Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

82. Degenerately Written Versions of Hentai

Mindfuckedaphrodite_tgSummary:

This is an ABSOLUTELY MESSED UP 1st person version of one of my favorite hentai comics. It focuses on things that aren't physically possible, and is SUPER dark. I made some modifications to it to make it a blackmail story. There's no guro/blood or anything like that though. It's just focused on the fictionalized idea of brain fucking, was curious about what it would be like to write it.

The comic is: [JLullaby] Mindfucked (RWBY) - feel free to google it read along - after the first couple intro panels, it all lines up pretty much!

Notes:

Please read the tags and don't continue unless you are absolutely ok with super degrading ear-fucking sex! This was just written totally for fun to practice writing.

Also I am not an expert in RWBY but did some research to try and keep it slightly accurate to Kali's character.

Work Text:

The two men tower over me, their hulking bodies practically eclipsing the evening sun through my office window. I feel the heat from their bodies, smell the earthy scent of their sweat mixed with the sweet tang of the chai I'd been drinking just minutes ago, life as usual. But nothing was usual anymore.

The document lies on the desk in front of me, their fingers tapping against its edges, an echo of a damning truth that threatens to shatter everything. My breaths come in shallow puffs, my heart pounding like a trapped bird within my chest.

"We've heard all about you cat Faunus," Torque Ashen smirks, his fingertips heavy on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. His voice is dripping with anticipation, like a predator savoring its prey.

"...having a little fun with you is all it'll take for us to keep this secret safe, Mrs. Belladonna." His voice is low, menacing, his words slithering through the room like venomous snakes. It's a proposal wrapped in a threat, a nightmare packaged as an offer.

"I am a married woman," I snap, trying to inject some semblance of authority into my voice, but it falters, betraying the fear lurking beneath my defiance.

Brick Goliath lets out a guttural chuckle, his hand gripping my shoulder tight. "As if that ever stopped any of us, sweetheart."

Their audacity stuns me. These men, these mercenaries, seek to violate my body, my vows to Ghira... and for what? A moment's pleasure? A power trip? My heart clenches at the thought, my gaze flickering to the golden band on my finger.

The document is old, the parchment discolored and brittle. The handwriting is mine, youthful and blunt, filled with naive notions of peace and freedom. I'd brokered a deal with a radical Faunus faction, offering them sanctuary in Menagerie, in exchange for their support of Ghira's reformation efforts. That faction turned violent, their ideals corrupted into terrorism. They'd been decimated, forgotten. But this letter?

This letter had the power to turn my past mistakes into a public spectacle. The potential fall-out is horrifying. My family would be disgraced. Ghira's leadership would come under question. And Blake? My sweet, brave Blake who fights so hard for a better world would be dragged into the mess.

My mind is spinning, the stakes pressing down on me with a crushing weight. Ghira, Blake, Menagerie... Too many things are on the line. The taste of despair fills my mouth, bitter and cold.

The grins on the faces of Torque and Brick tell me they know they've cornered me. And I hate it. I hate how their gazes linger on my body, how their hands squeeze my shoulders a little too tight, how their trousers strain against their bulging arousal. It's not just about the document. It's about domination, about making a powerful woman bend to their will.

And maybe... maybe that's exactly what I'll have to do. To stave off ruin, to protect my family... to quench their monstrous desires. The thought terrifies me. But if I have to walk through this hellish path, I will. For my family, for Menagerie, and for the love I bear for Ghira.

With a sinking feeling in my chest, I lift my chin and meet their lecherous gazes. "... W- what do you want?" I ask, my voice steady despite the tumult within me.

A harsh command from Torque, and they unbuckle their pants, the rough sound of fabric against leather echoing ominously in the room. My heart hammers in my chest as I hear the distinct sound of zippers coming undone, a grotesque precursor to the sight that is about to unfold. I swallow hard and shut my eyes tight, a desperate attempt to shield myself from the inevitable.

Then, with the loud, obscene THWUDs that reverberate painfully in my ears, their monstrous cocks are unleashed. They flop out, smacking against my feline ears with a sickening weight. My breath hitches in my throat, the sheer size of them, the stark reality of their demands, clawing at the remnants of my composure.

The scent hits me before I open my eyes - the heady, putrid aroma of arousal, mixed with the sharp tang of their precum. My cheeks flare up in a bright red blush, the intensity of the situation setting my nerves on fire. Yet, my mind is spinning, the image of Ghira's smile, Blake's stern gaze, the tranquil serenity of Menagerie - all threatened by the monstrous appendages resting threateningly against my ears.

"You were saying about that husband of yours?" Brick Goliath laughs, his voice vibrating through his body, sending ripples through his massive cock against my scalp. His words are punctuated by a flex of his length, precum dribbling down onto my hair like a perverse baptism.

"Wouldn't want little Blakey to find out about mommy being a traitor," Torque coos mockingly, his muscular length twitching against my ear, his crude words twisting in my gut.

"You think she'd like to see her mommy with two cocks on her head?" Torque sneers, the words spat out with all the delicacy of venom.

The weight of their massive members, hot and heavy against my head, the sickening smell of their excitement, the crude words echoing in my ears - it's all too much. My stomach churns at the sensation, my body prickling with a mix of fear and mortification as their precum drips onto my floral-print bodysuit, staining the black fabric. But their words cut deeper than their hot shafts pressing against my skull. My family. My daughter. My husband.

My mind spins at the thought. What would Blake think? What would Ghira do if he saw me like this, two monstrous cocks asserting their dominance over me, for a choice I made with good intention? My heart aches at the thought of their disappointment, their disgust. The thought of my sweet daughter's gaze turned cold and unforgiving.

My hands tremble as they rest on the desk, my mind reeling from the crude comments, their cocks resting heavily against my head, the precum staining my hair. The room spins around me, my world crumbling as I sit in disbelief. Their crude laughter rings in my ears, their disgusting arousal leaking onto my head.

"You should thank us, kitty cat," Brick chuckles, his girth pulsating against my skull. "You look good with our big dicks on you. Bet that little husband of yours could never satisfy you like we could."

The cold reality of the situation hits me like a sledgehammer when their monstrous dicks shift from the top of my head to the sides, aligning themselves with my feline ears. My breath catches in my throat, their crude laughter echoing ominously in my ears as Torque and Brick fondle their massive lengths.

"We hear kitty cats have sensitive ears," Brick growls, nudging the helmet-like head of his cock against my right ear. The touch is invasive, an unforgivable intrusion, and I can't help but whimper, fear and revulsion coursing through my veins.

Torque doesn't even bother covering his sadistic laughter, his own bulbous tip pressing against my left ear. "Don't worry, kitten. We're going to be gentle... well, as gentle as we can be with these big boys."

Their words cut through me, tearing at my sanity. My world spins around me as they start moving their cock heads in circles, the lewd squelching noises reverberating painfully in my ears. Their meaty dicks, hot and thick, even the slightest contact sending waves of an unfamiliar sensation shooting through me.

"You've no idea what you're doing," I hiss out, my voice shaking, the intense invasion wreaking havoc on my system. But my protest falls on deaf ears, lost amidst their crude laughter and obscene comments.

"Maybe you can teach us then, Mrs. Belladonna," Torque chuckles, the syrupy thickness of his voice only adding fuel to my rapidly rising panic.

Then, I feel it—the unmistakable warmth of their precum seeping into my sensitive ears, the disgusting squelch of their gigantic dicks against my cat ears is unbearable. I can't help the soft whimper that escapes my lips, my body trembling, my ample breasts jiggling from the force of my shivers.

I clasp my hands over my ears in a futile attempt to protect myself. But their large hands grip mine firmly, pulling them away to expose my vulnerable ears to their lewd exploration. My heart pounds in my chest, the terrifying reality of the situation sinking deeper.

"Look at how she shakes, Brick. I think she likes it," Torque smirks, his voice dripping with perverse delight.

His words are like a slap to my face, a stark reminder of the depths of depravity I was sinking into. But what choice did I have? The thought of my family and the peace of Menagerie was enough to keep me rooted to the spot, my soft whimpers and pleas swallowed by the cruel laughter of the men toying with my ears.

"Can you imagine, Kali?" Brick purrs, his disgusting words only adding to the torment of the situation. "Your family seeing their kind, loving mother with our big cocks in her ears – they'd never look at you the same way again, would they?"

Their cruel words, the explicit violation of my feline ears, their vile precum leaking into me – it's all too much. My body jerks with another shudder, my breasts swaying with the motion, the fabric of my bodysuit strained over my erect nipples.

Abruptly, I'm hit with a rush of sensation that sets me off balance. The slight pressure against my ears turns into a firm insistence, the bulbous cockheads pressing forward, inch by slow torturous inch. It's a strange feeling, not exactly painful, but disquieting - like an itch you can't quite scratch, deep inside my ears.

"Fuck, her ears are tight," Brick grunts, his meaty fingers gripping the sides of my head. I can feel his cock pulsing against my right ear, the rhythmic throb matched by my own racing heartbeat.

"I see you've never had this done before, kitten," Torque chuckles from the other side, his words resounding doubly loud in my left ear.

Their laughter rings in my ears—or rather, it would if not for the two monstrous dicks currently invading them. Instead, it's muffled, distorted, their voices seem to echo from within me, adding to the disorientation. I feel dizzy, cross-eyed, my focus pulled between the two oppressive presences stretching my ears open.

My breath hitches as they start to slowly push inside, their fat dick heads stretching my ears in ways I didn't think were possible. The sensation is unnatural, invasive, my cat ears were not designed for this. Yet I feel it—every vein and ridge of their cocks as they press into my delicate ear canals, every pulse of hot precum that drools deeper inside. A whimper of panic escapes me, my body tensing as I wince and clench my fists.

Their crude comments fill the air. "Damn, this is tight. You think she can take us both?" Brick muses, voicing my very fear.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we're gentle when we need to be. You'll love it," Torque assures, his tone dripping with unlikely sincerity.

I gasp as they push in deeper. Every millimeter feels like a mile, every pulse a seismic shift, the pressure building, tickling at sensitive nerve endings I never knew existed. My sensitive cat ears, filled with their massive cocks, stretch to accommodate their invasion, a dull ache throbbing deep within.

The sensation is foreign, yet insistent, throbbing in rhythm with my racing heart. It's unnerving, a mix of discomfort and an obscure kind of pleasure that I can't quite understand. It's strange, it's wrong, but… it's there. A perverse electricity that sends shockwaves through me, making my nipples harden against the fabric of my bodysuit and a sensation of warmth pool in the pit of my stomach. I can't believe it... this is... Turning me on?

"Ughhh… Go slow!" I whimper, the plea surprisingly husky. I barely recognize my own voice. They chuckle at my plea, their bulky bodies shaking with amusement, their dicks undulating inside my ears.

This is madness. Blake, Ghira, Menagerie—I can't let them see me like this. The mere thought of their eyes witnessing this debauchery brings tears to my eyes, a shiver running down my spine. I blink the tears away, my fists clenched on my hakama, my nails digging into the thick fabric.

Above me, I hear the men grunting in satisfaction, their voices muffled as they fill my ears with their rock-hard cocks. Their precum leaks inside, a hot vile presence marking me in the most absurd way possible. The sound of their pleasure rings hollow in my stuffed ears, a cruel parody of my desperation.

Their cocks are wedged in my ears, every twitch, every pulse felt in excruciating detail. Brick's on my right, his member an ominous pressure pushing against the sensitive membranes of my ear canal. I can almost feel the bulging veins against the ridges of my ear, the sheer size of him stretching me to a degree I never even thought conceivable.

And Torque on my left, his cock a matching intrusion, but subtly different. A different rhythm to his pulse, a different pattern of veins, but the same invasive pressure, the same dark thrill of violation.

A moan escapes me when effort strains their bodies. Brick's hand tightens atop my head, knuckles pale. "Fuck… feels weird… but damn, she's so tight…" he growls, the vibrations of his deep voice thrumming through his cock into my abused ear.

"Yeah… almost there, Mrs. Belladonna…" Torque encourages, his voice smooth but straining with effort. The rhythm of his words offers a stark contrast to the rhythm of his shaft pulsing against my eardrum.

The pressure increases. It's not exactly pain, but discomfort certainly. It's an itch I can't scratch, a tickling pressure against the innermost reaches of my ears. Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as my body stiffens, my breasts straining against the fabric of my bodysuit, bouncing with each shuddering breath I take.

A guttural sound tears itself from my throat. "MMNNGGHH…"

It's a strange sound, almost alien. It's a primal sound, one stripped of any pretense. It's a sound of a woman with two dicks pressing into her ears, the sensation flooding her mind until there's room for nothing else.

"Ghhhhh!" A louder grunt escapes me as they push further, their cocks meeting resistance from the natural barriers of my anatomy. The physics of the situation is undeniable: their monstrous cocks are too large for such small spaces.

"Mmm… you're so tight…" Brick's voice is husky, his hot breath hitting the side of my face as they force themselves deeper. "I'm really in there, in your sweet little cat ear…"

Their words echo hollowly, their massive cocks blocking the usual pathways of sound. I feel the vibrations before I hear the words, their voices a disorienting mix of muffled tones and resonating bass.

There's a horrifying realization that settles in me: I'm being fucked in my ears. Two men, two massive dicks lodged in the very organs that grant me the sense of sound. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined such an ordeal, such an absurdly perverse violation.

Yet, there's pleasure. A buzzing warmth spreads through me, a wave of arousal that causes a pool of wetness to form between my thighs. My body is reacting to this, my mind is rewiring itself to process the obscene invasion as a source of sexual stimulation.

The intense pressure makes me grit my teeth, the metallic taste of fear and panic mingling with the intoxicating arousal building within me.

And then, the pressure increases, their dicks pushing harder, trying to create more room in my overstretched ears. I can feel the sinewy details of their fat cocks, the ridges, the veins, the pulsating heat. They're a part of me now, filling me in ways I never knew were possible.

My body is a contradiction, a battleground of discomfort and arousal. Brick and Torque continue to force their way into my ears, violating me in the most bizarre way possible. Through the haze of my desperation and arousal, I realize, I'm being fucked… in my ears.

And the worst part? I'm starting to crave it.

I brace myself, my heart pounding, my eyes squeezed shut. I'm at my limit, the twin shafts burrowing mercilessly into my ears, into spaces never meant for such intrusion.

How did I end up here?

The question reverberates in my mind as my world shrinks to the inescapable reality. Brick and Torque's monstrous cocks pressed against the sensitive membranes of my eardrums, straining to break past the natural barriers.

Their masculine grunts fill the air as they force themselves deeper, distorting as they echo within my overstretched ear canals. The sickening squelch of their cocks against the soft tissues of my ears mixed with the heavy thud of their hearts pounding in tune with mine creates a symphony of lewdness that resonates deep within me.

