Disclaimer: Gotoubun no Hanayome doesn't belong to me, nor its characters.
Nino Nakano was not ready.
It was supposed to be a normal day, spending the afternoon studying with Fuutarou while enjoying each other's company. Truth be told, there was no need for them to study at all, because they all just got through the midterm exams a few days ago and they deserved a break.
To say that they passed all of the exams would be ridiculous but even so, they managed to pass one subject each that when Maruo Nakano had called Fuutarou to ask for the girls' test scores, Nino went ahead and said that they all passed, allowing her boyfriend to continue being their tutor for now.
Three of the other quintuplets were out celebrating their hard work so far, while two were left at the Pentagon. Only one of them was willing to continue studying with Fuutarou despite him being more considerate about tutoring today. These girls were doing their best, so it's only right that he lets them rest for the day but at the same time, if they wanted to continue studying, then they're completely free to join him.
Back to the present, as far as mental lapses went for someone like Nino, this was something different. In school, suffering one could throw her out of the loop of a teacher's discussion. But right now, it wasn't her fault — not now at least. It was the wrong place and the wrong time, and she had no expectation that something was going to happen to her. No sensible person would.
So, naturally, when she suddenly felt Fuutarou's slim fingers press against the front of her shorts and touch her soft, smooth pussy through the thin fabric, it came as a great shock. He would never do this, as she knew that he was completely serious when it came to academics. It's the reason why she never attempted to do anything related to sex while they were studying — most of the time, at least — but right now, he was doing it on his own.
Glancing sideways towards the young tutor sitting next to her, Nino's cheeks rapidly colored with a hot red blush. Fuutarou was still reading a printed copy of a lesson regarding algebra, eyes on the paper and not paying the slightest attention to her even though he had placed his hand right over her most sensitive and dangerous spot where it couldn't be ignored. At once, Nino felt both annoyed by the pure insolence of the move — to touch her THERE of all places! — and thoroughly impressed by Fuutarou's boldness.
"He can't be serious," she thought hotly. No way he wants to do something now. He's always so focused on studying and academics that she respected that part of him enough to take their tutoring sessions seriously and not do anything 'funny' during them.
Is it because they were just finished with midterms and they didn't have to study hard right away? Is it because he was just horny and wanted to fuck her right now? If they had been alone it would have been different, but while the two sat with a bunch of printed modules at the table, the first quint who was seeking to become an actress one day leaned back on the couch that was just in front of them. Ichika Nakano had her attention fixed to her phone. Too close for comfort, as far as Nino was concerned. A full minute went by. Fuutarou still didn't look at Nino or said anything. He talked with his hand instead.
Nino quickly bit her lip to keep herself silent as teasing fingertips began slowly moving up and down her cotton-clad slit, hidden beneath the table's wooden rim, just barely out of sight. Ichika only had to turn her head and she'd see…
"Do you understand this problem?" Fuutarou said finally. He scooted closer and leaned closer to her, partially blocking Ichika's line of sight. "Can you solve it, Nino?"
Nino didn't say anything and only nodded, keeping her grip on her lower lip. Her face felt hot, and the fold between her legs even hotter. She didn't dare to make a sound. She flicked her eyes to Ichika, watching her for a moment, then looked down at where Fuutarou was pointing on the notebook. Just as she did, his finger ran up the length of her slit, applying gentle pressure along the way, until it found her clit.
"Oh god," she thought, closing her eyes against the pleasant surge. "He's doing this right in front of Ichika. She can just… she…"
"Here." Fuutarou pointed to the page where he'd written down a problem. "Try solving it." His finger kept stroking her as he spoke, making a gentle circle around her hardened love button. It didn't take long before she felt her shorts become damp as her pussy grew wet from his intimate touch.
Nino nodded again. She saw the problem, but her brain was otherwise occupied and didn't understand it. The fog of lust was falling on her fast, as it always did when the Fuutarou took the initiative with her body, and her neurons had better things to concern themselves with than math. She could think of cumming or she could solve for X. She couldn't do both.
"It's…" she managed, her voice low and husky, "It's good. Ah…" His finger scraped her clit again then slid down her slit, the cloth separating them now thoroughly soaked. "Mgghh~"
Turning his head, Fuutarou whispered into her ear, "Put your hands on the table."
"W-What's gotten into you?" Nino moaned. She placed both her hands on the table, clenched into fists.
Fuutarou didn't answer. Not with words, anyway. His fingers did the talking. He stroked her gently, almost absently, his eyes still on the notebook. Nino's own gaze shifted from him to Ichika as her mind filled with dread and… possibilities.
"Damn, this is making me so horny," she thought, choking back a moan when he teased a particularly sensitive spot right at the center of her drooling labia. Her heart was pounding. It wouldn't be long now before she couldn't take it anymore. Then she would have to beg for him to give it to her. But she couldn't do that with Ichika there.
Nino felt trapped. If anything, that only added to her arousal. It wasn't that different than being handcuffed to a bed or getting paraded on a collar and leash. It was simply another kind of bondage. As Fuutarou's fingers continued their touching, outlining her throbbing vulva, dancing from clit to slit over damp cotton, an intense heat began spreading up and out from her burning sex. Then Fuutarou went lower, cupping his hand fully to her soft and puffy genitals, grinding the heel of his palm against her.
"GGhh—" Gritting her teeth, the teen redhead shivered. Her eyes began to water as she struggled mightily for control of her lewd body, her heart beating almost as fast as the pulse of her rising passion. "F-Fuu-kun… Ichika will…"
Still remaining silent, the young tutor picked up a pencil and wrote on the notebook. 'Get up and go to the bathroom. Wait for me there. Don't touch yourself.'
Nino nodded furiously to signal she understood. As she went to get on her feet, Ichika finally turned her head and her eyes met Nino's.
The first sister frowned. "Nino, are you alright?" she said, looking genuinely concerned instead of her usual demeanor. "Your face is all red."
"I…" Nino froze, her mind suddenly terrified that the wet spot at the front of her dark blue shorts might be visible. She could feel the cloth clinging to her, and struggled to stop herself from looking down. Keeping Ichika's gaze, she ever so slowly moved her hand just enough that it would block her crotch. "It-It's nothing. I just think I might be coming down with a cold."
