Mere minutes after getting off the train, Megumi was alone with this stranger in a love hotel.

They were kissing.

Megumi had squeaked in shock when he had seized her lips after tossing aside his briefcase. She never knew this would be how she would have her first kiss. But after his lips peeled off of hers and seized them again, and again, and again, establishing a slow but savorous rhythm that left her feeling breathless, she found herself wanting more, kissing him back with an enthusiasm that offset her lack of experience.

"Mmph…!"

Try as she might, she couldn't hold back little noises as they kept going. She lost track of time and space, stumbling with the stranger through the room that she had only glanced at. Her eyes squeezed shut as the heat inside of her blossomed with every kiss, with every touch the stranger began to give through her clothes, his fingers working their way to undress her with expert precision as they kept making out.

Megumi gave another little mewl, separating from his lips. She opened her eyes, her hands clutching at his neck as the heat inside of her was set alight. It was difficult to repress her vocal reactions, but it was nigh impossible now as she sat on the room's bed as the stranger fingered her while playing with her bare nipple.

She panted, limp in his grasp. Megumi didn't know when he had started doing this to her, when he had taken off her uniform jacket, undone the red ribbon of her uniform, slipped his hand under the band of her skirt and plunge his fingers inside of her slick pussy, but she found that she didn't care. She let herself get carried away by sparks elicited from every pump of his wrist. He would curl his fingers in a way that made her feel better than she'd ever felt, playing with herself all alone.

This was all so wrong. She had lied to her parents that she'd be staying over at a friend's house, and now she was being fingered and played with by a grown man. It was something she shouldn't be doing…and yet, it was precisely why this was all so accurate. What was wrong with her? That was something Aki-kun would think. Life wasn't some eroge, there wasn't any reason for her to fall into tropes, least of all the disgusting sexual ones.

But again, Megumi found it hard to care, not when it was already feeling this good. If anything she could just pin the blame on Aki-kun for being such a corrupting degenerate.

Megumi bit back a moan when the stranger pinched her nipple. She looked down at how small her breasts and her body in general looked in comparison to his huge hands, eyes watering as she watched him take that nipple in between his thumb and forefinger again, rolling it between them. Her eyes drifted down to his hand under her skirt, her eyelids fluttering when he began to curl them again. She felt her insides get creamier, hotter, as if preparing Megumi for him.

"You're a tight girl," he said to her, his lips and his words making her shiver despite the fact that they felt so hot against the skin of her neck. She felt his nose brush up towards her ear, feeling him inhale her scent. "You never had sex before, have you? Never been touched like this?"

Megumi shook her head, breaths growing more ragged. The man chuckled, his barreled chest echoing against her back.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll feel better than you ever have."

With that he slid his fingers out of her cunt. They were sticky and slick against her skin when he began to rub back and forth on her engorged clit. Megumi's throat let out a desperate wheeze, more tears springing to her eyes. She'd never felt like this before. She'd fingered herself, played with herself, but even in her most rapturous moments she'd never kick out and dig in her heels into the bed like she was doing now.

He kept torturing her like that with his fingers, focusing on her clit, intent on making her orgasm. Megumi could feel it bubbling over, feel the heat of her loins burn to an unbearable peak. She gasped for air, her usually-stoic expression now twisted with the pleasure that wracked through her body. It was in the middle of this, as her fingers dug into his neck, her body beginning to squirm as her feet gave little kicks, that the stranger swooped down and began to suck on her nipple.

Megumi came. Her whole body went tense, her world swirling in a dizzying flurry of white heat. She felt his arms wrap around her, faintly heard the bedsprings squeak a bit as he repositioned himself, but those were only tertiary, white noise to the searing pleasure that tore through her.

The next she opened her eyes, Megumi found herself lying on her back. She breathed hard, catching her breath, feeling hot. She felt some beads of sweat already forming on her nape. It didn't help that she was still wearing her uniform, the long sleeves a bit constricting now; she and the stranger had been so wrapped up in their passion they didn't She felt something tugging down at her thighs. Raising herself up on her arms, she saw the stranger between her legs. He was pulling off her panties.

