The city slowly began to be shrouded by the cloak of darkness as the sunset for another day. The busy metropolis slowed for the evening as the temperature of the air slowly descended into a pleasant chill. The streets were lit in vibrant light emitting from looming lampposts, illuminating the concrete pathways that carved through the streets. The brutal glow of neon plastered the skyline, and tall towers of glass stood high intimidating the workers of the great city.
Amongst the winding veins and capillaries of the streets Joker and Makoto hurried back to the dusty loft that Joker called home. Makoto's head was spinning. Tonight was the night. She needed to let loose. She had found her inner self not so long ago, and now her inner self was telling her to have some proper fun. She was nonetheless nervous. Her heart was gently thrashing in her chest, but she couldn't help but feel excited. She loved this boy, no, man who had helped her become more than just a slave to the system, to her sister, to the teachers. It's fair to say she was buzzing.
Joker felt energised. He had been having a weird few days, with seemingly every woman in his life coming on to him like cats in heat. As they marched forth towards their final destination, Joker was making sure that he was making the right choice. This was all very sudden, and he didn't want to betray Makoto's trust. 'Is this cheating?' he thought to himself. He wasn't technically going out with Tae, or Sadayo, or Futaba for that matter. But he was technically involved with them, right? Joker wasn't sure. But he knew he wanted to 'get involved' with Makoto. He wanted to ever since the Hawaii trip when he got to see her in a most incredible swimsuit. 'Ann most certainly put up some stiff competition though' he thought, agreeing with himself. Enough of that, tonight was about Makoto, and she was the only girl he needed right then.
It wasn't long until they wandered their way to Le Blanc sitting in the quaint, damp streets of Yongen-jaya. Sojiro was long gone but had entrusted Joker with his own key not long before. He trusted him as much he trusted his ability to make coffee, which is, to say, a lot. He fumbled his quaking hands into his pockets and pulled out his key, before sharply twisting it in the lock. They burst into the cosy coffee shop and, making sure the door was shut, they rushed upstairs, both ready to explode with passion.
Seconds after they had reached the safety of the attic Makoto had pounced on Joker like a predator to prey, hunting down his lips to enter a battle for dominance. Their tongues twisted in ecstasy; but Joker slowed things down as Makoto straddled his lap after pushing him to his bed. The bed creaked and groaned as the weight of the two young adults was suddenly pressed upon it. He separated his lips her hers, and despite her desperate chase with a flurry of kisses, aiming for his mouth once again. Joker brought his hands up to her face and held it close, confusing Makoto.
"What's wrong?" She prised, worried that she had been too forceful. She panted hard, staring with concern into Jokers dark eyes.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He countered, unsure that he was making the right choice. He didn't want to be taking advantage of her, or forcing her to do something that she didn't want to do.
She just breathed out a giggle. "Of course I am."
She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and gently forced her mouth back on to his. This kiss wasn't like the other ones though. This one was delicate, but searching. She wanted to make her feelings known. This couldn't, and so didn't, last long however as they soon couldn't handle the prospects of exploring each other's bodies with their hands.
For the first time Makoto was able to be truly intimate with someone, and she groped over Joker's body, excited at the prospect of discovery. Joker, however, had more experience, primarily from the events of the past while. When with Tae he got his first ever chance of really getting to feel up a woman. Needless to say it was everything it was chalked up to be, and Makoto was no different. Her body was firm but curved where it needed to be with his hands gently squeezing her ass, which was squishy to the touch. It was nice and round, but not huge. The feeling of her breasts pushing into his own was something he'd never get tired of, he was sure.
She moaned into his mouth as he took her in his hands, exploring how she felt physically. With her tongue coiled around his, her chest pressed against his own, and his hands kneading her ass, he was in every young man's heaven.
They didn't stay this way for long, as Makoto was eager to try more and more, which involved getting Joker out of his trousers as quickly as possible. She stood up off him, breaking their embrace for the first time in what felt like forever, and quickly pulled open the button and zip of his jeans. She tugged hard, whipping them off his body with speed, and eagerly stared at the intimidating bulge in his underwear.
She looked at his flushed face, blushing with arousal, staring back down at her. His eyes willed her on, his consent given in full. She reached up to his waistband and gracefully yanked his boxers down his legs; his long pole springing up proudly, relieved to be free from it's fabric prison. She gaped at it in awe. Of course, she'd never seen one before, and was mesmerized by how veiny and aggressive looking it was.
