"Ugh...!"
Blindfolded, with her wrists bound above her head, Misaki writhes restlessly. Her loose hair tangles into eerie, snakelike coils on the pillow.
This... this reeks of taboo.
To restrain my lover, who is two sizes smaller than me, to strip her naked, and now to straddle her like this... Misaki's mature features usually diminish her childish appearance, but the blindfold has halved that effect. Her small face is mostly covered, making me feel like I'm doing something utterly forbidden.
"K-Kotaro...? You're really here...?"
"Yes, I'm here."
As Misaki's hips squirm, her soft breasts squish outward in a way that's unbearably lewd.
"Ngh...!"
When our thighs rub together, Misaki furrows her beautiful forehead and moans sensually.
"What's wrong?"
"S-s-something... it's even more... than before..."
"...More sensitive?"
"...Mmm."
Her restrained body shuddered, and she nodded faintly, like a child confessing to breaking a plate.
"So, Misaki-senpai, you really are a masochist, aren't you?"
"N-no... Eep!"
When I gently touched her collarbone with two fingers, a cute little squeak escaped her lips.
"If it tickles instead of feels good, just let me know."
"...And if I say it feels good?"
"Of course, I'll explore it thoroughly."
"Ugh..."
My nonchalant response made Misaki purse her thin lips and tremble slightly.
I slowly moved my fingers along her collarbone. First, I stroked the back of her neck, then her shoulder, and again along her shoulder blades, my fingers creeping across her skin.
"Ah, fah, ngh, hahuu, nffuu...!"
A soft, velvety sensation tickled my fingertips. Misaki tilted her head slightly from side to side, her body writhing restlessly, coiling and uncoiling. Her hips rose, brushing against my erect shaft.
"Ooh... Kotaro's 'balls' are so heavy..." she moaned in a voice that melted like honey. Her lower abdomen jiggled, her soft flesh slapping against my groin. The childish yet obscene way she said "balls" made my head spin.
I need to torment her more thoroughly.
Vowing this to myself, I slowly began moving my fingers again.
"Ugh... Huh?"
When I bypassed her breasts, Misaki let out a dazed sound. How cute.
Without speaking, I continued stroking her abdomen—and then...
"Ugh... What?!"
Misaki's body jerked violently.
"Senior Misaki? Does this feel good?"
As I asked, I gently rubbed her pale belly with both hands. Unlike her back, where tracing with my nails worked best, Misaki reacted more strongly to gentle strokes with the pads of my fingers.
"U-um... I like this... It feels so... mmh, it's giving me goosebumps..."
Her trembling lips parted slightly, her voice, tinged with sadistic pleasure, exposing her arousal.
"Where does it feel the best?"
"Ahh... Haaaaah... Ah, there, there, it feels so good... Haaah...!"
As Kotaro's finger reached just above her uterus, Misaki's voice grew even sweeter. Fine tremors rippled through her body—twitch, twitch, twitch. When he lifted her hips, a flood of honey juice spilled from the base of her thighs.
"Misaki-senpai, you get off on having your uterus stroked? You're such a pervert, a real pervert!"
"Ugh... Don't say that... Don't say it... Ah, ah, ah, no, stop, I'm gonna... I'm gonna lose it... Haaah... Yaaah... Nngh... Nngh... Nngh...!"
As I thoroughly stroked the area above her uterus, Misaki's hips began to twitch rhythmically. Her movements were both a plea for more stroking and a seductive urging for me to proceed further.
"Ah, ah, ah, Kotaro, no... please, I don't want this... it's so embarrassing... just touching my stomach like that... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... nnnghhhh..."
"Whoa...?"
The moment Misaki pursed her lips, her hips snapped upward with a sharp jerk. Her slick lower abdomen pressed firmly against the base of my penis and my scrotum. Fine tremors traveled through me as I gazed, entranced, at my lover's radiant form.
"...Ah, hnnngh... I... I came... eep!"
Another adorable shriek escaped when I brushed the outer edge of her breast.
"I've witnessed something truly exquisite. And I'm not stopping yet, you know."
"Ah, ah... Stop it..."
My fingers slowly crawled across the soft surface of her breasts. Her sensitivity was clearly heightened—probably due to the slight climax she'd experienced in her uterus earlier.
"Misaki-senpai, how does it feel right now?"
"Haa... Huh? Ah, umm... Your fingers, Kotaro, are stroking my breasts so gently... It's making them tingle so intensely..."
I didn't ask her to narrate it live, though.
As her reactions surpassed my expectations, I felt a thrill. Then, I pinched her pale pink, swollen nipple between my thumb and index finger.
"Uaahhh?! Ah, haaah! Uwaaaah...!"
"...Hn."
I thought I was just gently pinching her nipple, but Misaki's reaction was intense. Her hips shot up like a spring, and her inner thighs trembled violently where they rubbed together. I had been about to release my grip, but instead, I continued pulling upward on her nipple.