Her heart was going mad as she spoke the lie, but surprisingly her fear did little to douse the arousal that Fuutarou's eagerness had stirred up within her loins.
"Well, do you want Onee-san to help?" Ichika added helpfully. "I could take your temperature?"
"N-No, no it's fine!" Nino stammered. Her embarrassment only grew, which she tried to hide by reverting to her tsundere responses. "M-Mind your own business!"
"I'm just saying, I'm here if you need me," Ichika added with a nervous smile, wondering why her sister was ticked off. "It's nothing to get upset over."
"I'm not!" With those words, Nino pounded her feet as she stormed from the living room, out of sight. She went into the bathroom just like Fuutarou had told her, slamming the door behind her before finally catching her breath.
Now in private and worked up in more ways than one, Nino quickly found her hand blazing a trail towards the gap between her legs without any conscious command. Her shorts were so thoroughly soaked when she touched herself that the moisture was starting to drip down her creamy thighs. She squeezed them together, throwing her head back, moaning.
Her fingers soon resumed what Fuutarou's had started, filling her with bliss. It had been two days since her last orgasm, which Fuutarou had delivered just after midterms and she was forced to spend the rest of the day with soiled panties — he had not cum inside her that time, but actually pulled out at the last moment and fired into the panties she'd had stretched tautly between her knees. The memory was enough to drive Nino wild.
"I'm such a pervert," the proud girl chided herself, as she often did despite everything. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that things would end up like they had, even if she had written her diary with the intention of letting Fuutarou find it. Even though it was how she really felt. There was a great deal of difference in fantasizing about something you thought you wanted and actually seeing it come true. And Fuutarou… he had surprised her. In more ways than one.
Talk about never thinking something was possible. He had certainly fulfilled her expectations — more that she ever imagined he would. For once, something in her life had gone well for her. For once, someone had done what she wanted. The shame and embarrassment was still there, sure. Nudity and sex and her willing submission of her pride and body to a BOY were utterly humiliating, but… all of that also filled her with a sense of completeness few things ever had. That Fuutarou did it with her… that he shared his body and allowed her to share hers… it was more special than merely the joining of their private parts.
When she was with Fuutarou, when they did these perverted things, she felt like she was not alone. And not just physically, but almost spiritually. When he played with her, there was no loneliness.
That was why Nino knew she had come to like him. Love him, even. Truly. He was the only one whom she was willing to give herself to and not once did he think bad about her nor regarding her fantasies. Nino knew she was drawn to him since they met, and that was why she said yes to him after he had asked. She would be dumb not to. Sure, they didn't start off on good terms but like every other couple out there, they got over it and now they were almost inseparable.
Leveraging all her willpower to force the more umimportant things out of her mind, Nino tugged the waistband of her shorts and sent her hand down inside them, touching her hot, wet pussy directly. A surge traveled up her spine, so strong it made her claw at the bathroom floor with her toes. Her fingers wasted no time pushing the seal between her labia, penetrating that sweet, honey box which a lot of boys in school dreamed about and only one had claimed.
"Fuu-kun~" she hissed through clenched teeth, leaning back against the wall as she played with herself. "Come on. I'm waiting. Ohhh! Ahhh! T-That's so GOOD!"
As if invited by her desire, there was a knock on the door, barely two feet away from her.
"Nino?"
Nino spun, seized the door handle and janked the door open, a hand still firmly tucked down in her shorts. "About damn time, you idiot!"
There was only one problem — it wasn't Fuutarou standing there. Well, he was. Behind Ichika, who looked at her stunned surprise. Nino just stared, suddenly standing perfectly still as if that would pevent her sister from seeing her. Her brain seemed to lock up. Then she saw Ichika's eyes roll slowly downwards and focus on her crotch, where Nino's hand made a bulge in her wet shorts.
"Ah, Nino-chan, if you needed a break, you should have just said so," Ichika teased with a knowing smile, while also moving her body so that it would block her sister from Fuutarou's eyes. "You're a healthy young girl like me. It's only natural."
Nino continued staring, knowing she'd been literally caught red-handed. Behind Ichika, Fuutarou was blushing furiously. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. Nino had to look behind her sister to read his lips. "I tried stopping her," he said silently.
Maybe he did. Or maybe he didn't. After a long moment, Nino finally extracted her hand from her shorts, fingers wet with her clear juices glistening in the light, clutched her arms to her chest and wailed so loudly that even Ichika had to cover her ears.
"PEERRVEEERRTTSS! LEAVE ME ALONNNEEE!"
The second quint did the only thing she could at that point.
She ran.
It was twenty minutes later when Ichika came around again and knocked on Nino's bedroom door. The redhead had been lying in her mattress, hugging her pillow to her chest, and hoping that she could somehow swallow the hot sense of shame she felt at being caught masturbating by her own sister.
"Nino, come on, there's no need to be so upset," Ichika said through the small opening at the door. "You were making weird noises when I went into the kitchen for drink. I just thought something might be wrong. I should have known better. I'm sorry that Fuutarou-kun saw."
"Go away!" Nino screeched. She pushed herself up and threw the pillow at the door. "Leave me alone right now!"
"I'm sorry!" Ichika replied, truly regretting her actions before she quickly tried to lighten up the situation. "Soooo, this means you're not sick then?"
Nino wanted to scream some more, but instead she slammed her fists repeatedly against the bed. Then she screamed.
"Go away! Leave me alone, Ichika!"
Ichika only sighed before she gave her sister what she wanted, closing the door and walking away. She knew what it was like, having a little 'personal time' and she did it a few times herself, whenever she was feeling stressed or frustrated. But Nino wasn't like her. It would probably take a few hours for her to calm down, maybe she can apologize more properly by then.
Nino dove into her bed with a long, deep sigh. She hated this. Her day was ruined, to say nothing of her orgasm. She'd be lucky if Fuutarou could even look at her now after what happened, much less do the things she wanted. It was too embarrassing. And Ichika… Nino was sure she'd called out her boyfriend's name. She must suspect something, and if she did it, would only be a matter of time before outside factors could pull them apart.