I brace myself as the pressure intensifies, a grotesque precursor of what's to come. My heart slams against my ribcage like a wild beast seeking escape, my knuckles white as I grip the edge of the table for support.

And then, as if time slows to a crawl, I feel it—the tiniest 'pop' that ushers in a world of unimaginable sensations. The change is subtle, a near indescribable shift in pressure, but its implications are horrifyingly clear: my eardrums have given way. Their cocks have broken past the final barrier, entering a realm that should have been off-limits.

They pause for a moment, a collective sigh of gratification escaping their lips. "Damn," Brick groans, his brawny hand gripping the side of my face. I can feel the heat of his excitement oozing deeper into my ear, a tormenting warmth that sears me from within.

"You weren't lying, Torque... She really is something else," he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing the side of my face, utterly contrasting to the crude violation his cock was inflicting within my ear.

"Told ya, Brick. She's one of a kind... The first furry slut to take our cocks in her head," Torque chuckles, a perverse pride lacing his words.

With their cocks lodged in my ears, even the smallest twitch sends ripples of sensation deep into me. And yet, the worst is yet to come. My heart pounds, each rapid beat marching in time to their cruel rhythm.

Then, with a combination of a jarring 'smack' and a brutal shove, they finally drive their massive lengths home. SMACK! Their hefty crotches collide with the sides of my head, their beastly groans of victory echoing in my violated ears.

Time seems to stop as their warm ballsacks slam against either side of my face, their monstrous cocks sheathed fully, grotesquely, unbelievably within my skull.

In that horrifyingly absurd moment, all I can do is let out an animalistic whimper – a wild, primal sound that echoes in the room. Drool spills from my lips, trickling down my chin, dribbling down to stain the fabric stretched taut over my swelling breasts.

Torque's words ring hollowly in my head, his voice resonating within my very core, "Fuck yes. She's taking it all. My balls are grinding against her fucking earlobe!"

And Brick's laughter reverberates in response, the vibrations propagating through his cock and into my mindscape. "Damn, kitten. We hope your pretty little head can handle this. Love the way it jiggles with each throb of my cock."

It's not just lewd, it's obscene, it's madness—a grotesque parody of pleasure and violation. I'm being fucked in my ears, two massive dicks squelching against the sides of my brain. The dark thrill of this perverse violation is painful, overwhelming.

My fingers claw at the table as their cocks start to pump, moving in slow, synchronized thrusts. The squelching sounds echo through my head, my own whimpers of disbelief muffled by the dick-filled echo chamber of my cranium. Cautious droplets of drool drip down my chin and collect between my breasts, dampening the fabric of my bodysuit.

"Can you feel us in there, kitten?" Brick asks, amusement heavy in his voice. "Feel us against your brain? You're getting dumber with every thrust."

With every push and pull, their warm shafts press into the squishy recesses of my brain, the uncanny sensation muddled with terror and insane arousal. My Faunus brain is extremely malleable, the viscoelastic nature absorbing the pressure and contours of their monstrous cocks, allowing a violation of absurd proportions.

"Think we're reaching her thoughts yet?" Torque laughs, his dick throbbing inside me, his voice matching the rhythm of his throbbing erection. It's too much—too lewd, too raw, too obscene.

At the ludicrousness of the comment, my body betrays me for a moment—a wetness pooling between my thighs, a heat igniting in my nether regions, my nipples hardening against the soaked fabric of my bodysuit. Their grunts, their laughter, their lewd comments... all of it echoes within me, throwing me into the throes of a perverse arousal I never thought possible.

"I'm… I'm… gah!" My body convulses in a wave of unbidden pleasure. A pleasure derived from the insanity of their cocks pressing relentlessly against my mind, from the obscene violation of my ears, from the dangerous game we play. But it's so wrong… so darkly delicious.

The arousal is unfamiliar—raw, primal, commanding. I gasp, a hoarse sound ripped from my chest as the pressure inside me peaks. "GGGNNNH! NGGHIII..." My voice is garbled, a nonsensical sound that barely registers over the squelching of their cocks against my brain.

Brick's voice cuts through the immense pressure. "Oh, jeez… we really just did that…" His words seep into my brain through the invasive presence of his cock, a sudden crossing of pleasure and apprehension.

On my left side, I hear Torque's voice, a hint of concern meshed with amusement coloring his tone. "Ma'am, are you ok in there? Can we continue?" The mocking note in his voice adds a layer of humiliation.

Slowly, gently, they both start to withdraw. Their monstrous cocks drag agonizingly against my overstretched ear canals, the hot, slick lengths retreating and leaving behind a keen sense of emptiness filled only by wet, degrading sloshing sounds. They aren't entirely gone, though. Their cock heads remain firmly lodged, the blunt tips preventing my poor ears from sealing back to their normal shape. My mind wheezes in relief, though, my thoughts becoming clearer as the brain tissue decompresses back to semi-normal.

With the temporary reprieve, disturbing images flash across my consciousness: my precious Blake stumbling upon this lewd scene... her innocent, emerald gaze filled with horrified confusion... seeing her mother - the strong, protective Kali Belladonna - reduced to a mewling, cross-eyed mess with two enormous cocks drooling in her ears, stretching her wits to the brink. The vile liquid streams down the side of my face, tracing rivulets down my cherub cheeks, dripping down to soak the fabric hugging my large breasts.

And like a dam breaking, the tears come flowing, creating a foamy mixture with the saliva drooling from my parted lips. It's too much, too overwhelming. "GGHHHnngh..." The garbled sound at the back of my throat is the only signal of my distressed state.

Despite my internal turmoil, I don't stop them when they resume their lewd motions. Why? Strangely, the blatant violation sends shivers of delight coursing up my spine, the strange pleasure broiling in my depths intensifying with each passing moment. My brain is in an odd state of flux—my reflexes sluggish, my nerves a hyperactive mess—lost in the throbbing echoes of their voices and the pulsating heat of their cocks buried in my ears.

"Can...can we continue?" Torque's voice drips with insincere concern, his laughter poorly concealed. Heat floods my face—the locking of their eyes on me, their half-hard members still lodged inefficiently in my ears is nothing short of mortifying.

Silence stretches around me like a suffocating blanket—the only audible cues being the pounding of my heart and the rhythmic drip-drop of my spit onto the polished table. An overwhelming sense of vulnerability washes over me as their expectant gazes bore down on me.

But there is no answer. I'm too dazed, too aroused to articulate a response—my mind a turmoil, caught between the desperate need to make sense of the brazen debauchery and the unfamiliar tendrils of perverse pleasure creeping into my awareness.

Their silent amusement ripples through the room before being punctuated with Torque's defining statement, "Well, we didn't hear any objections, so…"

And just as the echo of his words starts to fade, their meaty cocks SLAM back into me with a force that reverberates through my skull—and into my aching brain. The shocking force drives my hips forwards, rivulets of drool leaking from my slack mouth to stain the fabric of my bodysuit.

Their bellies slap against the side of my face, their swinging balls smacking against my cheeks again—each hard thrust of their bodies smashing into me, sending shockwaves through my jiggling bosom, each shudder of my tits evidence of their indomitable prowess.

My eyes are rolling up in their sockets, vision blurring dangerously as the overwhelming sensations flood my senses. A shrill, piercing squeal escapes my parted lips, a sound so primitive, so undeniably erotic that it ignites a primal form of pleasure—an unbridled wave of arousal crashing through me.

Blinking away hot tears, I focus on the erotic hum of my body—the resonant vibrations deep within me syncing with the throbbing of their massive cocks slamming into my skull. A flicker of surprise sparks within my clouded mind as I feel the strange pleasure growing, spreading, consuming me.

Their violating lengths ignite a perverse pleasure that cascades through me, a torrent that leaves me gasping and twitching, my pussy tightening and slickening—a carnal plea for the attention so cruelly monopolized by the cruel cocks invading my skull.

I move my hands to my heaving tits and start fondling them - kneading the soft mounds and flicking and pinching my stiff nipples through the fabric.

The sensation of their massive cocks drilling into my brain plunges me further into the vortex of madness — ruining my coherence, scrambling my cognition. Brick's beastly shaft burrows deep into the backside of my brain, pushing through memories and skills accumulated over the years. Torque's massive member presses against the front of my brain — the logical, rational part.

Slam! Smack! There's a rhythm to their brutal thrusts, a cruel melody scored to the pulse of my heart and punctuated by their bestial grunts. Each twitch of their ample shafts carving a lewd orchestra within me. Brick's deep voice echoes, "You're taking it all like a good little slut, aren't you? Wonder how long you'd last before your brain turns into mush."

Torque chimes in, a wicked grin curling his lips. "Bet she won't even remember how to walk after we're done."

Tears sting my eyes at his grotesque prediction, the gagged sobs giving voice to my ordeal. Ghira... Blake... My heart wrenches at the thought of my family. Would I forget those dear to me? Forget their faces? Their names?

Just as a tingle of panic courses through me, Torque stuffs his beefy cock even deeper into me—straight into my cerebrum, the control center of my brain.

Beautiful flowers in the Belladonna garden... the smell of freshly brewed tea... Blake's first words... All these memories, the happy moments of my life, get replaced by the mushy texture of his twitching dick. It squeezes and kneads my precious thoughts, replacing them with crude, perverse whispers of pleasure.

And as if resonating with their vile threats, a crushing wave of pleasure roars over me. I feel my knees buckle, the chair creaking under my weight. But the ruthless duo doesn't stop. Their shafts pump in and out of me faster than ever—skewering my gray matter, scrambling my cohesive thoughts into an incohesive mess, rapidly evicting reality from my senses with each plunge of their unforgiving cocks.

My pussy clenches in an unprecedented wave of pleasure, juices soaking through the stretchy cloth and puddling between my clenched thighs - an aphrodisiac symphony resonating within the pit of my belly. It's carnal, it's animalistic, a spiraling loop of pleasure and violation that tosses me into a whirling tempest.

And the worst part... I am starting to enjoy it, enjoy the twisted pleasure coursing through my veins.

A weird warmth blooms within me, spreading through my confounded mind. My ears, once pristine, now violated canals echoing with their slapping skin, their bestial grunts, now seem so receptive to their brutal onslaught.

I continue to clamp my teeth shut, drool spilling over my bottom lip as a gratifying shiver crawls up my spine. Their monstrous cocks stirring my thoughts, the room spinning, reality blurring and contorting.

As Brick gives his cock a brutal thrust, it stabs the memories of my wedding—of a young and feisty Ghira in a traditional human tuxedo, the intensity in his eyes as he pulled me in for our first marital kiss. My mind instead forms a jarring image of Brick's muscular, sweat-beaded body slamming into a blushing bride—an obscene parody of my priceless memory.

Simultaneously, Torque's cock manages to find a similar delicate corner of my brain. My vision swirls, the memory of little Blake toddling towards me for the first time fades into a pixelated mess, replaced with the image of Torque's chiseled abs, the vivid sight of his pulsating, veiny cock stuffing my ears.

The pleasure building within transcends into a desperate void - a craving for more that shocks even my fractured, cum-bleached mind. Grimacing through gritted teeth, my hands continue to knead my heavy bosom, pinching and lightly tugging at my nipples.

Their hands lock on my face, their palms greedily sandwiching my cheeks as their fingers wiggle and curl into my soft hair. The pressure is unyielding, their grip becoming the only anchor tethering me to reality, controlling my fitful squirms as their cocks continue to pillage the remnants of my cognition.

Is this what it truly means... to be fucked out of my own mind?

"Fuck… I'm gonna… Shit!" Brick's words are slurred, the tone thick and guttural with impeding climax. My heart pounds, my vision blurring as his cock twitches violently inside my skull.

Reality seems to warp as Torque braces his hand against the side of my head to ground his thrusts. "Cumming! Oh, fuck… Cumming…" His strangled cry melds with Brick's final grunting thrust, sending a rush of the vile heat plunging into my brain.

"Gl-Glkk!" The sound that tears from my throat is inhuman, the explosive feel of cum filling my head shocking. Their cum is hot, scorching my thoughts, overloading my senses, their grunts of satisfaction setting the obscene rhythm of their messy ejaculations.

I hear Squelch! SSLASH! Squelch! SPLURT! their cum erupting in thick, gut-wrenching waves inside my overstuffed ears.

The interruption of their cockheads sends putrid gushes of cum bubbling back down my ear canals, spurring gory geysers to cascade down my face. It slathers my cheeks, splattering against the desk, and matting my low-neck bodysuit. Their cum dribbles heavily from my ears, trickling down my neck to pool between my fat tits, staining the fabric and sizzling against my heaving chest.

And despite the depravity, my body reacts instinctively. Though I try to hold it back, a guttural whimper resonates deep within me as pleasure lights on my nerves—pleasure derived from the debasing act of my brain being invasively inseminated.

The heat of their twin shots fills my head, drowning my thoughts—precious memories eclipsed by indescribable sensations. Suddenly, my brain-space is liquefied—these sacred corners of my mind and their cherished memories corrupted and ruined by hot, foul jizz.

I shudder, the mind-numbing orgasm carrying the twin freighters of Brick and Torque's pent-up volleys right into my cognition. Like a dam breaking under the strain of a relentless flood, their thick, boiling cum starts to fill my head. I can feel every pulsating throb of their cocks as they empty their sacks into my overstuffed ears, the voluminous gush painting the deepest recesses a wicked off-white. Instantly, waves of heat and nausea threaten to unhinge me.

I feel Brick's seed first. It's a lava cascade: hot, abrasive, leaving traces of its path as if it intends a permanent residence. His cum is dense, heavy, its scent pungent as bleach. My mind reels as it bulges against my literate corners, eroding the cherished memories into echos and after-images.

"Filling her smart little brain with their dumb cum." Torque chuckles, his laughs reverberating through his cock, sending further tremors of warm cum searing into my moist, pounded brain.

He keeps laughing, delighting in the aftermath of prodigious ejaculation. It's an attempt to shove me down further into humiliation, reminding me of my fragmented identity. I want to snap a retort, defend my honor, but all that escapes my gagged throat is an incoherent "RRr... rrr..."

Meanwhile, Torque's essence, thick and lumped with pearlescent jets of overactive sperm, doesn't lag far behind. His spurt drills deeper into my brain, inseminating my cherished corners with wanton abandon. My nostrils flare as I take in his scent — a twist of irony that someone as vile as him could bear the scent of sweet vanilla. Yet, it's an irony that's quickly eclipsed by his juvenile conceit.

Crinkling pages and the quiet hush of the library envelop me. The rich, earthy aroma of aged paper forms a backdrop to the colorful illustrations that Blake admired... But the warmth of that memory dissolves, succumbing to the scalding gush that fills my head. Despite the blind fury coursing through me, my mind begins to rot- a gnawing emptiness forming in the once treasured memory's place.

