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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      涼宮ハルヒ_|_Suzumiya_Haruhi_-_All_Media_Types
  Additional Tags:
      Gangbang, Futanari, Girl_Penis, Cheating
  Series:
      Part 1 of Futa_Harem_Island_Syndrome
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-11 Chapters: 2/5 Words: 10049
****** Futa Harem Island Syndrome ******
by FWNA
Summary
     Haruhi has an island resort. She's God. She's horny. And she likes
     sleepovers.
***** Fuckdoll *****
"Oh…oh…!" Tsuruya whined, lifting her pert ass off the couch and gripping
Yuki's head in her hands as she came.
Tsuruya's cum drowned Yuki with every discharge, her cock spasming delightfully
as she ejaculated load upon load into Yuki’s mouth – the little girl
wordlessly, soundlessly swallowing Tsuruya’s first orgasm all the way down.
Hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, she blinked her eyes open. Yuki, her eyes closed
and little nose in the air. She was...dare she think it, pleased. Her tongue
came into play as she sucked the side of the green-haired beauty’s half-hard
cockhead, before returning to the head to coax the last dregs of cum out.
“You're...you're...aaaaamazing." She could go again. She wanted to go again.
Her cock flexed in Yuki’s still-sucking mouth – but twice as sensitive as
before – Yuki reacted and Tsuruya groaned, hips lifting, rolling her head back
to stare at the ceiling.
Eyes half-lidded, she locked gazes with the mega-watt grin of Suzumiya Haruhi.
“Hi.” Haruhi greeted, her own eyes sparkling with unabashed delight.
“Haruhi—!” she began, and the rest was cut off as Haruhi pressed her lips to
Tsuruya’s own in a heated kiss. She whined into Haruhi’s lips; that was all she
could do - Yuki had very calmly, sucked Tsuruya’s cockhead back into her little
mouth, her big, gold, luminous eyes taking in the heated make-out session her
mistress was forcing on their guest and friend.
Haruhi's hands dipped down, slow and sensuous, down the front of Tsuruya’s
chest, and across over her firm bust. Haruhi gave them a tight, possessive
squeeze, fingers sinking into the flesh. Tsuruya moaned at that, just as Yuki
dragged her tongue across Tsuruya’s glans with deliberate harshness. Their
guest gave a little ‘ah!’ of surprise and Haruhi took the opportunity to invade
her mouth with her hot tongue.
Eyes shut from how turned on she was, she tried to push her hostess away, but
Yuki was sucking with the same enthusiasm that had made her cum. Moving down
and away from Haruhi simply moved her deeper into Yuki’s throat. She pushed at
both with one hand, at one with two hands…but she felt weak as a kitten.
Haruhi’s half-lidded gaze took in her struggles, delight bright in her hazelnut
eyes. Dragging Tsuruya’s own retreating tongue out and pressing her soft,
gorgeous lips against hers, she seemed to get more aggressive the more Tsuruya
struggled.
The hand clawing for Haruhi’s hair raked through it instead, and Tsuruya began
kissing her back in earnest.
Yuki gave a particularly strong suck, and Tsuruya broke the kiss with a gasp –
Haruhi did not pursue her again, and instead leaned down to nibble at her
guest’s ear lobe. “It’s great, isn’t it?” she whispered, pressing her temple
against Tsuruya’s, kissing and suckling her guest’s soft cheek and ear every
now and again.
“Ah, ah, wha?”
Haruhi gave a long, languid lick up her guest’s cheek. “The cock I gave you.
It’s great.” Taking Tsuruya’s chin in her hands, she angled her gaze down.
Yuki, without breaking eye-contact, withdrew the dick from her mouth, nursing
on the tip with pursed lips, her hands jerking her shaft, tongue working on the
glands.
“You gave me?” she asked, panting, as Yuki continued her double-fisted handjob.
“Ohhhhhh…goddddd….” she cried.
“Yes. I gave it to you.”
“I…see…!” she managed, as Yuki sucked, and fondled the shaft with her soft,
small, glossy lips. Watching the innocent looking young girl treat the hard
shaft so affectionately...Tsuruya shivered in bliss.
“She’s good, hmm?”
“Y—yeaaaaaaah,” she gasped in agreement.
“I’d love a quick taste of your cock myself,” Haruhi suggested, her tone heavy
as she kissed down to Tsuruya’s neck. The thought of Haruhi down there with
Yuki, grinning at her cattily while she swallowed her length whole--
Yuki jerked as Tsuruya’s cock convulsed. “Oh GOD! I'm going to cummmm!” she
whined, and Yuki pulled off, gripping the shaft firmly. A shot of precum
erupted to strike her on the cheek. She looked up to Haruhi, as if in enquiry.
“W…why…?” Tsuruyu managed.
“Sorry.” Haruhi placed a brief, apologetic kiss on her lips, before drawing
away. “It’s just that there’s a limit to my own tolerance, you see.”
Tsuruya traced her host as she rounded the couch and felt her mouth water as
her gaze eventually ran down her sensuous curves, and down to her groin.
"You...you have one too...!"
“Mmmhmm. And it's about ready to go,” Haruhi murmured, masturbating
unhurriedly, her lithe hand stroking and pulling the stiff ten-inch shaft.
“Yuki-chaaaaan…?” she called sultrily. Yuki rose up and away from Tsuruya’s
penis, and knelt in front of her mistress. Gripping the shaft and placing a
long, sweet, reverent kiss on its thick and spongy tip, she opened her mouth
wide.
“Ah, ah,” she said. “Not yet, my pet.” Her gaze bore into Tsuruya’s own. “Come
here,” she commanded, her tone hot with arousal.
Tsuruya rose from the sofa, her erection bobbing with each step, towards the
voluptuous, seductive woman in front of her, and the small girl who knelt at
the ready. When she was within arm’s distance, she was grabbed by the wrist,
embraced, and kissed.
Tsuruya gasped when Yuki gripped her cock. Haruhi was not deterred, she
swallowed the breath Tsuruya wanted with a moan. She closed her eyes and
focused on Haruhi’s wonderfully skilled tongue…a tongue she’d love working on
other places….
“No, no. That won’t do.” Haruhi breathed, their lips still touching. Tsuruya
opened her eyes, and followed her gaze down, to their crotches. “I want you to
watch.”
Tsuruya nearly fainted at the sight of Yuki pleasing them both.
Holding Tsuruya’s iron-stiff cock horizontal over her face, Yuki dragged her
tongue over all nine inches ravenously, nibbling and sucking and worshiping
with her mouth, all the while jacking the other cock at her face.
Still jacking her mistress off, she enthusiastically leaned in, tongue
extended, to take Haruhi’s cockhead between her lips. “Ohhhhh.” Haruhi moaned,
as Yuki’s cheeks caved in as she sucked, hand still stroking at the pace she
knew her mistress loved. "You're such a good little girl...."
Haruhi pushed on her pet's head. “Take me deeper,” she murmured idly, and Yuki
obeyed, taking two inches in. “Deeper….” she insisted, pushing down harder.
Yuki closed her eyes in concentration, and her mouth slid down. Her pink cupid
bow lips were stretched tight around Haruhi’s shaft, and a flush spread across
Haruhi’s hazy, happy expression at the sight.
“She’s…deepthroating…you....” Tsuruya breathed, her dick throbbing. Yuki
responded to her, masturbating her harder.
“Mmmmm…such a good little suck-slut.” Haruhi praised, rubbing her hands through
Yuki’s hair, massaging her scalp. “Take it all the way, allllll…” she trailed
off as Yuki moaned something unintelligible. “It wasn’t easy training her…it
took a while before she got over the gag.” She smiled hazily. “But she loved
every minute of it…as much as I did.” Yuki's lips were now pressed against
Haruhi's base. Haruhi smiled, pushing down, grinding her pet's nose into her
groin.
