Story Twelve: Peeping Tom - II

Warning: Voyeurism, barely legal.

The closer to her 18th birthday was, the harder it became to control his urges. Just knowing she would soon be his was enough to wreak havoc on his self-control. The past months had been hell and heaven combined, but these last final hours? Just pure, concentrated torture. A part of him insisted that a few hours doesn't really make a difference, she'd be 18 soon. But the damned honorable part of him wouldn't budge.

To exhaust himself, Mitsuru spent the evening playing soccer with his friends. And to make sure he stayed put at home and not climb up Kokoro's balcony, he invited two of his friends for pizza and beer. In two years' time, he had mastered the art of cockblocking, even if the unfortunate victim was his own self.

"So are we invited to Blondie's birthday?" Zorome asked as they stepped down from the car.

"Tomorrow, lunchtime." Mitsuru murmured as he unlocked the door to his house. "Miku might throw you out though. You always rile her up."

"I could say the same." Zorome snorted. "That chick got some attitude."

"She's a cute redhead." Futoshi chimed in. "Do you think the carpet matches the drapes?" He wiggled his thick eyebrows meaningfully.

"Hey, asshole! Don't talk about her that way!"

"Don't call me asshole!"

"Fine. Fatty asshole, don't you dare even breathe her name!"

"Alright break it up." Mitsuru muttered impatiently. "You two go on ahead. Dad's away on business so we have the house to ourselves. The pizza is in the freezer, just pop it in the oven. Beer's on the fridge. I'll just grab a few stuff in the garage."

The two grudgingly went inside while Mitsuru stood at the front step. Torn between going in, the other, the stronger urge to check on Kokoro. He had done all he could to stay away from her all day, knowing that if he got his hands on her, he might not have any strength left to resist.

Then a scream pierced through the air. He was running before he could even process what was happening.

Zorome and Futoshi backed out of the kitchen both looking stunned, their jaws on the floor. And he knew, he just knew that Kokoro was in the kitchen. Especially when Futoshi pushed back the swinging door with one finger and peeked in, whistling a low note. That was when Mitsuru saw her through the crack.

She was wearing nothing but a tiny, frilly apron.

"Kokoro." He marched toward the kitchen, his growl bouncing off the walls. "You two, get the fuck away from the door."

"Damn. That's Blondie?" Futoshi said.

"Yeah, she's my neighbor. She's only 17." Mitsuru shouldered through between them, one hand poised on the kitchen door. "Do you know what that means?"

"Look but don't touch." Futoshi said, nodding his head. "Gotcha."

"Wrong. It means don't even look." Mitsuru growled.

"Fine, fine dude." Futoshi backed away, digging his elbow at the snickering Zorome who elbowed him back. "But...uh...you might want to wait for her to cover up before going in there."

Mitsuru just gave him a pointed look, it was obvious that he's not waiting to go in there, which only meant he had already seen her without clothes. Or he wanted to. Zorome just gave him a thumbs up and a lecherous grin.

Ignoring both, Mitsuru closed himself in the kitchen with Kokoro.

Christ. His cock stood at full attention at the sight of her pressed back against the kitchen island, breathing heavily. "Mitsuru." She said softly, looking relieved to see him. Hell, he was far from relieved. He's downright fucking horny. The bottom of that frilly apron doesn't even reach her thighs. Nope, it showed off skimpy, little black panties that probably rode up straight the crack of her ass at the back. Her breasts weren't showing but they're plumped at the apron's square neckline and her nipples pressed through the fabric...oh holy fuck...the slope of her sides and swell of her hips were all on display.

Now he's pissed. His friends saw her this way? They're probably fighting to get into the bathroom to jerk themselves to kingdom come.

She gave him a trembling smile, "I made dinner, it's supposed to be just for us, but there should be enough for your friends."

"You thought I'd be home alone."

"Yes."

"That's why you're goddamn half-naked?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Kokoro murmured sheepishly.

His anger dissipated, which was very bad, because it gave way for the need. And the need was a savage fire gathering in his balls. Hard wasn't even good enough a word to describe his cock. It's an angry, throbbing length of a monster that's bursting through his pants, raring to get her virgin pussy.

She'd come here to offer it, wrapped in a skimpy black thong and frilly apron. It's his for the taking. There's no other option but to take, is there? No choice but to unleash this liquid fire in her sweet cunt, let it take root where it's forbidden. Christ Almighty. The obsession was choking him, crowding him in from all sides. He'd done his best to avoid debauching her, but Kokoro came to him, and he's losing control.