A strange sound like a sigh escapes my lips.

"Bet you never thought your pretty little brain would end up as a cum sponge, huh?" Torque taunts as he works his still-throbbing cock into my ears.

The sensation of my sacred spaces filling with Brick and Torque's spent seed is bizarrely erotic.

The memory of my first morning in Menagerie — the vivid hues of dawn casting a soft glow over the landscape viewed from our balcony — is blotted out by fat ropes of cum. The tranquil sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves get replaced with the wet slaps of their balls against my face, their grunts drumming a lewd rhythm that blots out the cherished symphony.

Next, the gentle moment of surprise in Ghira and Blake's eyes as they present me a handmade necklace fades into the messy squirts of cum. Their insidious release muddies the soft hues of the memory, irreplaceable artifacts of love smudged and defiled under their haphazard brush. The necklace, once a symbol of our family's unity, is corrupted into a noose of disgrace.

And with each demolishing ram into my head, I let out a mewling moan. My own voice sounds far away, but the perverse pleasure it carries is unmistakably mine. Each chunky spurt of their semen feels like another piece getting chipped away from my identity. The loss should be devastating, but the erotic nuance of the act keeps me tethered to the moment's reality, the intensity of the perverse pleasure too raw to ignore.

Squish! Spurt! Their cum squirts out from my nose, hot and searing. The slimy texture coats my nostrils, a nauseating imitation of a nasal spray. The stench of bleach is overwhelming, and I gag against the foreign intruders..

And God, the humiliation...

From their degrading insults, and how their victorious groans from their bleeding cocks ring through my head to how my body responds to this vile act—squirming, gasping, heaving. Even worse is how I've pathetically taken to it all, my whimpers and sobs only adding to the degrading orchestra.

All my life, I've fought against the oppressive dominance of the world around me. Yet here I am, becoming the object of their brute dominance—the woman who once stood proud now helplessly brought to unthinkable ecstasy by these two humans treating her mind as if their personal cum drenched playground.

And just like that, it happens. First, the resistance crumbling, the fight fading, and then the unthinkable acceptance. Pleasure, once a foreign and cruel intruder, starts to morph into a desperate craving—an unholy itch that demands an even rougher scratch. The slow, agonizing drip-drip of cum leaking from the corner of my mouth feels less repulsive, with each passing moment turning into a sensuous tease.

When their pulsating cocks finally begin to retreat, they leave behind a trail of devastation. My brain—a labyrinth of cherished recollections now stands soiled, the remnants of their malicious pleasure simmering within. Their retreat sends a final shower of off-white, lukewarm obscenity spilling onto my outfit and between my heaving breasts, the stain a harsh reminder of this mind-blasting ordeal.

Through it all, my voice is stolen—reduced to mewls and broken whimpers. The incriminating letter lay forgotten in the background—its implications looming, yet dwarfed by the unprecedented chaos, challenging my sanity and reshaping my existence in the most twisted and perverse way.

My eyes flutter as Torque and Brick slowly retract, their cocks easing out of my abused ears with a suckling, wet PLOP. Strands of off-white cum stretch between my ears and their softening cocks, the obscene curtain of their spendings clinging on in the diminishing aftermath.

Cum seeps from my ears, a trickle of heated perversion tinted grotesquely yellow from their deposits, stinking with the scent of bleach and their brutish musk, infiltrating the recesses of my learned mind. My cat ears leak a thin stream, forging a slimy path down my cheeks, where it gathers at the corners of my mouth in a sloppy display of my total defilement.

Once the vessel of proud intellect and nurturing guidance, now, my mind bastes—seethes—in their insecure male aggression. Their essence pools in my cerebrum, marking its presence in the dark nooks of my cognition.

My once immaculate outfit adorns a brutal reminder of this twisted ordeal. Stained heavily with their steaming release, the fabric clings to my cum-glazed cleavage, revealing a perverse silhouette adorned with splatters. My necklace hangs askew under the weight of the cum-ropes clinging to it.

The once orderly desk wears the aftermath of my mind-brutalizing clusterfuck—my dignified workspace crisscrossed with streaks of discarded semen. Cum trails snake through the corners, staining my carefully stacked paperwork, the faint smell of male impudence triggering the imagery of my debasement.

"What you reckon, Brick?" Torque drawls, surveying the aftermath of their joined conquest. His gaze lingers at the cum pooling at the hem of my hakama, the fabric clung to my sticky skin in debauched surrender.

Bricks deep chuckle reverberates through the room, lapping at my dignity with lewd amusement, "Still breathing alright," he huffs, his gaze riveted at my cum-soaked figure –a humiliating sight of my once stern exterior now drowning under their sexual anarchy.

Their laughter echoes in my cum-filled head—a twisted mockery of the respect and dignity once owed to my name, my status. The realization that my office, a bastion of my duty and responsibilities, has witnessed such a degradation is a bitter pill to swallow.

I feel the sticky, lukewarm evidence of their lust dripping down my face, my bodysuit, matting my hair. The once comforting scent of my perfumed hair and the lingering aroma of my chai is overpowered by the harsh, alien fragrance of their slimy climax. The world around me has transformed into a nauseating carousel of sensations, the spinning so intense that I fear I may never stand firm again.

"Whoa there—" Torque's hand reaches out to steady me as my knees buckle, his touch to my flushed skin an aggravating reminder of our debasing liaison. His words, seemingly laced with concern, elicit a twisted mimicry of a giggle from deep within me. How ironic, I think, their acts of chivalry emerging post their lascivious conquest.

"Way to overthink, Torque. She's practically purring," Brick retorts, his voice carrying an edge of impatience, "Unless the boss decides to punish us for fucking her too good."

My mind zones in on his words—their boss, the impending punishment, the pieces fit, but I'm too cum-sloshed, too shaken to draw a coherent picture. It hovers on the horizon of my muddled mind—an unseen political puppeteer. Was this all an elaborate political move? A plot conceived in the vile depths of political vengeance to dethrone my husband and plunge Menagerie into chaos—an orchestrated plot with me as the sacrificial pawn.

As comprehension dawns, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the polished surface of my office desk. The woman staring back is unfamiliar. Her plump lips glisten with strands of cum. Her cheeks are burning, her eyes rolling back in an absent gaze, the intensity of their orgasmic onslaught forever etched upon her features.

Her tongue lolls out pathetically, tasting the salty aftermath of their hot cum. Her ears are filled with sloshing sperm, her once intelligent mind now leaking the gloopy cocktail straight from their balls. It bubbles out of her nose, a torrent of cum cascading over her ivory skin like a depraved fountain.

A whimper escapes my lips. It carries an unfamiliar note—the edge of animalistic pleasure. It dawns on me, the sick, twisted truth—I enjoyed this. Their monstrous cocks stretching my brain to limits unspeakable has ignited a latent beast within me—a slut chasing a perverse high.

"Fuck! Look at that smile," Torque's sharp intake of breath pierces through the haze of my shock, followed by a low whistle from Brick. Their heartened conversation adds to my horror, a chilling realization that I have indeed unknowingly presented them an elaborate show.

I blink, miserably, against the humiliation. My face has fully slumped into an unholy portrayal of ecstasy - twisted mouth, lolling tongue, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed bright red. A horrifying reflection of the public image I've safeguarded my entire life.

"And they said this would be hard," Torque snickers, blatantly ignoring my distraught state, "She's got her smug, cute little smile and everything."

Brick nods in agreement, "She's in kitty heaven. Job well done."

Suddenly I'm aware of the cool evening air brushing against my sticky skin; the raucous sounds of the evening descending on Menagerie filling the silence of the room. And as the two men exit my office, leaving behind the aftermath of their visit, I'm left there grinning and blushing, leaked cum dribbling down my outfit and cascading from my overloaded mind.

The echoing silence doesn't demand an apology or explanation. Instead, my silence speaks volumes of my broken dignity, a blatant sign of my ravaged mind and body—the messy aftermath of my tormentor's exploitation. The woman in the messy hakama, with her brain filled to the brim with vile cum.

The once dignified Kali Belladonna, broken and debased, yet carrying a brazen smile. A symbol of her pathetic final display of total surrender. The purring satisfied cat Faunus, basking in the lewd aftermath of her brain's insemination.

Laps in Judgmentaphrodite_tgSummary:

In her relentless race toward athletic stardom, Misaki Sakura finds herself entangled in an unconventional bargain with a reclusive shut-in. Tasked with luring him back into the light of day and the halls of academia, her journey swiftly descends from the heights of her aspirations into the depths of debasement.

This is a 1st person female POV conversion of this NTR hentai comic: /g/403017/1/

This story accompanies the hentai panel by panel (especially after the first couple pages), so you can treat it as an accompaniment!

(All characters in this story are 18 or older)

Chapter 1Chapter Text

My heart throbs in my chest, echoing in my head like a drum. It's not fear or nervousness. Not really. It's anticipation. The familiar voice of the announcer booms over the loudspeakers, "Take your position!"

Sweat beads at my forehead, trickling down to my brow. It's hot, but that's not why I'm sweating. I step up to the starting line, adjusting my red sports bra. It's designed for high intensity activities, but it's straining against the sheer size of my oversized breasts with each breath I take. A sharp contrast to the other girls in their bralettes and tank tops, their flat chests giving them an advantage I've lost this year when my tits really started developing.

As I take my runner's position, my breasts press against my chest, the 95 cm mounds straining against the fabric of my sports bra, their hefty weight pulling me forward. The fabric of my fitted black shorts clings to my ass and thighs, hot from the previous run. My pink spiked running shoes dig into the track, ready for the explosive start.

"Set," the announcer's voice echoes again, and I feel the tension in the air. All the strategies, all the techniques, everything goes blank as I focus on the moment.

"GO!"

I take off, my muscles straining as I push against the ground. My breasts bounce uncontrollably, their rhythm mismatching my strides. I can feel them, their sway, their rebel against my every move, slowing me down, throwing me off balance. It's a cruel irony, being an athlete who's slowed down by her own body.

I can almost hear the clock ticking, each second a taunt, a stabbing reminder of what I once was and what I've become now. My mind roars with a blend of technicalities and frustrations, calculations of strides blending with curses aimed at my burdensome tits.

The finish line approaches and I throw myself across it. Panting, my chest heaving, making my tits bounce in a ridiculous manner. That final bounce, a mocking applause for my efforts.

My time flickers on the screen. 12 and a half seconds. I wince, turning away from the jeering onlookers. Feelings of disappointment wash over me and I trudge towards the locker room. The echoing of defeat remains with me, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Inside the locker room, the clatter of shoes and girlish giggles contrast my silence. Their slim, athletic bodies, untainted by the curse of oversized breasts, arouse a sense of envy within me. I glance at my reflection, my gaze falling on my massive bust. I curse at them, my voice a bitter whisper in the bustling room.

"Why did you have to grow so much?" It's a question I've asked myself every day for the past year, ever since their growth spurt started.

Once elegant and athletic, my body is now a spectacle, a laughing stock. My tits have become my identity, masking the athlete I'm trying to be. The unsolicited attention, the hidden whispers, everything has stolen my confidence, really affecting my self-image.

My gaze shifts to other girls in their bralettes, their youthful bodies slender and ideal for athletics. The sting of jealousy is sharp, reminding me of the struggle I never signed up for.

While I'm lost in my thoughts, a streak of movement catches my attention. It's Jun-ichi, his face split into that familiar, irritating grin.

"Don't fucking STARTLE me like that!" My heart still pounding, I frown but can't entirely hold back a smile.

"Good work today!" he says, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

The summer afternoon is merciless, the sun's rays bouncing off the track, making the air around us shimmer. We sit together, the bare ground warm beneath us. I squint at him through the haze, my body still humming with the adrenaline from the race.

Anxiety claws its way back into my brain as we chat. The upcoming proficiency test, my own physical changes... everything melds into a big, fat, overwhelming burden. Negative thoughts creep in, taunting me about my poor athletic performance.

Jun-ichi gives me a light shove. "Hey," he says, his voice soft. "Tell me! I wanna hear your plans!"

"I... I want to get into Oyama University," I finally admit, the words tumbling out in a rush.

I've always wanted to go to Oyama, ever since I was a little girl. I remember watching their track team on TV, admiring their grace, their strength… fuck it looked fun. The fervor in the crowd, the respect in the commentators' voices, the pride in the winners' eyes - it all beckoned to me, a dream that I wanted to be a part of. To be more than just small-time.

I can see the surprise register in Jun-ichi's eyes. It's not, like, a secret, but it's the first time I've told him.

He whistles appreciatively, "Oyama, huh? That's one of the most prestigious universities in the country." He doesn't say it directly, but I can hear the unspoken doubt. He knows about my declining performance.

With a courage I didn't know I had, I look straight into his eyes. "Okay. I know it's a long shot," I say, my voice firm. "But it's a shot I'm willing to take."

He chuckles, ruffling my hair, his touch surprisingly soft. "That's my girl, never saying no to a challenge." The lightness of his words holds a promise of support, a comfort that I desperately need.

I roll my eyes at him, leaning into his touch. Even if the world crumbled around me, Jun-ichi would stand by my side.

Misaki, ya know, life is kinda like a sandwich."

I blink. "A... sandwich?"

"Yeah! You know, the more you add to it, the harder it gets to bite. But that just means you're making it more epic and delicious. So, your struggles... they're just extra cheese and tomatoes making your life sandwich too big to bite all at once. But eventually, you'll find a way to take a BIG, satisfying chomp out of it."

For a moment, there's silence. My brain tries, and fails, to process the absurdity of the metaphor. Then, without warning, laughter bubbles up from my stomach, breaking free in loud, uncontrollable bursts. The sound startles a nearby bird into flight.

"Hey, don't laugh at me!" Jun-ichi protests.

"Damn it!" I manage between giggles, clutching my sides as they cramp and my breasts jiggle painfully with each heave. "That's so funny. Sorry, I never thought you'd say something like this. I'm so happy. I was just feeling down, but thanks to you, I'm feeling much better."

Breathless, I wipe a tear from my eye, my laughter finally subsiding into gentle chuckles.

"I'm confident this slump is only temporary. I'll have my usual record back soon. I'm absolutely going to attend Oyama, become the best in Japan, and compete on a global scale!" My voice grows firmer with each word, bolstered by Jun-ichi's unintentionally hilarious encouragement.

Jun-ichi, smiling warmly, nods. "Okay, Misaki, I got it. On our next date, I'll make sure to take you to a delicious cafe. We'll order the biggest, most unwieldy sandwiches they have. We'll tackle them together, just like we'll tackle everything else."

"Jun-ichi... I love you..."

—

One month until the proficiency test...

