Hitomi was in the school badminton club. Every evening after classes, she practiced with her teammates in the gym. Kenta loved dropping by to watch—especially on sunny days when the light made her sweat glisten like diamonds.
Her pale skin shimmered with perspiration, damp hair clinging to her face, lips red and panting. Kenta sat quietly on the sidelines bench, cheering her on in silence. Even in a tight black sports bra, her H-cup breasts bounced wildly with every swing, jiggling hypnotically. Sweat poured down her deep cleavage.
Her pale pink nipples poked visibly through the thin fabric—sometimes the shirt got so soaked the outline was crystal clear. Blood rushed to Kenta's cock every time, but he forced himself to look away so her clubmates wouldn't notice.
He wanted to drag her into his arms right there—kiss her hard, tongues tangling, then haul her into the storage room, pin her to the floor, and fuck her until she screamed.
Unlike team sports like volleyball, here he could focus solely on her. He imagined her moaning softly beneath him, just like in the school restroom: "Aaah… Kenta…" echoing in his head. But this was public—he had to control himself.
Better than swimming, at least. If she swam, she'd be in a tight one-piece, tits bulging, water streaming down her body, nipples stiff against wet fabric, pussy mound outlined. Kenta didn't want other guys seeing that. He was glad she picked badminton.
Truth be told, as her boyfriend, Kenta didn't want any guy seeing her body—especially drenched in sweat, shirt clinging, revealing every curve: bouncing tits, deep cleavage, round hips twitching as she ran.
He got jealous enough to want to yank her out of the gym, take her to a hotel, and fuck her all night. But he respected her hobby.
The badminton club was heading to a two-day, one-night training camp starting tomorrow morning. The bus left at 5 a.m. Hitomi would be gone two full days. Kenta thought about how lonely it'd be—but happy she'd improve.
"Sorry, Kenta… no date this weekend. But I'll text you tonight."
"If we don't hang out this weekend, it'll suck. Guess I'll just game at home."
"Yeah… just don't get too close to other girls while I'm gone, okay?"
Hitomi pouted, eyes teary. She was loving and devoted—loved being held tight during sex, moaning his name loud. But she was insanely jealous. Hated him talking to other girls, even at cheer events.
Sometimes she'd glance up at him in the stands with possessive, worried eyes—like she feared someone would steal him.
Kenta smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Promise."
In his mind: her soft body.
Oh—and to avoid phone checks, Kenta changed Honami's contact from "Hitomi's Mom" to "Takahashi from the next school over". He deleted call logs and chats every time.
He didn't want Hitomi suspicious. She was jealous—if she saw her mom's name, she'd ask. He hadn't told anyone he knew Honami was Wakamura Honami, the AV star. The secret was his alone.
He felt a twinge of guilt contacting Honami—but she messaged constantly. Teasing texts that got him hard instantly.
"Miss my J-cups?"
"Shot a new scene today—triple penetration."
Kenta read and his cock stiffened. Some nights he jerked off to those texts, imagining her moaning in his ear.
They'd started having sex at Hitomi's house occasionally.
Uh… almost every day.
No more public restrooms. Some afternoons after school, weekends, or 1 p.m. when Honami was "at work." Kenta sneaked over while she was out.
Honami always left as promised, texting:
"Gone. Have fun~"
With a sexy selfie—short dress showing cleavage, or thin nightie with nipples visible. So Kenta hadn't seen her in person since that first day.
Today they fucked on Hitomi's bed—soft, scented with her perfume. Pink sheets still damp from last time, faint cum stains on the pillow.
She wore the sexy nurse outfit he requested: low-cut top spilling cleavage, micro-skirt flashing white lace panties. Kenta pushed her down, kissing fiercely—tongues swirling, saliva dripping. Hands kneaded her H-cup tits, pinching stiff nipples until she screamed.
"Aaah… Kenta… my nipples feel so good…"
His hand slid lower, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy—middle and ring finger together, swirling inside the tight, hot grip.
"Hitomi… you're dripping…"
"Because I missed you…"
Juices coated his fingers. His thumb circled her swollen clit. Hitomi arched, moaning louder, hips twitching. Kenta sucked her nipple hard—she clawed his back, drawing tiny beads of blood. The sting only made him harder.
He peeled off her panties—pink, glistening pussy, juices running down her thighs. He licked from bottom to top, tongue swirling her clit. Hitomi screamed.
"Aaah… Kenta… you lick so good… I'm gonna die…"
He ate her out for minutes—tongue plunging into her warm hole, tasting sweet nectar. Hands squeezed her thighs, pulling her closer. Hitomi gripped his hair, grinding against his face. Juices flooded his mouth—she moaned louder and louder.
"Aaah… Kenta… don't stop… my pussy feels insane… I'm cumming…"
He sped up, sucking her clit gently between licks. Hitomi convulsed—first orgasm, juices squirting across his face. She screamed, panting.
Then she flipped over, kneeling to suck his cock. Mouth wide, taking the hot shaft deep—down her throat. Saliva poured down the base, tongue swirling the head, cheeks hollow from suction.