When she got over the amazement stage she realised she didn't know what exactly she was supposed to do. Her "scientific research" provided her with some idea of what she should do, but she was unsure.
She peered up at Joker's flushed face and asked, "Should I stroke it?" Joker responded with an enthusiastic nod, his dick tensing at the sight of her cute, but sexy expression. She reluctantly grasped his length, observing its soft hardness with awe, feeling it pulsating in her hands. She began to stroke it and Joker felt that he had finally achieved nirvana, that there could be no greater feeling.
There could, however, as she began to get more adventurous and reached down to cup his balls, gently playing with them in her hands. She looked up to gauge his reaction and saw his head tipped back in pure ecstasy. She grew brave at his reaction and decided to stroke a bit harder, triggering a leak of precum from the tip of his dick. Out of curiosity, got a bit of it on her fingers and felt its stickiness in her hands. She continued to stroke it until she had an idea, straight out of one of her, "informational videos". She quietly asked, despite no one else being around, "Can I put my mouth on it?". Joker nodded back, all too excited for her to do so. She slowly, but tenderly, placed her tongue on the shaft, and a jolt of pleasure shot up his body.
She was surprised to find herself undisturbed by the taste as she slid her tongue up and down his shaft, stopping when she reached the bottom before gliding it tenderly back up to the top. Joker was in blissful agony as she tenderly stroked with her wet mouth, teasing in her desire to explore the feeling of his dick pressed against her tongue. She grew bolder, enjoying the feeling of his hardness under her control, influenced by her every move. She decided to take a step further, placing her lips on the tip of his cock.
He groaned at the moist, fleshy feeling surrounding his head, as her tongue began to stimulate his sensitive opening. She slid her lips lower with grace, her tongue massaging the bottom of his head. She retreated back up to the tip, and then slowly dropped back down. She savoured the feeling of his meat in her mouth, not minding the slightly sweaty taste. She could taste something new to her, leaking out of the tip. She identified it as precum, and found herself liking the sticky sensation that attacked her taste buds. She didn't necessarily like the taste, but she didn't hate it either.
She knew that the next step was to go deeper, but she had her worries. 'How far can I even get this monstrosity?' She pondered with difficulty. She was hot beyond belief, hornier than ever before. She decided to push it further in her mouth, the head reaching closer and closer to the top of her throat. She felt it get closer, then eased off, her tongue stepping up to help pleasure her partner. She went back down again and felt the tip reach her throat. She gagged a little, and Joker tried to pull away out of concern. Makoto undeterred, and pulled her head back towards his cock to continue her ministrations.
She went again, and Joker was struggling to withstand the growing storm of pleasure that was brewing within his body. This time, she held it for slightly longer, fighting against the gag reflex in her throat. She retreated, satisfied with her efforts, and went back to working his dick, now completely covered in her sticky saliva, to the best of her abilities.
It would not be for long however, as Joker simply couldn't hold out. He could only withstand so much punishment; and his orgasm was battering at the gates, held back only by the young man's steely will.
The wave of orgasm crashed through his body. Joker struggled out a "cumming!" In an attempt to warn Makoto of the oncoming eruption of spunk that was flooding out of his cock.
It was too late, and his cum flooded into her mouth as she kneeled frozen as his fluid entered her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cum shooting into her mouth. His flow eventually slowed. Makoto leant back gulping down his seed. Joker was slowly recovering from his euphoric orgasm, thinking back to when Kawakami did the same. As great as that felt, it didn't quite match his experience with Makoto. As he recovered, he peered down at Makoto's flushed face as she swallowed his cum. He noticed the overflow dribbling down her chin, some drizzling down to her immense cleavage. He immediately decided it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Once she cleared her mouth of his semen she wiped her lips with her hand and peered back up at him. He just stared back bleary-eyed and panting like a dog. They sat for a moment, no sound save for their heavy breathing and beating of their hearts.
Makoto adopted a sly grin, not dissimilar to that of Tae Takemi.
"Did you like it?" She questioned seductively as she began to rise to her feet, her reddish eyes burrowing into his own. 'She's got cocky.' he realised.
Joker sprang into action, grabbing her arm and pulling her moist lips to his. He attacked her mouth with his tongue, undaunted by the fact that he'd came in there moments ago.
He disconnected from her and pulled her down to his bed. She straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. Joker's hands ran up and down her body feeling her sides and squeezing her juicy ass whenever his hands dipped so low. His reawakening cock pressed up against her as he ravished her body.