Every morning, even before the sun peers over the horizon, I'm there – pounding the track, pushing harder, faster. The chill of the dawn does nothing to cool the burning in my lungs as I gasp for air. My sports bra, the latest high-support model that promised to rein in my big, jiggly cantaloupes, is already drenched in sweat. The straps dig into my shoulders, but the relentless bouncing never stops. Plap, plap, plap – a staccato accompaniment to the thudding of my spikes on the track.

I can almost feel each pound of my G-cup tits pulling me down with every jarring step, a stark contrast to the compact musculature of other runners. I've tried EVERYTHING at this point – layering bras, using tape to reduce movement, but it's a battle that leaves me raw and chafed, my skin screaming in protest under the adhesive.

These tits are just too big.

The stopwatch in my coach's hand is relentless, ticking away my future with every lap that fails to cut it. I'm getting worse, not better. My face contorts with frustration, tears threatening to spill. I brush them away angrily. "Not now, Misaki," I mutter to myself. Dreams of Oyama hang like a pendulum above my head, each swing a sharp reminder of my failing times.

Three weeks until the proficiency test...

Rain lashes the track, turning it into a slick, unforgiving surface. My breaths turn to mist as they leave my lips, and my sports bra clings to me like a second skin. It offers no respite – my tits, slick with the combination of rain and sweat, continue their humiliating dance. Up and down, side to side, the uncomfortable movement remains unhindered by the layers attempting to suppress them.

Every stride is a waterlogged struggle, my legs feeling leaden against the sodden track. The rain mixes with my tears, washing away the salty tracks of frustration. "No one said it was going to be easy," I remind myself each time my foot strikes the ground, the sound drowned by the heavens opening up above me.

Two weeks until the proficiency test...

I'm a fixture on the track, my presence as reliable as the sunrise. I'm giving it everything I have, my coach shouting cues, trying to steer me through my sticking points, but my body feels like it's betraying me. Strength training, interval training – I cycle through the motions mechanically, muscle memory trying to compensate for the erratic rhythm my breasts impose on my form.

Each time I burst from the starting blocks, my body rebels. Instead of the powerful streamline I aim for, I'm met with the jarring reality of my disproportionate physique. My core grapples with the instability, my spine arching and flexing, begging for some kind of normalcy as I drive forward.

One week until the proficiency test...

0:12:55.00. The numbers glare at me accusingly from the digital display. Everything feels heavy – my heart, my breasts, the sinking sensation that I'm running in place, going nowhere. "What should I do? At this rate..."

I'm at the edge of despair, my determination wearing thin against the unyielding fabric of my sports bra, which seems to mock my struggle. No matter how much I focus on my form, no matter how much I visualize the perfect race, my body has become my own obstacle.

I stand there, panting, my breasts heaving against their restraints, sweat carving rivulets down my skin. The dusk settles around me, and the empty track feels like a witness to my silent plea for help. Despite the exhaustive efforts, the incessant training, the tried and tested methods, nothing has prepared me for the fight against my own anatomy. The realization is crushing – how can I compete when the very thing holding me back is a part of me?

With weary legs and a heavy heart, I collect my things from the sidelines. I need to regroup, rethink, and face the looming proficiency test with whatever I have left in me.

—

The mundane drone of the classroom, filled with the monotone delivery of historical dates and events by Mr. Tanaka, is suddenly pierced by the sharp squawk of the intercom. Every head snaps towards the speaker as the secretary's voice cuts through the ambiance.

"Grade 10, Class 2, Misaki Sakura-san. Please come to the principal's office right away. The principal would like to talk to you."

A collective "Ooooh" ripples through the classroom, a chorus of curiosity and speculation. My cheeks heat up under their gaze, the weight of my books suddenly feeling like a burden on my desk. Pushing my chair back, I mumble an embarrassed "Excuse me" and shuffle towards the door, my pleated skirt swishing around my thighs with each step. I can feel the eyes of my classmates on me, possibly guessing the reason for the summons, but more likely just taking advantage of the opportunity to covertly ogle the heavy sway of my chest beneath my blouse.

The school hallways are eerily silent.

My footsteps echo on the linoleum, a lonely rhythm accompanied only by the soft thud of my school bag against my hip. As I approach the principal's door, a knot of anxiety tightens in my stomach. My hand hesitates for a moment before knocking – a soft, tentative rap against the polished wood.

"Come in," calls a voice from inside.

Principal Kobayashi's shiny bald head gleams under the overhead lights, and a bead of sweat slowly makes its way down his cheek. Adjacent to him stands a distinguished-looking older woman in a striking red dress. Her posture and the authority radiating from her commands the room's attention instantly.

"Oh, she's here. Come, have a seat!" The woman's voice is gentle yet carries an underlying note of command.

Principal Kobayashi clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable as he adjusts his glasses. "Sakura-san, this lady is Chancellor Nishimura of Oyama University."

"Pleased to meet you," she says, offering a smile that, despite the situation, puts me slightly at ease.

I nod politely, managing a timid "Hajimemashite," before taking a seat on the couch next to Principal Kobayashi. My legs press together, and my hands fidget in my lap, betraying my nervousness a bit.

Chancellor Nishimura's gaze is scrutinizing but not unkind as she begins, "I've been following your progress for the past two years, Sakura-san. You're a beautiful and talented short-distance runner, and I was hoping you'd consider joining our university."

Her words wash over me, a mix of disbelief and hope fluttering in my chest. But then she continues, her tone shifting slightly. "However, based on your recent track record, I understand there has been a... delay in expected progress?"

I swallow, the lump in my throat suddenly feeling as massive as my chests that have been the bane of my athletic pursuits recently. "Well, yes..." I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Sakura-san, slumps occur in all athletes. That's why I've come here today to make you a proposal."

My heart skips a beat. "A proposal?" The word echoes in the room, laden with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Yes, I want you," she pauses for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine, "to help my grandson."

—

I stand on the plush carpet of Chancellor Nishimura's grand living room, my heart pounding in my chest. She adjusts her slippers with an air of finality and glances at me, her gaze both assessing and surprisingly warm.

"Now, I have business outside, so I'll leave my grandson to you," she announces.

"Huh? Ah, no way…" I stammer out, the idea of being alone with her grandson sending a jolt of nervous energy through me.

I recall the deal she proposed, a lifeline thrown in the midst of my despair. Her grandson, a year my junior, a phantom student haunted by rumors of being a shut-in. Her words echoed in my head, "He never goes to school and spends all of his time in his room. My son and his wife wouldn't listen to anything I said, and I'm at my wits' end."

And then the catch, the proposal that would bind our fates together:

"If you persuade my grandson to go to school, we would waive all of your tuition and welcome you to Oyama." Such a simple statement, yet loaded with implications. The university's experienced coaches could offer me the guidance I desperately needed. It wasn't just a deal; it was a lifeline… for both of us.

I'd nervously accepted, feeling the weight of her expectations settling on my shoulders.

Jun-ichi had been supportive when I told him, his belief in me unwavering. "You'll do great, Misaki," he'd said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "Just be yourself, and he'll listen."

And here I am, doubting every step as I approach the grandson's sanctuary. My knuckles rap lightly against the door, the sound feeble in the vast expanse of the house.

No answer.

I knock again, this time with a little more force, my anxiety mounting with each passing second. Silence reigns, save for the soft ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall. It's almost as if the house itself is holding its breath, waiting for what comes next.

Guess I'll just try opening it.

Before I can so much as glimpse inside, a frantic shout erupts from within, "DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!" The pitch of his voice goes straight through me, and my heart rate spikes immediately.

But it's too late, the view inside etches itself into my mind in horrifying detail. Taro Nishimura, sprawned on an old gamer chair worn thin with use, his pants pooled at his ankles. My eyes widen in shock as I realize the lurid pink object he's clutching at his crotch is a… a fleshlight? Disbelief and horror choke me, and I stand rooted to the spot, the door gaping wide open between us.

Taro himself is frozen mid-stroke, his pale face drained of color as he gapes at me. His body - pudgy, white flesh marred with acne, and barely hidden by the worn-out anime tee - is sending a wave of revulsion through me. His hair is a greasy tangle, falling around his face in uneven strands. His thick-rimmed glasses are crooked on his nose, accentuating the shock in his round face.

My gaze moves down, unwillingly, to his crotch. It's not the size or the sight of it that makes me want to run; it's the wet, pink sleeve - a crude imitation of a woman's pussy - that's wrapped around it. The squelching sound of it, against his rough and fast strokes from just a moment ago, echoes in my ears, making my stomach curl.

My gaze finally escapes his frozen form, wandering around the cluttered wasteland that is his den. There's a musty smell that permeates the room, mixing disgustingly with the lingering scent of noodle broth and old pizza boxes. The dim light from his multiple computer screens flickers, illuminating piles of manga, and anime DVDs strewn around the place. An overfilled wastebasket catches my eye, the crumpled tissues spilling over the side painting a picture of his solitary nights.

The room is a visual echo of the man-child in front of me - unkempt, odorous, and shockingly honest in its depictions of a life gone astray.

Time stretches out, palpable in its tension. I want to scream, to run, but my legs refuse to move, and my voice is stuck in my throat. We're suspended in this torturous tableau, an explosive silence stretching between us.

I swallow hard, mustering the remains of dignity. I take a step back, my voice finally finding its way out, "I'll...I'll be outside." I stammer before I shut the door, blocking out the grotesque sight. The door clicks shut, and I lean against it, my heart pounding against ribs as I try to blot out the mental image that has been seared into my mind.

I'm mortified, every fibre of my being screaming to just run and never look back. But then, there's too much at stake – my dreams, my future. I straighten my back, gathering every ounce of courage I possess, before pushing the door open once more.

He's hurriedly pulled on his pants, turning his back to me, his focus seemingly back on the blaring computer screens. The tension in the room is palpable, a sharp, edgy thing.

"DON'T JUST BARGE IN HERE!" he roars without turning, his voice laced with embarrassment and anger. "And who the hell are YOU anyway?!"

"I'm... I'm Sakura," I stutter out, my voice barely above a whisper but gradually finding its strength. "I was asked by your grandmother to come here. I'm so, so sorry!"

"That old hag!" His fists clench visibly. "She just had to meddle, didn't she? Get out!"

"No way!" I stand my ground, even as my heart pounds against my chest, partly from the adrenaline, partly from what I had just walked in on. "That's impossible for me. I came all the way here to persuade you to attend school."

He whirls around then, his face a mask of defiance. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT. JUST GET OUT, ALREADY!"

I'm at a loss for words, the silence stretching between us like a chasm. My eyes dart around the room, landing on him again. There he sits, a fortress of stubbornness and isolation, his round, pudgy face set in a scowl that seems to ward off any attempt at conversation or connection.

Taking a shaky breath, I muster the courage to speak again.

"Please, just... listen to me for a moment." My voice is a mix of desperation and determination, a testament to the turmoil whirling inside me.

I look down at myself, at the pleated skirt of my school uniform, the fabric stretching uncomfortably across my chest as I take a deep breath. My fists are clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I try to will the trembling to stop.

"I want to go to Oyama University more than anything. But, because of a... certain situation," I begin, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment as I gesture vaguely towards my oversized breasts, "it's proving to be more difficult than I thought."

I lock eyes with him, hoping he'd understand the gravity of what I'm saying. "I don't want my dream to end here, at this stumbling block. That's why, please!" My voice breaks, but I press on, a fevered plea lacing my words. "I need to persuade you to return to school, no matter what. I realize it might seem selfish of me to ask this of you, but I desperately need your assistance. In exchange, I'll do anything you want—okay?"

He remains silent for what feels like an eternity, his gaze fixed on the floor. My heart pounds in my chest, waiting for any sign that he might listen, might understand. But when he finally speaks, it's not at all what I expect.

"Hmm. Anything, you say?" His eyes draw up, scanning me in a way that sets my nerves on edge.

I nod, despite the unease snaking its way through my stomach. "Yes, anything."

"Do you do sports?" he asks, his tone slightly more engaged but still peculiar, bordering on invasive.

I try to maintain composure, to keep the focus on the negotiation. "Yes, I—I do track and field," I admit, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his scrutiny.

He seems to ponder this for a moment, then, with a barely discernible shift in his demeanor, he says, "Looking closely, I believe you have a very attractive figure, Senpai. Do you have a boyfriend?"

The question catches me off guard, and my cheeks flush with heat. "Huh? Yes, I DO have a boyfriend," I find myself responding, irritated by the sudden, unwelcome turn in our conversation.

His gaze lingers a moment too long before he nods, almost to himself. "Track and field. I see that. Explains your plump body." His comment hangs in the air, awkward, unwelcome, and not entirely accurate given the context of my athletic pursuits.

"You're wrong," I say, trying again to steer our conversation back to something resembling productivity. "Girls don't usually have plump bodies from running. It's... it's actually a huge inconvenience for me. My, um, size makes it really hard to run."

It's like my words don't even register, his gaze having assessed my figure and drawn its own conclusions, informed more by fantasies than reality.

"If you really will do anything, let me see your underwear." The request slips out of his mouth so casually, as if he's talking about something as mundane as the weather.

I freeze, every fiber of my being recoiling in disbelief. Can he be serious? My face flames with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "I'm NOT going to do THAT," I retort, my voice carrying all the indignation and shock that's boiling inside me.

Taro, for his part, seems unfazed by my reaction. His body language, once awkward and hesitant, now exudes a sort of misplaced defiance. "FINE, then just go home!" he snaps back. "You're just blabbering on and on about yourself! Everyone is just trying to use me!"

For a moment, I'm speechless, caught up in the absurdity of the situation. Here I am, trying to negotiate my future, and I'm being thwarted by... by this, this...

"Everyone always wants something from me, but what about what I want? Huh? You come here, into my space, and you expect me to just...what? Jump at the chance to go back to a world that doesn't care about me? And for what? So you can go off and chase your dreams while I'm left behind? If you can't even do this much, get the hell out of here! I'm not going to cooperate with you!"

My heart sinks; as he goes on, my dream of attending Oyama University feels like it's slipping through my fingers, dissolving into nothing right before my eyes.

"Wait," I finally manage to interject, my voice barely above a whisper amidst his tirade. "Okay."

Chapter 2Chapter Text

Everything inside me recoils at the concession I'm making, but desperation makes its own rules.

Time seems to slow to an agonizing crawl as I reach down, my trembling fingers finding the hem of my pleated skirt. My cheeks burn, my humiliation a palpable, living thing coiling in the pit of my stomach as I slowly, ever so slowly, begin to lift the fabric.

"This isn't... This isn't how I saw my day going," I think to myself, my gaze fixated on a spot on the wall as I focus on anything but the reality of my situation. These aren't my thoughts. This isn't my body. This isn't me lifting my skirt.