"Mitsuru..." Kokoro whispered, standing on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. "I hurt."

His body moved on instinct, molding her between him and the center island. "Poor baby, your hands?" He nuzzled into her hair, breathing in her scent. "I'll kiss it better."

"Not my hands." She murmured, stroking the muscles of his neck. "Down there, I ache. It got worse and worse the longer I waited for you."

"We talking about that little cunt of yours, Kokoro?" Unbidden, his hands traveled down the smooth skin of her sides, resting on her hips, lower still until his hands were wrapped around her ass. "Did you bring me a horny pussy? Were you hoping I'd forget and play with it?"

"You know me so well." She reached behind her neck and untied the apron, letting the flimsy fabric fall lower and lower until her perfect tits were on full display, all pink and puckered in the soft kitchen light. "Will you kiss them better, Mitsuru?" She asked in a husky voice, reaching lower and untied the bottom laces of the apron, letting it fall. Leaving her naked except for what passed for black panties. "Will you kiss them while you're inside me?"

There isn't a man alive who could withstand such temptation, but once he opened that door, once he'd taken ownership, he'll never be able to close it. Sweat rolled down his back and his hands began to shake. He can't do this. He can't fuck his beautiful girl and make her his. Not yet. Just a few hours more.

"Let me lick your pussy, sweet baby." Mitsuru asked instead. "Been dying all day to get at it." He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up to drop her onto the counter, groaning like a wild beast when her thong slipped to the side, giving him a glimpse of her pink, teenage cunt.

Her puckered tits jiggled with her labored breathing, excitement made her skin flush but her lips crumpled into a pout. "No, I want you inside me."

"Kokoro, we got few hours left." He grabbed her knees to shove her thighs apart. "But I need to make you come worse than I need to get off. And that's saying something since I'm worked up as fuck."

Kokoro squeezed her legs together, lifting her little chin defiantly. "I won't let you make me come. Not unless you're inside me."

Something dangerous curled in the pit of his stomach at being denied the right to give her pleasure. If he didn't soon hear the soft sounds she made as he pleasured her, he's going to lose his mind.

The temptation to take what she was offering was more than he could bear, Mitsuru glanced at the clock as if he'll find salvation there.

"Does five hours really matter?" Kokoro groaned in frustration.

"It does to me." Mitsuru murmured in low, harsh voice, reaching up to caress her bottom lip. "I waited in hell for two years to keep you a virgin...I can't trip on the finish line."

"Mitsuru..."

Did she really want to break him? Her proud, stubborn boyfriend? He'd worked really hard to keep his promise to her, is the few minutes of sexual gratification worth his broken pride?

"Alright." She said softly, ceding defeat.

"Where are you going?" He pulled her back when she hopped down the island and retied her apron.

"To change." Kokoro said, looking at him as if hoping he'd changed his mind. "If you really want to wait, then we wait together."

There was no easy choice, but they've come this far. Reluctantly, Mitsuru released her.

Just five hours more.

-o-

She was asleep on his bed when he got in. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a golden glow on her, turning her hair into burnished gold.

He wondered if this was how a newly married husband felt on his wedding night, couples who waited until marriage to have sex.

But they weren't married yet. Mitsuru doubted he could wait that much longer, he's going to explode first. He didn't have any doubt that she's his future though. No sane man would wait for as long as he had unless he's committed to spending his whole life with her.

And he loved her. The very same emotion that made lust razor-sharp to the point of insanity, was the same one that contained it. It's a double-edged sword.

Kokoro stirred when he sat at the edge of the bed, then opened her eyes.

"Hey." She murmured, glancing at the clock at his bedside table. It read 11:45. Was he going to wait until the last minute?

"Hey, sweetheart." Mitsuru kissed her forehead. "I was just about to take a shower, didn't mean to wake you."

Kokoro stifled a yawn. "Your friends still here?" She asked.

Mitsuru shook his head. "They left not long ago. The movie was crap." But he made himself watch it. He glanced at the clock again. Only a minute has passed since she woke up. Why is it so slow?

"Ten minutes, sweetheart." He murmured as he abruptly stood up, and pulled off his shirt.

"Eight." Kokoro replied with a teasing smile. "Don't take too long."

"You won't be able to get rid of me after this." The sound of his belt buckle was loud in the room as he dropped it on the floor, then unzipped his jeans. The heat in his gaze as he glanced back at her made her breath hitch, but he entered the bathroom before she could speak.

