I'd planned to leisurely enjoy the autumn foliage, but I ended up cutting it short and quickly grabbing lunch at a café instead.
Both of them were growing increasingly aroused, but since they'd gone to the trouble of taking a trip, they decided against eating convenience store food and chose a café instead. Across from Kotaro, Misaki provocatively removed her shoes during the meal, rubbing her crotch, and glanced at him while sensually slurping her raw pasta—repeatedly issuing blatant provocations.
Normally, Misaki wouldn't act so openly in public. She must be reaching her limit, he thought. Kotaro felt the same way, so he understood perfectly.
When they entered the nearest love hotel and confirmed no one was around, he embraced Misaki.
"Kyaa... Huh? Oh, K-Kotaro...? Ahn! Hey, this is no place for that... Nngh, ah, haaah..."
He pulled her close by the back of her head, nestling her small face against his chest, and kneaded her plump buttocks through her denim jeans. The bright red beret bobbed hurriedly before his eyes.
"Misaki-senpai, your provocations are pushing me to my limit. Is this room okay?"
He pointed at one of the lit panels, and Misaki nodded without much thought. The wait for the elevator felt unbearably long. Kotaro wrapped his arm around Misaki's shoulders. She shrank away, grabbing him by the crotch. Once inside the elevator, Misaki unzipped his pants, slipped her hand inside, and began vigorously rubbing his erect penis through his boxer briefs. Her movements were far from seductive, urgent and desperate, as if begging, I need this now. Just imagining the brutal, obscene time to come threatened to burn his brain to a crisp.
The moment Kotaro entered the room and set down his bag, Misaki smoothly entwined herself around him.
"Mmm... mmm, nfuuh... nmmuuh..."
Her small tongue, coated in abundant saliva, slid sensuously against his skin. Her slender fingers burrowed into his hair, stroking it messily as if clinging to him. He casually removed his beret and placed it on the table, then stroked Misaki's hair. Soft strands carried the scent of fresh air from outside. The thought that they would soon be damp with sweat, emitting a lewd aroma, was almost unbearable.
"Ugh... ah, nnn... Kotaro, there... haaaaah..."
He caressed her delicate ears, admired the smooth curve of her nape, groped her slender waist that accentuated her alluring figure, and with both hands overlapped, gently tugged upward on her coccyx. Misaki's hips bucked, and a heated moan escaped from between their lips.
"Senior Misaki, you're giving me quite the look."
"Kotaro, your penis is getting pretty big too, you know..."
Misaki poked at the bulge in his pants, her innocent eyes curving into mischievous arcs. Her usual expressions were wide-ranging and vivid, but during sex, she relied less on dramatic facial contortions, instead conveying volumes with subtle shifts.
"Can I lick it...?"
Her cat-like eyes gleamed greedily. When he nodded, Misaki eagerly stripped Kotaro naked, her face alight with anticipation.
"Mmm... such a lewd smell..."
Leaving him in only his underwear, she knelt down, stretching the fabric taut over his erect penis, and buried her nose in it, inhaling deeply as if cherishing the scent. Her neatly shaped eyebrows softened into a tender curve, and her voluptuous body shivered.
Misaki lowered her panties. Her erect penis sprang out with force, slapping her lower abdomen with a wet sound.
"Look at all this pre-cum dripping... This is way too lewd," she whispered, as if making excuses, placing both hands at the base of her penis. She kissed the glans, sucking up the abundant pre-cum with audible slurps, her throat bobbing rhythmically.
"Mmmchup, mm, fuuu... lerk, chupi, hamu, nfuuu..."
As if savoring every inch of the male organ that would soon ravage her insides, she rained kisses from glans to base, licking it tenderly. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at the engorged veins, then she took it sideways into her mouth, sliding her lips lovingly back and forth.
"Senior Misaki really loves oral, doesn't she?"
Misaki twirled a long strand of her bangs around her finger, averting her gaze with a bashful smile as she began to suck on the glans.
"Mmm, chupi... Ah, that's... Because Kotaro always praises me, it makes me so happy..."
"You enjoy licking it even without my praise, don't you?"
"...Don't be mean, you idiot. Yes, I'd lick Kotaro's penis for hours and hours."
Misaki flicked her tongue back and forth, lapping at the glans, while her slender fingers playfully tugged at the pubes.
"Then next time, would you be okay with licking it for three hours straight while I have a vibrator inside me?"
"You'd probably end up crying 'Give me Kotaro's penis!' halfway through, so no way."
"I see..."
It was a confident declaration of defeat.
Misaki took the glans into her mouth, her moist lips tightening rhythmically around the glans, her tongue diligently and sensuously licking the underside. Gradually, she swallowed deeper, cheeks hollowing as she gazed up at me. The way she held the base of my shaft with both hands made it look almost like she was praying.
Smack, slurp... Ah, right.
Misaki seemed to have an idea, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Mmm... Mmm, mmmfufu~
After taking the glans into her mouth, she began untying her twin ponytails. Then, with her tongue wrapped around my shaft, she started taking off her cardigan.
Oh god, she's sucking me off while stripping...!
The obscenity of the idea made my head spin. Just as I was reeling, Misaki pulled her mouth away with a wet pop.
"...Damn it. I couldn't do it while taking off my sweater."
"Don't worry about it so much. It's incredibly erotic."
"Mm, right, right."
Misaki smiled happily and quickly removed her sweater.
"Ugh...?!"
My voice nearly cracked.
Misaki's bra was a black, sheer fabric with fashionable lace embroidery that attempted to conceal her breasts, but the material was so thin that most of her skin showed through.
"Heh heh, you're staring so intently! This part is especially naughty. Come on, take a closer look."