The echo of my heartbeat seems to fill the room, thrumming in my ears, in my head, in my— every fiber of my being screams at me to stop, but desperation is a potent motivator.

I can hear him shift in his seat, the only sound in the otherwise deafening silence of the room. My eyes are screwed shut, but I can sense him inching closer, the presence of his lumbering body growing larger in my awareness.

"Is this... is this what you, uh... what you wanted to see?" I ask, and even to my own ears, my voice sounds weak and small, faded under the weight of my own mortification.

His reply comes as a murmur, barely louder than the soft hum of the computer fans in the background. "So, this is the underwear of a high school track and field runner, huh? Seems... fancy."

I can feel his hot breath brush against my exposed skin, the sensation stirring revulsion within me. *Too close... He's too close* I think, my teeth biting into my lower lip as I fight back the wave of embarrassment threatening to overwhelm me.

"Hey, stop!" I squeak out, my voice hitting a higher octave than I thought possible. "That's—that's enough!" I can feel my heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears. "Don't—don't..."

The sensation of his clumsy thumb pressing against the front of my panties is enough to break whatever composure I've managed to retain. I recoil at the touch, a whimper escaping my lips as everything suddenly becomes too much, too intense. The scent of my own embarrassment, of his stale room, the rough sound of my own hair brushing against my ears.

"Done," I hear myself say, the word barely audible. "Enough."

My patience is wearing thin, thinner than the edge of the blade. His ignorance, his blatant disregard for my feelings, my dignity—all of it stokes the fire of my anger into a raging inferno. I can feel my chest rising and falling, a flush of heat spreading across my skin. The room is closing in, suffocating me with the weight of his leering stare and the enormity of his demands.

It happens before I even register the impulse: my hand flies out with a life of its own, the crack of my palm against his flesh snapping through the air like a thunderclap. I watch, almost detached, as his glasses sail across the room, skittering away beneath a pile of discarded clothes and magazines.

The room plunges into silence, a stark, hovering pause. My hand stings, quivering from the force of the slap, and I realize then, with a sickening drop in my stomach, what I've done. My eyes widen, staring at the small droplets of blood that now dot the floor—a stark contrast to the pale carpet.

"I—I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" My words tumble out in a frenzied, horrified rush. I never wanted this—I'm not violent; I don't believe in using force. But he pushed and pushed, and I... I just broke.

He's silent, his expression hidden by either pain or shock as he cradles his cheek. When he finally looks up at me, his eyes are something cold, calculating.

"Kneel on the ground. Right now!"

I stare at him, my mind reeling. "Huh?"

"Take off your underwear and apologize to me, or I'll tell my grandmother and your parents that you attacked me," he hisses, his voice dark, carrying a threat that wraps around my throat like a vice.

His words are like a guillotine, slicing through the last tendrils of hope I'm clinging to, leaving me with nothing but a heavy dread and despair.

"You can either listen to me, or you can forget about attending university or doing track and field ever again!"

My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest, every beat echoing like a thunderclap in my ears. The reality of what I've done sets in, a chilling realization that has me trembling. Oh God, I've ruined everything...

I feel a bitter, turbulent wave of resentment churning in my stomach—how could he sink this low? I'm so angry at him, at myself, at this absurd, nightmarish situation.

In stagnant silence, my fingers hook under the band of my underwear. The fabric slides down my thighs, the cool air of the room hitting my bare skin sends a shiver up my spine.

"I'll do it..." I whisper, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Just... just forgive me already."

I lower myself to the floor, my knees sinking into the carpet. It's called dogeza, a deep bow done on hands and knees, forehead touching the ground—a physical manifestation of deep, utmost apology. It's so degrading, so humiliating, but it's my only choice.

"I—I apologize for... for getting emotional and hitting you," I mumble, pressing my forehead against the coarse carpet. The fabric of my blouse is pulled taut against my chest, my breasts creating an uncomfortable pressure against the floor. Every breath makes them jostle and jiggle, a cruel reminder of my oversized curse.

My skirt hitches up around my waist, leaving my bare ass exposed. The thought of him... of Taro looking at my exposed pussy has me blushing, the warmth flooding my cheeks in a deep shade of red.

"From now on, I'll... "I swallow again, a bitter taste in my mouth. "I'll listen to everything you say. So, please... please don't tell anyone about this!" I plead, my voice trembling with desperation. All my dreams, all my hard work... it all hangs in the balance of his decision.

The transition is as sudden as it is disorienting. One moment, I'm bowing on the floor, the next, I find myself sitting on the edge of his bed. He's behind me, his body pressing against my back. His pudgy belly is warm, even through the fabric of my blouse, and... and there's something else pressing between my ass cheeks—something hard. I bite down on my lip, trying not to think about it.

The air is thick with his smell—sweat and something muskier, a scent that fills my nostrils and makes my stomach churn. He's so close, too close, his hands trembling as they reach around me.

His fingers curl around my breasts, groping through the fabric of my schoolgirl blouse. His hands are large, almost engulfing my hefty mounds. God... I hate them, I hate my overgrown tits. But right now, they are his playthings, something for him to knead and fondle.

"Can't believe I'm about to touch a real live girl—" He exhales, half a whisper, half a mumble.

My cheeks blaze with embarrassment, my skin prickling under his touch. The silk tie of my uniform presses between my breasts. I whimper, "Just... don't... don't tell anyone, okay?"

There's silence for a moment, only punctuated by the soft rustle of fabric and my labored breathing. Then, his voice, soft and almost breathless near my ear, "How often do you and your boyfriend...?"

I choke, the question catching me off guard. "I... umm... several times... a month," I manage to stutter, the truth of my sexual experience laid bare to this absolute stranger.

He grunts in response, his hands kneading my breasts with renewed vigor. His inexperienced touches are rough, clumsy. He keeps mumbling things, words I'm trying desperately not to hear—about how erotic this is, about how he can't believe he's touching me.

The lewdness of it all is overwhelming—the taste of humiliation is bitter on my tongue, my body reacting to his touch in spite of itself. My heart pounds in my chest, the sound deafening in my ears.

His hands are clumsy, inexperienced, as they roam across the toned plane of my stomach. His pudgy fingers tracing over the hardened lines of my abs feel like an insult, a violation. These are muscles I've honed, sweated blood, and cried tears for—to him, they are just part of his perverse exploration.

I resist the urge to shudder as his fingertips dip into my belly button. Closing my eyes, I imagine it's Jun-ichi behind me, his familiar touch instead of this stranger's. His awkward comment about my 'fit body from doing track and field' only adds fuel to the raging fire of humiliation gutting me from inside.

His pudgy fingers trace over the exposed sliver of my belly under the hem of my blouse, and I feel nothing but degradation. These hands, soft and unworked, are a stark contrast to the muscles they're touching—muscles I've earned with sweat and determination.

"But... right here..." His breath is hot against my neck, sickeningly excited as he finds the hem of my shirt and the underside of my sports bra. His fingers are clumsy, grasping.

"OHO..." he breathes out, almost in awe. With a sudden, rough tug, he pulls upwards, and my world flips upside down. My breasts, constrained by the tight fabric of my sports bra, come tumbling out with a humiliating flop, slapping against my chest. The pasties over my nipples, meant to prevent chafing, are a poor shield against this violation.

A sharp squeal escapes me. I clamp my hands down on his, trying to shove the fabric back down, but it's too late. My heart thumps against my ribcage, the pounding so loud I swear he can hear it. My breaths come in short, panicked gasps as his touch, jerky and awkward, roams across my skin.

His breathing is ragged, mirroring mine but for entirely different reasons. I fight back the wave of nausea that threatens to overwhelm me, the sense of my own self-control slipping away every second his hands are on me. The feeling of being so utterly exposed, so powerless, is suffocating.

His grin is almost audible, a sound that sends a shiver through my already trembling frame. "Your boobs are HUGE!" he exclaims, and I can feel the vibration of his voice against my neck.

I wince, biting back a whimper as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my breasts, kneading them with a reckless abandon that leaves me breathless. "They—ahh—it's because I can't concentrate when I'm running," I manage to say, trying to school my voice into something resembling composure. "The pasties—they help with chafing."

He pauses, his hands stilling for a split second before resuming their invasive exploration. "And your boyfriend?" he probes, his words a distraction from the uncomfortable sensation of his rough touch.

I try to latch onto thoughts of Jun-ichi, summoning images of his kind face, his supportive smile, the way he's always believed in me. "He's always there for me," I start, my voice shaky. "He understands my struggles, cheers me on. He's... he's not like this."

But Taro doesn't seem to care about my affectionate depiction of Jun-ichi; if anything, his breath grows heavier, his hands more insistent. It's becoming harder to speak, harder still to think about anything but the feeling of his breath cascading down my neck and the relentless motion of his hands.

I'm shaking, my mind screaming out for this all to be a terrible nightmare. Taro, his face glistening with sweat, scoots to the edge of the bed kneeling down, ogling my chest with wide, unblinking eyes.

"These are great, but I wanna see your bare nipples," he breathes out, his voice thick with anticipation.

"NO! Don't take them off!" I protest in a frantic whisper, but it's as if he can't even hear me.

He reaches for the pasties, and I feel the cool air hit my skin as he slowly peels them away. The sensation is startling—the sudden rush of air followed by the awakening of my nipples as they respond to the unexpected exposure, becoming erect, goosebumps spreading like wildfire across my skin.

Taro's excitement only grows, his speech tumbling out in an exultant rush. "Oho! Your nipples—they're also rather big! I can't believe that you kept such seductive boobs hidden beneath your gorgeous face!"

His slovenly talk descends into utter nonsense, a relentless stream disconnected from any semblance of normalcy. My face burns a bright, searing red, my eyes wide with the degradation of it all.

The room is warm, too warm, as my mind teeters on the edge of incomprehension. I look down, glimpsing my nipples, now prominent and jutting forward against my lighter areolas. My pale breasts are stark against the rest of my skin, which carries a tanned hue from relentless days training on the track.

Taro's gaze is transfixed on my chest, his breath catching as if he's beheld something of awe – something he'd only encountered in his hentai videos.

The trickle of sweat between my breasts feels like a river now, each droplet navigating the curves and crevices, drawing his attention even more as they shimmer under the room's dim light. I've never felt so exposed, so objectified, and it's almost too much. I'm struggling to keep it together, every instinct telling me to cover up, to hide away from this leering gaze that sees me as nothing more than an object for his depraved indulgence.

His hands are on my breasts, indecently coiling around and squeezing them as if testing their elasticity. They're treated like mere stress balls, objects of perverse pleasure that exist solely for his amusement.

"Look at these fat udders," he breathes into my skin, moving his hands from their base to up where they peak into nipples. His fingers roll, pinch, and pull, treating my sensitive buds like playthings.

Protests form on my lips, a gurgled, "st—op", but he pays no heed, too engrossed in the spectacle my body has become. The sensation is strange, alien and overwhelmingly intense—an intermingling of violation, disgust, and a reluctant pleasure that pushes my sense of self-loathing higher.

His lips connect with my skin, harsh and moist. He sucks, his mouth gaping over the left nipple, slurping on it like a newborn, his hot breath punctuating the contact. I gasp at the overwhelming sensation, my body betraying me with the spiking arousal brought about by the suction.

Taro's pudgy face, his greasy hair fallen over his eyes, his thick-paneled glasses slipping down his nose, it's all horrifyingly surreal. As his mouth suckles, his hands constantly knead, mishandle, and grope, making me writhe in a mix of discomfort and… unholy stimulation.

I draw in a sharp breath, my body instinctively recoiling as a wave of tongues and teeth and heat washes over me. His mouth - his disgusting, greasy mouth - latches fully onto my nipple, a mixture of saliva and sweat and grime pooling on the sensitive skin.

I bite down hard on my lip, hating myself for the whimper that escapes me.

My fingers scrabble in the worn sheets, clutching the fabric as if it's my lifeline. Another soft, needy moan spills from my lips, muffled against the back of my hand. I hate the sound. I hate that it's my body reacting despite my best mental efforts.

He takes his time, each suck, each pull, each sloppy wet pass of his tongue searing a trail of filth and disgust into my consciousness. The ravishing is relentless, almost single-minded in its pursuit of my sensitivity as it flickers over my nipple.

His pudgy fingers squeeze at the base of my breast, shifting to the way they bounce, the hefty weight, a lurid fascination that just makes my stomach sink. Still his mouth continues to suck, in, out, in, out, his lips plump and chapped as they slide against my smooth skin. His saliva pools at the crevices, creating a disgusting map of his lecherous journey.

"Your nipples…" He draws back, smiling lewdly. "So salty, but delicious." His words dribble out.

And then, he does something truly obscene. He presses my gargantuan breasts TOGETHER, forcing them to face inward. They wobble like dough, my nipples pressed together as if in attempt to kiss each other.

I feel a guttural moan crawl up from the depths of my belly, spilling over my trembling lips as he crowds in, flicking his tongue over my two erect nipples. I whimper at the sensation, a fresh burst of embarrassment reddening my cheeks, my chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Defiled, trapped in the clutches of a disgusting boy, my pleas for respite go unheeded. The sensations crash into each other, building upon each other, creating a chaotic storm inside me.

My eyes blur with tears, their salty tang mixing with the invading scent of sweat… and something else. Internally, I'm screaming, my mind struggling to process the disgusting spectacle I've become. From an athlete, from a student, a lover, I've been reduced to a mere plaything for a gross shut-in.

"I hate this…" I shudder, his grunting, gnarly voice echoing in my ears. The pressure of his eager lips against my pushed-together nipples make a fresh wave of revulsion sweep over me. "You're so disgusting… Taro… Nishimura…" My throat tightens, his name a curse on my lips.

"Just remember," Taro pulls back. "You won't get into Oyama if you make me stop."

His words ring sour in my ears. I feel my stomach churn with dread, the threat of my dreams being yanked away from me. It rattles me, sends a shudder coursing through my flushed body. Unable to respond, I can only lie back on the bed.

He eyes me greedily, those thick-rimmed glasses barely concealing the lewd satisfaction that dances in his beady eyes. He's drinking in the sight of my breasts, their heavy sway, the blush of my nipples peaked and glistening from his slobber.

"Wow!" His voice slithers over my bare skin. "Your nipples are erecting. So... this is what it's really like. Just like the hentai."

Rage flutters under my skin, hot and prickling, but is quickly overwhelmed by a wave of nauseating repugnance as his eyes trail further south. His gaze is now transfixed between my legs where my disheveled skirt shows a bit too much, and I can see his lips moving as he starts blabbering again.

"My my Senpai!" Taro's smirk widens, his face shining with perverse glee. "Look at your pussy—it's getting wet!"

Horrified, I glance down, my breath hitching at the sight that greets my eyes, its lips flushed and slightly parted.