Kokoro finger-combed her hair as she got up from the bed. She wanted to follow him inside, perhaps join his shower, but Mitsuru had locked the door. Damn. Trying to distract herself, she went back to sit on the bed, her eyes fell on the drawer of his bedside table and pulled it open. She found a box of condoms that hadn't been opened. It occured to her that she had never thought about contraception. Mitsuru obviously has prepared for it, but the thought of that thin barrier between them felt so unromantic. Condoms are for casual sex, not between lovers. She didn't care if that sounded so illogical. The thought of having his baby made her heart race. Wasn't it too soon? They haven't even discussed about kids yet.

She closed the drawer when the water from the shower stopped. Mitsuru will be stepping out soon.

Words were not spoken between them as he came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but white boxers. Now that the moment has arrived, Kokoro suddenly and inexplicably felt shy.

Mitsuru scrubbed his hair one last time before dropping the towel in the basket, then quietly sat at the edge of the bed beside her. His skin gleamed golden in the room's soft glow, highlighting the contours of his muscled frame.

"I'm probably more nervous than you." He admitted with a hesitant smile as he picked her hand from the bed and raised it to his lips for a kiss.

The candid honesty melted her heart. "Why?"

"Never been with a virgin before." He admitted, his fingers shook slightly as he caressed her jaw. "I steered clear of them because I didn't want to deal with the emotional baggage."

"Is that why you waited so long?" She tried for a teasing tone but ended up husky instead. "Were you hoping I'd ditch the hymen with some—"

"Never." He growled in a low intense voice. "You were mine the moment I saw you."

She held his jaw and tugged him down. "Kiss me." She urged him close, closer, until he was lying in the cradle of her body. He leaned over her, bracing his weight with an elbow.

He tried to kiss her slowly, soft and gentle but her sweet pliant lips opened beneath his, allowing his tongue to sweep inside. And he lost it.

"I want you to leave it on, because I don't want to go too fast." He murmured, stopping her when she was about to tug her nightgown off.

"I want you to go fast." Kokoro whispered with a teasing smile, her mouth red and swollen.

He leaned over her again and smacked her lips with a kiss. "You'd better behave, sweetheart."

In response, she pulled him to her, her gorgeous tits rubbing against his chest. Mitsuru groaned as he willed the monster inside to calmness. His cock was ablaze. Too many days, too many months of foreplay and he was bursting at the seams to fall on her and impale her, thrusting like a wild beast.

Down boy.

He needed to make this longer.

He needed her naked.

Needed to be inside her, gentle and slow. Not the rough, sex-crazed monster that's tearing up inside him to devour her.

Her nightgown had buttons at the top, and he started undoing them with gritted teeth. Lord Almighty, he was sorely tempted to just rip the gown to shreds, but he didn't want to scare her, wanted to show her he's not an animal.

Kokoro stroked his face, tracing the slant of his nose, the curves of his lips, then his jaw. Mitsuru shuddered, hovering over her, his cock heavy and throbbing, barely contained by his boxers. As soon as he got her out of these damned clothing he'd shove inside her.

Excitement choked him, undoing his self-control one strand at a time, muting all his internal warnings. He pulled the nightgown over her head and carelessly threw it to the side.

He groaned as she lay there beneath him, naked except for the white lacy panties. She's so exquisite, so beautiful...and soon would be his. Open your legs. I need you right now.

He slipped a hand down her panties, white lacy panties as virginal as the sweet flesh it concealed. He ripped them in his impatience as he shoved the flimsy fabric down, yanking her legs apart to get at her secret core.

She blushed when he stared at her nakedness, at the sweet little pink slit at her center, so tightly closed as if a finger won't fit.

Oh god, the taste of her. Kokoro arched, grabbing his hair as he sucked on her clit. Was it too much? Was he being too rough? She called his name and planted her feet on his bed, letting him have her.

She tasted like joy and energy, and all the forbidden fantasies he'd locked out of his mind. He wanted to devour her, demolish her. He didn't know how he was going to do it yet, but he wasn't restricting himself anymore.

He hooked an arm around one of her thighs to keep her legs open even as he moved away to explore her body. He kissed her pelvis, her soft, sweet belly, the place where she'd carry his child. The thought of her big and heavy with his baby thrilled him beyond imagination. And then her beautiful breasts with taut, puckered nipples. He longed to bite her, mark her, pinch those nipples until she screamed and begged him to stop. Oh dear lord, no, no, no.

Her hips undulated against his body, inviting him to take her. Her fingers traced his waistband, tugging at his boxers. He pinned her down with his body, grinding against her hot, wet center with the head of his cock through his boxers. Already, the sensation was too much.