Flushing crimson, Misaki laughed provocatively and playfully pinched the fabric covering her nipple. The thin material had been doubled over, and when she pulled it aside, her pale pink nipple popped out like a little bud.
"U...wa...!"
The breasts I thought I knew so well now seemed utterly obscene. My un-touched cock sprang stiff and erect, and Misaki giggled wetly, "Oh, stop that..."
"May I touch you?"
I asked when she had exposed her other nipple.
"Mmm, still not ready. Even now, just licking Kotaro's penis is driving me wild. I'll come too soon and freeze up, and then you'll be pounding into me, fucking me senseless... Damn, I'm getting too worked up just talking about it..."
Misaki grimaced at the thick, taut shaft before her, then opened her mouth wide and took it in again.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."
After swallowing half of it, Misaki tried to pull down her jeans while still crouched, but her unstable position caused her to stumble backward.
"Misaki-senpai, careful!"
The moment Kotaro grabbed her slender shoulders, Misaki clamped her lips tightly around his penis. The sudden intense suction made an idiotic sound slip from his lips, and he burned with shame.
"Sorry, sorry. Thanks."
"Ugh... Why did you do that there?"
"Ah, no, Kotaro's penis is just so... sturdy, you know? It felt like grabbing a branch growing out of a cliff, so I just..."
"What a way to handle it..."
With a wry smile, I slipped my hand under Misaki's arm and helped her stand. Her smooth armpit was lightly damp with sweat.
"I should probably avoid doing anything clumsy... mmh... mmf..."
Misaki smiled wryly, sucking on Kotaro's nipple as she pulled off her jeans. The lace-trimmed panties, like her bra, barely concealed her lower abdomen, leaving most of her skin visible through the sheer fabric. When she turned around, the flimsy material clung to her rounded buttocks.
"Heh heh, it's structured just like the bra... See?"
Misaki's fingers flicked the thin fabric covering her crotch. The overlapping layers parted, revealing pale pink mucosa and pubic hair.
Misaki rested the middle fingers of both hands lightly on her collarbone. She flaunted her utterly lewd lingerie-clad body without reservation, licking her lips sensually.
"Well, Kotaro...?"
"Uh, well... you're incredibly sexy, and it's just... there's such a huge contrast with your usual cute and beautiful self, Misaki-senpai. Honestly, it's killing me to hold back from pushing you down right now."
"Heh-heh, I see, I see. And look how hard your penis is getting..."
Misaki gripped the thick shaft with both hands. The impossibly thick cock, too massive to be fully encircled by her slender fingers, strained fiercely, trying to buck off the probing digits.
"...Kotaro? Isn't this... really, really big? I don't think I can take this inside me..."
Misaki turned to me, looking bewildered. No wonder she's confused, I thought. My throbbing erection, still growing larger with each stroke of her hand, seemed to have room to swell even further.
"It's okay. Misaki-senpai, you're soaking wet down here."
"Ugh!"
He pushed his middle finger into her exposed flower, easily sinking to the root in her warm, slick flesh. Her plump body shuddered violently once, then began to spasm in small convulsions.
"See? You're already coming just from a finger. It's okay."
Still standing, Kotaro dropped to one knee, his finger squelching in her soft, honeyed flesh.
"Ah... Uah... Ugh... Auuu..."
Misaki's knees buckled, her love juice gushing out like a bucket with a hole in the bottom. She clutched at Kotaro's shoulders, curling up as if clinging for dear life. Without hesitation, he pinched her swollen nipple between his fingers while taking the other into his mouth.
"Nghiiii?! Ugh... Hnn... Ugh... K-Kotaro, no... This is too much... I'll lose it... I'll lose it... Nkuuuu...!"
He inserted his ring finger into her vaginal folds for another assault. He tormented her nipples, rubbing them with the pads of his fingers, pinching and twisting them, while the one he had taken into his mouth he gently bit and flicked with his tongue.
"Aah... Uuuu... Auuuuu..."
Her continuous moans began to take on a bestial quality. The overflowing love juice dripped down to Kotaro's elbow and pooled on the floor by Misaki's feet.
"Kotaro, no...! I'm coming, I'm coming, I swear...!"
Misaki's hands ruffled Kotaro's hair wildly. Her knees, drawn together, rubbed against each other, and the entrance to her vagina, where two fingers were still inserted, frothed white.
"...I think that's enough for now."
After a thorough round of foreplay, he finally released Misaki. She remained with Kotaro's head buried in her ample breasts, gasping for breath.
"K-Kotaro's Sadistic Glasses... Nmm... Huh?"
Misaki frowned sensually as the finger that had been twisted inside her was inserted into her mouth. But she quickly began sucking it with wet, lewd sounds, and when he tried to pull it out, she clung to it as if reluctant to let go.
He cradled her slender shoulders and settled her on the edge of the bed.
"Senior Misaki, shall we rest for a moment? Or..."
As he exposed his erection, hardened further by the caresses meant for his lover, Misaki sniffed the air, shivered, and then gently took hold of it with both hands.
"No... I want this penis..."
"Where do you want it?"
"I want it deepest inside me. Just having this inside me makes me come... but still, keep fucking me relentlessly, grinding against my deepest places, making me come over and over...?"
Every cell in my body trembled.
"Are you sure? You might pee or faint."
"Yes... it's okay. Don't worry about that. Just keep fucking me. Keep fucking me until your penis spurts out all its sperm... keep fucking me until you're completely drained..."
Misaki kissed the glans as if swearing her submission. A sweet pleasure shot through my urethra, and pre-cum gushed out with a wet squelch. Misaki blinked in surprise, then happily slurped up the clear fluid with a soft chup.