Shockingly, a dewy, sticky glisten has formed. A dampness that has turned those blooming lips of mine into a traitorous sign of bodily arousal, much in contradiction with how my mind is screaming to escape.

My chest heaves with uneven breaths, laborious inhales and exhales that send a tremble through my tits. I can feel it - the inexplicable heat pooling at my core, spreading through my lower body.

It's as if I'm not Misaki Sakura, the resilient athlete. I feel like someone else.

There's a flush of warmth that feels too much like blood rushing southward. I can taste the bitter tang of dread in my mouth, can hear the pound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears like the resounding plea of a prisoner's cry.

"This... can't be..." I breathe the words into the stillness of the room, my voice a mere ghost of itself. My muscles feel like they're filled with lead, too heavy for me to move even if I wanted to. The saliva in my mouth dries up, leaving a parched sensation, and a thirst that's got nothing to do with dehydration.

My thighs twitch, perhaps the only sign that I'm still alive amidst this crushing defeat. With every passing second, I can feel the dampness spreading across the insides of my thighs like a shameless brand. I've never felt so exposed...so raw...so ridiculously at the mercy of a perverted, unwashed, teenage boy.

I'm desperate to regain some semblance of control, to push back against this demeaning narrative he's constructing around my body's betrayal. "It's just sweat!" The words burst from me, a frantic attempt to cloak my humiliation under a veil of indignation.

He looks down, a chuckle rumbling in his throat, the sound thick with mockery.

"No, no, you're turned on," he asserts, his inexperience glaringly obvious by the way his gaze darts back and forth between my face and where his hands had been moments before.

His accusation hits me like a slap, sparking a fierce rebuttal. "You're wrong!" I proclaim, the heat of my anger flushing my cheeks even further. "There's no way I'd be turned on in a situation like this. It's... It's disgusting, you're disgusting!"

But he just grins, a smug, self-satisfied curve of his lips that makes my blood boil. "It's really sticky to be just sweat..." he taunts, clearly reveling in the discomfort he's causing.

I want to flee, to run from this nauseating experience, but Taro shuffles beside me, his bulky frame awkward as he stands there, just in his bulging briefs. The outline of his member is grotesquely prominent, a glaring testimony to his arousal.

"I'm sweaty too." He breathes heavily, a sheen of perspiration on his brow from all his 'effort' earlier. "My underwear's gotten all damp and unpleasant," he half-whines, half-demands, "so please remove it for me."

I reel from the request, utterly revolted. My hands grip the edges of the bed, clenching the sheets until my knuckles turn white. And then, as if I'm not already on the verge of hysteria, he places one greasy hand clammily atop my head, guiding his ugly bulge toward my face.

The stench hits me like a physical force, a noxious blend of various musks that's as tainted as it is raw. My head throbs, and my stomach feels twisted into knots as I go cross-eyed staring at the sheer obscenity pressed against me.

"There's no way..." My thoughts are hazy, but even delirious, I find it impossible to fathom that he—in his sweaty, unwashed state—could be that…

The heavy scent is cloying, invasive, forcing its way into my senses until I'm surrounded by it, drowning in it. I gag involuntarily, terror and disgust melding together until they're indistinguishable. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my lungs desperately clawing for clean air in the stench-ridden room.

I close my eyes tight, praying for an end to this nightmare. My chest heaves with emotion—shame, disgust, outright terror. How did everything go so wrong? How did I end up here, at the mercy of this... this... person?

Chapter 3Chapter Text

I'm frozen, trapped between the repulsive reality of what he's asking and the terrifying prospect of losing everything. My mind races, filled with the memories of countless hours pounding the track, of Jun-Ichi's encouraging smile—the way his eyes lit up with pride, watching me hurdle toward the finish line.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I try to distance myself from the situation, to imagine I'm anywhere but in this room with Taro.

Gingerly, my fingers find the waistband of his stained, discolored briefs —the fabric stretched and contorted from the strain of containing his obscene girth. My hands tremble against the soiled elastic, the sensation of grime and dampness making my skin crawl.

I pull down, slowly. Time stretches into stillness around me, each second etched with the weight of apprehension and revulsion.

The sound is grotesque—a heavy, meaty THWAP as his erection springs free from the confines of its cotton prison. It hits my head with a sickening thud, uncoiling like some great anaconda across my scalp. The weight of it is shocking, a crushing heat that sears through my hair, settling with pulsing insistence.

I can hardly breathe, the blood roaring in my ears like a tidal wave of panic. The enormity of it, the realness—this fleshy heat, so heavy on my head—I feel sick, utterly repulsed by the sheer size of him.

My eyes widen in disbelief, but I can't see anything beyond the loathsome shadow cast over my vision. I can only feel—it's hot, excruciatingly so, and the texture is unbearable—veiny, engorged. The stench is overwhelming, a musky reek that clings persistently to my senses, filling my nose, my throat, every breath tainted with the smell of him.

I scramble back, almost falling over, my mind racing with thoughts too jumbled and frenzied to even understand.

He stands there, feet planted firmly apart, hands on hips like some perverse superhero. The grotesque virility of the thing pointed at my face—it casts a shadow that feels like it's blotting out my very soul. And perched atop that fleshy spear is a glistening off-white droplet, poised like the final insult.

My eyes dart upwards, taking in the stark contrast of his pasty, pockmarked thighs against the fabric of his anime shirt. The way his belly protrudes obscenely over the waistband of his briefs, now pushed down just below the curve of his buttocks.

"Are you kidding me? What... What IS THAT THING?" The thought screams in my head, a disbelieving whisper against the pounding of my heart. The sight that looms above me is monstrous, yet there's this unmistakable pull, a shameful twinge radiating from somewhere deep within.

A part of me is revolted, ready to vomit, but there's a frightening undercurrent beneath the disgust—the musky scent of virility, dirty and raw, that sends an involuntary jolt of heat lancing through me. My body—it's reacting despite my mind's vehement protestations, as though on some base, primal level, it acknowledges his arousal. It's confusing, terrifying.

"Isn't my cock massive? It's gotta be bigger than your boyfriend's!" Taro's voice is a crow of triumph, naive egotism cloaked in glee.

My cheeks are afire with humiliation. I can't look at him, can't bear to see the smug satisfaction painted across his face. "It's just... big," I admit through gritted teeth, trying to shield my crumbling resolve behind anger. "Remember to put on a fucking condom, please!"

He nods, as if proud of himself, and retrieves a small packet. "I know." He fumbles with it, his voice laced with a pride that makes it seem like a remarkable forethought. "A guy like me always keeps a condom on hand in case I need sex."

The ridiculousness of his statement would be laughable if I weren't so trapped, caught in a feverish nightmare where his hideous anticipation is palpable in the heavy air between us.

Taro fumbles with the condom packet, his sausage fingers clumsily prying it open. A sense of dread churns in my stomach as he finally retrieves the rolled up ring of yellow latex, stretching it between his fingers curiously.

The condom hangs awkwardly from his grasp as he eyes his monstrously engorged erection, an angry, veins-bulging red that seems to threaten the very foundations of my understanding of anatomy. I watch, wide-eyed, as he places the sheath at the tip but struggles to slide it down the shaft.

"It needs to roll," I hiss, my voice tinged with an impatience that masks the wave of nausea building inside me.

He chuckles, a gruff, uncomfortable sound. "Right, right, of course!" He snickers. With shaking hands and a lack of finesse that makes me cringe, he attempts to roll it down over his impressive length. It's a battle to get it past the halfway mark, the latex stretched thin, as it battles with the girth it's been challenged to contain.

Somehow, he manages to secure it over about two-thirds of the length before it's clear that's as far as it will go. The latex clings precariously, looking every bit as inadequate for the task at hand as I suspected it would be.

The sight is grotesque. Nasty, off-white precum oozes from the top, the imminent pressure causing the tip of the condom to inflate slowly into a tiny, droplet-shaped balloon. Dribbling down the length, it forms slimy trails over the tightly strained yellow latex, pooling at junctures where flesh meets artificial barrier.

My breath catches as I take in more of the horrifying details: the wiry pubic hair that sits dark and coarse just above the base of his shaft, the heavy scent of musk rolling off him like fog from the river Styx.

And then, there're the balls—enormously full, almost unnaturally so, hanging low beneath that crimson tower. They seem overladen, as if filled to the brim, and it's an image that's chilling in its implication, stark against the pale skin of his thighs.

He awkwardly hovers above me, his bulky frame casting a large shadow over my petite figure. Clad in my rumpled schoolgirl blouse, now inelegantly bunched around my chest, and my skirt provocatively hiked up, the pleats crumpled and fan-like, I'm a mess of vulnerability and anxiety.

"Umm... I'm quite sure I need to put it in this hole..." Taro mumbles, his voice betraying his uncertainty. He's staring, bewildered, at the place where he so eagerly desires entry.

"Taro-san..." I say, voice laced with disbelief, "don't tell me you're a virgin!"

"Of course not!" he retorts too hastily, his face flushing a bright red that tells a different story. It's painfully clear that he's never done this before—the misplaced confidence, the inept positioning, the way his hands shake just slightly.

His considerable weight shifts on the bed, and the old springs protest loudly beneath us. The grotesqueness of the act is magnified by the cacophony as he attempts to line up his overzealous manhood with my pussy. The latex sheathes his cock, looking strained and out of place against the soft, delicate flesh of my slit.

I hear the slick squelching sound, a wet noise that's disgustingly intimate. My body reacts instinctively, tensing as I feel the latex-coated head prodding clumsily at my entrance. A mild panic swells within me.

I bite down on my lip, stifling the wretched thought that I'm betraying Jun-Ichi. I have to do this, I tell myself, even as tears prick my eyes.

The horror isn't just being manhandled by this otaku virgin, but the sensation that my body, treacherous thing that it is, seems to be responding in kind—the slick, wet heat of me betraying my internal repulsion.

As Taro pushes against my folds, I feel the fluttering of my walls, a reluctant eagerness that sickens my sensible mind. There's a warm, wet slide, and I shut my eyes tight, wishing for the floor to swallow me whole.

Time hangs suspended in a vacuum, the air charged with the finality of the act that's about to unfold. He positions himself at my entrance, the shadow of his grotesque erection looming over me. My breath catches in my throat, the slick anticipation between my thighs a treacherous herald to the coming breach.

With a grunt of effort, Taro surges forward. The head of his cock, sheathed in a stretched-thin yellow latex, forces through the tight resistance of my flesh. My pussy struggles to accommodate the sheer size of him, stretching wide around the blunt force of his invasion.

In a single, brutal stroke, he's buried to the hilt, balls-deep within me. I feel the massive head slam against my cervix, sending shockwaves rippling through my belly. It's a raw, primal penetration that sears through my core, both astonishingly full and deeply foreign.

I feel the internal stretch, an almost splitting sensation from how deeply he reaches inside me. My eyes bulge wide, tearful and fixed on the ceiling as my legs, splayed wantonly on either side of him, quake under the strain. He presses up against my core with an intensely invasive presence that's too much, far too much.

I'm acutely aware of the flop and heave of my own breasts, of the pathetic slap they make against my chest with the force of his push. The sound is as obscene as the feeling, the sight of my massive mounds jiggling out of sync with the ruthless thrust.

Every sense is dialed to eleven— the smell of latex and musk, the searing filling sensation, the gravelly slide of his heavy body against mine. The pervasive odor of male sweat mixed with my own scent fills the room. His thick girth sprawls my channel wide, every molecule of my being focused on the obscene stretch, the fill, the dizzying penetration that seems to seek out the darkest depths of my body.

I'm pinned under his mass, the breath squished out of me every time he thrusts. The sound of our bodies meeting is obscene, wet and sloppy and far too loud in the quiet of the room. Each squelch is a harsh exclamation of reality that I can't escape from.

The creaking of the bed is a stuttering rhythm beneath the cacophony of flesh. Taro's grunts grow louder with exertion, his anime shirt bunched up beneath his armpits as he labors above me. There's nothing between me and his sweat-drenched body, save for the thin material of my blouse, which does nothing to shield me from the musky odor rolling off him in waves.

My thoughts are fractured, lightning strikes of panic that keep returning to Jun-Ichi; his face swims in front of me every time I close my eyes against the violation. This isn't how it's meant to be. This isn't right.

I try to breathe through the stretching sensation, the feel of Taro's grotesque manhood driving into me relentlessly. He's rough and fumbling, and the pace is too fast for any kind of synchronization, too fast for anything except a brutal assault on my senses.

My cries have become whimpers, the pleas caught in the back of my throat. Every fiber of my being is sparking from the sensation of being so full, so stretched, so invaded. It's like he's etching his imprint deep within my flesh.

I'm merely a receptacle for his lust, nothing more than a warm onahole for him to bury his monstrous dick. This isn't lovemaking or even sex; it's a rough claiming, a physical conquering.

Of me.

The latex around him adds a synthetic barrier, but it can't prevent the heat of him, the power behind each brutal thrust, or the way it feels like he's marking me from the inside out. Each full-bodied slap of his hips against my thighs is a confirmation of my vulnerability, of the power he wields in this moment.

Beneath him, splayed out and used, I am nothing but an echo of the girl with dreams, with a boyfriend who loves her, with aspirations that didn't involve being impaled on the dick of a vile shut-in. The girl who ran with purpose and loved with her whole heart is gone, replaced by the moaning, whimpering plaything of Taro Nishimura.

I'm unable to process the reality that has become my existence in this moment. Taro's inexperienced enthusiasm is almost palpable, vibrating through the air with each exclamation he makes.

"Oooh! It really went in! So this is what a real pussy feels like!" His voice is shrill, tinged with a mixture of amazement and something akin to victory. It would be laughable if it weren't for the fact that it's *me* he's talking about, *me* he's inside.

"It's so warm and slippery! And it's squeezing my dick!" He continues, his diction collapsing into a messy jumble of excitement and crude commentary.

His grunts and cries fill the room, a soundtrack to the absurdity of the moment. UNGNGHGHHHHH! Ooooh!" Every sound he makes echoes off the walls, punctuating my shame.

Beneath him, I'm squealing, almost desperate.

"Relax! You need to be a little more gentle!" But my plea is drowned out by his own world of sensation.

"A pussy... feels so good..." He murmurs, lost to me, lost to everything except the new, wet warmth enveloping him. Drool dribbles from the corner of his mouth, spotting the collar of my once pristine schoolgirl blouse, his face contorted in an ugly rictus of ecstasy.

As he buries himself in me, seemingly mindless of anything but his own pleasure, I know I have to do something. *Or he'll wreck my womb!* The thought is a scream in my head, a desperate, silent howl for it to stop.