“Oh god. She’s getting off, isn’t she?” Tsuruya asked, poking Yuki’s cheek with
her erection.
“That’s why she’s so good, you see. She loves it.” She pulled Yuki off her cock
by the hair, firmly, but kindly. Yuki laved the head with her tongue as she was
removed. “Don't you? Don't you love sucking cock?” She used one hand pulling
Yuki’s gaze up and the other to rub her dick over her little cocksucker's face.
She pushed the cock head over Yuki’s nose, smearing pre-cum. She rubbed her
dick against her soft cheeks.
Yuki licked her lips. “Yes,” she admitted softly, her gaze cloudy, her voice
soft as velvet.
“Speak up.”
“I…I love sucking cock,” she whimpered, and Haruhi smiled, relaxing her hold on
her head – she simply caressed it affectionately now. She gestured for Yuki to
continue.
Tsuruya was nearing her tolerance limit. Would Haruhi object if she pulled Yuki
to her? 'This thing...it's like...like I just want you to stop what you're
doing, and touch it....' she thought, her penis throbbing.
“Guh…oh…yes, that’s good. Keep….ohhhhhhh….” Haruhi pulled her hips back, and
Yuki’s mouth surged forward to keep up. Haruhi smiled. “No, no…manners girl.
Tsuruya now.” Rejoicing, Tsuruya watched heatedly as Yuki withdrew with a gasp,
moving to Tsuruya while jacking off Haruhi expertly.
“Oh yeaaaaah.” Tsuruya cried as her turgid length bent slightly to accommodate
Yuki’s throat – it slid in past her tonsils and into the soft velvet of her
squeezing throat, muscles working to take her cock deeper and deeper into the
exquisite service.
Yuki twisted her head, no longer looking so aloof and detached as she sucked
Tsuruya’s cock all the way to the root – her eyes were closed and her face
serene; indeed, she looked like she loved nothing more than to suck cock. There
was even a slight flush on her face, and beads of sweat and the shiny gloss of
precum. Once she kissed the base she opened her half-lidded eyes, seeking
approval as her throat worked, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Haruhi took in the delightful sight of Yuki looking up at her with a mouthful
of meat, and Tsuruya with her knees weak and an expression of unashamed
enjoyment on her face. The green-haired girl’s mouth opened and closed with
little ‘oh’s’ and Haruhi kissed her on the cheek. “Try to hold back.”
“Mmhmmm…!” she murmured, her gaze falling to Yuki. She grit her teeth as Yuki
began sliding it in and out - she wanted to just grab the head in her hands,
and fuck that mouth and fuck that wonderful, yielding, subservient throa-
She glanced up at Haruhi, who was smiling at her with a hint of…what might be
approval. “You know what…? I can’t wait to fuck you dear,” she whispered
heatedly, giving Tsuruya a kiss. “And I’m sure you feel the same…” Tsuruya’s
cock gave a jump at her suggestion and tone, and she nearly let it out into
Yuki’s throat.
Yuki pulled off slowly—sucking hard as she did—there was a soft naughty *pop*
as she moved to service her mistress while Tsuruya cooled off. And when Tsuruya
had, she was notified by a poke in the cheek.
Tsuruya's mind slowly became focused totally on four things – the lovely,
sloven sounds Yuki tried not to make while gobbling their dicks, the wonderful
sensation of having her cock sucked by a loving mouth, the heat of Haruhi’s
body as she was hugged close – and the act of holding her orgasm in. She
delighted in these four things, and let everything just slip from her mind.
Haruhi fondled her occasionally, and they kissed often, exploring each other's
soft lips and hot mouths. She let out a particularly loud and happy gasp
whenever Yuki swallowed her hard – but other than this, she knew nothing.
Until…
“She can’t, dear.” Haruhi said bemusedly.
“Huh?” Tsuruya panted, pulling back. She was rubbing her cockhead irritably
against the side of Yuki’s mouth – while Haruhi’s cock was still buried deep in
her smooth throat. Yuki turned a desperate, apologetic gaze to her and began to
pull away from her mistress – but Haruhi held her fast by the hair.
“She can’t take two.” Haruhi said thoughtfully, pulling Yuki off her dick by
the hair. Holding the little girl’s head in place, she rubbed her cockhead on
Yuki’s lips, smearing pre-cum in a naughty form of lip gloss, caressing her
full cheeks with her pre-cum and saliva-slick urethra. A slow impish smile
spread across her heart-shaped face. She glanced at Tsuruya out of the corner
of her eyes briefly. She released her hold on Yuki's head, and pet it, gazing
deep into the younger girl’s eyes. “You know…" she turned a sly gaze on back to
Tsuruya. "I don't usually fuck her. I mean, I am married after all. It isn't
good to fuck the pet."
"So...what do you..." at that, Tsuruya mouth opened in a little ‘O’ as her mind
was suddenly…inexplicably filled with——
——It was late, she could tell by the clock that sat on their dresser. The
luminous hands pointed to three AM.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah-"
Mikuru was such a noisy girl. Even after three hours she still managed a squeak
whenever Haruhi bottomed out in her well-fucked asshole – which was every time
Haruhi pinned her to the also squeaking mattress. Tsuruya wondered what she was
like with energy.
“Where do you want this one Yuki?” the mistress of the bedroom asked, driving
energetically into the soft, plush, tight flesh of her hot, willing wife. “I’m
thinking your face.”
Yuki moaned pitifully.
“But,” Haruhi continued, “If I hear you begging for it…” She thrust hard into
Mikuru, grinding her hips against her soft white bottom with abandon. The white
flesh, rosy with so many impacts and the occasional smack, quivered. “…If I
hear the words coming from your lips…I might reconsider.”
Yuki was shuddering uncontrollably, hands bound behind her back, her eyes
bright with tears of frustration as she rubbed her thighs together in vain. Her
hot, sweating, nubile little body was covered with cum – stuffed full of cum;
it seeped out of her ass and pussy, pooled on the sheets on the bed, decorated
her cheeks and forehead, her small but beautifully rounded tits and lovely
hips. There were a few strands in her hair too.
And yet, staring at the panting, alert-eyed girl, Tsuruya knew. All she’d ever
received from her mistress this night was cum – Haruhi had not gone more than
two strokes in either of her rear holes, before cumming – and she had not used
either of those holes more than twice. The rest had gone on her or to her
stomach via her throat.
The last round had gone in her mouth, despite begging for it in her pussy.
She’d milked her mistress better and more earnestly than she’d ever done,
literally worshiped Haruhi’s phallus with her tongue and mouth and throat, in
the hopes that her performance would grant her the relief she craved. She
gazed, tongue hanging out, into Haruhi’s hazelnut eyes, and realized she’d have
to beg harder.
Yuki needed it. Needed it, needed it, needed it in her cunt. In her pussy. It
was something she needed like she needed breathing, it overpowered all
thoughts, all rational decisions.
Her cheeks flushed. She shouldn’t be embarrassed at this point, no.
In her mind, she’d broken that barrier two hours ago. In her head her voice
screamed and endless stream of dirty words and profanity…but when it came out
it was breathless and small, hesitant and weak.
And Haruhi would say – “I couldn’t hear you, did you say ‘in your mouth?’,
before cupping her face and lovingly slipping her cock in.
“Hmm, I got, it, over your breasts,” or, “Okay! The face it is.”
