no," she says, leaning down to peck your lips as her fingers hook into the line of your underwear. "Whatever will I do?" She takes hold of your hard cock, gently stroking it up and down, staring down at you, her nostrils flaring a bit as she starts to angle your cock at her waiting sex. She takes it in in a long, slow stroke, her breathing heavy as she envelops you.

"You'll have to milk my cock completely dry," you tell her.

She smiles down at you, hands running along your chest, pushing your shirt up and off your body. "Let's hope that you knock me up," she tells you, starting to rise an fall on your dick. "Go ahead and play with my breasts," she says, thrusting them invitingly towards you, and you reach up for them, groping one in either hand. She bites her lower lip as you do so, playing with her amazing fat breasts, and promptly orgasms, her cunt squeezing your dick in the process, a sigh escaping her lips as she comes. Her cheeks are a rosy pink, her head bowed as she starts to bounce more enthusiastically, tits smushing this way and that around your hands.

She leans down over you, kissing you, teasing your lower lip with her teeth, biting it and pulling, her eyes on yours. "Don't hold back, Nanashi," she tells you, in a soft whisper. "Come over and over until you can't any longer. This is lovey-dovey babymaking sex," she tells you, smiling, before moving back to kiss you further.

Your hands slide down from her tits to her ass, groping it in both hands, enjoying the soft, plush feeling of it. She moans into your mouth as she rides you, and you come inside her for the first - but by no means last - time of the session, splashing a thick load of cum in her waiting sex, trying to fill her womb with just one quick spurt. She sighs excitedly into your mouth, her fingers grasping your cheeks, holding you tight against her in her kiss as she rides you.

Once that load is completely fired, she pulls back, tracing one finger along your chest excitedly, her eyes locked on yours. "Maybe that was the load," she tells you, her breath heavy.

"Maybe the next one will be," you tell her, and she giggles. You give her ass cheeks an appreciative squeeze. "This is some very pleasant lovey-dovey babymaking sex." She laughs again at that, leaning down to kiss you, her hair falling around your features as she bounces her plump butt up and down your cock.

She rides you, grinds against you, giggles, laughs, moans, sucks your tongue. You come, again and again, and she does too, her body pleasantly pushing against yours. At some point in there, she loses her dress, leaving her naked, her astounding breasts bouncing up and down in defiance of gravity and good taste, but in a splendid monument to your intense desire to fuck an incredibly sexy milf. She smiles as you stare, her cheeks a little pink.

At that point, the door opens, and Noriko simply walks into the room. "Have you successfully impregnated my mother yet?" She asks in that monotone of hers, as she stares at the scene before her, her expression blank.

"We're having lovey-dovey babymaking sex right now," you tell her. "It's hard to say for sure yet."

Noriko nods, then gets on the bed between your legs and pulls down your pants the rest of the way, before sliding her tongue into your asshole, stimulating your cock that little bit extra, making you throb in Setsuko's cunt. She squeaks in surprise, but smiles, not arguing with her daughter's attempt to help you knock her up. It adds an intense, pleasurable note to the intercourse, Noriko's diligent tongue slithering about inside your ass, and you orgasm yet again soon enough, enjoying Setsuko's sympathetic orgasm.

Each time you finish in Setsuko brings you one step closer to being unable to come any longer, but it sure is a good journey. Noriko actually orgasms just from rimming you, the sensitivity of girls' tongues here turning out to be that high. Some of your cum splashes down onto Noriko's face and hair, but she doesn't complain or stop her anilingus, showing what an absolutely amazing girlfriend she is.

Your last spurt turns out to be your thirteenth, filling the gorgeous milf with one final, unlucky load of your cum before your cock refuses to continue to work. Setsuko tries to ride you for a little longer, pops off, licks at your dick a bit with her daughter, but you are well and truly fucked out. Both girls wind up cuddling up to either side of you before the three of you go to sleep together.

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