Should that happen… Nino didn't know what she would do. She didn't want her boyfriend to be away from her, as she was sure he would be. She also didn't want Ichika to find out, or any of her sisters. She didn't want anyone to find out. It was hard enough to push her pride down into the deep and dark corners of her mind so she could allow herself to do these things when no one but her and Fuutarou knew, although just being with him and being assured that he was with her despite her perverted fantasies was enough to make her feel content.
If anyone ever discovered their secret, it would be over. Not only would her pride be shattered completely, but she might be forced to be separated from Fuutarou, which is exactly something that her father would do if he found out. She dreaded that possibility, and she didn't want it to happen.
Now she realized why Fuutarou didn't want her sisters to know about them yet. As much as possible, their relationship has to be kept secret for now, or it'll be over for them.
"Dammit," the redhead murmured. She rolled onto her back and stared towards the ceiling. "That was too close."
She didn't know how long she stayed like that. Eventually, there was another knock on her door. Nino grimaced with annoyance. Kicking her feet in front of her, she sat abruptly, her hair flying around her shoulders.
"Ichika, I told you to—"
"It's me," Fuutarou said, opening the door but not going inside. "Can I come in?"
Nino was not in a forgiving mood. "Not until you tell me how you intend to make this up to me. It was your fault after all."
"I tried to stop her," Fuutarou repeated, respecting her wish and staying outside of her room. "I told you not to play yourself, didn't I? Plus, I didn't realize you were making so much noise."
"I wasn't!" Nino protested, her face becoming hot.
"Nino, when I went to get some water from the fridge with Ichika, I could hear you."
The redhead had no retort to that. Instead, she decided to call his bluff. She crossed her arms, but when she went to do the same with her legs, it was too sticky and uncomfortable, and hot. "Fine. What's my punishment?"
"What?" he said, looking surprised.
"You heard me. I disobeyed. That means I should be punished. And you should decide what that punishment is. Or what, you'd pass up the chance to spank me?" Despite being the one who was mostly at fault here, Nino sent her a boyfriend a challenging smirk, as if she was daring him to punish her right now.
Fuutarou took a moment to think about it. "Alright. Thirty. I think that'll be fair. It won't be a spanking, though. With the paddle." Before Nino could wonder how he'd arrived at that number being 'fair' — and with the paddle, no less — he added, "But not today." There was a short pause. He slid her diary underneath her door. "Here. To make it up to you, I'll let you choose."
Nino rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to the door. "So you admit it was your fault?"
"It's a compromise," Fuutarou said. "I know you like it when we do things in secret. It's more thrilling that way, right? But you still wouldn't have been caught if you just listened."
"Ichika was right there, idiot. Almost being caught is hot. Almost. That's the important part." Nino picked up the diary and began going through the pages. She still didn't let him in. "Okay. I'll find something and get you downstairs once Ichika is gone. Got it?"
"Got it."
Two hours.
It took TWO fucking hours for Ichika to get ready and leave for work, going through a long bath, spending an hour in her room to apply her makeup and choosing what to wear, then having a quick snack. Nino watched her closely from her room, who only got more and more frustrated as the first quint took her time.
Over and over for what was actually the 54th time, Nino looked at her clock, her fingers itching to touch herself as much as other parts of her body, but she had to hold it in. She couldn't make that same mistake again. When she finally saw Ichika bid farewell to Fuutarou and leave their home, Nino made her move.
She jumped to her feet and took off down the staircase, diary in hand, feeling so horny and frustrated that she actually regretted not letting Fuutarou come into her room earlier. Screw the diary, she was ready to yell at him. And screw her instead! Anywhere, anyway, in any position, for however long. Even if studying was absolutely necessary, fuck that. Her pleasure was a thousand times more important than a bunch of numbers (mental note not to tell her boyfriend about that or her poor ass will get destroyed).
She didn't bother calling out for his name. He was just reading through a bunch of test papers as she approached him. Fuutarou had noticed her presence from behind him and raised his hand before she could do anything. He then proceeded to arrange his stuff neatly so that when he returns, they won't be unorganized before he stood up and faced her.
"She's gone, but we may not have much time on our own. Itsuki might be heading home soon with Miku and Yotsuba."
As if those words had passed through her, Nino instantly grabbed Fuutarou's hand and led him up to her room. "Good enough for me. Come on, I want to get started right away," Nino said, some of her frustration leaking into her voice.
As they went inside, she made him sit on the bed before closing the door and locking it. With that, she walked towards him while having a look of immense relief on her face. "Finally! Today was really not the day for this, Fuu-kun, but you just had to go and put your hand on my—"
Fuutarou had enough sense to seem ashamed. Unfortunately, he had misinterpreted the look on her face and thought his girlfriend was angry with him. "Look, I know I put you in danger. I'm sorry. I—"
"Oh please," Nino snapped, cutting him off before he could say anything else. "I wasn't in danger. Yeah, it was humiliating. But it's just Ichika. She wasn't going to DO anything to me. At most, she'd just tease me endlessly like what you saw earlier. She's not gonna warm my butt like a certain someone."
A flush rushed to his cheeks that he tried to hide, which made him look terribly cute, which only added to how hot he looked in Nino's opinion. "If Ichika finds out we are doing this, there could be trouble."
"Maybe I'll care in the morning. I'm just too annoyed right now. My body needs relief, and only you can provide it." With a sultry smile, Nino placed a hand on his thigh and set the diary in his lap. "Page eighty-seven, please."
He nodded, looked down and opened the diary to the indicated page.
"Your butt?" Fuutarou said after reading a moment.
"My butt," Nino repeated. "Don't think I've forgotten what you did with my panties during the night when we went for a walk, and your idea of paddling me really got me thinking about that part of my body. And… well, I've been wondering how it would feel if we… " She trailed off, looking suddenly embarrassed.
Fuutarou placed the diary back in her hands, as he discarded his jacket and shirt. "Okay. Read it."
"Huh?" Nino frowned. "You just did."