Each time, her voice would rise – she would break though whatever barrier she
herself—or Haruhi—placed on her.
“My…”
Haurhi nodded encouragingly, rocking into Mikuru with deep, long strokes as she
gazed into Yuki’s pleading eyes. “Hurry dear,” she said. “I might just dump
this one into Mikuru…she’s been a darling tonight.” She leaned down and kissed
the small of her wife’s back lovingly as she let out a whine, part
consternation, part lust.
“My cunt,” Yuki whispered softly.
Haruhi hummed in response as she fucked her wife harder. “Louder.”
Yuki’s face scrunched up cutely and suddenly, there was nothing stopping her,
she cried, “Please cum in my cunt! Please, even if it’s for one or two strokes,
I need it! Cum in me, use me, please Haruhi, please Mistress, PLEASE, USE MY
PUSSY USE IT, USE IT!” she wailed.
“Good girl,” Haruhi said, withdrawing from Mikuru, who whimpered as her
responsive, first-class ass gripping the long, thick dick on the way out.
Pulling one of Yuki’s legs up and over her shoulder, Haruhi granted her bound
pet with the cock she had earned. “Uahhh!” Haruhi exclaimed, sinking her cock
in leisurely, “…Yuki, you’re so tight…so ready! I think it won’t be more than
three…squeeze dear, squeeze me....”
Yuki's eyes and mouth widened at the sensation - finally, finally, something
was filling her cunt! One thrust – it was bliss, it was heaven! Two – her mind
wiped itself white…three…four…five…s...six...!
“I’m…cumming!” Haruhi groaned.
Eyelids fluttering and mouth open in a helpless ‘o’, Yuki saw stars, bright
beautiful stars as the feeling of cum flooding her cunt sent her over the edge.
Gasping in orgasm, she cried, in that soft sweet voice, “Thank you, mistress.
Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Haruhi kissed her ankle…almost apologetically. “Aw…okay, okay. I understand.”
Yuki continued heedlessly. “Thank you, thank, you, thank you…”
“Mmm, I can tell, you’re really grateful.” Haruhi said, and began to withdraw
very, very slowly.
That snapped out Yuki out of it. “…Please…please, use my pussy again after
you’re done with Asahina-san!” She said desperately. “Or my…” She swallowed.
“Ass…either one is ready for you…it will feel amazing, I promise! I’ll-
Haruhi smiled down at her benevolently as she babbled. “…Hmmm. That’s
great…but…” she gestured to Mikuru. “I think I’ve worn her out.”
Yuki’s eyes went to Mikuru’s supple body and realized it was true. The rusty-
haired brunette had rolled onto her back; her supple, thoroughly fucked body
breathless. She seemed comatose.
…She couldn’t be stopping now! She couldn’t be! She turned to Haruhi, her mouth
opening in shock and dismay.
“…But I’m still soooo horny.” Haruhi sighed, leaning down, pressing her cheek
into Yuki’s ankle. “I can't sleep like this! Might you have…any...” She reached
down and fondled Yuki’s thigh. “Ideas…my pet?”
'TAKE ME!!!' screamed Yuki's mind. 'TAKE ME!' “Ah…ah…” was what came out, her
eyes desperate to convey her longing.
Haruhi continued to caress and suckle Yuki’s ankle with her lips heedlessly.
Yuki squeaked.
Haruhi's head twitched at the sound. She snuck a glance down and grinned.
Tears of frustration were bright in her eyes, and her cute, little lips – lips
that looked so good stretched demurely around her shaft - mouthed 'oh please,
oh please, oh please,' over and over again.
Haruhi giggled. “Okay, okay…” She thrust in firmly, and Yuki’s begging became a
hoarse scream of surprise. “I’ll fuck you till morning.” The bonds on her
wrists disappeared—were they even there in the first place or did she imagine
it—she threw her arms and legs around Haruhi who leaned over, the her hips
slapping into Yuki’s smaller, but no less curvier ones.
“OH THANK YOU!" she cried, finding her voice. "THANK YOU, THANK
YOUUUUuuuummm….” She was only silenced when Haruhi claimed her mouth with her
own.
Why? Haruhi hadn’t been this horny since that first day in the clubroom—Yuki
screamed into Haruhi’s lips as she came, her cunt tightening and massaging
Haruhi’s dick gratefully—
“By the way,” Haruhi whispered heatedly as her hips bucked, fucking Nagato Yuki
into a sobbing, screaming orgasm.
“Tsuruya’s coming.”——
——“Cumming!” Tsuruya managed, jerking her shaft hard to the inexplicable but
insanely erotic mental scene. She gripped Yuki’s head. “Swallow…swallow it!”
“Swallow it, Yuki.” Haruhi echoed, and smiled when Yuki detected the heat in
her voice, and began to jerk her off hard. Yuki knew she was close too. Opening
her mouth as wide as she could, she closed her eyes, her tongue out and ready
to receive Tsuruya’s load.
Tsuruya moaned. “…Oh yes…!”
Yuki mewed plaintively as the first jet struck her. Gripping the ejaculating
organ near the cockhead, she angled it at her cheek, her hips undulating in a
strange rhythm. She was cumming herself, her pussy dripping wet, and Tsuruya
realized that the little cocksucker was really getting off on it! Gripping the
rest of her shaft with two small hands, she began to stroke wildly, intent on
painting Yuki’s face white!
“Milk me.” Haruhi commanded imperiously, her tone strained, as she watched
Yuki, eyes begging for cum, Tsuruya, working hard to empty her load onto Yuki's
face. “Hurry, I want to cum, now now now now-” Yuki wasn’t fast enough,
transfixed on the spurting cock and intent on drinking down Tsuruya’s load, so
Haruhi grabbed her head between her hands, pulled her in and shoved her dick
down to the root, where she let her load go. “Oh yes…” she moaned as Yuki’s
throat worked furiously to choke the load down. When she pulled out, still
cumming, Yuki mewled, trying to keep her mouth on it. “Tsuruya.” Haruhi
managed, jerking off the length of her shaft not in her pet’s mouth.
Yuki let it withdraw and went to Tsuruya’s still cumming cock. She alternated
back and forth, sucking the cum out of their pulsing members, getting bathed in
the sheer volume of sperm. The sight simply inflamed them both, the both of
them making a huge mess of Yuki's face and upper body, until Tsuruya’s was a
dribble, and Haruhi's began to slow. Then she took her time, suckling mouthfuls
of Haruhi’s until she stopped, and then Tsuruya’s….
The room came back. “…Oh my…oh…!” Tsuruya gasped, feeling like it was the first
breath she’d taken in minutes. She leaned on Haruhi who leaned on her.
“…Still hard?” Haruhi panted.
Tsuruya nodded. “Y…Yea…” Her voice sounded soft and far-away.
“…You’ll…” Haruhi swallowed a lump in her throat. She wiped at her forehead.
“Although...that was a pretty big one...you’ll need to come a few times to get
it down,” a slow smile spread across her face. “You know what…? You can borrow
Yuki….”
“Can I?” Tsuruya asked, gazing at the golden-eyed girl heatedly, a hint of her
fang showing through her open, hungry mouth.
Yuki was a panting, wrecked mess of a cumrag. She was covered in her failure to
manage the ensuing orgasms, a completely wet mess, huge mouthfuls everywhere.
Leaning back on her hands, and looking like she'd had an orgasm or two of her
own, Tsuruya felt a fire grow in her belly, felt the stirrings of her cock
again. Long strands of cum had dripped down all over her round tits, her
stomach, her thighs. There were a lot of strands in her hair.
As she slowly became aware of the conversation, she looked up at the two
towering women, golden eyes incredulous.