Megumi felt the urge to close up her legs. But his eyes…they peered at her most private place with a hunger that sent a shiver up her spine. The same eyes looked up at her with the same look. Without a word, he kept pulling the pink cotton of her panties down her legs. Megumi lifted one leg up a bit, pulling it back through the opening. The stranger didn't bother slipping it off with other leg, leaving her panties clinging to her right thigh.

It was then that Megumi noticed that he was completely naked. She caught a glimpse of his cock. It was huge. She thought penises like that could only exist in the world of otaku fantasies, of hentai and eroge. It twitched, its veiny skin pulsing. He was like this for her… The notion sent another shiver down her spine, one that almost matched the next that ran through her when she felt his fingers dive into her snatch.

The stranger flipped her pleated skirt up against her stomach to expose her crotch. Megumi blushed at the exposure, but just lay there, watching. A bit of shame sneaked into her flustered embarrassment; she had grown a little bush down there, and the stranger ran through the wiry hair with his fingers, peeling it back to see her exposed cunt. Yet…

"Beautiful little pussy," he said under his breath, the words making Megumi's face burn hotter than ever.

Then, a moment later, his face dove between her legs. A moan bubbled up and died out in her throat as Megumi's breath was ripped out of her chest. She felt his mouth begin to devour her, hearing the wet sounds as his tongue wedged itself inside of her, her folds kissed and sucked by his voracious lips. Megumi dug her fingers into the sheets, falling back to the bed, squeezing her eyes tight.

Liquid fire seemed to sear her every nerve as the man ate her out like a starving beast. It didn't take long for him to bring Megumi to orgasm. It rocked her body as hard as the last one, her hips rocking into his face. But he didn't stop. Even when she let out a shrill moan, the first one of the night, the stranger kept eating her out, hands lifting her from the sheets by slipping over her exposed ass.

Megumi's mind folded in on itself, unable to bear the full brunt of the pleasure that kept crashing into her again, and again, and again. It was like the orgasm never ended, chaining along to make her body a puppet at the whim of this stranger's tongue. Her back kept arching back, her head digging into the sheets. She clenched her teeth, sucking in sweet little gasps. It was when she was on the verge of her third climax when she felt the stranger pull back from her folds. Her eyes flew open when that chain of heat exploded.

She gave another squeak, looking down. The stranger had taken his thumb and was rubbing her clit, his hand a blur as he gave it all he had, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, fast and hard and-

Megumi had the most powerful orgasm yet, her whole frame seizing up as her quiet rose up into a shrill mewl. Her eyes squeezed shut once more. Before it got too loud, the force of the climax made her hold an involuntary breath, her mind melting under the waves that pulsed through her skin. Breath after labored breath, Megumi lost herself in a climax that had her feeling like it was collapsing in on itself in a flurry of white. She felt her thighs become stained in her sticky heat, her hips unable to control themselves as she bucked up and down, restraining herself by gripping tighter on the sheets.

She felt a tiny eternity slip by.

Something grazed her clit, sliding past her lower folds. The sensation brought her back to reality, and she blinked her eyes open. They widened again.

The stranger was now positioned between her legs. He had his hands wrapped . His cock, fat and thick, was nestled right against her virgin cunt. It stretched so far past her folds that its tip almost cleared her bellybutton. The stranger ran it along her pussy, up and down. Unlike her last glimpse at it, most of its veiny skin was wrapped in the yellow latex of a condom. The sight was too monstrous for Megumi to believe, a lump forming in her throat at the thought of it stuffing itself inside of her.

The stranger's hands gave her a reassuring squeeze, catching her attention. She looked up at him. His eyes, though still possessing that dangerous hunger, looked warm now, gentler.

"Are you sure you want this?" he said.