"I want to hear the words from your own mouth, and I want you to hear them, too," he said, standing up and then leaning towards her, his lips filling her vision. His hand moved up, gently taking ahold of her shoulder.
Before diving in as she knew he wanted — and as she wanted herself — Nino pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor at her feet. Fuutarou smiled when he saw her breasts, nipples about as stiff as the growing erection in his pants. Only after he'd had a moment to admire her perfect form and alluring girlish nudity, did Nino tilt her head and press her lips against his.
As their mouths met and their tongues smeared saliva on each other, Nino felt her frustration drain. "This is way better," she thought, and it only got even better when Fuutarou grabbed her breast, trapping her nipple between two fingers and squeezing. Nino moaned into his mouth. She always enjoyed having her breasts touched by him. They were amazing; large, soft, meaty, and they fitted Fuutarou's hands perfectly. Touching them made her chest feel alive. She returned the courtesy by running her hands down Fuutarou's stomach and cupping the head of his penis in her palm, kneading the pulsating glans through his underwear.
The kiss lasted a full minute, and when they broke apart both teens were gasping for breath, saliva dangling from their lips as their eyes fixed. Unable to restrain herself, Nino pushed against his shoulders until he was lying on his back and quickly climbed over him, straddling his waist with her thighs. She took the diary and opened it on his chest while he looked up at her with eyes brimming with arousal.
"Nino…"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips and began reading.
Obviously, I've always known I have a nice butt. All of us grew up to be beautiful young women with bodies that other girls would die for. Butt (see what I did there, Nino, you are a comedic genius) I don't remember when I learned you could get pleasure when playing with your butthole. I remember it was during first year high at Black Rose, and the first time I tried it, it was really weird. I could just get one finger in and it was really tight. Later, when I put that same finger in and started masturbating with my other hand, I realized that it did feel quite nice. It was a full sensation, pushing up into my body from behind, almost like I could pleasure my clit from the inside. That's probably not possible, though, I think it's just how it felt. I've never really trained my ass. My… earlier entries in that regard might have been a tiny bit embellished, I admit. But it's on my list. Even the smallest buttplug is uncomfortable to wear for very long so I need to open up more and get used to it. I know people use larger and larger sizes, but those things are expensive. How many are you supposed to buy?! Anyway, Fuu-kun still hasn't put it in there either. His dick I mean, he did put something else. My own fucking panties! Does he think it's dirty? Men do other men in the butt, so why not do a pretty girl? And there's no chance of getting pregnant from that either. It's a win-win situation if we do it right. I think I'll definitely look forward to it!
Her face felt even hotter, but the embarrassment of her own words only fueled her lust.
"I'll give it a shot," Fuutarou said confidently, running a thumb down her luscious lips, even though he also felt a bit nervous about this. How could he not? This was something he had never done before but then again, the same could be said the first time he's had sex with Nino and he ended up giving her a night to remember.
"Yeah, thanks…" Nino's embarrassment only grew. It wasn't every day that she said such things out loud about her smallest hole. "Just … just don't overdo it, okay? Otherwise, I'm putty in your hands. I'm pizza dough in your… h-hands. I'm clay in—"
"My hands?"
"Yeah, this metaphor ran out of steam a while back," Nino admitted with a sigh, her head dropping in shame. "My talents lie elsewhere."
"In my mouth, for example," she thought with a lewd smile, "and I'm getting better at that every time."
Placing the diary aside, the topless girl slithered down between Fuutarou's legs. She then took his pants and pulled them off to reveal his erection, exposing the pinkish meat pole she sometimes served and sucked.
Fuutarou, however, had other ideas. Before she could get started, he took Nino by her arms and pulled himself up, then rolled them over, guiding her onto her back so she was now at the bottom and him at the top. Nino made some token complaints against such treatment, but mewled softly in surrender once he went for her damp shorts and shimmied them down her long legs and off her feet. He followed this by removing his own pants and underwear fully, leaving both teenagers completely nude, their bodies on display for the other's wandering attention.
"So you wanted to be in charge from the start, huh?" Nino murmured, sweeping her hands across Fuutarou's chest and shoulders and running her fingers through his blonde hair.
"Yeah," Fuutarou said, leaning close to her face which made her blush slightly. "You told me back then that you won't give yourself to a coward, but now I think I've done enough things to prove that I'm in charge, don't you think? I think it's about time you give yourself to me, Nino…"
His hands grabbed Nino's breasts and gave them a good squeeze, making her moan, before dipping his head and kissing the shallow part of her collarbone.
"Y-Yes… I'm… I'm yours…" Nino gasped, writhing on the warm sheets as her arousal rose even higher. Her pussy leaked, already creating a spot beneath her. She spread her legs wide, displaying her open girlhood, her deepest and most private secret, like a pink flower begging to be picked. With one hand still in Fuutarou's hair, she sent the other to touch herself, a finger vanishing between those moist folds.
Fuutarou kissed up and down her neck for a short while, then moved to the valley of her breasts before kissing one nipple then the other, and suckling them each. Nino gasped, her back arching against the sudden pulse of electric pleasure from her pink teats. Fuutarou moved lower, kissing down across her navel, then lower and lower, until he reached…
"Ahhhhh…" Nino moaned when Fuutarou trailed his tongue over her pussy slit, licking her from her clit to the very bottom in one go, her throbbing cunt tensing from the stimulation. "G-God, Fuu-kun…"
Fuutarou had not really had a lot of practice eating her out, mainly because he never had a real chance to do so and because Nino always wanted his dick to be the one invading her, but he still gave his best in trying and that was enough for her. She shivered and thrust her hips upward slowly, meeting his mouth with her succulent opening, moaning loudly. After kissing her special place some more, paying special attention to her hard peeking clitoris, he pulled back and wrapped a hand around one of her thighs.
"Flip over and raise your butt," Fuutarou told her.
Nino gave a frustrated grunt, but did what he said, lifting her leg and rolling herself over onto her stomach then thrusting her bottom into the air. As soon as she did, Fuutarou got off the bed and went looking for something. A few things, actually. Nino turned her head to look and saw the cuffs in his hands. She smiled sharply.
