Chapter 29: -29- Re: Lovers

Physical attraction is not something one should underestimate.  Neither is physical compatibility.  Chigusa is a young girl who I always found attractive while we were dating, even though it was only recently that I got to see her fully exposed, she’s a beautiful girl.  It’s to be expected after all, since she is Mayuri-san’s daughter.  Those two are uncannily similar in appearance, and having her in my arms, while distressing to my heart, has done nothing to calm my libido.

Normally, my routine for waking up is finding my bed empty of Mayuri-san, except on the rare occasion.  She’s usually downstairs, and depending on when I wake up, she’s either having her morning cup of coffee and smoke, or she’s already making breakfast for us.

I don’t bring it up to her all that often, but I love waking up to my wife next to me in bed.  I’m always uneasy that when she’s gone in the mornings, she’s gone again, and won’t be returning for a long time, if ever again.  

I know I’m in the unforgivable wrong here.  I know it… but I’m doing this for all of us.  That’s the lie I need to keep telling myself.  That it isn’t my lust that I caved to, that allowed Chigusa to be in our marital bed.  That it’s only… to get it all out, or at least to get as much of it out as allowed.

I won’t cheat.

I won’t!

But I’m a hypocrite too.  

Chigusa and I have been awake for a while now, simply gazing into each other’s eyes.  My hands are exploring her body, and hers are wrapped around my neck as she leaned in for a kiss which has conveyed how deeply and passionately she is in love with me.

I can’t deny it, because how she’s kissing me, is how I kiss my wife.  Wanting to claim every bit of that person for themselves.  I know the feeling intimately, and now I’m sharing it with Chigusa.

My hands find their way to her soft and springy breasts.  The scar isn’t anything that detracts from her beauty as far as I’m concerned, and she’s only too happy to let me play with them.  Much like her mother, she’s sensitive in many of the same places.  Rolling and squeezing her erect nipples in between my fingers, her kisses become more impassioned. 

She herself is reaching down for my thing, and is coaxing it with gentle strokes.  In the moment, how can I say I’m not interested in being like this with my former girlfriend and lover?  That I didn’t want to do something like this with her back then?  I did.  There’s no shame in admitting that, since the shame is what I’m enduring now.  That I’m a fucking pig for doing this with my wife’s daughter while she’s up North in Sapporo working herself hard trying to help her sister’s family get her house in order?

Chigusa climbed on top of me while we kept our lips locked and I notice she weighed so little.  It was fine, the weight of my sin more than made up for that.  She pulled away from our kiss and her body naturally found my fellow, who was ready to break any rules.

She bit her lower lip and I felt our two lower parts greet each other under the covers.  She moved her hips to trap my fellow between her folds and was happy to provide all the lubrication necessary for my hot dog to slide between her toasty warm buns.  She slowly grinded along the entire length of my cock and I hated myself for enjoying it as much as I did.

The difference between mother and daughter was apparent here too.  Chigusa’s body was prime and fertile, her hard gyrations along my entire length whispered a desire to breed with me.  Enduring it was torture… I wanted to put it deep inside of her and claim her womb for my own, as I did with her mother.  But I had to fight the urge.  I had to fight the desire to copulate with a woman I had once before.  A woman who with every thrust of her hips stole my reasoning away.

“MMmh…”

Chigusa made an erotic sound of enjoyment.

“The real thing is so… different.”

“Huh?”

“Over the… vibrators.  They aren’t… warm like you are.  It’s not the same.  They do… the job, but mmmh… this totally beats them out.

She reached down and put her fingers on the underside of my boy, and pressed it hard against her pelvic bone.  She began to make shallow thrusts as my bulging head rubbed back and forth over her urethra and clitoris.

“I can cum, right?  There’s nothing against that, right?”

“Yeah… you can.  It just can’t go inside of you.”

“How about… nnh… you, Shota?  Is it good for you?”

I nodded, my chest rapidly taking breaths as well.

“I’m pretty close… already.”

“Will you cum together with me, Shota?”

She put her free hand out towards me.  I took it and we interlocked fingers as she used my dick as her dildo to satisfaction.  It was only a few strokes more as her mouth opened wide and she began to gasp.

“It’s coming… it’s… cominnnnnnnng!”

Squirt~ squirt~ squirt~

I ejaculated over and over, a sticky strands of my cum shooting from between her legs all the way up my almost to where my nipples were.  Chigusa slid back and leaned down, licking every bit of it up until I was cleaned off.  She then leaned down and rested her head on my chest.  My arms wrapped around her protectively.

“Let’s… not go to school today.”  She said cutely.  “Just for today, okay?”

I sighed.

“Alright.  But only today.”

“Yay~!”

We relaxed in bed a while longer, I spooned Chigusa from behind and kept our bodies pressed tightly against each other.  It was a strange comfort, and I kept wishing she was my Mayuri-san instead.  It wasn’t fair to her, but love isn’t fair.

After a while, she dragged me out of bed, and only let me put on a pair of boxers.  She herself only wore the low-cut babydoll top and a pair of panties.

“Hungry?”