For two years they've been together, worked in her garden, ate and laughed together, pushed the boundaries, make out until they both teetered on the brink of insanity, but none of those times felt anything like this. He felt transformed by desire, blinded, shocked at how much he wanted her.

He pulled away, trying to get himself under control. Condom. If he didn't handle that now, he never will. Mitsuru's hand shook as he reached for the drawer where he'd kept the contraceptive and tore one of the foil with his teeth. He kicked off his boxers and rolled on the condom by sheer force of will. The will to protect her. Not from anything she might catch from him—he hadn't had sex since forever, but from his irrational need to breed her. He wanted to come inside her with nothing between them, not even a thin layer of air. Shit.

Mitsuru looked at her, checking if she's still with him. Although he was afraid that at this point, it would be impossible for him to stop. Her eyes were glued to his cock, which was engorged and jutting and so fucking hard it hurt.

"Were you always this big?" Kokoro asked softly. For the first time, she looked as if her courage might falter.

In the two years he'd made it his quest to keep her untouched, she'd only seen him pull his cock through the fly of his pants a few times, but she'd never seen him like this. Not from base to tip.

"Do I scare you, sweetheart?"

"No." She whispered as she raised her arms to him. "But I want nothing between us." She looked at his cock sheathed in rubber.

His dick twitched in response, but Mitsuru shook his head. "I could get you pregnant."

"Just this once." Kokoro said, "It's a safe day for me."

He tore off the condom before she could change her mind, before he could overthink this. He was a fool to think he could control himself, to keep a lid on these urges when she was the only woman he'd ever wanted his entire life.

"Oh, Mitsuru..." She held his gaze, caressed his face, soft and unresisting as he parted her thighs with his knees, spreading her wide open.

"Waited so long for this." He whispered, kissing the side of her neck. "You're mine, Kokoro. Every inch of you." His fingers gently probed her entrance, stroking, tracing the tiny slit. "You're just for me." Then he withdrew his hand, and something else, something smoother, much bigger pressed against her and her body tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"No, no, no baby." Mitsuru chided, his hand reaching for hers and entwining their fingers. "Relax for me, sweetheart."

"I don't know why I'm so tense." Kokoro whispered in a shaky voice, "I've imagined this a million times, wanted you for so long."

"Me too." He kissed the tip of her nose then groaned as her body welcomed him with liquid warmth. "But nothing could compare to this."

Her breath hitched as his fingers gently rubbed circles over her clit, distracting her from the thick, hard cock that would soon ruin her for anyone else.

Mitsuru groaned as her softest flesh began to flutter against him, bathing the head of his cock with liquid heat as another orgasm vibrated through her body. He rubbed himself against the tiny opening, easing the pink lips apart as he coated himself in her slick arousal then slowly pressed inside.

They both paused as the head of his cock hit her hymen.

"Kokoro."

Her name slipped from his lips, spoken in the warmth of her mouth, but she heard it, felt it, all the way to her soul. It was the most tender of endearments. That single word, spoken from his heart, told her in a million more ways how much he loved her.

"Take me."

He held her gaze as he surged forward, breaking through the thin barrier with one forceful, deep thrust. Kokoro flinched but barely made a sound, only the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes betrayed her pain.

"Kokoro...baby..." His voice was so low, his eyes wild and dark with emotion as he paused. "Does it hurt?"

She didn't want him to stop, but her hesitation was enough answer. Kokoro made a small sound of protest when he withdrew, easing the stretching fire, but left her feeling empty. So achingly empty.

"Please...inside me, please..." She pleaded, fingers curling urgently at the sides of his hips, attempting to pull him back.

"Shh." Mitsuru said soothingly, "It's okay sweetheart."

There was blood on his cock, and she realized it was hers. No longer a virgin. His eyes narrowed almost to into slits, possessive, intense, smug with pleasure.

"You're mine now." He braced himself above her, then lowered his head, their lips meeting in the softest, most tender of kisses. "Let me take care of you, sweetheart. You're still too tight." His lips traveled down her body, kissing his way down until he reached where she ached.

He pressed his lips against her, kissing her entrance the same way he'd kissed her mouth, then lazily slid his tongue upward until he could lick her clit.

The rough textures of his tongue licking over such tender and sensitive flesh with sensual strokes drove Kokoro to madness. She trembled from head to toe, just a breath away from her climax.

Pressure. All she needed was a tiny bit more of pressure in the right place and he'd set off her orgasm to exploding heights. But he continued with gentle, featherlike caresses.

"Mitsuru...please..."

He smacked another kiss on her clit before nuzzling her. "This time, I want to feel you come around my cock."