“Yes.” Haruhi said, and she jerked Tsuruya’s gaze back to her by her chin. Her
tone was serious. “But only for tonight.”
Tsuruya paused in trepidation at the tone, and then laughed, reflecting the
mischief she saw dancing in her friend's eyes. "Is there anything I can do to
negotiate those terms?" she asked.
Haruhi smiled, kissing her. "We'll see. "
Eyeing Yuki’s tight breasts, taut stomach, beautiful thighs, curved hips,
Tsuruya whispered sultrily, “Here girl…”
Face a mess and golden eyes hazy, Yuki stood up unsteadily, and staggered to
Tsuruya. Leaning down, the older girl pulled her close and kissed her, forcing
her tongue in as if to say – ‘You’re mine now.’ She fondled her new pet
brazenly, grabbing her ass and kissing her rounded breasts, watching with glee
as the girl’s breathing quickened and her cock throbbed and pussy dampened.
Striding to the bed, she patted it. “Bend over for me,” she commanded sweetly,
and Yuki obeyed. Her steps small, the girl approached the bed and bent.
Jacking her dick off with her right hand as her left hand rested on smooth
flesh, she took the time to admire the sight of Nagato Yuki bent over and ready
for mounting. Her small frame tapered nicely into proportionately wide hips,
into a rounded ass was so delightfully shaped. She rubbed her finger over white
skin without flaw or blemish. “Oh...this is going to be goooood….” Rubbing the
head against Yuki’s wet cunt, she whispered, “Make sure to look Yuki-chan.”
Yuki did as was told, turning her gaze over her shoulder, her mouth opening in
anticipation and shock as Tsuruya pressed her cock into—
“My…” The petite girl took a breath, her eyes screwed closed and her mouth
widened, head tilted slightly as as Tsuruya sunk into her buttery rear, her
fingers gripping into her assflesh. “Look Yuki-chan…look how easily you take
it…” Tsuruya panted.
“Fuck her.” Haruhi said happily, perched on a sofa arm. “Fuck her.”
Yuki took it, inch by inch, gasping and moaning all the way, her voice sounding
just as delightful clear, without a cock between her lips.
Tsuruya had forced half of it in. Bucking into her, getting more and more in
with each thrust, she finally bottomed out, feeling her painfully nipples
scratching against Yuki’s back. “Ohhhh yeah,” she breathed, hands on either
side of the girl as she pressed Yuki into the mattress. "This ass is...really
something else..."
"Isn't it...?"
"Yeahhh...I can see why so many people like it..." Her perfumed hair was a
curtain of green on both sides of Yuki’s face as she enjoyed being engulfed in
Yuki's tight warmth. She leaned down to kiss the top of her pet’s head. "Good
girl."
She lifted her hips, just a little, and was rewarded with a whimper. Leaning
over she brushed her lips against Yuki’s ear. “So tell me Yuki-chan,” she
panted, feeling delightfully energetic now that she was in control. The
excitement built with every throb of her cock in this new, hot sheath. “How
many times have you watched Haruhi do this to Mikuru?”
“…Many…many times....” Yuki whimpered back, her own voice muffled as she
pressed her lips to the mattress.
“…And how many times have you wished it was you getting it…?”
“…All…all of them…!”
“Is that so…? Well tonight is your lucky night.” She rocked back into Yuki
gently, working the silky tightness of her ass. She was rewarded with another
helpless whimper. “Because I’m going to make you scream.”
"Yuki," Haruhi called.
Yuki’s looked up a little to her mistress.
We are both going to make you scream, Haruhi’s eyes promised her.
At that, Tsuruya pulled out, in inches, only to bury herself back in. She got
rougher, her thighs began slapping, and soon Yuki was struggling to hold in her
wails as Tsuruya sodomized her roughly. Haruhi watched as Yuki muffled her
excited cries into the sheets, small hands clenched and ass upraised.
The host of tonight’s activities walked over to the side of the bed. Tsuruya
stopped, and scooted closer, easily lifting the light, young girl, until Yuki
was positioned right in front of Haruhi’s throbbing erection. “Make me hard
again.” Haruhi said, playfully slapping her face twice with her tool. Yuki’s
open, panting mouth widened, and Haruhi slipped it inside, sighing contentedly
and ready for the attention of the cock-slut she’d so painstakingly trained-
“Hnnnnngh!” Yuki squealed, and Haruhi’s cock almost jumped out of her mouth.
Haruhi clucked her tongue as Yuki desperately, and ineffectively pulled the
shaft in line. She clucked again as Tsuruya’s thrusts rocked her little body
and her gasps and moans hampered her tongue-work. “It seems like you need a
little more training…seeing as how you can’t give a proper blowjob while you’re
getting it in the back…” As if to deny that, Yuki began working feverishly…she
might have been convincing if she could have successfully stifled her moans and
squeals. “…perhaps Mikuru with a strap-on…”
“Isn’t it fine like this?” Tsuruya asked, her eyes smoldering hot with arousal
as she continued to sodomize Yuki. “…Give her some time…ah! …and I’m sure
she’ll be fine…!”
“…Hm…” She peered down at Yuki, her full lips pouting in consideration. "Sure.
Three times a week? How's that, dear?"
Yuki continued to work desperately, wildly focusing her all on pleasing the
cock between her lips and Haruhi smiled at the sight. She began stroking her
pet's head, and Yuki peeked up, panting around Haruhi's cock, her little body
rocking with Tsuruya’s thrusts.
…You’re so cute, Haruhi mouthed, her long fingers slipping down to caress her
cheek.
She kissed Haruhi's cockhead experimentally, as if in apology.
Haruhi winked at her in return. Yuki's face relaxed with as much relief as she
could express with a cock in her ass and one in her mouth. Tsuruya continued,
heedless of the exchange between the two, as Yuki pleasured her mistress more
carefully and more slowly.
“God.” Tsuruya panted. “I love it. I love it!” She gripped the flesh hard with
two hands, caressed it, rubbed it, slapped it, all the while bucking and
fucking into the tight silkiness that was Yuki’s ass.
“Mmmhmm.” Haruhi said…and then her gaze was drawn down. Yuki was staring
pitifully into Haruhi’s eyes, begging her for….
“I think our pet wants to say something.”
Our pet. At that Tsuruya felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, to
her lower areas. “Is that so?” She asked pausing her thrusts to catch her
breath. She wanted to last. She wanted to fuck for hours!
Haruhi nodded to Yuki, smirking her consent. “It’s fine Yuki-chan. Tell us what
you’d like.” She withdrew her cock from her mouth, and began rubbing it on her
cheeks and nose. Pre-cum seeped out and was massaged into her soft, fair skin.
“Plea-oooohhhh!” Yuki stifled a groan, as Tsuruya took that as the cue to
continue fucking. “…Please…!”
“Hah…” Tsuruya panted, eyes wild and expression ecstatic as she fucked her
faster. “Please…?”
Yuki whimpered. “…My…my…!”
“Your…?”
“I need it…in…my…!”
Tsuruya thrust deep into Yuki’s ass, and the smaller girl’s back arched.
Tsuruya kissed the small of her pet’s back. “In your…?”
“In my pussy!”
Tsuruya turned to Haruhi, who was stroking herself furiously.
More, she mouthed, the hand on her shaft a blur. Tease her more.
Pulling out of Yuki’s ass reluctantly, Tsuruya flipped Yuki onto her back, and
began teasing the entrance of her cunt with the tip. “Getting it in your ass
isn’t enough?” She rubbed slowly. Yuki's soft outer lips were so much smaller
than her cock head. She dipped in, and then out, in a vertical motion. She was
so wet.