"You pervert, it's not like you can just put those on me," she whispered in a low, sultry tone. "I'm not some kinky bondage toy that you can tie up for your own pleasure."
That was exactly what he did, though. And not merely for his pleasure. They both knew she liked this. The irony that it had been her who bought the cuffs in the first place, intending to use them on herself, added to their shameful nature — at least, in her own mind. She could never have dreamed they would actually be used by the boy of her dreams, or that they would prove so effective.
The young tutor worked quickly, taking her wrists, strapping them into the cuffs, then clipping them together in front of her with a small snap hook. Nino bit her lip in apprehension, her dainty fingers trying and failing to reach the release, much to her satisfaction. While she was busy enjoying the feel of the leather restraints, Fuutarou moved to apply two more cuffs to her ankles. Once done, he reached under her, between her splayed legs, stopping her half-hearted attempts to escape by taking hold of her hands and pulling them down.
As he did, he slapped her ass. "Up on your knees."
Nino hissed, feeling the heat on her bottom cheeks, and quickly lifted her lower body onto her knees, with her head and upper chest still resting on the bed. She was now in the classic "ass up, face down" pose, with her rear high and exposed. Fuutarou stretched her arms under her as far as they would go, the cuffs about level with her knees. He then took her feet and swung them inwards, rotating her lower legs at the knees until her ankles came together and clipped the ankle cuffs together with their own metal rings. Finally, he secured the wrists cuffs to the ankle cuffs, effectively locking Nino into a vertical cross-legged position with all four cuffs roughly positioned under her raised pelvis.
This position not only made Nino's arms and legs useless, stretching them and trapping her hands close to her feet, it also forced her ass even higher as her body constricted. She was rendered completely helpless, which she verified with some insistent tugging and pulling. Neither the cuffs nor the rings holding them gave an inch.
"Idiot," the redhead barked suddenly as a thought occurred to her. "How am I supposed to touch myself like this?"
His expression turned serious, which somehow radiated an aura of dominance that Nino could feel his face frowning even though he was standing behind her. "You aren't. Didn't I say you shouldn't touch yourself earlier? No means no, Nino."
"Ah," Nino remembered, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance. "Dammit."
Fuutarou could have said more, but it was clear he didn't need to. Nino was at his mercy, and he seized the moment by taking one ass cheek in each hand and spreading them apart, revealing her small pink asshole. Nino gasped as her whole body tingled with the exposure of such a sensitive spot.
"You washed today, right?" Fuutarou asked, squeezing her cheeks like handfuls of soft, warm dough, then slapping them together with both hands.
"O-Of course I washed!" Nino barked back, somehow still able to sound defiant despite, well, everything. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" She twisted her upper body so she could look over her rump and saw Fuutarou kneeling behind her, blushing but his eyes were burning with determination.
"Should I?" he said.
"I sure as hell can't!" Nino jiggled her hands and feet in their cuffs. No sooner had she done that she felt herself shiver as Fuutarou ran his finger under her, stroking up her pussy slit towards her clit, causing a dribble of her feminine juice to leak from her labia. She moaned before she could catch herself.
"Don't make so much noise," Fuutarou warned her, but he kept stimulating her pussy with his fingers, gently rubbing back and forth as more and more honey dripped from her, wetting her puffed-up, smooth vulva and thighs. "Your other sisters might come through the front door at any moment. You already got caught once."
"I haven't forgotten, idiot! You tied me up and now you're toying with my pussy. I'm entitled to make noise, you know!"
"I didn't say you can't make any kind of noise. I'm just saying you should be careful." Fuutarou chuckled and moved his smeared fingers back, tracing a line from the bottom of her pussy to her tightly-puckered asshole. "Heh, I never thought I'd see this side of you."
"You should be happy because you're the only one I'm willing to show my body to," Nino replied. "Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Now hurry up and do something." She shook her ass slowly as she said this, all but inviting him to action.
She was rewarded for her effort when she felt Fuutarou tracing wet fingers in circles around her asshole. The small sphincter tightened, then relaxed. From her position she couldn't see what he was doing. She didn't need to. Her body came alive with the sensations his touch was producing, sending electric impulses to her brain and heart, and she cried out softly at the pressure from a single digit on her asshole.
If she could have, she would have buried her face in her hands from such intense shame. Instead, she had to settle for doing the same with the pillow. But with shame came lust in this case.
Nino had already made her peace with the fact that those two emotions were inevitably linked when it came to her sexual needs. Perhaps it was due to her undeniable crave for being the center of attention, whether from simply walking in school or something like public nudity. Nino wasn't an exhibitionist and they were certainly not the same thing, but similar enough, and each meant having other's minds and eyes on her. As her sexual needs developed through puberty, one thing cross-wired into the other.
"Well, whatever," the redhead thought. "Now isn't the time and place for thinking about this stuff."
"Does it feel good?" Fuutarou asked, running a hand along Nino's crack, just stroking her asshole. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed one of her buttocks and pulled it aside. Nino gasped and felt her small pucker open slightly. It opened even more when Fuutarou touched the tip of a finger against it, applying pressure on the fleshy seal.
"Y-Yeah," Nino whispered. "It's tight."
"Hm, should I train your ass like you said?" he wondered aloud, a wicked grin forming on his face. "You DO write about it a lot."
Nino wiggled, or at least she tried to. She was also outraged. "I-Idiot, what kind of question is that?!"
Fuutarou paused, gently teasing her smallest entrance a little more. With each passing moment her pussy grew wetter, her need more urgent. Nino shifted her knees, spreading her legs a little more, all but offering herself to him.
Then it happened. Slowly, very slowly, Fuutarou's finger entered, pushing through her anus and into the warm cavity within. Nino gasped, her blue eyes suddenly widening, but the finger kept coming. It pushed up to the first knuckle as her rectum rippled and tensed its rubbery walls around its girth. Once that was in, Fuutarou moved his other hand down and used it to spread her asshole while he pressed a second finger into her. He barely managed due to how tight she was.
"Gmmmghh!" she groaned through clenched teeth. Her ass was so full, and yet she couldn't tell him to stop
"It's grabbing me." Fuutarou tried pulling the intruding fingers out, but Nino's body refused to let go. After a little more firm tugging, he managed to free his digits. Nino felt her hole gape slightly. "You're opening a little. I… can see inside."