"Aaah… Hitomi… you suck so good… feels incredible…"
She blew him for minutes—hand stroking the base, tongue circling, lightly sucking his balls. Kenta groaned, gently holding her hair. Pre-cum dripped into her mouth. She tried deep-throating but couldn't quite manage. Kenta was close but stopped her.
"Enough, Hitomi… I'll cum too soon…"
He slammed into her soaked pussy—fast, hard. Flesh slapped loud, juices flooding the sheets. Hitomi arched to meet every thrust, pussy clenching tight. Kenta squeezed her round ass, thumb pressing her asshole lightly. She moaned louder.
"Aaah… harder, Kenta… fuck me hard…"
He flipped her on top—she rode him wildly, tits bouncing. Kenta sucked her nipples again, hands squeezing both breasts. She rode faster, pussy gripping, juices dripping down his shaft. Kenta felt it coming.
"Aaah… Kenta… I'm cumming…"
"Cum with me, Hitomi…"
They climaxed together—his cum flooding her pussy, her juices squirting everywhere. She clung to him, screaming his name, body shaking. Kenta gently sucked her nipple to prolong the bliss. Cum leaked out—he plugged it with his cock, thrusting lightly a few more times.
"I love you, Hitomi…"
"I love you too, Kenta…"
About to leave, Kenta wiped her tears with his fingers, kissing her deeply at the door—tongues tangling. Today Hitomi was extra eager, reluctant to let him go. She even let him fuck her in the nurse outfit again. She hugged him tight before releasing.
"Don't forget me…"
Kenta smiled and nodded.
"Have fun at camp."
That night, back in his room, Kenta lay on his bed—still feeling Hitomi's warmth, her faint perfume on his shirt, the taste of her lips. He grinned, replaying the afternoon: her tight, warm pussy gripping him, her moans echoing.
He stroked himself lightly, planning one more jerk-off session. Then—BZZT.
Phone vibrated.
Screen: "Takahashi"
Kenta knew: Honami. Heart racing, he sat up and answered—hand trembling.
"Good evening, Kenta-kun. Quick question—are you free this weekend? Hitomi-chan leaves for camp tomorrow morning, so I figured you'd be."
"Oh, yeah… no special plans."
"Perfect. I've been lonely since we last met. If you don't mind… come to my place?"
Kenta's heart pounded. This sexy woman—J-cup tits from the videos, body fucked in every position—inviting a horny guy to her house…
He wasn't stupid. He knew what it meant. Just imagining her naked, J-cups jiggling, pussy dripping, waiting for his cock—Kenta swallowed hard. His dick stiffened in his pants. He stroked lightly to ease the tension.
"Uh, well…"
"Want me to be more direct?"
"Uh…"
"Fine—I'll spell it out. I'm worried my daughter can't fully satisfy her boyfriend's needs. Anything you want that Hitomi can't or won't do? I'll do it for you. I'm an AV actress—I'm down for anything.
So yes, shove your bare cock inside me and cum wherever. Let me be clearer: I can't wait to fuck my daughter's boyfriend's dick."
Kenta's head spun. He expected it—but her words were so direct, so fast, hitting him right in the groin. Cock rock-hard, pre-cum soaking his underwear. He stroked without thinking, imagining her moaning on the line.
"Hey, Kenta-kun… are you jerking off right now, thinking about fucking an AV star? This is your chance to fuck a real one. Just say 'I'll come' and you'll have Wakamura Honami all to yourself for two days—as your personal cum-dump or human sex toy."
"…Uh, would deep throat be okay?"
(Deep throat: taking cock all the way down the throat, no gagging, extreme pleasure—common in porn, requires training.)
Kenta blurted it out, shocked at himself. But Honami's voice turned sultry, breath hot and moaning softly.
"Of course. Use my mouth like a fleshlight. Cum inside me, on my face, fuck me without cleaning up. I'm prepped for anal too—use it whenever you want."
Hitomi was great at blowjobs—and just days ago, in the shower, she'd even licked his ass a little. Her soft tongue circling his hole until he moaned:
"Aaah… Hitomi… feels so good…"
She blushed but kept going. But Kenta hesitated to ask for deep throat—afraid she'd choke. But Honami…
He pictured her kneeling, J-cups bouncing, mouth wide, taking him to the hilt. Saliva dripping, eyes lust-drunk. Just the thought—he was close to cumming. Pre-cum soaked his hand as he stroked during the call.
"…Y-Yeah, okay."
"We won't tell Hitomi. She'll be on the bus tomorrow morning. Oh—and no need to wash your cock. I'll be waiting."
Call ended. Kenta tossed the phone on the bed, staring at the ceiling—heart racing, unable to sleep.
This had gone too far…
He never imagined this: from a normal girlfriend to dating an AV star's daughter…
…and now about to fuck the mom.
No matter how he framed it—this was cheating.
Guilt gnawed at him. He pictured Hitomi's smile and felt worse.
But…
He was trapped by his obsession with Wakamura Honami—his idol.
He opened her favorite clip: the triple-penetration one. Jerked off in rhythm—cum spraying the screen.
Then thought about tomorrow: fucking her for real.
Kenta silently apologized to Hitomi, texting her normally:
"Good night, Hitomi."
Then watched Honami's AV again before forcing himself to sleep—thrilled beyond words.
He dreamed of Honami moaning his name…
…and Hitomi crying.