Yuki shook her head, eyes clenched shut. "No..."
“Then beg harder!”
“Please fuck me in my pussy!” she cried “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please
fuck--!” She gasped as she was entered.
“Good girl,” Tsuruya said, and Yuki moaned long and loud as Tsuruya lifted her
hips and fucked her long, hard dick into her waiting and willing cunt…and then
Tsuruya rolled, pulling Yuki with her. The golden eyed girl’s eyes widened as
her cheeks were spread and Haruhi plugged her gaping butt with her stiff,
saliva-slick cock.
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAH—!” the girl screamed as she came. Her cock jumped as cum jetted
all over Tsuruya’s chest.
“Bad girl,” she said, “Cumming without permission.” Yuki whimpered into
Tsuruya’s nape, arms tight and locked around the grinning girl’s neck. “Mmm,
that’s right…” Tsuruya purred into one ear. “Hold on tight,” Haruhi said, into
the other.
Finally, gloriously, both of her holes were pounded full – her minds blanked
itself and all she could concentrate on was each earthquake of pleasure that
each thrust sent into her. “What a lovely little cunt,” Tsuruya panted, bucking
her hips up into Yuki’s delightfully responsive cunt. “What a body! I won’t
ever be able to get enough! I could do this for hours!”
“…Hours, Yuki-chan,” Haruhi panted, now the one who couldn’t hold back, she
slammed her hips into Yuki’s mercilessly, using her pet with glee and mind-
consuming pleasure. “Wouldn’t you like that, you beautiful little fuckdoll? Us
fucking you, all day, everyday?” She began punctuating every other word with a
rough thrust. “You’d….ah! Be reading…AH! But we’d pluck the book out of your
hands…ohhhh! And take you were you sat…!”
Tsuruya groaned, thrusting up. “Oh yess!!!”
“You’d spend your waking hours sandwiched between us, with both holes plugged
and…”—she bottomed out and left it there, giving short little humps as she
hunched over Yuki’s back, her thighs slapping into Yuki’s lovely little
butt—“…and you won’t be able to say anything…!”
“YES!” Yuki screamed. “YES! FUCK ME! YES!” and Tsuruya fell in love with the
sound. Haruhi grinned into her friend’s arousal-clouded eyes. Me too, she
mouthed.
They were both building up a steady rhythm, twin cocks pumping and pistoning in
and out, giving her the fucking she’d been denied again and again. Yuki’s back
was arched and she was cumming and cumming and – as promised – screaming and
wailing her little lungs out.
“Oh Haruhi...Yuki! I can’t…do this…anymore! I think I might…!”
“Such a tight, naughty ass!” Haruhi gasped. She gripped Yuki’s short hair
firmly, and jerked her face up and towards her own. Yuki continued squealing
her pleasure into Haruhi’s lips, even as she responded eagerly to Haruhi’s hot
tongue. “Tsuruya now,” her mistress whispered, pulling up languidly, as her
hips continued to buck and fuck into Yuki’s little bum. Yuki hair was still in
Haruhi’s firm grip, but the young girl needed no guidance as she dove into
Tsuruya’s waiting, open lips. Tsuruya moaned into her mouth, and Haruhi bit her
ear, and then, holding nothing back, her two owners raced each other to orgasm.
“Cumming in you, Yuki!” Haruhi said, burying her face in Yuki’s hair as Tsuruya
groaned her own declaration into Yuki’s lips. “Tight…!” Her mistress sobbed.
“I’m…cumming in your…!”
Yuki let out a long, muffled sob…her back arching, stuffed full of meat and
cum. Tsuruya broke their kiss and leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling,
arching her cock as far as it would go and letting it out there, savoring both
the way her cock was being milked - and the sound of Yuki screaming her
pleasure to the world.
Sandwiched between two soft pairs of breast and bodies, Yuki's pussy contracted
with one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever felt. She collapsed atop
Tsuruya.
Panting as the doll-like girl lay limp across her breasts, Tsuruya rode out the
rest of her long orgasm in bliss, Yuki’s cunt squeezing and draining her
subserviently. She felt cum running out, down dripping down back onto her
groin, and she found her gaze staring into Haruhi’s. Soft lips met in a kiss,
with the freshly-fucked body of their pet pressed between them.
They both pulled out of Yuki, cocks half-hard and slick. Haruhi collapsed onto
her back, rolling Yuki off Tsuruya, who turned to examine her doll-like
features. “Is she…broken?” Tsuruya asked, her tone worried but her face
smiling. She kissed the wide-eyed but totally comatose girl on the forehead
affectionately. “Good girl.”
Yuki murmured something softly.
“She’ll be fine…"
“...Look at all this cum.” Tsuruya said, dipping a finger in and sucking it
clean. Yuki had cum all over her chest. “Mmmm...”
Haruhi took a sample of her own, dipping down and lavishing attention all over
Tsuruya's breasts and taut stomach. "That was fun, wasn’t it....?” she said,
kissing her way up to Tsuruya’s face and planting a peck on her cheek.
“Uhuh…” Tsuruya said. “…Megas…fun…” She nuzzled Haruhi’s neck, licking sweat
and finding little patches of cum.
“…If you enjoyed that…I’m sure you’ll love seeing what Mikuru can do…or what I
do to Mikuru…”
“…Just seeing…?"
"Ehehe. She’s my wife, you know.”
“…Like Yuki is ‘your pet’?” Tsuruya asked, her devilish grin bright in Haruhi’s
eyes – and almost identical to Haruhi’s own. "...Can you read minds?"
"When I want to...but you know," Haruhi whispered. "You have beautiful
hair...shall we keep ourselves busy for a while?” Haruhi suggested, kissing
Tsuruya just above the eye.
Tsuruya gasped as Haruhi molested her soft, smooth skin.
“…I do need a clean-up…” She reclined as Haruhi explored her body with her
lips, tongue and mouth.
Finally, the host took Tsuruya’s hands in hers and pulled her up, running
fingers through her thick, tangled mane of dark green hair. “I’ve waited a long
time for this.” Haruhi gave Tsuruya a brief, lingering kiss. “…I really like
you.”
“I figured that when you tongued me on the sofa.”
Yuki moaned something unintelligible between them as they fell back onto the
bed, pulling each other into a sixty-nine.
***** Whoever invented the Moe-Milf was *****
"Does she still fuck you into the bed?"
Mikuru sputtered, brought a slim hand up to her face, and coughed tea into it.
"Ugu.h..wh..at!?"
Tsuruya giggled like she had made the funniest joke in the world.
Mikuru rose, her cup shaking as she set it on the table. "I'm...um...not too
comfortable on that topic." she whispered, standing to get a paper towel.
"What~?" her friend demanded. "Oh come on Mikuru! We used to talk about our
crushes for hours…are you saying we can’t talk about this?! It’s sad-nyoro!"
"...Wuh...well..." Mikuru wiped at her hands, even though they were already
dry. Memories of hot trysts with her wife were getting her wet. Haruhi hadn’t
fucked her for three nights – Mikuru knew she was with Yuki…and it seemed she
no longer wanted the small young girl as ‘just a cum bucket’. She stifled a
groan and tried not to rub her thighs together. If this continued, she'd have
to start masturbating...and that was against the rules....
“Hya!” Mikuru squealed as she was enveloped in a hug.
“You know Mikuru...I’ve missed you....and I was just thinking...we haven't
really had a chance to talk...just the two of us." Try as she might, Tsuruya
was having trouble maintaining her airy tone.
"We're talking…" Mikuru said meekly, struggling lightly. "I think we’re talking
fine…"
“So what’s it like? With Haru-nyan…?”
