Hikari had walked in expecting Asuka, but there was only Misato. The postcard had "Come" written between Asuka's legs with instructions leading to a key under the mat. But there was only Misato. Spread eagle on the living room couch, legs open with a lengthy cock poking out from her jean shorts. One empty can of beer told the story.

Hikari fret back and forth while trying to decide on what to do. Did she tiptoe around the snoozing woman and find the redhead she was intending to meet? Or did she turn back, lock the door and pretend she hadn't seen an adult's… p-penis… bobbing against her belly? It was the first one she had ever seen. Were they all that big? What was that liquid leaking out of the top? She had two sisters and they didn't have... that. She also never saw any on the other girls at school. Why did Misato have one then?

She had made plans with Asuka between their third and fourth periods to meet up while their guardians were busy with work to talk tea and romance, as she assumed girls did, but, again, there was only Misato. With her penis. Wow. Just wow. It was big. It was, like, bigger than… big? Analogies failed her. It was just really big. She advanced a few steps thinking its size may have been a trick of perspective, but no, it occupied more of her field of vision the closer she got. As did the rest of Misato. She was stunned by the woman's physical beauty. They had met only once before and Hikari had been struck but tried not to stare out of courtesy. Now, though, she was free to appreciate her features: her soft lips and curled nose; the sharpness of her chin, as befit her authority; the heft of her bosom and her squishy stomach, exposed by an upturned yellow T-shirt; and her gorgeous legs which far outstretched hers or Asuka's. Plus her penis. Dear god, that penis. Somehow the incongruity of Misato's womanliness next to her throbbing erection made the composition so much more exotic. Judging by the positioning of her hand, she had been stroking it before she fell asleep, stimulating the glans.

And her fingernails were trimmed.

Colored purple, but cut short.

Hikari didn't know why, but those fingers were very attractive.

Very… capable.

She knelt down, eager to understand the twitches of Misato's penis, but then recoiled. The smell was as imminent as it was repulsive. She didn't know how to describe it. Did it smell like ammonia? Alkaline? Whatever it was, it made her nostrils flare. And yet, it also seemed to invite a second sniff. To investigate. For the inquiries of science. She steadily leaned in and sniffed again. It was pungent, the odor pronounced in most undesirable ways. But she continued to sniff it. More and more. She leaned further in and began to study the head more closely. Such a bright pink color. The parts wetted by the liquid on top left darker spots around the tip while the actual length of the penis had a reddish tinge to it, like it had endured some kind of inflammatory friction. Light purple veins connected in lightning patterns to the cap as the bulk of its girth outsized the head as though swollen all around. Could such a thing actually stand up? She read in a book that they were supposed to, but judging by Misato's size there was just no way it could resist the bend of gravity.

Without realizing it, her face sat mere inches away from Misato's cock. Unconsciously, she continued to creep forwards, her eyes narrowing as her analytic gaze twinkled with growing affection. She liked how it throbbed with a mind purely of its own, alive and active despite its owner's present slumber. The way Misato's breathing lifted it atop her tummy almost gave it the impression of possessing a pulse. Did she find this quality cute or imposing? A little of both, perhaps? She sought temporary refuge in the woman's balls only to find herself admiring their shape. The skin, so thin and hairless, had the softest affect of anything Hikari had ever seen, enough to refract a small oval of light from the ceiling fixture. She wondered how something so coy could be attached to something so hard and grotesque and—and so beautiful and tender and bold and lovely and majestic. Her cock somehow struck her as being so womanly with its lack of wrinkles and drowsy disposition, yet the gruffness of its shape connoted a handsome and masculine quality all the same. Every linguistic classification for the object before her only amplified its ambiguity, suffusing both ideals of Adam and Eve into one indeterminate being akin to an Angel. Hikari pondered what her attraction to this ambivalence implied about herself, but she then considered that the "her" from before glimpsing Misato's cock wasn't the same "her" as she existed now. She had felt one hundred years of romance blossom within her heart free of all thorns and wanted desperately to lay with this penis and ask it its name, to pick its brain, to coddle it like a cherry lover would on her honeymoon and spoon against its warmth. To become one with it.