"Oh god." Nino suddenly clenched herself, overcome with shame and embarrassment. "Just give me your dick already!" she insisted and again waved her ass before his face like bait and tried to push it towards him, but he moved away before it could reach him.
"I don't know. Won't that be too painful? I could barely get those fingers in." He sounded worried. But then again, when didn't he sound worried when doing stuff like this? She wished he'd just do it, but she couldn't deny how she felt touched and happy that he was concerned and worried for her.
"The least you can do is try," Nino insisted.
Fuutarou was silent for a few moments, then he said, "I have an idea."
Shifting around behind her, the young man rose to his feet and lined up his pinkish cockhead to her tight, copiously drooling pussy. He pushed forward, making Nino moan loudly as her cunt gave way to his manhood. She bit down on the pillow, unable to do much else. It felt sooooo GOOD! Penetration always did, even if it wasn't what she had requested. If he couldn't get himself up her ass, she'd happily settled for a regular fucking. So long as he made her cum.
But that wasn't what Fuutarou had in mind. Just as swiftly as he entered, he pulled out again, his member now coated heavily in her juicy cunt honey. Nino kept the pillow between her teeth and moaned repeatedly into it as she felt Fuutarou's cock move up along the seam of her body and tap her asshole once again with its dripping head. He grabbed her ass with both hands this time, spreading her firm cheeks as far as they would go.
She finally understood. Lubrication. He was going to use her pussy juice to lubricate her ass. It made Nino suddenly feel utterly, disgustingly dirty but at the same time, her arousal skyrocketed. She rolled her head from side to side, wailing into her pillow in shameful helplessness. This was more delicious than anything she'd endured since he took her out on her leash and all fours.
"I'm such a bad, naughty, perverted girl," she thought, her mind swimming with lust. "If anyone at school saw you like this, you'd never live it down. You'd be the official school slut and everyone will laugh at you. And— ugh, dammit, why the hell does that turn you on?"
Attention.
That was the answer. That was always the answer. Nino knew being ignored was about as useless as a dildo that never left its package, and she was self-aware enough to be honest with herself. She craved for Fuutarou's attention ever since they met that she had to rant in a diary about how he ignores her all the time. She tried doing various things to get him to notice her and it was only through a series of events and pure luck on Fuutarou's part that he had come across the diary that she used.
If that had never happened, she would have continued trying to get his attention until now.
"Here I go, Nino," Fuutarou said. "Ready?"
Nino nodded, unable to talk. As she did, Fuutarou pushed forwards, pressing his cockhead to her anus. The seal held, the muscle stretching but not enough to grant him access, lubricated or not. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and pulled apart a little more, stretching her opening like a small mouth. His hips jabbed forward again. His head squashed down, pressing and pressing insistently into her asshole. Nino moaned into the pillow, her body tilting forward, feeling the strength of his body push against her.
It wouldn't go in. She knew it, and after a moment of trying, Fuutarou did as well. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Fuutarou, not one to give up so easily, dropped some saliva onto her opening and pushed again. Nino's little asshole stretched to its outermost limits. The very tip of his cock ground in through her sphincter with great effort, but that was it.
Nino began shaking her head. Any more force and she'd tear for sure. "Mnnnghhh…" She released the pillow and took a deep, ragged breath. "S-Stop! It won't… it won't fit."
"Sorry…"
Yeah, Nino could see how sorry he was when she looked back over her shoulder and saw it on his face, but that wasn't gonna solve her problem.
"Well, think of something," she said, jiggling her cuffs. "You put these on me, so it's not like I can touch myself. I'm YOUR responsibility now."
Her thoughts were a completely different matter though. She had never felt so frustrated before. "Damn it! I have to loosen up my ass after this! There's no way I'm going to let this opportunity slip past me! I swear I'll make his dick fit inside my ass!" Her disappointment at not being able to try out anal sex had turned into determination, as a fire could be seen lit in her eyes.
And just like what she had said, Nino Nakano always gets what she wants.
Meanwhile, Fuutarou thought of an alternative amidst his great disappointment at not being able to please his girlfriend through her other hole. "Wait. I've got an idea," he spoke as something finally struck his mind.
"Oh, another idea? You're putting your smarts to great use today, Fuu-kun. Maybe this one will actually work," Nino said, focusing on the current situation for now.
Fuutarou moved away — giving a smack to her fat ass for her attitude — and went to look for something in a drawer. When he returned, Nino saw that he was holding their newest toy, which he had bought during a very awkward visit to her favorite sex shop.
It was a small pink egg connected by a cable to a rectangular battery box holding a control switch which allowed for variable settings. Nino had not yet tested this vibe, but the memory of Fuutarou's blank face as she requested he buy it for her was worth the price alone. Everything else would be a bonus.
Returning to bed, Fuutarou held the egg up for her to see, then placed himself behind her again. Nino bit her lip, unsure what she should expect but hoping for something nice and and pleasurable. She heard him click the egg to life with a rather noticeable buzzing.
"Hmm, kind of noisy, isn't it?" Fuutarou moved the egg towards her pussy. "How's this?"
Nino's eyes went wide as if someone had poked her with an electric bolt. Her clitoris danced, her body jerking forward in a spasm.
"Oooohhhh! Tooooooo muuuuch!"
"Whoops, sorry about that." Fuutarou pulled the vibe away and turned down the intensity using the switch on the control box. With the adjustments made, he placed it again against her slit. "And this?"
The vibration was much softer now, though still strong enough to make Nino gasp as ripples of pleasure pulsated from her hot love button right into her sex-craving brain. Her eyes squeezed shut.
"B-Better…" she managed between gasps. Her ass wiggled, and without any conscious thought she began grinding herself against the egg. "Mmmmm, yeah. Much betterrrr~~" The last word was almost like a purr.
Fuutarou was not about to let her get herself off just yet. He moved the vibrator away from her clit, then traced a line down her moistening slit, gathering wetness on the plastic shell as it went, before guiding it up around the bottom of her body until it reached her asshole. Nino moaned, but tried to relax at the same time. She knew where this was going.