“W…well…” It was hot. It was hardcore sex most of the time, in the shower, in
the bed, on the floor…and into the early mornings….
“I bet you go at it all the time....” Tsuruya whispered.
They did. Haruhi did more than 'fuck her into the bed'. In the early days,
she'd fuck her *everywhere*, *all the time*. In fact, they’d done it, right
here...in this kitchen...on this counter...she'd lost track of how many times
her insatiable partner had hugged her from behind, bent her over the counter,
and whispered how horny she was—
“Could…could you let go?” Mikuru asked, her lips trembling.
"Hmmm? But we hugged all the time before..." Mikuru stifled a moan as Tsuruya
pressed her hardness into her pleated a-line brown skirt and into her soft bum.
"Tsuruya-chan...!" she began, and then she was pushed against the counter.
"What..."
"...I can't help it Mikuru...you've gorgeous..." She kissed the shorter girl's
exposed left shoulder, after dragging the thin spaghetti straps of her white
top down with her teeth. "...Ne...could you maybe...help me?"
"Help…you..?!!"
"Yeah...I’m sure…there’s something..."—she feigned innocence—"...something
maybe you could do?" She ground her hips harder into Mikuru's bottom.
“…I...I'm...!"
“Married...?" Tsuruya finished.
"Yes...!"
"Hmm....” she leaned forward and giggled. “You’ve let Yuki fuck you.”
“How did you...." Mikuru gasped as one of Tsuruya's crossed hands dipped low,
across her hips. The clothes over her skin shivered audibly as Tsuruya
continued fondling her."...But that’s because…Haruhi…wouldn’t…relieve her!”
“Right, you were just helping your pet..." She groped the hot wetness between
Mikuru's legs and was rewarded with a loud moan. "It was tough wasn't it?
Watching Yuki being used as a cum-bucket? Watching that poor girl try to
satisfy herself? Even after Haruhi explained it was for Yuki's own good...."
Mikuru struggled to keep from panting as she recalled the desperate enthusiasm
that Yuki had shown, when she had offered herself to sate her friend's erection
and mind-crushing desire. She had told herself that she wasn't being a slut,
wasn't being a bad wife. She was just helping her friend, and not looking for
more sex for the days when Haruhi busied herself with other matters…and other
women. The fucks with Yuki rivaled the nights when Haruhi was in one of her
moods – Yuki wasted no time, had only one desire – to come, and come, and
come…and then Mikuru would bring out the vibrators, the toys, the straps…and
they’d only stop when they saw day approaching.
"So, how did you help her?" Tsuruya asked. "…Did you suck her off? Jerk her
off? ...Or perhaps..." She gripped Mikuru's crotch hard. "Did you use this?"
"N..No...! I..."
"Or perhaps..." Mikuru bit her lip to contain a shameful moan as Tsuruya
caressed her butt with a gentle hand. "Did you use…this...?"
That was exactly what Mikuru had done.
Tsuruya kissed Mikuru's temple. “….You know...I’ve wanted this for so long…”
Tsuruya groped Mikuru's breasts and nearly came in her pants. No bra...she
played with the stiff nipples casually. “With Yuki missing…I’m so lonely. I’m
sure you feel the same with Haruhi gone. Perhaps, we could…help each other out
until they come back?”
“Uuuuuuuu….” Mikuru groaned. “…No…please…”
"Please Mikuru?" Tsuruya begged, one hand rubbing Mikuru’s crotch and the other
tweaking her nipples. "Let’s help each other. It's getting so hard." She began
grinding her covered length against her in earnest. "...And you’re getting so
wet…"
"I..." Mikuru panted.
Tsuruya smirked, kissing her friend on the neck. “It’s so hard to take care of
on my own…I’ll probably spend all day at it…in my room…with both hands
struggling to bring myself off…”
“Mmmmm…”
“I’ll probably need vibrators too…clean-up will be a mess…it sure will be hard
to…drink…all…that…cum…” She withdrew her hands from Mikuru’s crotch, just a
little, and sighed. “…If you change your mind-
A lithe hand was placed on her forearm jerkily. Tsuruya squeezed Mikuru’s
wetness in anticipation. “…Alright,” her buxom friend panted, in her sweet
little voice. “...I think I can…help…"
Tsuruya giggled throatily, as she let her go. “Thank you…”
Mikuru folded to her unsteady knees, in front of her. Tsuruya’s heartbeat was
wild, and she struggled not to pant. She stared down Mikuru’s pale cleavage
hungrily.
Mikuru swallowed, gaze shifting as Tsuruya began unbuckling her belt, and then
her jeans. The zipper went down slowly, already she could make out the outline
of her trapped cock, it made her face and crotch heat up further. She resisted
the urge to touch herself…she was getting turned on, she thought shamefully.
Tsuruya dropped her jeans, and Mikuru shivered in arousal. Tsuruya’s half-hard
eleven-incher looked ready to rip apart her striped panties…the standing girl
pulled them down carefully, and the length bounced into display.
"It's...big…." Mikuru said hungrily. She did not add that it was almost as big
as Haruhi's.
Tsuruya stepped forward. "Hurry...Mikuru…" The massive length bounced, throbbed
in anticipation the closer Tsuruya got to Mikuru’s upturned face. Nodding,
Mikuru raised a hand to grip her friend's shaft. She could not fit her hand
around it. She slowly, hesitantly, began stroking it with two cool hands,
working it to its full length. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip.
“…I’ll…start then…” she said, and began by licking the head, slowly, and then
more confidently. Tsuruya moaned her name and then Mikuru first kissed the head
sweetly, and then took it into her mouth, her hands continuing to massage.
“Oooooohhhh…” To Tsuruya’s delight, the sight of Mikuru sucking her off was
just as erotic as she thought it would be – her plush, pale pink lips – like
the rest of her, looked made for no other purpose than oral sex. The way they
looked pursed and stretched around her stiff rod made her thighs shiver. She
was noisy too. She made cute, earnest sounds as she sucked, but Tsuruya had
known she was noisy, she couldn’t wait to hear her squeals as she fucked
her....
“Ish...thitd....guud?" Mikuru asked, sucking and laving the head with her
tongue.
"Yeah...yeah..." Tsuruya groaned. Mikuru sank her lips lower, and Tsuruya's jaw
dropped in a wordless moan, as she stared down through half-lidded eyes. The
lovely nymph had deepthroated her length. She wasn't as practiced as Yuki, but
really, Haruhi was absolutely right. Mikuru's greatest feature, her highest
skill, was as eye-candy. The brunette's eyes were pools of lust, begging
approval - begging for a reward. “Mmmm…mhmmmhmmm….” Tsuruya feel her orgasm
fast approaching as her mind looped on the fact that her best friend had buried
her own cock in her lovely pale throat.
“Mmmhmm…” Mikuru murmured, earnestly using her mouth to bringing her off…
"Juuuust a minute!" Tsuruya said, forcing a cool smile. She gently pushed
Mikuru back and swallowed a whimper as her dick was removed from the loving
confines of a warm, devoted throat and mouth. She almost snapped as Mikuru
tongued the head wantonly as it withdrew, a picture of confused, innocent
desire.
“Tsuruya-chan?”
"I just need a little something *more*..."
"...Um...well...then..." Small hands rested on large breasts. “Um…” She cupped
her heavy mounds and offered them up meekly. Tsuruya's lips twitched to contain
her whimper of desire. "How about this?" Mikuru asked shyly.
Her cock pulsed and jerked violently in anticipation. "...That...that should do
it..."