The area between her legs burned. She had never before experienced such a reaction. A chemical reaction. One that prompted her lower half to jut and arch as she sat on her knees, her butt bent outwards and her thighs rubbing together. She was breathing on Misato's cock, idle pants adding hot air to its already thick musk. A single, greedy finger brushed against its skin, stroking shakily down along the spine. The touch was so light and her fingers so cold that her cock seemed to shiver, a single lateral twitch confirming Hikari's cause and effect. "You like that?" She whispered. "Because I like you." Her fingers curled over its side, caressing the head as she pursed her lips and pressed them against the frenulum. In her mind this was her first real kiss, one of the defining moments in her life from which she could designate a permanent before and after. No matter how many years passed or how many lovers she would take in the future, she would always clutch her chest when remembering this moment, this single revolutionary action, that materialized her romance. She moaned softly as her lips pressed firmer against Misato's cock and closed her eyes with the solitary thought that this love was true and it was meaningful, and that Misato's cock tensing under her kiss confirmed her love's eternal reciprocation, now and forever.

But when reality caught up to her, she was in another person's apartment, bent on all fours doing something that she should never have done. Her heart plummeted into the pits of her stomach as she threw herself back, standing, nearly toppling over herself, and shaking like a lamb. For her to be sober and conscious yet be so irresponsible. She wanted to cry. Forevermore would she be shackled to this secret that could have been avoided had she simply turned around. The rest of her life would be spent pretending that this never happened. That this wasn't who she was or that this momentary lapse of judgment wasn't a part of her. That she wasn't a lowly deviant. She had no frame of reference to process the kind of consequences her actions were sure to have, and so she collapsed to her knees, holding her head between her hands, despairing.

And then she heard a voice.

As golden as a cherub's.

Speaking so softly.

"Hello there."

Hikari froze. She slowly gazed upwards. Misato laid awake. Awake and alert and grinning at the back at her. "May I help you?" She asked.

"I-I-I. N-No, I-I don't—"

"Are you sure?" Misato sat up, her lovely cock bobbing. It pointed at Hikari, almost accusatory.

Hikari shook her head. "N-no. I-I-I mean—I don't, p-please don't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Ohh? What for?" Misato stood, her cock now hanging languidly above Hikari. She then knelt, positioning it directly in front of the girl's face, mere inches from her nose. "Weren't you the cutie giving me good dreams just now?" Hikari could only meek out a handful of 'uhhs' and 'umms' as her eyes bore the site of all her desires. "Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it's something else." Misato held the base of her cock with two fingers and wiggled it. "Be honest now. She feels the same way, you know? See how she throbs when you look at her like that."

A she. Hikari's heart fluttered. She cupped either side of Misato's cock between her fingers, delicately, as though any exertion would shatter it, and pressed her forehead against its shaft. "She feels the same?"

Misato nodded. "She's a very honest girl. Just like you, right?"

"Yes," Hikari breathed. Her lip brushed against one of the veins.

"How do you feel?"

Hikari looked at the tip the way she would the eyes of her lover. "Like my entire life's purpose was to meet you."

"Good." Misato brushed the girl's stray hairs. "Go ahead. Kiss your bride. Become hers."

Uninhibited, unbound, and in love, Hikari kissed Misato's cock, planting her lips along a path from its base to its head where her kisses turned into the passionate smooching of a girl possessed. Her ministrations were clumsy from lack of experience, but her instinct guided her, each stick of her lips against the pulsating skin affirming that her lover was pleased and that its pleasure was wrought from Hikari and Hikari alone. One hand fell down to Misato's inner thighs and found her balls. She couldn't believe how warm they were. How soft and supple the skin was and how perfectly its shape conformed to her palm. She could only do what was natural and dip her head low and service those wonderful globes with her lips.

Misato hummed. "Your lips feel nice. Try using your tongue."