He didn't need to say anything else to imply the full weight of the question. He was a stranger whose name she didn't even know, some man she had seduced and pulled into a love hotel because of sheer curiosity…

Megumi paused, and as that question hung in the air her eyes wandered down to the stranger's body, those fit pecs, the abs, how his tanned skin contrasted her creamy paleness.. She looked up at his face again, remembering that cocky smile that seemed to leap from the pages of Aki-kun's favorite "reference material". With the blond hair, he really was the picture perfect archetype of a man from a "bad end"...and now, as she lay there with this stranger's cock throbbing against her clit, its weight and heat pressed up against her, Megumi was ready to play the heroine.

She looked up at him, and without a word, gave a silent nod.

The stranger pulled his hips back, his massive cock sliding off of Megumi's skin. He slid his right hand off of her thigh, wrapping it around his base. Megumi kept watching as he aimed it for her folds, her breath catching in her throat as his tip kissed them.

In the next breath, his hips pressed forward, his bulbous head slipping inside of Megumi's virgin pussy.

Her fingers clutched the sheets tight as she felt that massive head of his keep pushing inside of her. Each inch of it made her skin crawl with gooseflesh, and she squirmed under him, only to remain in place, his hands clamped tight around her slim waist. Tears gathered at the sides of her eyes as he advanced past her hymen, the skin offering zero resistance due to her wet she was.

Megumi heard the stranger groan. The inwards push stopped. When she looked down, she was shocked to see he was barely halfway inside of her.

"F-Fuck, you're tight. Are you okay?"

Megumi appreciated his concern. "Okay" was a feeling that she didn't know could describe the flood of emotions flowing through her. But she knew all the stranger saw was her usual blank face coupled with a furrowed brow, and tears beading up on the sides of her eyes. She nodded.

He smiled, then reached over with his hand cupping one cheek and sliding his thumb under her eyelid, catching her tears. He slipped the hand away and slid its finger under her other eye.

Then, he began to pull out. There wasn't any blood as Megumi had seen depicted in so much of Blessing Software's research material. And, as the stranger began to pump into her, stretching her out, inching deeper and deeper, it didn't feel as horrible as all that lewd research material said it would.

The stranger kept cycling his hips, the pace increasing and increasing until he found a rhythm. Megumi bore it, her legs splayed to the side as she just clenched her fingers into the sheets, her body rocking up the bed with every thrust. She felt like something was punching up into her lungs. It wasn't pleasant, but after a few more cycles of the stranger's hips, that pain dulled out. Who knew this is what losing your virginity felt like? Megumi felt insides had to growing more acclimated, reformed to accommodate for this stranger. Like she was being refitted specifically for his cock.

He kept grunting, his naked body's muscles bristling as he kept throbbing inside of her. She looked up at the man, his countenance twisted in its own grimace as the sex grew faster. Megumi's breath was knocked out of her with every thrust. The pain had numbed, Megumi's focus shifting instead to how her body's instinct was to loosen up, let this man drill into her deeper.

Faster, and faster, the man kept sawing his cock into Megumi. His grip on her skin was so tight, she swore he could wrap both of his hands around her waist completely.

She felt his gaze on her body, his eyes fixating on how her breast shook and jiggled with every thrust. She liked how that felt, how his eyes drank her in, how one of his gripping hands couldn't resist the temptation to slide up her skin, squeezing a breast.

He still wasn't fully inside of her, but by the way his groans kept getting deeper, louder, and more frequent, Megumi could see that she was making him feel good. Something about that made her more excited. She clenched around him by instinct, and she earned a throb. The stranger took a deeper breath after that. Megumi noticed.

He was going faster than ever now, the hold on her waist almost tight enough to leave welts. She felt him pummeling into her deeper, deeper, but she could tell he was holding back; it was too much for the stranger as it was. She felt her excitement mount again, her breath shortening as he got faster, struck deeper. To her bewilderment, the discomfort of his battering only began to feel good. She said as much as he drew out a short squeal.