Applying pressure, Fuutarou pressed the egg firmly against her anal opening. At first, Nino's tight, sensitive anus resisted, refusing to open for this vibrating intruder. Eventually, however, the seal parted and her ass finally surrendered. Fuutarou twisted the egg a little more firmly and pushed gently as if he were inserting a rather large suppository. Slowly, Nino's asshole stretched and accepted the vibrator. Once inside, the sudden sensation of fullness which accompanied the vibrations made her shiver.
"Ooohhh… it's… nice…" she gasped, clenching her rectum and feeling the vibrations echo within her like a small earthquake, not too strong to make her cum but certainly strong enough that it was impossible to ignore. Nino tugged on her bonds as her body craved the ability to rub and touch herself to orgasm. "Ahhh… ahhh~"
With the egg fully stuffed inside, her anus closed like a small mouth around its tapered base, leaving the pink cable to dangle free between her legs, the rectangular box holding the controls and batteries hovering two inches from the mattress. Its weight tugged on the cable, which then tugged on the egg in turn, forcing Nino to tighten her asshole to stop her vibe from slipping out again. And yet when she did, the vibrations only intensified. The more she tightened her rectal and anal muscles, the harder the stimulation became.
"Ooohhhhhhh~~!"
Even with his action, however, she could already tell it wouldn't be enough to make her cum. She clenched and released a few times, hoping to cause her body to swallow the egg a bit deeper, but it barely moved. Meanwhile, as she shuffled her knees on the mattress, she felt Fuutarou's hands grab her buttocks, spreading them apart. Then a warm breeze blew down her crease between her cheeks, teasing her into spasms of pleasure.
"He… He's blowing on my asshole," Nino thought, and the notion stoked her arousal but also embarrassed her at the same time. Fuutarou now had her completely at his mercy. He could do anything. He could play with her. Tease her. Ravage her. Punish her. Or, most terribly, do nothing.
Fuutarou hands released her butt, and she felt the bed sinking as he moved up her right side. Once she opened her eyes again, she saw that he had one knee besides her head and his cock looming above like a fishing pole.
Nino quickly realized what he wanted.
"You just can't wait to feed me that thing, can you?" she grumbled in mock defiance. "You don't fuck my pussy but you still want me to give you a nasty blowjob?"
"Do it," was all he said. It was all he needed to say.
Lifting her head, Nino stretched her neck and opened her mouth. Just barely, she reached Fuutarou's swollen glans, already leaking pre-cum from its tip. Her lips suckled quickly on the hot flesh, before she flicked her tongue against the underside, both teasing him and tasting his arousal. Fuutarou reacted with a gasp which told her she'd hit the right spot. He moved closer, allowing her to take his cockhead fully into her mouth for more intense sucking action.
Nino was, by no means, an expert at this, but she did her best like she did with everything. It was still degrading and filled her with shame that she could stoop so low. But Fuutarou really seemed to enjoy her blowjobs, which made giving them easier.
After a moment, Nino pulled her mouth back, her lips dripping with a mix of her saliva and Fuutarou's glistening secretions. Looking up at him, meeting his lust-filled eyes with her own, she swirled her tongue around his manhood and slurped unabashedly at his skin as far as she could. Fuutarou flinched and moaned, and this provided the redhead with great satisfaction. Her body wanted nothing more than to please and be pleased. She nibbled on him in the small nook right in front of his testicles, then licked outwards and upwards again, using her wet tongue like a paintbrush.
"Ah— Nino, I can feel it…" Fuutarou gasped above her. "Close… getting close…"
"You can't resist me, can you? Your wonderful and hot girlfriend?" Nino thought. "Good."
The naked boy rocked his hips as sexual tremors fired his muscles in rapid sequence. Even then, Nino had no trouble keeping up, tickling right under his glans and circling where his foreskin revealed the pink head. Then she wrapped her mouth on him again, more tightly than before, gently brushing her teeth on the ridge of her head, sucking and riding him down. Her cheeks grew hollow as her sucking intensity increased and so did the noise she made.
Fuutarou moaned appreciatively and inched forward slightly on his knees, feeding her more of his cock. As she sucked, Nino focused on the vibrations from her ass, feeling them spread all over her and reaching her pussy from the inside, her clitoris throbbing and her slit oozing wet arousal in strands which dangled from her cunt and dripped to the sheets and her own cuffed hands.
Finally, he was fully within range, and Nino was too well trained to miss the opportunity. She drove down on him with her lips stretched tightly around his circumference, filling her mouth with male meat. She reached the root where his pole met his body and drew back again, literally sucking the sex out of him. Then she repeated the motion over and over and over. Soon, her head of messy red hair was bobbing rapidly up and down as the sounds of wet slurping echoed lewdly in the room. Fuutarou's moans increased in volume, but eventually he was reduced to gritting his teeth into muffled grunts and gasps. His hips kept thrusting, matching Nino's rhythm.
All the while, Nino split her mind to focus both on what she was doing — the perverted act of servicing a boy's penis with her mouth — and the rippling vibration flaring out like hot waves between her legs. Her stomach clenched as her body desperately sought to gain even the smallest ounce of pleasure from the invading egg, her brain swimming in a daze as she allowed the taste and scent and sounds and feel of sex to envelop her. She didn't stop her sucking. Didn't break the seal of her lips. Didn't slow down.
Fuutarou was making all kinds of noises above her, his hands now knotted in her long, disheveled hair, fingers clawing against her scalp. A moment later he pulled her forward as his body jerked, a loud gasp escaping from his lips. In a split second, Nino knew what was happening. She sucked one last time before going limp, waiting for the end product of all her efforts. It wasn't a long wait.
"I-It's coming…!"
The warning was mere courtesy, and Fuutarou barely managed the words before his body jerked with a sudden spasm and sent the first hot spurt inside Nino's mouth. In response, the redhead locked her throat, not swallowing as she fought the urge to pull herself away. By the time the second spurt gushed out, she'd closed her eyes, breathing heavily through her nose. The taste and texture were not her favorite, but not unfamiliar anymore.