The thought hadn't even occurred to her. Her tongue. In its extension past her lips and onto Misato's balls, she felt her passion augment, her potential for expression exploding in enzymes and bubbled spit. Her saliva trailed behind the tip of her tongue, painting along her balls wet traces of her love. Her glide around the mounds led her up the spine of Misato's cock and back to the head where her kisses became a mix of flirty pecks and twirls of the tongue. The precum that gushed from the tip found itself swept up in Hikari's lashes, the taste of which—the very sensation of Misato's essence sizzling—seemed to dull every last nerve in her brain. She wanted more of it. Needed more. A brief flash of inspiration struck her, and she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the head.

Misato's legs spread themselves as the pleasure built in her groin. The sight was a drug, a young, lust-drunk school girl greedily sucking on her cock, her small tongue swirling around the frenulum as her teeth lightly edged her tip. She held the back of Hikari's head, delighted by her unwavering gaze and her single minded dedication, and pushed her further along the shaft, coaxing out small gags. "Deeper, baby. Deeper. A little gag never hurt anyone. Take me to the base. Show me that you love me."

It occurred to Hikari when she felt Misato's cock in her throat that she had incidentally signed herself up for something dubious, that she, as a vulnerable maiden, was being used and degraded purely for the sake of an irresponsible adult's perversion. It became clear from the very first gag how little Misato really thought of her outside of her utility. But her body only grew hotter at this realization. Her entire life, obeying authority, doing what she thought would garner praise and acceptance, deeming herself beneath the structures of the society in which she lived, found untold catharsis in Misato's brazen opportunism. Having an affair with an adult woman twice her age, a woman with all of the size of Tokyo-2's skyscrapers, those towering monuments to mankind's hubris, was a coup d'etat to her usual rationality. More correctly, it was a perversion of her preexisting rationality, the seduction of all her soundest logic by the hierarchy of this one phallic symbol.

"God," Misato moaned. "Your throat's so tight. I bet you didn't even know that about yourself." She flung her head back, her purple locks hanging in suspended bliss. "I'm going to cum now." She yanked Hikari off of her shaft by one of her ponytails, the girl perturbed by the sudden loss of mass inside of her mouth. She was quickly reoriented to the violent tensing of Misato's erection and the subsequent expansion of its urethra, out of which came a white array of jism that shot across her cheek and into her brown tresses, the streak matting her hair and oozing under gravity's call down to her ear and her lip. More shots erupted thusly, one fragmenting outwards upon splashing against her nose and blanketing her face in a hail of semen. Traces of cum entered her mouth and bred with her taste buds. Some caught in her eyebrow and dripped onto her eyelid like pearly teardrops. Others hung from her chin like liquid stalagmites with collapsing spit and sperm trails linking her lips to the contracting cock head, whose pink countenance seemed to hypnotize her despite the flurry. Her freckles became hidden by potent sheets of white as her skin's tan pigmentation became all the more pronounced by the semen's stark color. The taste of Misato's lifeforce sizzled amid her puddling enzymes, yet she couldn't bring herself to swallow this sacred seed for whom she now and forever worshiped.

Misato stroked herself to a finish. What pumps didn't muster much cum were aimed directly at Hikari's lips, which hung ajar as though wholly stupefied, and when all of the cum had been successfully ejected—when the last of her throbs belied a limp and tired muscle in her hand—she held out the dirtier of her two hands to Hikari. "Clean it."

Hikari complied. She dutifully licked up the cum on Misato's hand, and then graciously did the same to her cock head. All the while, Misato admired the very canvas of her doing, picking some of her sperm off of Hikari's face for a quick taste of her own. "I see why you're so devoted. I taste divine." Her erection began its second ascent as Hikari's oral maneuvers grew sloppier and more impatient, so she pulled the girl up to her feet and walked her back to the couch. "Put one leg on each side of me and sit on my lap."

Hikari nodded. She hoisted her knees to the cushion and perched herself above Misato. The older woman smirked and then dug her hands beneath her skirt, tugging at her panties and cooing at how wet they had become. Residue trailed down the length of the girl's thighs and calves until Misato helped her fit each foot through their dripping leg holes. By that point they were no more than wanking rags, dampened fabric whose only purpose was to act as air freshener.