"Good…" she said, her quiet voice just barely drifting above the churning sound of her pussy being pummeled. Megumi had to suck in a gasp, her wide golden eyes looking up at the stranger, brow furrowed. She bit into her lip, squeezing her eyes a bit when a pulse of pleasure struck her core. She clenched around the man's cock again, and he groaned. "This feels…so good…!"

Megumi's words had a clear effect on the man, his pace inside of her stuttering. She felt his cock throbbing again, and again, and she clenched around him. He let out a yelp, and the hand at her breast pinched her nipple in response. Megumi let out a haggard gasp, her eyelids fluttering as all the sensations were swirling together, overwhelming her. She could feel herself so close to yet another climax, unable to keep her mouth shut as she panted.

That was when the stranger's hand found her face. She nuzzled into it as he sped up his thrusts, her breaths quickening again. She felt those pulses of heat inside of her blossom, spreading across her skin. The hand on her face found her mouth, and to her surprise he stuck his thumb over her bottom lip. On instinct, Megumi's tongue flicked it, then, played with it, his thumb probing deeper. Her lips closed around his thumb as the sex grew to a fever pitch. With her expression stoic, she sucked.

"O-Ohghn…!"

The stranger's face went red as he tried to hold in a breath. She watched as he tried keeping the throbbing of his cock at bay, but all of a sudden the breath burst out of his chest in a loud yelp as she felt a foreign heat begin to balloon inside of her. It wasn't until the stranger's thrusts stopped to become little back and forth sawing and when he collapsed forward did Megumi realize he just came.

As the stranger rode out his climax, the heat swelled bigger in her. Though didn't feel as good as the sex was getting earlier, the sensation was enough to make Megumi's breath stutter a bit.

Several seconds later, the stranger was done, catching his breath.

But when he drew his meat out of Megumi's deflowered petals, it was very evident that he wasn't finished: he was still as hard as he was when he started. Indeed, looking at the stranger now, even after such an intense orgasm, he still didn't look winded. He slipped off the filled condom, throwing it aside to the sheets. Megumi saw it splatter and spill next to her, transfixed on how much cum he'd filled the latex with.

Her attention went back to the stranger when he leaned over in a sudden move, looking down on Megumi, arms pillared on either side of her head. He had that charming but cocky smile now. Not a word, and he swooped down, capturing her lips again. Megumi kissed him back, her arms eventually looping around his shoulders as the kisses grew heated and wet.

In the middle of it, Megumi's body seized up as the stranger shoved his fingers inside of her. Merciless, he pumped them in and out, faster and faster as his tongue shoved itself between her cheeks and pinned down her own. She let out small noises through her nostrils, hearing the slick sound of her hole getting stuffed.

Within a few more pumps of his wrist, Megumi came again, her eyes rolling into her head. Her body seized up, bucking up in sporadic upwards thrusts. She kept her mouth on his, even when her lungs screamed for air, Megumi wanted to feel his tongue filling her mouth as his fingers kept filling her amidst her own climax. It was insane, her every limb deadened with the intense streaks of heat that seared her nerves.

When she felt the last waves of the bliss recede, she felt that weight slap atop her pussy once more. Blinking herself back to reality, the stranger looked back at her, still looming above her. His fit body looked so big compared to her petite frame. She looked up at him, chest rising and falling, skin already a bit damp with sweat.

The stranger reached for the uniform that still clung to her shoulders, and he gave it a tug, gesturing for Megumi to help him slip her arms out of their sleeves. Once both arms were out, the shirt lay flat against the bed behind her. She had been so focused on slipping arms through sleeves that she didn't hear the crinkle of another condom wrapper. That was when she felt his cock slip inside of her again. Megumi gasped.

"Sorry for finishing so soon ngh! -earlier. You were just too beautiful. I got too excited," the stranger said, taking Megumi's hands one by one, locking his fingers between hers. With their hands gripping each other now, he guided them above her head. "I'll make it up to you now."