After that kind of morning, who couldn’t go for a bite to eat?

“Sure, I could go for something.”

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We wandered downstairs and as Chigusa make a morning cup of coffee for herself, I nabbed a cold cola from the fridge.  She began to prepare something easy, wearing the yellow apron meant for Mayuri-san and looking so sexy in that half-naked-apron cosplay.

I was lured over to her instead of focusing on replying to my readers on my fanbox as I would normally have done.  My arms reached into the apron and I was already throbbing for her again.  I kissed and marked her neck while fondling her tits and my hand exploring her downstairs over her panties.

She somehow managed to make breakfast under those conditions.  We ate, with her food tasting better than usual.  After doing the dishes together, we retired to the living room to sit on the couch and watch television together for a little while.

My head rested in her lap and she would occasionally lower her chest on purpose so I could kiss the underside of her breasts. This continued until she asked me a single question, which tested my knowledge of oral sex.

As I sat on the couch, Chigusa crawled between my legs and procured my Shota stick, to which she began licking it intensely and staring at me the whole time.  It never once entered her mouth, though it was debatable how much of that counted.  After all, if she doesn’t put it in directly, but only wraps her lips around the outer midsection with just the tiniest bit of skin still exposed to the air, it doesn’t fully count, does it?  The mental gymnastics and answer to that question were both provided by Chigusa herself.

Having an eighteen year old girl give me her first blowjob was a memorable experience.  She was in no way perfect at it like my wife was.  But she did it with great passion.  

“Kukuku~  Sacchi would talk about doing this stuff all the time.  I thought it would be boring, but it’s kind of fun, isn’t it?”

Chigusa, aided with some questionable knowledge from her delinquent gyaru friend, found a way to pleasure me once more. She was hands and lips on during the whole thing, her tongue dancing all over my motherfucker as she stroked it and slapped her cheeks with it.  But never once did it go into her mouth directly.

I was squeezed and sucked to the point of climax, which when I let her know it came time, she extended her tongue with an open mouth, rested my glans upon it, and jerked load after load into her mouth, most going in, but not all of it.

She pulled away, and the obscene display of her mouth was too erotic for me.  She slowly retracted her tongue and swallowed my load.  She then showed me an empty mouth afterwards.  Without being prompted, she cleaned me up the rest of the way, and I swear her tongue was trying to find it’s way into my urethra to make sure she got every last drop.

When it was done, she climbed on the couch and enjoyed a lap pillow with my erection who she periodically kissed and teased.

“Did you enjoy it, Shota?  I thought cum was supposed to totally taste nasty, but it’s just a bit salty.  Maybe it’s because it’s yours that it’s not bad at all?”

What am I supposed to reply to her with at that question?  I decided only to answer the first question, since it’s the only one I had any knowledge of how to answer.

“I enjoyed it.”

It continued like this throughout the day.

She sat on my lap and I was made to finger her to an orgasm as we watched a show on television.  We ordered pizza for lunch, loaded up with the rest of the meats she so dearly loved.  She snuggled up to me the entire time, and it was actually a fun experience to do this with Chigusa.  It was almost nostalgic except for the addition of all the ecchiness.

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, and even when I made some time to write with Chigusa disappearing into her room, presumably to ask her friends for more advice, not single word was able to be written.

At the end of the day, we ended up back in in my room with Chigusa naked and crawling towards me.

“Shota, have you ever eaten mom’s pussy before?”

“What a question!”

“Kukuku~  Well, have you?”

“Yeah… Mayuri-san showed me the ropes.”

“Good!  Let’s try something fun!”

She dropped her panties, and I was suddenly presented with a pair of pretty pink lips that wanted a very grown up kind of kiss.  This was the so-called sixty-nine position, and while I did my best to spread her pussy and attack all the weak points I had learned about in the short amount of time I had become sexually active with Mayuri-san, my ex-girlfriend also attacked my own weakness, bringing a dangerous sensation to the act with her not-as-gentle-as-I-would-have-liked handling of my dangling pouch.

While I licked and sucked on her passage, Chigusa moaned for me like a bitch in heat.  Whatever she was doing to me now, was out of my view, but it already felt on a different level to what she did to me on the couch earlier.  

Chigusa’s own taste was different from my wife.  It was enjoyable but not as intoxicating.  Did experience or time change a woman’s environment?  It made no difference, since I’m the kind of person to eat whatever delicious meal is placed in front of me without complaint.

Chigusa must have been weak, because she easily came any number of times to my oral assault.  I even half-broke a rule by sliding my tongue into her vagina directly, sliding it around and slapping her ass for measure.

“AHN~  Shota!”

In return for the slap she gently bit my dick on the sides with her teeth.

“Hey!” I complained.

She squeezed me dry and since she didn’t take it into her mouth, it sprayed all over her face.

What do you do with a cum-covered ex-lover?

The obvious answer was that you take a bath together with her!

And that’s what we did.  We took a bath and I just held her from behind as she melted into me.

“I wish this would never end.”  She said cutely.

“But it will.  The magic ends on Friday.”

“Then I just have to make the most of it until then!”

And she did.

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