Misato sniffed her panties. "Do you know what we're about to do, Hikari?"

"Make love?" She answered.

"I prefer to call it fucking, but that's correct." Misato traced her finger in circles around Hikari's vulva, grinning as the girl's back hitched in pleasure. "I've never seen a girl wetter than you. You must be a real tramp, huh?"

"N-no." She tried to protest, but her gasps betrayed her. Those gorgeous, trimmed fingers. How could anyone possibly resist?

"Admit it," Misato teased. "You're just a little skank looking to get it on with a hot older babe. Isn't that right?"

Hikari shook her head. "No. I'm not like that."

"Hmm?" Suddenly, without any warning, Misato's thumb barred against Hikari's clit, sending the girl tumbling forwards. "Tell the truth. You're a cock hungry slut. Go ahead. Say the words."

"But I'm not—"

Misato pressed her thumb once again and Hikari swore she saw spots. She panted into the woman's shoulder, biting at her yellow top for some stability of nerve. "Say it!" The woman commanded. "You're a cock hungry slut!"

"Please don't—"

Misato twisted her thumb, forcing Hikari to moan in deep, airy grunts. Her own voice seemed so foreign to her. "Say it!"

Hikari panted through half lidded eyes. "I-I'm a s… slut."

"Say the whole thing. Every single word."

"I-I'm—"

"Louder!"

"I can't!"

Another press. Hikari nearly orgasmed then and there. "I'm a cock hungry slut!"

"Again!"

"I'm a cock hungry slut!"

"Louder!"

Hikari took a deep breath. "I'M A COCK HUNGRY SLUT!"

"And what is it that you want?"

Hikari's expression turned demure as she meekly lifted herself to kiss Misato's lips. "I want you to kiss me and hold me and cum inside of me with your beautiful cock."

Misato blushed, then lifted the girl by her ass. "Your wish is my command." She lowered her, steadily so as not to hurt her. Her swollen cock head pushed against Hikari's entrance, spreading apart her petals and blessing her with the preemptive knowledge of penetration. The girl shook initially with some pain, Misato consolingly combing her hair and telling her that she was doing good and that she was beautiful, and she kissed her sweetly on the head and whispered her name affectionately until her trembling faltered and her groans began to resemble moans. "Slowly. Slowly, now. Atta girl. Bite my shirt. We're almost there. Just a little bit more."

Hikari had never imagined it. The sensation of a foreign object existing inside of her. Of being the receptor to another person's body parts. She looked into Misato's eyes, their foreheads bumping together, and imagined that she was no more than an extension of that gorgeous woman. That all the pleasure felt by Misato was pleasure felt by her. She kissed the woman obsessively and told her that she loved her, that she'd do anything for her, and Misato replied that she would begin moving. "You're going to feel really good soon," she assured her, and she bucked her hips and shuttled her cock into Hikari's pussy, the young girl thrashing within Misato's embrace. She still felt some pain, evidenced in her occasional cry, so Misato fished the girl's right breast out of her disheveled uniform and suckled on it so as to obfuscate any of the unpleasantness of her first time. Hikari held the back of her purple mane, her narrowed eyes seeming to take in more light from the ceiling and the lamps. Everything was city lights. A halo adorned Misato's countenance. She reveled in the knowledge that the woman taking her was so physically exceptional. All her life she had yearned to be one of the beautiful ones, to be the subject of everyone else's eye, but instead she had merely become susceptible to her envy for those she saw as more attractive than herself. But if Misato said she was beautiful, then she felt beautiful. She was beautiful.