He flicked his tongue lovingly over her clit, too light, too gentle to send her over the edge making her squirm with torment. "Will never get enough of your taste."

Kokoro stared at him through passion-glazed eyes, unable to move. Her entire body was liquid. He'd reduced her to a breathless, quivering mass of desire.

He pulled back and then positioned himself at her opening. "Look at me, Kokoro. Only at me."

She locked her gaze with his just as he pushed inside her. Her breath caught and then came out in a gasp as she felt him stretch her open. His size still came as a shock, he felt so much more larger than he appeared.

"Am I hurting you?" Mitsuru asked as he trailed kisses down her throat, his rhythm still gentle, easy, coaxing her taut muscles to relax, to give him deeper access.

"Just stretched full." Kokoro replied, running her hands down his back. She wanted him deeper, overwhelmed by his size but desperate for more. She didn't know it would be like this, it no longer felt just physical, but an invasion of her person, of her very soul.

"It's alright baby. You can take this. Own it. Own me. " He sounded like a man at the end of his rope.

He pressed down again, and she felt her pussy stretch around his cock even as it ached from the invasion. Just when she thought she couldn't bear the pressure a moment longer, her muscles relaxed enough to let him slide deep. Pain cut through her like a dagger. He felt too much to take, but instead of voicing her pain, she focused on his face. His expression being inside her eased the discomfort considerably.

I love you.

There was no sound to the words. Only his lips moving. Only his eyes closed, his expression absorbed, tight with emotion and a male pleasure so open and raw.

Mitsuru kneaded her hips and eased forward, penetrating so deep she felt him slide beneath her navel. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he drove the rest of the way in, until she felt his balls rest below her pussy lips.

"God almighty, this is some tight cunt." His low, feral voice made her shiver.

Mitsuru clenched his jaw, her pussy gripped him, triggering every nerve ending in his dick. He growled as he sank inside her, inch by fucking inch, forcing his way into her slick tightness. The sight of her freshly broken-in cunt spreading tightly around his cock made him want to thrust, to take her hard until she was crying out with it. Desperately he fought for control, the effort tearing away at his guts.

She was still virgin tight as if he hadn't stretched her around his cock. Shouldn't she be a bit looser now? He was so hard for her, so iron hard that the penetration held an edge of pain. There was so much sensation, between the intensity of her heat and her squeezing muscles.

"Kiss me." She requested in a needy whisper, fingers tangling in his hair.

The invasion of his tongue was as carnal, as ruthless as his cock plowing between her thighs. Kokoro could only moan into his mouth as he began to rock his hips back and forth, stretching her with so much thickness she could feel the crown of his cock scraping past her entrance as he moved in and out.

Orgasm hit her hard and so fast, without warning. "Oh god...oh my god!" Kokoro cried out as her pussy clenched around his hard flesh, pleasure so hot, so intense consumed her. Mitsuru wedged his cock deep inside her as if to relish the pulses of her pleasure.

"Look at me." He said through gritted teeth, shifting his hips, changing the angle of his penetration without pulling out. "Look at me while you're coming."

Kokoro gasped as if she couldn't get enough air, and stared into eyes that were more dark than green, which only heightened her climax as her flesh pulsed around him.

"That's my girl." Mitsuru murmured, watching pleasure transform her face, the way sexual gratification turned her eyes hazy. Heat bloomed in her cheeks, down to her chest, between her breasts as he dropped kisses on her skin.

"That was so intense." Kokoro whispered when she could speak again. "I want more."

"Oh, you're going to get more." He drew out of her in a long, slow slide, maximizing the friction. He was so thick, way too thick to exit her wet pussy silently, but finally, finally, he popped out. "You're so wet, sweetheart." He murmured, slapping the head of his cock upon her slick mound. She gasped as he used it to friction her clit, sliding the ridge of his cock up and down over the sensitive bud.

Mitsuru rose to his knees, aiming his cock down at the swollen, reddened slit of her cunt, watching her soft flesh surrender, giving way to the thick crown. The light pink pussy lips thinned, stretching tight around his girth, the veined shaft slowly sinking inside her as Kokoro threw her head back with a sharp release of breath.

Then without warning, he took up a series of rough, deep thrusting, and within seconds, the heat and wetness surrounding him threatened to push him over the edge.

"You feel so fucking good." He could feel the tiny caresses of her pussy, sucking him like a hot, little mouth. Her soft flesh gripped him, pulsing with raw, wanton need.