The word "beautiful" echoed in Megumi's head. He was only the second person to ever tell her that, and her chest tightened at the thought of Aki-kun. Was she really…?

He gave a hard thrust, and Megumi choked out a wheeze. Their eyes locked as he pulled his hips back before snapping them back into her once more, both of them letting our harsh exhales, mouths pried open by haggard breaths. In and out, in and out, the stranger pumped into Megumi. She just kept panting, trying to keep her breaths steady as he rocked her to the core.

Only a few more strokes and Megumi was on the brink once more. She felt the heat inside of her emanate in stimulating ripples, gasping at each unintentional clench she made around his cock. The stranger seemed to feel that, and as if he wanted to help her along he lowered himself down and caught one of her jiggling tits between his lips. His tongue lavished her breast, drawing out more noises from her throat. She tightened her fingers laced with his, pushing her chest out, her head lolling back and forth on the sheets.

In and in and in and in, the stranger didn't relent in the pace of his hips. The more she felt the pulses of her heat, the looser Megumi felt, the more she wanted him to slide in deeper.

She felt the stranger's arms push her own up higher above her head. Megumi felt stretched out like a piece of meat, vulnerable and defenseless. His tongue went to her other tit as he kept pounding her. She could hear the moist churn of her folds louder than ever. She felt his mouth kiss her collarbone, his tongue and his lips moving between tits, up to her neck, kissing across her shoulder. Another small noise slipped out of her lips when she felt him begin to lick her armpits.

Embarrassment flashed for but a moment before it melted into the brew of carnal madness that was taking hold of her; it didn't matter what this man did to her, the fact that he worshiped her body like this turned into pleasure all of its own.

Megumi endured the sensory onslaught, her head pushing back against the mattress with every pulse of heat that coursed through her. It wouldn't take long until it all overwhelmed her, and another climax tore through her. The waves crashed into her core, and she let out a shuddering squeal, her mind once again falling apart.

Unlike her previous orgasms, this time, the stranger didn't stop.

Megumi was unable to choke back the breathless squeal that left her throat as the stranger kept pounding into her, pushing his cock past the tight pulses of her inner slickness. In her oversensitive state, Megumi's orgasm seemed to never end.

The stranger groaned from above her, tunneling into her cunt, his throbbing shaft squeezing past the asphyxiating grip of her inner heat. She felt every inch of it go deeper, deeper, deeper, until one powerful thrust stole both of their breaths away, and he was hilted inside of her.

Megumi shivered, eyes wide and mouth agape. It felt as if he was poking at her throat from the inside, her chest tightening at how full she felt, at how his meat stretched out her insides to accommodate.

The stranger withdrew from her skin, his face coming up to hers as he reared his hips back before slamming them forward. His cockhead knocked near the entrance to her womb, each subsequent forwards thrust causing spots to form in her vision. He looked down at her, their panting swirling together. Megumi was feeling heady.

He relinquished her hands, leaving her limp arms to clutch at the sheets instead. He brought one of his hands to wipe away the bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, stroking it above her head as he thrust into her. It felt like he was petting her. The gentle gesture coupled with the loud smacks of his balls slamming into her taint was a dizzying juxtaposition to Megumi made only worse with his next words.

"You're doing so good, babygirl," he said, little grunts punctuating his sentences. "You're taking me like a champ. I'm going to go a little harder now."

He gave her another reassuring rub on the head before his hips gave a deep thrust that made her cum. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her voice blocked behind the breath caught in her throat. The stranger's mouth snapped onto hers, and in moments their tongues entwined as his thrusts got deeper, harder.

Megumi couldn't stop cumming. Her eyes rolled into her skull as she kept getting pounded into her deepest parts, his massive shaft hitting a spot inside of her that made her toes curl. Her legs reached up and locked behind him, making sure he couldn't escape her, heels digging into his ass to make sure he kept fucking her deep. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him as close as possible.

Every orgasm that coursed through Megumi made her pussy looser and wetter. She felt herself clutch at him, siphoning him into her as deep as he could get.