"Haaah! N-no, Kotaro, don't pull on my nipple... Ah, ah, ah..."
Instead of wincing in pain when I tightened my grip, Misaki let out even sweeter moans. Confused yet still vocalizing, she bit her lip and gasped again.
"Hiiiii... No, no, I can't... Nipple, stop twisting it... Ah, heah, aohhh..."
When I began circling her nipple with the pad of my finger, a faint bestial quality crept into Misaki's voice. She seemed unaware of the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, or perhaps she simply couldn't spare the attention to wipe it away.
"Does it feel good when I pull your nipple, Misaki-senpai?"
"Ugh... No... Don't do that..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Kuhiiiiin!"
Squeezing her nipple slightly harder, Misaki's body arched like a bow. A generous amount of love juice overflowed from her lower abdomen, drenching the sheets.
"Tell me, does it feel good or not? If you don't answer quickly, I'll keep doing this."
"Haaah... Yes... It feels good... So good..."
After she confessed honestly, I released her nipple and knelt beside her hip.
Gently pressing my middle finger against her vaginal opening, it slid effortlessly into her overly wet folds.
"Uah!"
Her voice cut off abruptly, replaced by horrifying spasms wracking her voluptuous body.
"Your insides are too wet, Misaki-senpai... Aren't you getting too aroused?"
"Ah... Ugh... Haaah..."
Misaki remained unresponsive to Kotaro's shame-inducing words, silently shaking her head from side to side and gritting her teeth. When he pressed the base of his middle finger against her vaginal wall, her plump hips began to twitch up and down as if she'd been electrocuted.
This might be too much...
He'd thought that blocking her vision and stoking her shame would make her more sensitive, but he hadn't anticipated this level of heightened arousal. He'd originally planned to take his time with the teasing, but now he decided to press his advantage.
"Ugh...? Ah, Kotaro's fingers... two of them...?!"
He pressed his index finger against her spasming vaginal opening, and it slid effortlessly inside. Despite the ease with which he entered her, her slick inner muscles clamped down on both fingers with all their might.
"Go ahead and climax as many times as you want, Misaki-senpai."
I thrust my fingers deep inside her, pushing against her soft, slick flesh. At the same time, my free hand strokes her smooth abdomen.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh..."
Misaki's small chin trembles violently, her hips jerking up and down. It feels like watching a lewd adult show. I can hear the wet, slurping sounds of my fingers stirring inside her, and thick strands of love juice drip from my wrist. The sweet-sour scent invades my nostrils, violating my brain. Lust and sadism mix together in a sticky mess, burning endlessly. I can't tell if Misaki is coming in waves or if she's been coming this whole time.
I can't take this anymore...
Seeing my lover panting so wantonly, I can't hold back.
"Huh...?"
When I pull my two fingers out of her, Misaki lets out a dazed moan, her body twitching in fine spasms. Her hips jerk back and forth as if asking, "Why did you stop?" The sensation sends shivers down my spine. My fingers are coated in a sticky, white fluid—her genuine arousal.
"Senior Misaki. I'm going in now."
As her limp legs were spread apart, Misaki let out a weak gasp: "Hin..."
"Kotaro... If you do this now, it'll be really bad, right? Do you understand?"
"Yes. I want to utterly wreck you, Misaki-senpai."
"Ugh..."
The frighteningly erect cock rubbed against her swollen labia. Pre-cum and love juice mixed together in a sticky pool, like a drooling dog waiting to be fed.
"...I won't show you any mercy."
The whispered words made Misaki flinch.
*****
When the thick shaft pressed against her pinkish vaginal opening, it emitted a lewd squelch. He pushed in just a little—so shallowly that he worried he might not fit—and the thick cock was effortlessly swallowed to the root by the tiny opening.
"Ooooh..."
"Haaah...!"
The intense pleasure made Kotaro arch his back, while Misaki arched her body like a bow.
(Hot...?!)
Kotaro had thought he'd gotten used to Misaki's insides, but now they felt like a completely different person's—seething hot. Her boiling vaginal flesh greedily devoured his invading manhood.
"Aah... Don't... Kotaro, don't move... Don't... rub your penis against me...!"
"Guh...?! I'm not moving! Misaki-senpai is... Ugh...!"
Blindfolded, Misaki shook her head vigorously, her hips writhing slickly. Her lover's pubis ground against her, and a flood of pre-cum spilled inside her.
"Ahh... Kotaro's soup... so much... It's so slippery... so slick..."
Misaki's small chin trembled as she thrust her hips rhythmically. Despite having climaxed several—perhaps even dozens of times—her movements still carried a hint of composure.
"This...!"
Frustrated by her resilience, he gripped her plump hips and abruptly accelerated his thrusts.
"Uwaaaah?! Ah, kaah, haguu, uwaahhh!!"
Her cries sounded like she was being violently assaulted. Yet the clench of her vaginal muscles remained relentlessly intense and clingy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...
The wet, flesh-on-flesh sounds assaulted his ears, stoking his depravity and igniting his sadistic desires.