Little by little, Fuutarou filled her mouth with spunk, the gooey cum clinging to her teeth and pooling around her tongue going everywhere. Still, she refused to swallow it, holding the slimy load captive as a token of her defiance. It didn't work too well; the smell and taste of fresh semen only made her more desperate to attain her own release.
Once Fuutarou had spent himself, he eased the grip on her head and pulled back, thick cum strands connecting his member to Nino's pink, smeared lips like heavy white spiderwebs. He was breathing hard, his body glimmering with sweat. Nino raised her head, her mouth full, lips and chin a mess, growling at him.
Fuutarou sat on the bed, swaying from side to side before collapsing next to her as he struggled to catch his breath. It was only when he'd turned his attention back to her again, and his foggy, unfocused blue eyes met her sharp ones that she opened her mouth to show him what he'd done, swirling her tongue-the same one that had just pleasured him-in a pool of his sticky white spunk. Then, only when she had his attention, Nino swallowed.
Actually, there was so much cum she had to swallow twice, cringing at the strong pungent taste as it went down her throat right into her stomach. Her evening meal.
It was a total humiliation.
It was a huge turn-on.
"You jerk," Nino barked, gulping some more, the taste of semen still lingering heavily in her palate. "Now it's my turn! Hurry!"
Fuutarou smiled. He reached out a hand and brushed the bangs from her forehead, his fingers slick and warm.
"You look so cute like that, you know…" he said. "I can almost think you enjoy giving me blowjobs."
"I can never enjoy doing something so dirty!" Nino protested, though she was well aware of how wet she'd gotten and how hot she felt right now. "Come on. You have to stick it in me. Please!"
Fuutarou actually looked abashed. "But…" Being struck with another idea, he rolled off the bed and went to look for something in the closet.
"But what? Come on, Fuu-kun. Don't make me wait! I hate waiting!"
The words had just left her lips when her eyes widened at the sight of Fuutarou holding a pair of her panties, ones made from shimmering pink silk with ruffles along the elastic leg bands and a pink ribbon at the back. It was one of the most fancy and expensive garments she'd ever bought, and, like the rest, she couldn't even wear it even if she wanted to. Nino knew at once what he meant to do the moment she noticed his smirk.
"Maybe I should have stayed quiet," she thought, before laughing sarcastically in her mind. "Nah. He deserves to hear me complain if he won't do what I ask."
Before she could say anything more, Fuutarou took her jaw and gently opened it so he could stuff the panties in her mouth like an improvised silk gag. Nino felt the urge to spit them out — how dare you use my own panties to gag me! — but she was curious and didn't do anything. Fuutarou wouldn't have gagged her without reason. He was planning something.
After gently stroking her cheek, the young man moved around behind her again, tracing his fingers along her nude body, brushing her side and back and ass. He settled between her legs, his knees just inside of hers, and took the danging control box at the end of its pink cable leading to her stuffed asshole.
Understanding dawned on Nino like the sun on a bright morning, followed, as Fuutarou turned up the controls, by a jolt of vibration and pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as she moaned through the panties. The cuffs held her tight.
"MmmnnggghhhhhhnnnnnnnnnmmGHHH!"
She must have been more wound-up than she realized, because it took almost no time for her body to react and her more rational thoughts to vanish in the wake of the increased stimulation.
As the waves of pleasure expanded from her ass, they hit her pussy and the root of her clitoris, echoing and building like a tsunami, making her shake and tremble and thrust her bottom back. Her chest ground on the sheets, hard nipples scratching and providing their own contribution to the sudden sensory overload.
Nino didn't even try to fight it. There was no point. The vibe couldn't be negotiated with or talked down. It was relentless. Her body jerked compulsively, her cunt clenching as her hips swiveled atop her thighs in a frantic motion. Her muffled moans grew both in intensity and frequency, an orchestra of teen lust.
"You liked that?" Fuutarou said, observing her reaction. "How about a little more?" He turned up the intensity.
Nino moaned into the gag and nodded her head like mad, eyes rolling back as the vibration all but beat her last defenses to mush. Her whole body shook and pulled on the restraints which held her.
"MMMGHHH! MNNNN!"
"Can you take it? Okay, how about—" Fuutarou turned the vibe up a little more, and, after regaining some of his strength, plunged his dick into her dripping pussy and began to move slowly, filling up both her holes and doubling the waves of pleasure that shot straight to her brain.
"MMMMGNGGHHHHHHUUUHH!" Nino jerked spasmodically, her back suddenly arching and her ass thrusting backwards and meeting Fuutarou's movements, drool soaking the panty gag as she moaned even harder. "GHHMNNGHUHH!"
"One more?" Fuutarou smiled at her, taking a moment to caress her smooth ass before giving it a slap, sending ripples through the muscle-flesh. He was just playing with her body now.
Nino never really knew if he did turn up the vibe a final time. But her body, already primed for an explosion, jerked and spasmed uncontrollably, yanking violently against her bonds, head thrown back, hands and feet clenching as she came. And she came hard, suddenly and forcefully, spraying her juices all over Fuutarou's invading rod. Her cunt convulsed and gushed, her back arching, face pressed down hard, eyes squeezed shut. She thrashed and struggled and cried.
It was all she'd hoped for and more.
"Thank you, Fuu-kun..." Nino thought, somehow still able to think in the blazing throes of her passion. All the doubts, the shame, the anger, even her pain, fled from her as her very being surrendered and rode the orgasm into blissful hazy happiness.
When she was done, Fuutarou removed the cuffs and pulled her towards him, now reduced to a sweaty boneless mass of post-orgasmic exhaustion, her chest and perky breasts heaving with her heavy breathing, against him. She didn't remember him taking the egg-vibrator out from her rectum, nor his dick from her pussy, nor the panties from her mouth. They were still naked, arms and legs entangled, wet genitals pressed together. That was how they slept for the next hour, sharing their warmth atop the stained sheets.
It might have been vulgar, but Nino was in heaven. She even had a vague recollection of being kissed before drifting off, although it might have just been a dream. At that point, the second quint couldn't tell. And she didn't care. It was too good.