But the only sounds that escape me are the involuntary moans, "ah ngh ngh ngh," each one a testament to the grotesque reality of the situation. The wet squelching sounds, "plap plap plap," fill the room, the undeniable evidence of my body's betrayal no matter how much my mind revolts.

And then, just when I think it can't get any worse, he cries out, "Aggh! My balls are feeling funny! They're going crazy!"

I'm trapped beneath him, my face flushed, my eyes crossing, my tongue lolling out stupidly—a caricature of the degradation I'm subjected to.

His shadow looms over me, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head, as he pins me with the full weight of his large, sweaty body. I'm helpless beneath him, my own arms trapped at my sides, my legs splayed in an ungraceful sprawl that leaves me exposed and open to his every whim.

He bellows, loud enough that his declaration fills the room and sears itself into my memory. "I'm going to cum inside you like this! I'll stuff your insides with plenty of semen... I'm cumming!"

I'm drowning in the absurdity of it all. With his teeth clenched, I can see his pudgy face contorted into an almost comical grimace of determination and ecstasy. His forehead glistens with a sheen of perspiration that trickles down his bumpy face, and the grunt he expels is a stupid, brash sound that underlines the vulgarity of the act.

"I'M CUMMING!"

He crashes down onto me, his girth spreading across my body as my own whimpers and moans are swallowed by the intrusion of his big belly squishing against my flat one. I'm pinned down, unable to move as I feel a sudden swelling inside me, his cock twitching in relentless spasms that herald the imminence of his climax.

It's humiliating, but I can actually sense the tension in his balls, tight against the curve of my ass as he's buried deep inside me. The pressure builds to a startling crescendo, and I squeal, a high-pitched, strangled noise— "AAAHHHHHH" —as I feel the condom stretch to accommodate the torrent of his release.

Each spurt of hot, heavy sperm fills the latex sheath, a series of vehement jets that I feel far too distinctly against my inner walls. The condom swells, a grotesque balloon inflating with the force of his virility, an off-putting sensation that makes my stomach twist into knots for the hundredth time.

As he grips my breasts, his fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, probably bruising them. It's an excruciating pain that punctuates each gush of his seed into the strained condom. He's lost to the world, caught up in a tidal wave of self-indulgence as he unloads his pent-up lust into the protective barrier.

My head rolls back, an involuntary motion driven by the sensory overload, and I moan, a primal, guttural sound that's part anguish, part biology's cruel betrayal. My tongue hangs out, stupid and lolling, as the revulsion crashes over me in waves, mingling with the discomfort of this wretched act.

The orgasm rages through him, rendering his body a conduit for the carnal need to expel, to ejaculate, to mark territory even as it is caught within the confines of the latex barrier that's now grossly misshapen and overburdened with his emission. He's a grotesque figure of a man, a caricature of the shut-in releasing into my violated, perfect little pussy.

It's over... It HAS to be over, I plead silently. But inside, my body betrays a different song. A sensation not entirely unpleasant but wholly unwanted stirs within the damp recesses of my being, awakening with the throbbing fullness of his spent cock still lodged inside me, wheezing and gasping above me with each laborious breath of post-ejaculatory bliss.

He shifts, the bed creaking in protest. I feel the slow retreat of his thickness from within me accompanied by lewd, wet noises—each squelch a reminder of the defilement.

The bed is stained in unsightly bleach-smelling streaks as he finally pulls free with a final wet 'PLOP' from the condom lodged within me.

As his member slides out, the invasively stretched walls of my pussy grab on to the only thing left: the yellow condom. It hangs there, a flag of disgrace, the open end dribbling out hot, sticky streams of his off-white cum. The searing sensation as it trails down over my butt cheeks is too much, a kind of burning humiliation that brands itself into my skin, glazing my asshole in a glossy humiliation.

I try to steel my inner muscles, to prevent them from spasming, but they contract involuntarily, squeezing tight around the abhorrent balloon inside me. Each clench sends out a wet, sloppy blorp, the lumpiness of the filled condom a perverse sensation within me. The off-white shut-in jizz oozes across the bed sheets.

My mind is lost to fog, caught in a limbo of doubt and vague recollections—Did I climax too? The thought is panic-inducing. No, I reassure myself, though the certainty is shaky at best. I couldn't have... Not like this...

Meanwhile, Taro unwinds, unkempt as he awkwardly congratulates himself. "Fu, that was great sex," he declares, kneeling behind me, his sweaty palms planting possessively on my bent knees.

He holds my legs apart, his eyes roving over his sordid accomplishment – my desecrated body.

"That's right..." His voice swells with a new brand of excitement as he eyes his webcam. "Let's take a commemorative photo."

The camera is ruthless, catching every detail—my glistening inner thighs, the condom protruding obscenely, the debasing streaks of yellowish semen spreading over the sheets, his errant pubes adorning my skin like some twisted sort of garnish. His hands are eager, repositioning my limp body toward the lens, ensuring a perfect, devastating shot.

And then—tears. They stream from my eyes, carrying a montage of emotions. Overwhelmed, I"m feeling desperation, the raw overstimulation of it all, and a stark, ugly disappointment in myself heavier than any liquid shame oozing from my violated depths.

"We're going to have a lot of fun from now on," Taro's voice is jubilant, almost childlike in its malevolent delight.

My frozen visage in the camera's eye is the mirror of my internal horror.

Chapter 4Chapter Text

Back on the track, the memory of yesterday hangs over me like an acrid cloud.

I force my feet to move, my breath coming in heavy gasps. I'm encased in my red sports bra, the stretchy fabric already saturated with sweat, clinging to my skin and failing to restrain the incessant flopping of my G-cup tits.

As I run, my limbs heavy from the exertion and my body overheating, my mind replays the regrettable events—WHY didn't I think twice? Why did I act on such a spur-of-the-moment decision?

The answer is lost to me, swept away in the rushing wind as I run.

With each pumping motion, there's a new sensation—a tingling that I can't ignore. It seeps from my pussy, heightened somehow by yesterday's encounter, the memory of being filled making me feel almost… puffy down there. The tight black shorts feel constrictive, almost as though amplifying the scandalous visibility of my cameltoe.

But I can't allow these sensations to break my focus.

Today's regimen consists of a dynamic warm-up; legs swinging, lunges that have my thighs burning, lifting knees to chest, kicking back fiercely, and skipping maneuvers that strain against the weight of my jiggling chest. The drills follow—bounding with straight legs, trying to keep light despite the dense thudding of my heart, and the running A's and B's that send vibrations rippling through my sensitive, swollen lips.

I sprint, over and over, nailing down the acceleration, running as if I can leave my regrets behind me in the dust.

Plyometrics that work my quads and calves accompany my frustration. Each box jump is a leap towards redemption, and each single-leg hop is defiance against the gravity of my situation. Core strengthening is a muted battle; twists and raises are all efforts to harden my core against the soft weakness that clutched my resolve the night before.

Throughout, I'm drinking water—cool salvation that I gulp down to wash away the taste of my mistakes.

At the announcement of a nearby voice—"Hey SENPAI!"—my world tilts. I stumble mid-step, nearly spraining an ankle as I turn to see Taro standing at the edge of the track, waving with disturbing eagerness. "Gh..." My mind blanks, I need an escape.

"Who's that? Are they calling out to her?"

"There's something about the way he's talking to Misaki," onlookers murmur, their eyes scrutinizing.

"Isn't Misaki's boyfriend in class 4?" Their speculation feels like sharp nails on my exposed flesh, dragging and leaving stinging welts of mortification.

With a fierce hiss, I motion for Taro to meet me away from prying eyes, behind the equipment shed adjacent to the track. His slovenly presence is a beacon for unwanted attention, and the last thing I need right now is further gossip.

I'm livid, the flush of my intense workout now mingled with the red of anger. "You startled me when you abruptly called out my name! Everyone was staring!" I accuse.

Even now, I'm still feeling the weight of every gaze that turned on me at the sound of his voice… a girl like me, would never have something to do with a guy like this.

"So what… what fucking business do you have with me today?" The question comes out like a bullet, fast and hard. "It better be you coming to tell me you're going to school and our bargain is complete!"

But the answer that oozes from his smirk is anything but satisfactory. Panting, rivulets of sweat tracing the contours of his plump face, he shrugs off the suggestion. "There's no way I'd go to school in this heat..."

"HUH? Then what is this about?" I demand, incredulity lacing every syllable.

Taro grins, a triumphant, toothy display that sets my nerves on edge. "I only wanted to have sex with you while you're dressed in your track and field outfit, Senpai! That's why I came all the way here."

His words are a slap, a vile eye-opener to the lascivious designs he has for me—for my body clad in these running shorts and sports bra. All of it comes crashing down; the reality of his lurking, lecherous intent striated with his inexperience and callous desires.

"It was totally worth coming here for a romp with your slutty body and track outfit!" Each syllable of his declaration drips with that ignorant, self-satisfied leer.

I'm nearly shaking with a mix of disgust and wrath. He's looking at me like I'm just a character from one of his perverse fantasies—his gaze skims over my athletic form, taking in the way the sweat makes my running shorts and sports bra cling even tighter to my body.

"Are you CRAZY?" I burst out, fury and disbelief colliding in a frantic crescendo. "If you came here to do that, then just GO HOME already!" My hands are on my hips, my chest heaving with exertion and sheer anger.

But Taro doesn't back down. He steps forward, his overbearing presence looming over me, his breath hot against my cheek. "Come on, it took me a long time to get here," he whines, with an edge that suggests this isn't just a simple request. "Allow me to have sex with you right now."

His self-servitude is suffocating. The words he spits are laden with entitlement and impatience, and I can feel the heat of rage swimming in my veins.

"I'm finding it difficult to hold myself back any longer," he asserts, the logic behind his declaration reeking of selfish desperation.

I can only stare, disbelief morphing into revulsion as he yanks down his pants.

There's a momentary blur of motion and then his cock—imposing, veined, and just as vulgar in the daylight—flops shamelessly against my belly, its wetness leaving a smear of pre-cum on my heated skin. Its pulse against my abdomen is like a second heartbeat.

He continues to negotiate, his tone syrupy with threat and overconfidence. "Senpai, letting me have you right now will motivate me to go to school."

My skin crawls at the contact of his cock resting heavily against my tense stomach, its warmth tangible, pulsing, a constant reminder of the looming ordeal.

"You know what happens if you say no, don't you?"

Silence stretches out, oppressive and stifling. I can feel my cheeks aflame with a heat that comes from humiliation, not the exertion of my earlier training. My gaze falls, locked onto the ground, unable to meet his eyes because—damn it—I know what he says is true.

I look down, the resolve crumbling from inside, my cheeks burning a scorching red. "I got it," I concede, my voice barely a whisper, desperate for a way out. "But… let me... let me just use my mouth, okay?"

My mind races with justifications—I can do this quickly, efficiently. Coach is likely wondering where I am, and Jun's class will be out soon. No time. No room for error. Just a hurried act that I can mentally distance myself from.

Taro seems hesitant, unsure. It's clear he's never had a blowjob before, his knowledge likely limited to the ridiculous, over-the-top scenes he's seen in hentai. He goes on about pussy this and pussy that, spouting some caricatured dialogue that makes it all the sadder and all the more pathetic.

Finally, after a lengthy back and forth, my pleading, my groveling at his feet, he concedes with one condition—he'll agree to a blowjob, but I must do it until he's satisfied.

A smug, triumphant grin spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipated pleasure.

"You better make it good, Senpai," he warns, "and don't stop until I say."

I hate myself for the sigh of relief that escapes me. "Fine," I acquiesce, despising that part of me that is grateful for even this small concession. Slowly, I sink to my knees, the rough gravel pressing into my knees.

I've given blowjobs to Jun before, and I consider myself skilled at them, something both Jun and I have enjoyed, but Taro... he's monstrously big.

My breath hitches as I come to face-level with his cock. The veined, girthy, 12-inch fuckstick looms before me, red and angry looking under the harsh light of day. It's an intimidating sight, one that mocks me, claims ownership over me. I resolve to end this as quickly as I can, to not let it drag on any longer than necessary.

Outside, the smell is just as bad, though not quite as suffocating as it was in the stale air of the room. Even so, the musk is intense, clogging my nostrils with its virile stench, and I fight back the headache that begins to form as I near it. I steel myself, trying to shut down every feeling, every impulse that screams at me to get away.

This isn't for me. This is to protect what I love, to safeguard my dreams, my future with Jun, my dignity that seems to hang by a thread—thin and frayed as I lower my mouth onto him.

—

The obscene sounds permeate the air—glorping, sucking, and muffled gagging—the noise a vulgar violation of the serene environment.

Taro stands with his back to the shed, utterly lost in his own pleasure. His loud, stupid grunts intermingle with the chirping of birds, his head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent groan of ecstasy.

I'm on my knees in the gravel, the coarse stones digging painfully into my skin as I desperately try to concentrate on anything but the task at hand. I'm sucking the glistening helmet of his penis, and I try to ignore the overwhelming stench, the salty bitter taste of precum that keeps leaking into my mouth.

Wrapped around his angry red erection that pulsates on my tongue, the taste of him is everything vile—a musk so strong it leaves my senses reeling. It's the essence of a man who has clearly not felt water on his skin in quite some time.

My one hand is planted on his pale, flabby thigh, seeking some semblance of stability as the other pumps along his saliva-coated length with a fervor born of urgency.

Beneath the cloth of my sports bra, I can feel my nipples stiffening against the fabric, an involuntary reaction that only adds insult to injury. Each bob of my head sends my tits jiggling and smacking together, their heft reminding me of my struggles both on and off the track.

Another groan spills from Taro's lips. His feet, encased in grubby Adidas flip-flops, shift occasionally as spasms of pleasure course through him.

I'm blushing furiously, every muscle in my body tensed with loathing—loathing for the boy above me, and for the fact that my pussy clenches rhythmically to the bob of my head. My running shorts grow increasingly damp, and I hate it. I hate the feeling, the sounds, the tastes, and the overwhelming reality of my current predicament.

I must look like an absolute slut from any outsider's perspective—a woman on her knees, her cheeks sunken with the force of her suction, her eyes catching nothing but a pale, jiggling belly and the dark thicket of pubic hair that presses into my upturned face.

But I pump faster, working him relentlessly, because I have to end this. Now. I can't bear it a second longer—the humiliation, the crude objectification…

I force my gaze upwards, locking eyes with Taro, who stands above me with a self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face.

"OOH... amazing... a high school student with a boyfriend is giving me a cheating blowjob," he croons, the words slicing through me.

Pain jabs at my heart—I'm doing this to Jun. Again. I'm cheating on him.

My vision blurs under a hot sheen of resentment and despair as I look up into Taro's expectant, overweight visage.

The cock stretching my mouth out probably makes my hateful glare less imposing.