So this is what sex is like. Megumi's mind flashed with brief glimpses of hentai doujinshi panels, of nsfw art Aki-kun had shown her on Pixiv. She looked just like one of them right now: her mouth stuffed with a stranger's tongue, all four of her limbs pulling at his muscular and tanned skin, her creamy body pounded into a love hotel's bed in a mating press.

If only Aki-kun could see her now.

Would he be proud of her? Would he enjoy seeing her like this? Would he cum? The thought of that was so…strange. The very thought of Aki-kun himself somehow incited a deeper sensation inside her that made her instantly cum. She choked, ripping mouth off of the stranger's. All at once, her body froze up as Megumi endured the most powerful orgasm of her entire life.

The air was knocked out of her lungs. She clung to the stranger for dear life, breaths rapid and haggard as her body endured him pounding into her snatch on top of the orgasm that turned her brain into grey mush.

"F-Fuck you're so tight when you're cumming…!"

The stranger hissed out words through his teeth, his hands wrapped behind Megumi, her breasts pillowing against his solid chest. She couldn't do anything but take everything he had to give her, her sense of reality collapsing amidst the violent bliss that careened through her. The next time she opened her eyes, Megumi was upright now, her cunt still being pounded full of cock. But now, their skin rung out louder, and Megumi felt him strike her deeper.

A few more strokes broke her out of her bemused reverie, and she realized he had pulled her up to straddle his lap. He had his hands gripping her waist, pumping her up and down his shaft as his hips bucked up into her. She really felt like a cocksleeve, a toy for him to just use.

She clung tighter to his shoulders as the madness continued. He was drilling into her faster than ever now. Her head was right next to his and she heard him beginning to gasp, his ragged breaths matching the chaotic tempo of his bucking hips.

"Wh-Who's Aki-kun?"

The stranger's words made Megumi's chest tighten again.

"You kept ngh! moaning that when you came." the stranger explained between hissing breaths. She could feel his chest push against hers with every harsh inhale. "Your boyfriend?"

Megumi was still stunned. Why did she…?

She opened her mouth to say "no"...but something stopped her. A mewl slipped out of her throat. He wasn't her boyfriend, but it wouldn't be a true "bad ending" without…what was that word that Aki-kun always used to describe a heroine's infidelity?

Ah, right. "Netorare".

If Megumi was to really fill in the shoes of a heroine in a bad ending, she'd have to go all the way. So for now, Aki-kun was going to be her protagonist.

"Yes," she said, panting next to his ear. "Aki-kun is my boyfriend."

She felt him throb inside her, felt his arms snake around her back, bear-hugging as the entire bed quaked harder. She squeaked, biting into her lip, burying her face into the crook of the stranger's sweaty neck.

"So y-you've nghah..! -never let him touch you, but ngh! -you're letting a stranger fuck you?"

"Yes…" Megumi said in her normal tone. Even in her fucked-out state, she struggled to emote. It was even worse that she was role-playing now. "His penis is too small to satisfy my needs."

The stranger groaned next to her ear, his cock pulsing inside of her. Regardless of what she thought, he was certainly enjoying it, his thrusts getting faster, the springs of the bed squeaking so loud Megumi wondered if their neighbors could hear how hard she was getting fucked. She kept reciting more tropes from memory, trying her best to squeeze them out between her panting while failing miserably at making the dirty talk sound convincing.

But with each line that she said, she heard the stranger begin to unravel.

"I needed a big and strong adult to teach me about sex."

The stranger let out a long groan.

"I still love my boyfriend but I need to get fucked."

The stranger cursed, and his hands found themselves on her ass, squeezing and pushing her down onto his crotch.

"Your cock is making me forget about him. It's reshaping my insides to be made for you. Please, harder. Fuck me harder..!"

The stranger roared, a stark contrast to the almost monotone and near-passionless delivery of the words that made him cum. With one final upwards thrust, the stranger pulled Megumi into him as tight as he could. He fell apart in a series of stuttering grunts and groans.