"I love you!" Hikari repeated. "I love you! I love you! I love you! Do with me what you will! My body is yours and yours forever!" She said whatever she thought would garner more favor from Misato. She spoke vulgar words. Swearing to God in his heaven. Fuck. Cock. Tits. Pussy. The first time she spoke the words "my pussy" out loud, she could feel herself change. She had always thought of the word in terms of a blank space, too ambivalent about its existence and its gendering of her to even refer to the correct medical terminology. But now she moaned to Misato to fill up her pussy. That her pussy felt good. That her pussy was wet. That her pussy was Misato's and Misato's only. Her pussy was Misato's before it was her own. And when Misato's cock rubbed at one crevice of her pussy—that single revelatory spot that she could not believe had existed dormant inside of her all of these years—her entire body froze, Hikari experiencing, for the first time in her life, the sheer corporeal ecstasy of orgasm. It may as well have been the beginning of the end for her. She would never again be capable of living without this pleasure for the rest of her days, every waking moment spent without it being a moment of her limited time on earth wasted.

Misato's cum did as the girl requested and filled her pussy. It rushed in a hot, flowing course up to her core, immediately spilling back over itself and dripping down Misato's balls once space had run out. Until that point the older woman had maintained her calm, but in the glow of her ejaculation her breathing hitched into a cat-like mewl. The sound made Hikari melt. She held either side of the woman's face and watched with adoration as her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth hung suspended in pleasure. How sublime a sight. Hikari held her against her bosom, wrangling her hips in kneading revolutions atop Misato's cock. "Feel good for me, my love! Give me more of you! Love me with your body until you're satisfied!"

Misato groaned as she mustered the last of her pumps. She felt her cock grow smaller, its numbed throbs eventually slipping out of Hikari's pussy with a wet sheen and white splotches highlighting its limp. She brought Hikari's head down for another smooch, their smiles joined in alternating flicks of their tongues, and gazing into each other with a familiarity owed only to the eldest of couples. "You were excellent," Misato whispered, kissing her freckles.

Hikari's eyes grew weary, the hormones from Misato's semen relaxing her body. She closed them, giving all of her comfort and security to the older woman. "It felt really good." She said, nestling into Misato's shoulder. "I love you."

Misato rubbed the girl's bottom, delighted by its soft curvature and supple heft. "Would you like to do more?"

Hikari hummed. "I'll do anything that you ask."

Misato's finger brushed against her asshole. "Even this?"

She shivered, but nodded nonetheless. "Anything. Oh Misato, my love, all of my fate is in your hands."

"Good girl. Good girl. We'll get you prepped very soon, my darling, but first." Misato whistled. "Asuka! Clean up time!"

Eh?

She looked towards the hallway that led to their bedrooms and, sure enough, the redhead appeared, stripped down to nary more than lacey red lingerie and her pilot head gears. "I'm here, Misato-san!" The girl sang, her hips dynamic in their seductive sway.

Hikari pointed with a shaky finger. "A-Asuka? What're you doing here?"

"Hmm?" Asuka bent in front of the girl, a coy smirk stretching her dimpled cheek. "And why else do you think I invited you over if not for this very setup?"

Hikari looked at Misato, but the adult just shrugged. "She's relentless. You have no idea what it's like to deal with a horny girl like her all day."

"Who's horny?" Asuka cut in. "You're the one who keeps me up on school nights."

"Saying that while walking around with a plug all day. You cheeky little slut."

"Guilty." Asuka turned back to Hikari. "Anyways, welcome to the family prez."

"W-wait—MHHHM!" Before she knew it, Asuka's lipstick was smudging against her mouth, printing its crimson sutra around her lips as she slurped up Hikari's tongue and sucked on it as though it were a cock. Cherry. Hikari tasted cherry.

Hikari thought that she should feel betrayed by Misato's shameless womanizing, but, in hindsight, she should have figured something like this would happen given the many contrivances which had led to the situation in the first place. Plus, when she really, really thought about it, Asuka was hot. She had always secretly thought so. Seeing the way the dark red of her lingerie contrasted with the pale of her skin was, put simply, a huge turn on. She had hardly ever imagined sex before finding Misato passed out on the couch, and now the concept of a three way was sparking all manner of raunchy fantasies that seemed too good to be true. Yet, as she toyed with the idea that all of this was asking too much, Asuka's pugnacious lips confirmed that this was no fantasy and that they were all about to engage in feats the average human could only ever dream of. She was, in no uncertain terms, caught between her school's queen bee and a government contract cougar, and she wanted absolutely everything to do with it and more. Hers and Asuka's lips separated with spit trails between them, then she watched as Misato wrangled the redhead into their own private kiss. It was Hikari's first time seeing it. Two women kissing. She wanted to see a lot more women kissing. She supposed her wish was granted when Misato grabbed both girls by the backs of their heads and brought all three of their lips and tongues together.