He hiked her skirt up exposing her lacy panties. As he groaped he enjoyed the feeling of fragile material in his hands. He couldn't imagine her ever wearing anything like that before today, but hey, there's a first time for everything. And speaking of first times, he grabbed the zip of her skirt, and pulled it down as best he could without removing his mouth from hers. His hands wandered down feeling the soft silkiness of her black tights and revelled in the wonder of her thighs.
Next off came the top. He grabbed the bottom and lifted it up past her ample chest, disconnecting to whip it off into the dark abyss of his room. He sat leaning back from her, huffing and puffing staring back at him, and admired her mostly naked form. It was fair to say, nothing before had ever seemed so beautiful to him. Her pale skin gleamed in the light gently pouring in from the window. Her curves wavy down her figure, he admired her. She allowed him, albeit embarrassed at being so exposed before someone. She didn't mind, seeing as it was him.
He couldn't help himself, and dove in, burying his face in her neck, licking and sucking at her neck and collarbone. She let out gentle moans against her will, which only served to drive his animalistic desire. He began to work his way down, his face burying itself in her expansive cleavage. He sucked hard, causing her to moan even harder. His intention was clear. He was leaving his mark.
But Makoto was tired of the teasing. She wanted him in a different way. She grabbed his head and pulled it away from herself. She gazed into his eyes with her own and whispered "I want it. Now."
Joker was happy to oblige, but he had one small problem. "But… I haven't got any… you know… protection…" he said, feeling sheepish despite already having had oral sex with her. Makoto looked back at him and declared, "I need you so bad I don't even care."
He was shocked at her uncharacteristic words, but decided to take her word. He pulled down her matching lacy panties feeling her extreme wetness. They were soaked through. 'Good to know she's as into this as I am' he thought, as if there were any doubt.
He peeled them away, to discover the great unknown. Her wet mound was bare in front of him. Mostly hairless, Joker figured that she must've been prepared. The idea only served to excite him more. He touched her, sending shocks up through her body. He began to feel around at her labia, feeling the wet flesh sink under his touch. He had some idea of what the clitoris was from his "scientific research" sessions. He felt around as her body writhed around on his bed. He knew he'd struck gold when her back arched up and triggered a moan.
She lay back, her breath heavy, and quietly called out, "Don't tease me."
The sultry sound of her distressed arousal sent him into overdrive. His animal brain kicked in. He adjusted into position, manoeuvring himself into position to enter her. He touched himself against her lips. She let out a whimper. He looked at her once more and asked "You ready?"
She smiled back at him "As I'll ever be." He pushed, and slowly thrust himself inside her warm opening. She let out a whimper as he slowly entered her hot, slippery opening. He inched his way in, giving her time to get comfortable. "Are you okay?" he asked her, concerned for her despite being in shock.
She just nodded and whispered "You can move a little..."
He pulled himself without haste, and then slowly pushed it back; eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Makoto. She could feel it stretching her for the first time, initially reacting poorly to the new sensation. It was uncomfortable, but each time he pulled back and pushed in again it got easier and easier, until she was finally able to relax and enjoy the sensation.
Joker could feel her gasping beneath him. He immersed himself in her, as he slowly sped up. Her walls tightened around him, increasing his pleasure immeasurably. He could tell he wouldn't last long at all, but he wanted her to enjoy it too. Groaning with each thrust, he reached down to her clitoris which he gently began to massage. This had the intended effect as she began to moan even harder. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tight to her chest, allowing him to press his face into her neck. Makoto had never felt something so good. She felt so primal, so far gone from her normal uptight nature. It only increased her enjoyment.
She felt closer to Joker than she ever had been, both physically and emotionally. This kind of closeness - she realised - was something she could never go back from. But their animalistic rutting could only last so long; and they were both reaching their limits. The thrusting and moaning grew more rapid and Joker could feel himself at his peak.
"Makoto… I'm gonna…"
"Inside!" She whispered back in ecstasy.
"But I-"
"Please!" She moaned into his ear.
That was enough, and his cum surged out of him inside her waiting chamber. Makoto felt herself contract in pleasure, cumming for the first time in her life. Her brain melted, all though pouring out of her with each breath. Nothing had ever felt so good...
His sperm leaked out of her as he slowly pulled away, his skin peeling off hers, sticky with sweat. He looked down her in the ambient darkness. Sprawled out, breathless and covered in sweat, with matted hair. A smile broke out on Joker's face. Covered in a mixture of their fluids, Joker decided it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