Once again Megumi felt the condom balloon with the load that he filled it with. But this time, because was fully hilted, she felt the heat and the stickiness of his cum swell directly against the entrance to her womb. Her breath caught at that, her insides clenching without her thinking about it, milking the man to pump out as much as he could.

The stranger finished riding out his climax, relinquishing Megumi's body from his arms. Panting, the pair separated from each other's sweaty bodies. Megumi rose up from her knees. She squeaked at the sensation of his cock slipping out of her, all of those inches sliding out until the pop at the end made her weak in the knees. She felt so…hollow, her inner walls pulsing as they slowly folded in on themselves.

She fell to the bed between the stranger's legs. He kept sitting up, his head fallen back as he kept panting towards the ceiling.

His cock twitched in front of her, the filled condom drooping off of his tip.

Megumi swallowed at the sight. She reached over and slipped the condom off, earning a hiss from the stranger. He swung his head forward, just in time to see Megumi pour out the cum from the slimy latex onto her palm. Without even thinking, she lapped up the pooled stickiness with her tongue, like a cat to milk.

The stranger chuckled.

Megumi lifted her eyes and once again became transfixed as the stranger began pumping his shaft, the veiny skin growing more and more taut with every stroke. Although she'd just tasted cum, Megumi's mouth watered, as if her body already knew what she needed to do next.

"Let me give you a fresh load to taste, babygirl," the stranger said, sitting up, his other hand reaching out to give her shoulder a soft squeeze. He had on that smile again, that cocky smile. Megumi felt something inside of her pulsate. "You don't use that pretty mouth of yours enough, so how about we fix that?"

Moments later and Megumi was kneeling right in front of his throbbing prick. It poked at her nose as her tiny hands began to pump it in a small twisting motion. The stranger groaned, his hands on his shoulder, one in her hair. Then, she leaned down to lick. She didn't care much for the taste, but the more licks she gave, the more throbs she eeked out of him. She felt the man's hands dig into her skin and her hair deeper.

Megumi pushed forward, remembering all the fellatio she'd seen in her times researching for the club, recalling what AV actors do in porn.

A minute later and Megumi was moving her head up and down the stranger's tool. She tucked a lock of her hair behind an ear, her hair bobbing along with every forward push of her head. She concave her cheeks, sucking on the stranger with determination, breathing in deep through her nose.

This was…gross, fellatio being something that had initially confused her when she'd first encountered the copious amounts of it in the initial days of club research. But being in this position, blowing a stranger whose cock just took her virginity, feeling the heat and weight of it throbbing between her cheeks and knocking against the entrance to her throat…it all made sense in a mad sort of way.

At the very least, despite the tears she pushed through as her jaw grew sore, it turned her on; while one hand wrapped itself around his shaft's base to keep it steady, her other was between her legs, pumping themselves in and out of her cunt. Her arousal drizzled beneath her, staining the sheets.

The stranger was groaning all the while, encouraging her, praising her, telling her how beautiful she was. His hand ran up and down her back, squeezing her hot skin.

"F-Fuck you're so much curvier than I thought you were," the stranger said. Megumi peered up at him , eyes full of tears and mouth full of cock, her breaths hissing loud through her nostrils. She felt his eyes on her nakedness, roaming up and down as his other hand kept her head in place. "Who knew the quiet girl on the train would be such a teenage slut?"

The words lit a fire in Megumi. Her eyelids fluttering as the pulsating of her core grew worse, more of her arousal spurting out beneath her. Her finger flicked at her clit faster.

One more breath and Megumi slammed her face forward, earning a surprised gasp as she stuffed her throat full of this man's meat. Without hesitation Megumi reared her head back before slamming it forward again, gagging, choking, throat sop and clear strings of spit dribbling out of her lips. Tears blinded her as her face turned red with trying to suck in enough air to keep going.

But in only a few more strokes Megumi was deepthroating the stranger, her neck bulging with the outline of his cock.