Mitsuru slowed down his strokes, then pulled out from the sweet grip of her cunt until the angry red tip of his cock was exposed. A thick glistening rope of cum trailed from the head and her swollen, slick labia.

He needed this to last longer. He wanted to enjoy her gasps, those soft little moans that drove him crazy, the hungry movements of her hips as she met his thrusts. God have mercy. He wanted to conquer her, to own her, to imprint himself upon her in the most primal way a man could.

"Don't stop." Kokoro said, "Mitsuru...please..." Her pussy tingled and ached for his possession, wet and needy. She shoved her clit against the hard tip of his cock, rubbing herself to appease the need burning her inside out. She wanted him inside her more than anything. She needed him inside.

With a grunt of capitulation or lost control, he caught her up in his arms, trapping her beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, angling her hips to receive his thrust. He pinned her down, and Kokoro could barely hold back a scream as he plowed her with his cock, the heavy wedge of flesh stretching her pussy with bruising pressure. He was so hard. Brutally hard.

Their eyes met again, but something was different this time, as if a slumbering beast was unleashed in both of them. The need to take and be taken. The connection almost felt too much within their eye contact, as if the months of denied longing, unfulfilled lust finally caught up to them like an avalanche.

His lips were no longer gentle—kissing, biting, imparting dominance, promising her greater heights of pleasure. Mitsuru was so much more in that moment, so unbearably overwhelming. Tender, cruel, forceful, huge, imposing, all of his body possessing hers. And she delighted in his dominance.

"You're too big." Kokoro whispered, looking down between their bodies. The sight of her pussy lips spreading wide to make room for his thick flesh stole her breath. "It's too much."

"Is it?" He smiled and paused, then leaned down to nibble her lips. "Or do you want more?"

"More please." She gasped. "I want more."

"That's what I thought."

He grasped her flailing legs, hiking her ankles over his shoulders, lifting her hips higher, and then made her scream as he pressed down, forcing his thick cock into her tight cunt.

Her pussy resisted, then stretched to accommodate his penetration, but her moan rose to a soft cry before he could get all the way in. Mitsuru retreated and waited, the head of his cock half inside. It still felt so tight.

"Stop resisting me." He growled. "Just let me in."

"I want to..." Kokoro gasped, forcing her muscles to relax. "I'm trying..."

The stretch was unbearable and delicious, raw and carnal. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still, her body invaded by the power of his thrusts, pounding her slick, hungry pussy.

"So good, so fucking good." He whispered, his breath hot against her ear. H e grabbed her hips, pressing her pelvis against his, drilling her with brutal force. He fucked her like he wanted to hurt her, jerking, thrusting, impaling her on his cock. Mitsuru used the bed for leverage as he worked her pussy with his oversized shaft.

She didn't know sex would be like this. Wild and crazy. Was it because they've waited so long? He covered her body with his, muscular and hard, and so commanding, so wonderfully frightening. She had quickly learned his rhythm, their hips rocked together, and every time he entered and left her, there was a greater shock of pleasure.

"Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeezing every inch of my cock." He pinched and worked her clit, pressing his fingers against the sensitive bud to the point of pain. Kokoro bucked her hips, trying to escape his rough caresses, but he only fucked her harder and faster, his cock hitting her sweet spot over...and over...and over...and over.

Her sensual abandon was glorious. Breathtaking, as she squirmed wildly beneath him, her pussy contracting around his length as she screamed his name.

He pulled her towards him, cinching his arms around her waist so she couldn't escape his final thrusts, no matter how hard and brutal they were. Kokoro arched her hips, letting him drive even deeper.

That was all it took to snap his control, her scent, her hot little cunt shoving against him. His limbs trembled as he rode through his orgasm with a final set of violent thrusts, cupping her face and gazing into her eyes for the last hard strokes. He couldn't say anything, the depth of his pleasure had stolen his voice.

-o-

The moment Hitoshi saw the club pool packed full with pretty girls in skimpy bikinis, he knew he'd made the right decision to come.

For the past few weeks he had been seething with rage. He has stopped visiting the Udon house the moment he knew that something has changed. Though Kokoro and Mitsuru still acted like they normally would as they helped her grandma run the noodle shop, Hitoshi could see it in their body language—the familiarity between them has always been there, but now there's a different kind of intimacy. It hit him then, Mitsuru had fucked her.

Hitoshi clenched his fists in impotent rage. He was in denial, but it's plain for anyone with two eyes that the couple has taken their relationship to that level.

Mitsuru still had that possessive glint in his eyes whenever he looked at Kokoro, but now it wasn't pained or tormented like before. Which only meant he's banging his girlfriend regularly now. Shit!