"Kah... Heah... Haaauuu... Ah... Haaaah... No... Don't... Really, don't..."
"Ugh...?!"
Misaki suddenly raised her left leg and twisted her body 90 degrees to face left. Since I was still inside her, it startled me.
"No... No... Really, stop..."
Misaki thrashed wildly, nearly breaking our connection. Her full breasts, drawn close together, squished and flattened.
Which is it...?!
I was ready to stop if she was truly resisting, but even as Misaki tried to pull away, her vaginal muscles clamped down on me, slick and clinging.
"Let me fuck you properly...!"
I pinned down her hip and left knee, immobilizing her sideways, and resumed thrusting.
"Hiiin?! Higuh... Haaauu... No... This... No, ah... Aaaaah... Aaaaaah..."
Misaki's plump buttocks spasmed with frightening intensity. Her hair flew wildly about her face, and her small feet kicked feebly. Like a burst water pipe, her love juice gushed out in spurts, pshh, pshh.
This... this feels too good...!
Misaki, curled tightly into a fetal position, her vagina was tighter than usual. Her reactions—her desperate struggles, her pained cries—made it feel as if she were being brutally violated, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Just as the urge to ejaculate began to swell, I realized Misaki had stopped resisting almost completely.
"Ah...?"
I grabbed her slender left ankle and flipped her back into the missionary position. Misaki let out a dazed whimper as her lower abdomen began to tremble.
"I won't stop until I come," I declared bluntly, grabbing the back of her knees and forcing them apart. Amid her Hiiin...?! shriek, I drove my cock diagonally downward into her.
"Aaaaaah?! Higuh, eep! Stop it, ah, aaaaah!!"
The intense thrusts elicited bestial moans from her slender throat. She instinctively stretched her bound hands to stop Kotaro, but there was no turning back now.
"Misaki-senpai, let yourself feel even better... mmn..."
With each forceful thrust, deep wrinkles furrowed her sweaty forehead.
"Higuu, no, no more, I'm coming, I'm coming! Aah, aah, aaaaah..."
Her thin lips moved restlessly as she exposed her entire shame. Gripping her knees for entry, the obscene junction was clearly visible. Thick pubes clung to her skin, soaked with overflowing love juice. With each thrust, her vulgar flower petals curled obscenely. And there—half-covered, twitching—the clitoris, a bundle of sexual nerves.
"...I'm going to change positions a little."
"Huh...? Ah...!"
He released her knees, placed his left hand on her waist, and gently peeled back the hood of her clitoris with his right hand.
Before she could even speak, he thrust his entire length into her, simultaneously pressing down on her clitoris with his thumb.
"Ah—!"
Misaki's hips bucked violently before she could even scream. A flood of wetness gushed into her, and her muscles clenched down on him with terrifying force.
"Misaki-senpai, Misaki-senpai...!"
Her pussy, half-open and spasming like a broken machine, was filled with every ounce of his depravity.
"Haaah, ah, ahggh, haaaaah, haaaaah!"
Misaki's hips shook uncontrollably, not in sync with his thrusts, but the erratic movements only intensified the pleasure.
A thick, white fluid surged sluggishly from deep within her lower abdomen.
Veins bulged on her neck. She clenched her teeth. Her inner thighs tensed.
"Misaki-senpai, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming...!"
With a final, forceful thrust, he kissed her cervix through the glans, and a torrent of love juice spilled forth.
"Ahhhhh... Haa, so hot, Kotaro... Senpai... Haaaaaah, nnnngh...!"
Misaki's entire body convulsed violently. Her vaginal muscles writhed, clenching rhythmically from base to depths, guiding him inward.
"Ugh...! M-Misaki-senpai, that's too much...!"
"Haaaaah, ahahaaaaa...!"
Whether she was listening to Kotaro's voice or not, Misaki wore a weak, dopey smile as she hungrily devoured his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against him with shameless abandon, her movements so greedy it was as if she wanted to devour his very soul and gnaw the empty husk to nothing. Kotaro was immersed in a horrifyingly pleasurable sensation.
"Hah... hah... hah... haaaaah..."
The pulsations of his orgasm had finally subsided, but even then, her vaginal muscles continued to ripple and writhe.
Misaki-senpai is more energetic than I expected...
After reaching climax so intensely, she should have been drained beyond Kotaro, yet she seemed to grow stronger the more she was "tormented." Truly fearsome, this masochistic senpai.
Well, I'm exhausted too...
Just as I was about to suggest a break, Misaki, still wrapped around Kotaro's waist, began to sway her hips lazily.
"Senior Misaki?"
"..."
She turned her face away abruptly. The sight of her pretending ignorance with her eyes covered was rather surreal.
"...Understood. I'll torment you some more, but let's change positions first," I whispered, gently stroking her clitoris.
"Kyaaah?! Ah... haaaaah... Y-yes, I get it...!"
Love juice dripped from her as she wore a soft, pliant smile.