Misato's cock grew erect against her butt. Hikari felt its throbs and moaned into both girls' mouths that she wanted it inside of her, so Misato laid her on her arms and legs, on all of her submissive fours, and held her steady as one of those sexily trimmed digits prodded her bum. She flinched under its contact, feeling a pressure that her vaginal penetration lacked. Soon a second finger was added, each funneling in and out of her spasming butt until Misato deemed it loose enough to fit her tongue, which she wiggled inside with relative ease. All the while, Asuka sat on her knees between Misato's legs, administering the so-called "cleaning" procedure. The redhead licked and slobbered along the shaft, cooing at the combined tastes of virgin nymphomania and adult infidelity. Hikari watched Asuka from the corner of her eye, admiring the girl's devoted lashes and her loving inspections. She wondered if that's how she had looked from Misato's perspective. A total floozy with no self respect or decency. That's what Asuka looked like to her. A sexy, cock hungry little slut. Hikari began rubbing her vulva, churning the leftover cum in her pussy and sighing in pleasure. To think she looked as tantalizing as Asuka. To think she and Asuka had this in common.

Asuka left one bold lipstick print on Misato's frenulum and smiled. "She's ready."

Misato unsheathed her tongue, a wet popping sound accentuating its deed. "Hear that, baby? She's ready."

Hikari was a stuttering mess of horny. "Yesh!" She drooled. "I want it! Put your cock in me!"

Misato stood on her knees and backed Hikari up to her groin, giving her butt a single light clap for good measure. "Well said. I'm putting it in."

Hikari's mouth went wide. She continued masturbating, groaning as her asshole was spread violently wide by Misato's member. She clenched at the cushions, her eyes trembling as the pressure built further and further into her rectum. This was an entirely different sensation than what she had experienced with her pussy. This was almost entirely pleasure on Misato's part. Any pleasure felt by Hikari was incidental. It came purely from the fact of the act and its absurdity. There were significantly less nerve endings awakening to their life's purpose. And yet, all the same, Hikari masturbated. She could swear she felt Misato's cock in her tummy, and she masturbated.

Asuka whistled. "That's an amazing face you're making, prez." She slid her panties down her legs and sat herself before Hikari's strained face, spreading herself until the girl's vision was filled by nothing but pussy. "This here is Misato's, but I don't mind letting you use it." Asuka didn't actually wait for Hikari's confirmation. She simply yanked her by her bangs and shoved her face into her pussy, holding her against it as she and Misato traded horny looks. Debasing such a serious and proper girl. Reducing her into a meek bitch for their voracious libidos. Hikari understood that this was her place in the relationship. And all the same, she masturbated. She rubbed herself through the lickings and the anal beatings and edged past the brink of her remaining sanity. And when she finally felt both of her holes filled with Misato's sperm and her face wet by Asuka's squirting quim, she collapsed with the knowledge that this would be her entire life soon. That tonight was just the beginning. She would follow Asuka home tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, months going on years of her life dedicated to being one of Misato's slutty play things, a convenient pussy for her frankly problematic desire. Hikari could only masturbate to this reality. She could only reconcile her bliss at the pleasure to come by masturbating, self conditioning herself for the sake of satisfying Misato's wishes. She masturbated as they fucked her, and she came again and again and again.

This is a commission for Kinky-no-Kyoukai, but, honestly, I embellished far beyond the call of duty for this one. How could I not? A cute and innocent Hikari discovering sex and submission after glimpsing Misato's beautiful girl cock? I literally just wish I was Hikari! I tried unbelievably hard to make the cock worship in this one as vivid as I could for this reason. I hope I've done our dysfunctional cougar proud.

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