Telling himself that he's over her, that there were plenty more 'prospects' out there, and he could begin right now, in this clubhouse pool party with plenty of sexy girls. Feeling his mood lighten somewhat, Hitoshi entered the pool house to change out of his clothes into swimming trunks. He was folding his clothes in one of the cubicles when a pair of voices entered the building. A boy and a girl. He heard the door close and the lock slide into place.

He was about to make himself known when he recognized the voices: Mitsuru and Kokoro. Damn. This could get awkward for him real quick, so what was he to do?

It's possible the two have entered the pool house to change into their swimsuits as well. He could just wait until they leave before making his exit as well.

Looking through the crack of the cubicle door, Hitoshi took a peek at the couple. Contrary to his initial thought, they were already in their swimsuits and appeared to be preparing to leave the party.

"Kokoro...not here." Hitoshi heard Mitsuru speak in a choked voice.

"Why not? The door's locked, no one will get in." Kokoro's voice was playful, teasing.

Hitoshi didn't want to peep, he knew what goes on between two lovers when they're alone. But he couldn't resist the burning curiosity.

Kokoro was still in her white bikini, kneeling in front of her boyfriend, stroking his rigid cock with two hands. It really felt quite obscene to be staring at another man's dick, but Hitoshi found his eyes glued to it.

The cock he was gawking at was bigger than his. And he knew that even if Kokoro left Mitsuru for him, he will never be able to reach the places where Mitsuru had been. A sharp pang made his chest tighten but found himself unable to look away.

"You said you'd teach me." Kokoro said softly as she ran her hands along his length. She knelt up, the smooth palms of her hands laid across his inner thighs, making Mitsuru shiver for a moment. It only made his cock harder, the pulse visible even from a distance.

"Suck on the head first." Mitsuru instructed in a husky voice.

Kokoro opened her mouth wide, but still, she was choking almost immediately. He was so large it was difficult to fit inside her mouth.

She made a popping sound as she released him. "Just show me how you like it."

He held her by the hair, then pushed deeper, making her cough and gag. Hitoshi was torn by myriad emotions, aroused and hurt, angry by the sight he hadn't noticed that he had taken out his own cock and was stroking it. He looked at it as if it was an alien object, when the wet sound of flesh smacking flesh brought his attention back to the couple. Mitsuru fisted his cock and began tapping her cheek with it, first the left, then the right cheek.

"Lick underneath." He murmured, " Fuck. That feels so good baby..." Kokoro found the hypersensitive spot under the head and began to lick.

Then he made her take as much of the shaft as she possibly could, each time Kokoro gagged, but he was patient with her, letting her take him deeper into the entrance of her throat over and over again at her own pace.

"I'm going to cum down your throat."

Her lips clung around the tip of his cock, sucking him as Mitsuru worked his hand back and forth.

"Put your tongue out." He said in a choked voice, then tapped the head of his dick against the rough velvet of her tongue. Mitsuru closed his eyes and groaned, gave one more pull and the first jet of semen spurted into her mouth. He circled the tip of his cock against her tongue, swirling the creamy thickness and then slid back into her mouth, warm and rigid and emptied the last of his release into the back of her throat.

Hitoshi bit his lip to keep himself from crying out as he spurted into his palm. God, that felt so good. Now came the shame and anger, the self-condemnation. And yet, despite himself, he still couldn't look away. Even as it pained him, he wanted to see more. Perhaps there's a little masochist inside him after all, that took perverse pleasure in this humiliation.

"Show me your pussy."

Hitoshi watched with bated breath as her shaky fingers tugged her bikini to the side, parting her legs wide. Impatiently, Mitsuru ripped the thin fabric of the panties and they fell down one leg to hang at her ankle. He cupped her soft flesh, then spread his fingers into a V, exposing the entrance to her pussy.

God, she was so wet, so pink in the soft light of the room. Mitsuru ran the tip of his finger from her clit down to her opening and slid it inside to the knuckle. She was so tight, her flesh clung to his finger like a jealous vise.

"Mitsuru..." She shuddered violently, her hips arching in response. Kokoro sucked in her breath when he knelt down before her and lowered his head between her splayed thighs.

Hitoshi couldn't see what he was doing, could only hear the wet, hungry flicks of tongue against slick flesh and her soft moans as Mitsuru kissed and tasted her.

"That was so good." Kokoro whispered as she recovered from her orgasm. Hitoshi felt his cock twitch in response as he saw the lust in her face. Except it wasn't his cock that held Kokoro's attention, but her boyfriend's which was hard and eager once more.