Mikuru undid her apron while still on her knees, and left it in a pile.
Tsuruya’s gaze was rooted to her breasts, and then she interrupted when Mikuru
looked like she was just going to push her white top up. "...It will get
dirty..." Blushing harder, Mikuru nodded, and pulled her white top off, as
simply as she could, her breasts bouncing as they were freed. Then, taking the
soft, firm flesh in her hands, she enveloped Tsuruya’s saliva-slick rod.
Tsuruya stifled a whine, her hips jerking forward into Mikuru’s softness as the
lovely young wife massaged her stiffness, dripping saliva onto the head and
shaft. “You are…amazing…Mikur-u!” She gasped as Mikuru leaned down to lick and
suck at her cockhead noisily. Tsuruya held back as best she could, as Mikuru
worked in her gentle way, to bring her to orgasm.
“Oooohhh…yeah…that’s…please…stroke…!”
Breathing out a soft ‘fwaahh’ as she sucked the head, she tilted her head this
way and that, as she worked her friend’s entire cock over. She peered up from
behind full, chestnut brown hair, not halting her strokes, and her lips parted
to say something…but she seemed to think against it.
“What…is it…?” Tsuruya encouraged.
Her full lips parted, as she used her tits to get her off. “C…cum…” mumbled
Mikuru abashedly, peering up at Tsuruya’s face. “…Quickly…please? I’ll start
moving faster now…so…” she swallowed. “…I want it…” she breathed, her pink
tongue flicking out to lick her upper lip.
That did it. "I...can't...take it....!" Tsuruya declared.
Mikuru gasped cutely as she was pushed to the floor, the kitchen carpet furrows
pressed against her bare back. Tsuruya’s gaze was hot as she gripped the
titflesh in her hands, thrusting hard – she was going to get a real titfuck
now, she thought feverishly, as the brunette leaning forward to lick and suck
her cockhead as it stabbed through cleavage. She buried the head of her cock
into that hot mouth and squeezed those breasts around her shaft, and then let
herself go, thrusting and fucking into Mikuru’s breasts.
She gripped Mikuru tight as she struggled to hold back the torrent of sperm -
struggled to savor the experience as much as possible even as she struggled to
release! She was going to cum on those breasts! She was going to unload all her
cum over the soft, perfect globes, she was going to paint that creamy, insanely
luscious flesh with her load!
She gave sharp hazy gasps as her orgasm built, higher, higher, higher. Her
cockhead stretched, she shuddered, took a breath, and broke. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
she cried, her mouth widening in a silent groan and then finding her voice
after the first shots had jumped far, and splattered all over Mikuru's face.
She kept pushing, pounding at that soft chest, watching the semen pool and
collect all over her friend's slender neck. "Oh, oh oh...!" she echoed
blissfully, as she painted Mikuru's breasts and face with long, hot streams of
her female cock-cum.
But she wasn't done. Yuki had not sucked her off this morning, and she had only
consoled herself with the idea of having her load all over Mikuru's wonderful
breasts, cute face and bedroom eyes.
Tsuruya pulled the panting brunette up by the hair. She jerked the rest of her
load out furiously, milking her appendage, emptying herself all over Mikuru’s
face. She released her grip on Mikuru's hair, moving, placing her hips over her
friend's breasts, forcing her spongy, pulsing cock through those full lips.
"Suck it out!" she gasped, almost begging, fingers wrapped around the shaft not
forced into her friend's barely-responsive mouth and tongue as she rode out the
final spurts of her massive orgasm. "Suck...suck...suck...!"
And then she stopped, closing her eyes and relishing in the feel of Mikuru
tonguing her sensitive, spent, cockhead with noisy wanton whimpers.
Her still hard dick became harder as she watched Mikuru pant drowsily, trying
vainly to return her breathing to normal. The back of her head lay against the
soft kitchen carpet. Her hair was spread out behind her, and her cheeks were
flushed with lustful effort. She licked her lips of her friend's sperm. She
dragged a finger through it and in a drunken haze kissed it from her
fingertips.
Tsuruya felt her cock jump, felt her desire roar. That was the hand that had
her wedding ring.
Mikuru finished licking her fingers clean and gazed up at her.
"Was...is...that....was it...good?" she asked, having trouble forming the
question, her liquid brown eyes turned up questioningly. “There’s…so much…” she
noted, feeling the copious amounts of sperm all over her.
Tsuruya’s expression was covered by her lustrous green hair. "Tsuruya-chan?"
Mikuru tried hesitantly, and her eyes widened as her skirt was pushed up, her
panties pulled away. "What are you..." A slick, wet, spongy hardness was rubbed
against her anus.
“If your mouth is okay, then your ass should be okay too…”
“N…no! Wait!" she squealed, as Tsuruya sank her slippery dick past her trained
sphincter. "Oh god! Oh god Tsuruya-cha-
The green-haired girl's long, hard shaft did not wait, did not rest. Once a
sizable amount had been forced in, she immediately began thrusting, working to
fuck her full length into the tightness of Mikuru's plush velvet insides.
"Noooo! It's big...!!!! Tsuruya-channnn!!!!"
"You take it soooo easy Mikuru...!" Tsuruya gasped joyfully. "Oh it feels
sooooo good!~ Soooo tight!!!!"
"Tsuruya-ch..!" Mikuru sobbed, as Tsuruya’s rod piston-pumped in and out of her
ass. "...Tsuruya-chan!!" The hot brunette caved into pleasure. Instead of
clutching the carpet she began to rub her clit and cunt. The sight enflamed
Tsuruya further and she reamed Mikuru's anus, hungry to cum again, this time in
the soft confines of Mikuru's ass. “Unh…yeah…” Tsuruya groaned. “Sooo well…”
she repeated. “You take it sooo easily…” Her focus was on thrusting into Mikuru
tight, unyielding ass; all the frustration that had been boiling inside her,
the desire that she had chained up for years, she channeled into the sodomy of
her bombshell of a friend. "So hot...going to...!" came her hoarse, barely
audible declaration, and then she hugged Mikuru's slender leg to her cheek,
unleashing another hot load, this time in Mikuru’s bum. Each long, drawn out-
discharge caused her eyelashes to flutter and then she collapsed onto her
friend, her dick half-buried in Mikuru’s ass.
It was Mikuru’s whimpering that brought her back. There was an empty, hungry
look in her friend’s lustrous eyes, and her hands were in her cunt. She was
struggling to bring herself off despite the press of Tsuruya’s body.
“…Neee…Mikuru,” began Tsuruya “Put the apron back on…?”
Mikuru gave a wordless whimper in reply.
“…I’ll fuck you…again…this time here…” her own slender hands joined Mikuru’s at
her quim…there was a soft, breathless “Un” from Mikuru, and then Tsuruya pulled
her up, onto her unsteady feet.
“The skirt,” Tsuruya said, gesturing to Mikuru’s final article of clothing.
Mikuru carefully shucked her skirt down, and then donned her discarded apron,
slipping the hoop over her neck while Tsuruya watched.
It was a simple act she'd done for years...but in her nervousness she realized
she hadn't fluffed her hair out of the loop. The idea made her even more
shaken. She imagined what expression Tsuruya would make as she shook her full-
bodied hair free. She left it trapped. Her fingers went round to finish, and
she realized her chest was thrust out, on display, large and wanton. Her
fingers fumbled. "I..." she looked up, close to tears. "C...Could you help me?"
she asked broken-heartedly. At the silence she turned a gaze to Tsuruya - and
then glanced downwards quickly, shamed at her friend’s hungry stare.