"Holy f-fuck..!"

The stranger grabbed her head even tighter, pulling her into his crotch faster, his balls slamming into her chin. The next few minutes filled the room with the sound of gurgles and choking and curses as Megumi let her throat get fucked as hard as he had fucked her pussy. She found herself cumming before him, her body going limp in his grip as the man kept shoving her face into his crotch as if she were a ragdoll.

"Here's that taste you wanted so bad…!"

The stranger grunted through clenched teeth as he used both hands to grab into Megumi's hair and shove her face down onto his cock, her nose buried into his crotch. He came, jets of semen bursting down her throat, coating her esophagus in his seed. Each jet made his shaft pulsate in the tight pocket of her throat. Megumi moaned, gagging when he began to force her head to slide back and forth. She heard him moaning too, more of his cum busting down her neck when she began to hum intentionally.

When it was all said and done, the estranger slid his hands off her hair. Megumi drew back from his cock, spluttering and coughing. She gulped mouthfuls of air, woozy from the rough treatment, still in a daze from the two orgasms that the treatment had induced. Her core still throbbed for him. One look at his cock and Megumi knew she needed more.

Megumi reached out and began to stroke him in the midst of his recovery from cumming. The stranger hissed. He looked down at her and Megumi returned his gaze with the same one she usually had, her eyes deadpan, half-lidded, her mouth a straight line. The difference was that now, she probably looked like a disgusting mess. Her cheeks all sticky, lips lined with frothy spit, her hair frayed and sticking to her face.

But in the next moment, the stranger's hand shot out to the back of her head and pulled her up, making her rise up to her knees. Their mouths crashed together. Megumi let out a mewl, still tugging on his prick as their tongues knotted together, sharing in the taste of his cock.

Their lips made loud smacks as they indulged in each other's mouths, breathing in each other's exhales as their eyes kept looking into each other, half lidded. All the while, Megumi kept stroking his cock between them until his head became swollen again- it throbbed against her belly.

She swung her legs up over his, straddling him, her hands sliding up his chest and pushing him down onto the bed. All while their lips were connected, Megumi took control. She slid her cunt over his prick, flattening it against his stomach. Back and forth, back and forth, her pussy leaked against him. She loved how he throbbed and throbbed, how his meat felt when it would run against her clit in slick lines.

Megumi parted from his lips. They panted, looking at each other. The stranger's hand slipped onto her back. Sitting up, Megumi let his cock stand up. She looked down between them, unclasping the skirt that was still bunched up around her waist. After tossing it aside, Megumi was almost fully nude asides from her black socks. She didn't have much time to be ashamed of it. Reaching down, she gave that prick of his a few strokes. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip at the way it pulsed in her grip.

She rose up onto her knees, aiming the cockhead towards her cunt. They both shared a ragged when she let the head slip against her heat.

"You're want to fuck again that bad, huh?" the stranger said, drawing her eyes to that smug grin of his. The hand he had on her skin slid up and down her thigh. His other hand extended itself up to her, a condom in between two fingers. "Don't forget."

She took the foil package, ripping it open at its seam. Throwing aside the wrapper, she held the condom between her fingers. It was the first time she'd held one like this, all sticky and fresh. It was a purple one this time. Her other hand was still wrapped around his cock. Her hips gave little rocks, back and forth, smearing its tip with her arousal.

She looked back up at the stranger. He was waiting, his other hand behind his head. Megumi's mind raced. In bad ends, condoms…would usually run out. Her eyes darted to the package that was on the bed. With the one in her fingers included, there were at least a dozen more.

Megumi looked down now, swallowing at the sight of him, at how he pulsed in her grasp, against her cunt.

She looked up at the stranger's face one last time before she threw the condom aside onto the floor. The hand on his cock held him steady as she raised herself a few inches, and before the stranger could react, she dropped her hips, sucking up every inch of his raw and fat cock, right up to the very hilt.

"...!"

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