Kokoro reached to stroke the thick flesh once, twice, making him groan before abruptly pulling her hand away. "Maybe we should get back to the party."

Mitsuru growled when she nimbly stepped away from his grasp and pranced towards the exit. She squealed and then began laughing as Mitsuru caught up with her and pulled her inside the glass shower enclosure. Her laughter died down when she found herself pressed against the glass wall. He spread her legs and angled her hips so he could penetrate her easily.

She wiggled her ass, making him miss her entrance. Mitsuru smacked her bottom playfully. "Stay still you naughty girl." Holding her hip with one, and his cock with the other, he probed her tight hole.

"You're resisting me, Kokoro." Mitsuru said as his fingers dug more tightly into her ass. "Open for me. Take me all the way," he ordered.

He gave another hard push and she gasped when he only gained an inch. Then he pulled out, slow, so achingly slow, the sharp contrast of his dusky cock rippling over swollen, pink sensitive flesh nearly made Hitoshi orgasm on the spot.

"You can't come yet." Mitsuru said wickedly. "Not until I say so." Then he waited, the head of his cock just resting against her entrance.

"No!" Kokoro cried, her hips arching back, seeking his cock, wanting him to fuck her some more. "Don't stop please! Mitsuru!"

He slapped her ass instead. "I take you, you don't take me. Understand?" Smack. Smack. "You'll get my cock when I want to."

"Mitsuru don't be mean!" She whimpered, wriggling her hips in desperation. Her restless movements inadvertently turned the shower handle and water rained on them both.

"Now see what you've done. Naughty girls like you should be punished." Mitsuru nibbled her ear, making her squeal again. Then he surged forward, until his hips slapped against her hips.

Mitsuru rotated his hips once, twice, as if trying to loosen her pussy with his cock. Kokoro shrieked when he got too deep and tried to jerk away but the shower enclosure kept her in place, unable to escape him.

He smacked her ass with an open hand, making her shriek again. "Behave." Mitsuru growled, grabbing her hips as if to keep her in place. "Behave and take this like a good girl."

"Mitsuru..." She gasped, as he brutally drilled her, so hard the force lifted her feet off the floor with each bruising thrust. His entry was rough, delicious, intensely pleasurable.

Her palms slapped against the wet shower wall and she turned her head so that her cheek was flush against the glass. She closed her eyes as he ruthlessly fucked her from behind while water rained down over them both.

He covered her hand that was pressed on the wall, entwining their fingers, making her scream as his hips jackhammered into her.

"That...feels...so...good." Her voice shook from the violent fucking. Kokoro turned her head to the side and began to kiss Mitsuru's hand. "Give...me more..."

He chuckled again, just when she was about to cry, he grabbed her waist and gave her deep, ruthless thrusts. "Like this? Does your greedy pussy want more? Huh?" Her entire body shook as he pounded into her, but Kokoro only cried out her pleasure.

"Oh, God ."

"I'm fucking you, baby. You're all mine. Do I feel good in your pussy?"

She let out a soft, helpless whimper that seemed to excite him all the more. Much to Hitoshi's slack-jawed amazement, Mitsuru became more punishing, soon the harsh sounds of raw fucking louder than the shower filled the room.

Hitoshi didn't understand at first what was happening when Kokoro began to writhe, legs squirming wildly, but instead of stopping, Mitsuru held her securely and kept on fucking her. When she tried to get away, he grabbed both her arms and held her wrists at the small of her back. Then he fucked her, and boy, did he fuck her real good.

A couple more punishing thrusts later and Mitsuru was coming as well. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, muffling his harsh groans against her shoulder as he spurted inside her pussy.

Hitoshi bit the inner wall of his cheek to keep himself from moaning as his hand brought him relief as well. Humiliation and pleasure was such a heady combination.

The couple stood under the shower, flesh still connected as they kissed and caressed each other, speaking too softly for Hitoshi to hear.

Kokoro giggled at something Mitsuru whispered into her ear. He dropped kisses along her neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. Thick, creamy cum ran down her inner thighs before the shower washed them away. He had pumped her so full of cum, it took a while before she stopped dripping with semen.

Hitoshi tucked his now limp dick back into his swimming trunks, intent on hiding more carefully now, hoping he doesn't get caught peeping.

A/N: This wasn't the original story I wanted to post, but I kept getting distracted, meaning i kept changing stuff so I end up with an inncoherent mess instead. lol

Eoula - I've thought of adding Hitoshi's reaction in the previous story, but evidently like this one, I'm really not good with angst. haha.