Tsuruya stopped jerking her shaft. She placed lithe hands on Mikuru’s bare
shoulders. "Turn around..." Mikuru turned around. "Hair," Tsuruya said. Mikuru
nodded shakily, gathered her courage and then her full locks; out of their
prison and up. Tsuruya couldn't help but exhale sharply as Mikuru held the hair
up. The back of her neck was traffic-stopping. “...Lovely,” the taller girl
whispered, kissing the back of Mikuru's neck as the shyer girl held her hair
up. She sneaked pecks at the sensitive, soft sides of her throat.
"Just....lovely."
She made her way down with her lips and Mikuru arched when she'd sucked the
skin over the base of her spine. Kneeling down at her waist, she pulled
Mikuru's stained panties down. She kissed each cheek, before tying the apron
firmly. "Now turn around..." Mikuru hands were gathered in front of her as she
did as commanded. Her cheeks were beet red and her eyes were downcast.
Tsuruya sighed blissfully. She slid her arms across her friend's shoulders,
fluffing chestnut hair....and then she cupped Mikuru's flushed and tear-stained
cheeks and leaned in. "Just lovely," she murmured, leaning in for a brief,
affectionate kiss.
“Tsuruya…”
“I really missed you.” Her friend confided, her tongue peeking out as she
smiled. "I missed you so much..."
Mikuru’s lip trembled, and then she leaned in to give a kiss of her own.
Amazed, eyes closing, Tsuruya sighed happily, satisfied with this chaste,
innocent, reciprocation of-
She eeped in surprise breaking the lip-lock as Mikuru groped her butt. Gazing
at her friend's flushed cheeks, she smiled. But you want more, huh? Tsuruya
thought happily, as Mikuru dove in for another kiss. Gripping Mikuru's own bare
ass and extracting an identical muffled eep from her, she was surprised further
as a tongue slipped into her open mouth...
They parted for air, a thin line of saliva connecting their open mouths and
tongues.
"I'm...sorry...." Mikuru whispered. "...I need..."
Tsuruya responded by leaning in to tongue her forcefully. Mikuru groaned into
the kiss. “-The counter," Tsuruya commanded once they'd finished.
Mikuru nodded, turning and placing her forearms on the linoleum, hiking her ass
up and glancing over her shoulder.
Tsuruya could stand the sight for only a second. Mikuru whimpered “Please…” as
she stepped forward and stroked herself to the hilt in Mikuru's hot, dripping,
pussy.
“Oh...Mikuru…!” Tsuruya sighed, leaning over to breathe in Mikuru’s perfumed
hair as they fucked.
“M…More!”
"...Can you tell me who this pussy belongs to?"
Mikuru bit her lip before replying. "You…"
"This tight, plush ass?"
"You!"
"Your soft lips and hot, tight throat?!"
"You!"
"This shamefully fuckable body!?"
"You! You, you you! Right now...Mikuru belongs to you, Tsuruya-chan!!!"
"That's right! That's right Mikuru! You were made for sex, Mikuru! Even when
you're married...even when your body is meant for one person only...!" One hand
atop Mikuru's fine rump, she buried the other in the mass of silky hair atop
Mikuru's head. Taking a handful, she jerked her head up, arching her back up in
a gorgeous arch.
"Oh...oh!!! OooooooOooooooOoOH!"
"There's no...way...only one person can have this pussy...this body! That's why
Haruhi fucks you so much! That's why she lets Yuki fuck you! And that's
why...she's letting *me* fuck you!"
Mikuru gasped, shock lancing into her pleasure. "That's right!" Tsuruya
declared. "She told me...take care of Mikuru while I'm gone...told me how she's
such a horny thing..." Tsuruya felt Mikuru's cunt clench in orgasm, and gasped
herself. "...You know...it's not like it's a bad thing," she said, her cock
throbbing powerfully in Mikuru's cunt. "Can you feel it?" The brunette groaned
in response. "We love you for it," Tsuruya whispered. "...*I love you for
it*......you lovely," she punctuated each word with a thrust, "beautiful,"
Mikuru gasped cutely - "whore...!"
She continued slamming her hips into Mikuru’s rear for a little longer, losing
herself in the sensation and the sound of her friend keening and moaning
loudly. "Slut!" Tsuruya declared "Slut, slut, slut!" Then, Tsuruya pulled
Mikuru around, lifted her, and placed her plush bottom on the counter. Throwing
both shapely legs over her shoulders, she began fucking her with the intention
of orgasm. "Look at me! ...I'm going to make you cum!"
"Ugh! Uuuuuggh!!!"
"I'm going to make you cum...and then I'm going to fill you up with my cum!"
"Ugh...! Ugh, uhhh…."
"I'm going to pour it all in, going to flood this naughty pussy with my
cum...because right now...you're *mine*!"
"Tsu...ru...YA-chan!" screamed Mikuru, throwing her arms around her friend's
neck. Tsuruya pounded frantically, almost desperately, like she wanted to bury
her cockhead into Mikuru's deepest parts before emptying herself, and Mikuru
mewled and sobbed with every thrust.
"I love you Mikuru!" Tsuruya gasped, kissing one of Mikuru’s slender calves.
"You're mine!"
"I...love...!"
With one last, powerful thrust, Tsuruya buried herself to the hilt in Mikuru's
tight, convulsing, sopping hot pussy, releasing pint after pint of cum. She
hugged Mikuru's head to her cheek as she erupted, screaming her partner's name,
and the two cried out in mutual pleasure.
…And after a long, hazy period of only breathing, Tsuruya spoke up. "Ne,
Mikuru?" she asked softly, relishing the feeling of Mikuru's pussy around her
sensitive prick.
Mikuru hummed dizzily in response.
"Can we do it again?"
Mikuru's eyes widened. "A..Again!?" she yelped, her gaze darting to the top of
her friend's green head. “Um, well….” she swallowed as Tsuruya nuzzled her
nape. “Perhaps later.” She kissed Tsuruya on her broad forehead-
"That was my berserk-button nyoro." Tsuruya said, hiding her face in Mikuru's
neck.
"...What?"
"Nothing~" she sang softly, nosing her way down to Mikuru's breasts. “We'll go
to the beach for now...but tonight...come to my room." She licked at a nipple.
“Bring everything. The maid costume, the nurse...that waitress one from the
movie." She grinned. "The one from the Cultural Festival. You can imagine how
badly I want to fuck you in that uniform...do you have one in my size? We'll
both wear it..."
"Um...I..."
"And I'd love some more apron-play...
"Um..."
"…What's wrong?” Tsuruya teased. “Haruhi told me it was enough to have you
cumming yourself unconscious...being fucked in costume I mean...."
Mikuru swallowed, her full lips tight in a frustrated pout. Tsuruya kissed her
hard and brief, and then winked. "Was she wrong?"
Mikuru's gaze shifted to the side in embarrassment. "...You forgot the bunny
suit."
"...That's for a very...special occasion...Haruhi has planned...a few nights
from now.”
"...Something special?"
"Some kind of party. So no. No bunny outfit." There was a hint of
disappointment in her tone. "...But bring the Frog."
Mikuru blinked, unsure if she'd heard right. “The frog? What...the frog..." her
voice trailed off when Tsuruya placed a slender finger on her lips. “…I’ll
skull-fuck you in that one...." she whispered hotly. “Since we can’t cut holes
in it…”
Mikuru's dismayed expression sent her into a fit of giggles. She pulled her
still-hard and definitely unsatisfied penis out of her friend's, sperm-
drenched, still-milking cunt.
“Meet you at the beach!” she sang, blowing a kiss, her long hair whipping
gently as she swayed out.
Mikuru sniffed. "...Uuu."
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