"You're an expert at this, Senpai," Taro chuckles, his voice practically quivering from the rippling pleasure. "Feels so damn good. You should feel honored," he adds, in what he likely thinks is a compliment.

It's disgusting. The desperation to finish this sickens me as much as it drives me. Gritting through the horrible task, I steel myself and take him further down my throat. I can feel the heavy pulsing of his dick as it stretches it out, each convulsive swallow an attempt to acclimate to the invasive length of it.

The skin around my mouth stretches taut, my lips form a tight seal around the base of his cock, and my face is mashed in a squish against his pubic hair—matted, clammy, and reeking. He's thrusting unevenly, the pressure of him reaching deeper than I thought possible.

I try to remember the tricks that always worked with Jun – how he'd melt under my tongue, come undone within minutes. But Taro is a different beast; he's lasting torturously long, his endurance stretching on and on. His large hands, those pudgy fingers, grip the back of my head as he bucks his hips, face-fucking me sloppily.

The biology of the act is raw and glaring—his 12-inch length probing way past my tonsils, gliding down my esophagus, thick and overwhelming. It's insane; it's stretching me out in ways I've never been stretched, forcing my throat open with impossible girth.

He's got my hair tangled between his fingers, holding me so I can hardly pull away. Drool spills from the corners of my mouth in sloppy rivulets, drizzling down over the red of my sweat-soaked sports bra, pooling in the valley between my breasts.

Taro's grunts rise in a crescendo, the sounds he makes grow ever more loud and obnoxious—God, I hope no one hears us over the foliage's whisper and the occasional squeak of sneakers on the track.

"OOOH, I'm going to cum if you keep sucking my cock like that!" he pants eagerly, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

A surge of panic accelerates my actions because, more than anything in this world, I want this nightmare to end. His cock, however, seems to have other plans, pulsating with unspent energy that forewarns of the horror soon to be unleashed.

And without warning, Taro reaches the point of no return. With a guttural cry of release, his dick throbs and twitches violently within the compressed heat of my mouth. The first spurt forces me to acknowledge its presence, horrid in its suddenness—a reckless discharge of hot semen that gurgles and spurts obscenely down my throat.

I can feel HIS essence in each thick, chunky rope. It carries the taint of his existence, the smell of his dirty clothes, the phantom touch of greasy figurines, and all the sordid fantasies he must harbor. And I, Misaki Sakura, the high school track star with aspirations and a loving boyfriend, am the vessel he chooses to offload his smelly, shut-in seed.

The texture reminds me of raw egg whites, viscous and clinging, but far fouler. My breath hitches as I feel it hit the inside of my throat, careening down to pool in my stomach like heavy molten lead.

There's the bleach-like smell as it spurts, a cloud of brutish scent wrapping around my head, burrowing into my nostrils, an uninvited lingering of his sheer virility. The experience is visceral, the spools of ejaculate skillful at evading any attempt to stop their invasion—a cascade of clumsily aimed shots slathering my tongue and digestive system.

He pulls out slightly. Now, I can actually hear the lewd squirts of his semen firing forth. Each shot jets out of him like hot spurts of glue, half-clear and infinitely gross, squishing around my teeth, streaking my chin. I'm choking on the glutinous reality of this lad's orgasm.

As Taro finally collapses against the wall of the shed, his gruff voice cuts through the still air. "It felt so good... It just kept coming out..."

Lingering in the gravel, coughing, I feel the warm, repugnant weight of his semen trickling down my chin, staining the vibrant red of my bra. My hand rests instinctively over my chest as I try to find my breath, my heavy breasts heaving, quivering under the stretch of the soaked fabric.

Again, I spit, my mouth expelling the thick, viscous substance in revulsion, puddles forming on the ground. The flavor is indecent—like a warm, salted blend of raw pancake batter, only laced with bitter overtones.

"Awww, why did you have to spit it out?" Taro almost whines from his position by the shed. But even his disappointed tone can't temper the dreadful fullness that has taken residence within me. My stomach roils with the weight of a meal forced upon me by unbidden means, mingled with a Japanese breakfast that now plays host to his dishonorable deposit.

It's the fog of arousal surrounding the act that disgusts me further, a haze of thermal, tingling sensations that seem to contradict my emotions completely!

The slick dampness in my shorts plagues my every move. Every labored breath is accompanied by a telling little squelch of the sodden fabric against my overstimulated folds.

Struggling to my feet, the gravel digging into my palms, I pant, "Ok, now, I need to get back to tr-"

But Taro isn't done. He shoves me against the wall. I yelp, my hands pressing against the cold concrete as his fingers dig possessively into my hips, positioning me with my ass pointing towards him.

"WHA!? It's not over yet?"

"What are you saying? It's not every day that I get to have sex with you while you're wearing a uniform. I'm just getting started."

"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO IF PEOPLE PASS BY!?" The words spill out in a frenzy, my body acutely aware of our exposed position.

Taro chuckles dismissively, "Don't worry! Nobody is going to show up. You're such a worrywart, haha. Wow, your pussy is so red… looks swollen. So wet!"

The nonchalance in his voice is infuriating.

Then, that final damning admission: "I forgot the condom, so I'll make sure to cum outside, okay...?"

"Wait!"

The hard concrete bites into my palms as he positions me, my red sports bra rucked up under my armpits, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I'm frozen, my cries trapped in my throat as he aligns himself at my back.

With a disgusting squelch, I feel him at my entrance, hot and insistent, a horribly familiar pressure reminding me of the vulgar length I've just had in my mouth. And then he pushes in—a loud, wet noise—his repulsive cunning slithering through my treacherously slick folds.

"Sloppy," I mentally curse, appalled at the ease with which he breaches me. Too slick. It's embarrassingly so—my body's unruly betrayal at being aroused in this disgusting scenario. I groan underneath him, gagging on the visceral sensation of him plunging forcefully, completely inside.

Taro yells, "ALRIGHT!" in victorious proclamation as he fully sheathes himself with no restraint, no cushion of latex to separate him from me this time. It's fleshy, invasive and complete – the rawness of skin against skin is abhorrently intimate.

I let out a pathetic moan as his hips meet my ass with a slap. His heavy sack thwacks against my backside, an audible punctuation to the deep, dense plunge of his intrusion. The wall offers no solace, hard and immovable against my pressed hands as Taro rams behind with an eagerness that borders on manic, thrusting anyhow in ungainly, awkward shoves.

"Nggh..." The impact is jarring— his hips slam against my ass with a force that shoots sparks through my body. I can feel every vein of his massive cock as it stretches me out. I can't control my own whimpering. "AH, ah, ah! AHHH!"

His own vulgar grunts are nauseating, his chunky body pressing me against the wall as my fat breasts smash up against the rough surface, trapped within the red fabric of my cum-stained bra.

"Ah, ah, ahh..." My inner walls tighten with an unexpected crescendo around his dick with each deep thrust. A terrified thought crosses my mind, a silent scream: HOW CAN THIS NERD HAVE SUCH A BIG FUCKING COCK?

Taro is relentless. "It's the finest to have raw sex outside in the middle of summer!"

"Nnnghh, no..."

My heart races wildly, not only from the fear, but also from the heated realization that my pussy is, betrayingly, responding. My thighs are slick with anticipation of each of his powerful thrusts; something inside trembles with undeniable arousal.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The sensation makes my moans louder, a soundtrack to the outdoor ravaging happening in the most obscene way—here, behind the equipment shed next to the running track, where anyone can surprise us at any time.

Suddenly, Taro announces, "I'm going to get even rougher, okay?"

"Oh, oh, nngh n-" The anxiety that had been simmering bursts into wildfire. "No! Please!" But my pleas fall on deaf ears, and, with one final CHUCKLE, my fate is sealed.

Taro's body moves with fervor, driven by the primal urges that overshadow any trace of decency or restraint. He grips my heaving tits harder now, savagely pinching my nipples beneath the clinging sports bra as he sends his length driving against my cervix repeatedly.

"Mm, mm, mm!" My legs quiver under his continuous onslaught, my tender, swollen pussy clings to his dick, involuntary muscles working to draw him further inside. My mind reels with an excruciating mixture of pain and pleasure—and, the dirty come-hither calls of treachery my body whimpers despite my mental revolt.

Pathetically, my soaked, muscle-clenched pussy keeps betraying me, and each undesirable clench invites further pounding.

The pressure is building, an undeniable crescendo within my core. "Ah, ah, ngh, ahhh! Nnghnn..." The flurry of moans spill from my lips, growing more frantic, more desperate with each thrust.

It's like I can actually feel every ligament, every fibre of me stretching to accommodate him, my own body claiming traitorous pleasure from the unhindered assault.

"No, no, I can't... not like this..." My head shakes in futile denial. I gasp, a pathetic, hitching sound that bares my shame as much as my need. "Ahh... ah, ah, ah ahh!"

My mind recoils from the truth of it— I'm being fucked raw, no protection between Taro's insistent dick and my own, now, convulsively contracting walls.

"Uhhh, oh God, oh fuck, please, please no..." Yet my body is embracing it— the brutal pleasure that's coiling tighter and tighter around my spine, waiting to snap.

And then something gives way. A squeal, high-pitched, obscene and rippling through the wall of self-denial I've been desperately clinging to. "AAHHH! AAAHHHH!" It's stupidity in sound form— pleasure overloading sense as my insides grip him tighter, milking his cock with involuntary desperation.

He's hammering into me, each thrust launching another volley of witless noises from my throat, and the unsightly slap of his flesh against mine echoes loud, relentless, and damning. The slap of his balls against my skin is a perverse metronome counting down to oblivion.

Suddenly, my entire body seizes. I feel it, the gush of molten heat that explodes from my core— my pussy pulses, clenching around nothing and then everything as I squirt, a hot gush of release that flows around his ruthless pounding. It's white-hot, encasing my brain, stealing logic and leaving me nothing but vulnerable to each piston-like violation of his fuckstick.

With each mash of his hips, my cervix flares under the sporadic battering. It's a violent pleasure, biologically overwhelming and mechanical in its repetition. There's genuine fear of him wrecking my reproductive system—my womb is being pushed and prodded from beneath by the relentless force of his fervor.

He spanks my already raw buttocks, and in my head-dizzy state, I can barely register his excited chuckle. "Your voluptuous buttocks are like cushions, Misaki-senpai! They just suck me in!"

It's pure madness—the spanks, the words, the relentless thrusting that's reducing my mind to mush. Each impact sends quivers through my flesh, jiggles that start at my heavy tits and resonate all the way to my bouncing ass.

I can feel it, everything, the all-encompassing stupidity of this overstimulated moment. The clear slap of his sweaty skin meeting mine—a sound of decadent lust echoed by my obscene vocal response. Stack it atop the haze of my carnal cries, and I'm so close to rending my delicate psyche into sheer idiocy.

"Ah, ahh... Ahhhnn!" The noises I make betray all dignity I once held dear. It's like my very essence is being fucked out of me, my intellect pounded to borderline oblivion as I thrash my hips back against him, riding the waves of perverse pleasure his massive, disgusting girth brings.

Grunt after demeaning grunt escapes him, his monstrous cock plowing into the clutching grip of my drenched pussy, the grip that's ever so close to wagering my sanity on the climax that's building.

I try to hold onto a thought—a mantra of resistance—but then he picks me up, my legs hoisted into the air. "NO STOP!" I yell, even as his cock invades me with a new ferocity. I'm spread and dangling, my wetness dripping down my thighs as he pounds into me standing up.

The stimulation is horrifyingly intense, I writhe and squirm, but it's futile— "NO! NO! IM CUMMING!"

The world whites out. A seismic rip that tears through the fabric of my being—my climax leaves me whimpering, devastated by the wildfire consuming my thoughts.

Finally, he lets me back down, pinning me to the wall again.

From around the corner— "Is someone there?"

It's Jun Ichi's voice.

Taro continues blithely, his crotch still pressed into me. "Huh? Is that someone you know?"

"He's my boyfriend!" I spat the words like acid. "It would be horrible if he sees us, so get your cock out, NOW!"

But Taro, ever idiotic, pumps on, his tempo unabated. "But I'm about to cum soon though."

Panic twists in my belly, tight and razor-sharp. "Idiot! How can I possibly explain it if he sees us!"

"I'm close though!" Taro gasps, each word punctuated with another punishing thrust into me.

"Just finish then!" My whisper is a hiss of desperation, anger, and fear wrestling for dominance over my scattered senses. Jun's voice seems so near, too near, and my heart hammers a frantic rhythm as if trying to match Taro's pace.

"Can I cum inside?" he pants, the question airy and dreamy, nearly whimsical against the severity of the scene.

"No!" I retort, stunned he'd even suggest it. "God, no. Anything but that—just pull out!" I claw at the rough wall, my knuckles whitening as I fight to maintain even a sliver of control.

—-

"Misaki?"

As I swivel around, hastily adjusted shorts sticking uncomfortably to my skin, Jun Ichi rounds the corner, his silhouette a mass against the golden haze of the setting sun.

"Ah! Jun! H-Hey..."

He tilts his head, eyeing me curiously. "Huh, it's just you. What are you doing back here? I've been looking for you... Thought I heard noises, sounded like someone else was with you."

The explanation comes out rushed, a little too eager. "I thought I dropped my stopwatch somewhere around here," I lie, forcing a lighthearted laugh. My hand flutters behind my back, fingers lightly brushing against the sticky, slimy residue streaking the back of my shorts—a heavy, disgusting mess thankfully facing away from my boyfriend. "But I finally found it!"

Jun laughs, the sound disarmingly genuine. "Haha, sounds frustrating! Sorry to hear that!"

I manage a tight-lipped smile, maintaining the façade of normalcy while inside, turmoil rages—a tempest threatening to overflow. My legs itch with the trickle of semen slithering its path downward, the remnants of Taro's discharge a damning testament of what transpired.

"I, uh, just got a bit distracted, you know?" My facade cracks for just a millisecond as I adjust my stance, desperate to keep my soiled backside out of Jun's line of sight. "Funny how things go missing right?"

He nods, oblivious to the internal struggle clawing its way through my conscience. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you're okay. You sounded... distressed. But, if it was just about the stopwatch, and you found it, then everything's good, right?"

"Yeah! Everything's good!" I chirp, a little too hastily.

His eyes search mine, and for a heart-stopping moment, I fear he suspects something.

But then he smiles, warm and uncomplicated, and my heart shatters into finer pieces. "Alright, let's head back then," he says, turning his back to lead the way.

Relief washes over me in an ice-cold wave, mingled with the vile aftertaste of deception. As I follow, barely a step behind, I silently pray for the strength to clean up not just the sticky, semen-laced tracks running down the back of my legs, but also the mess I've made of my life.

It's a narrow, heart-clenching escape—one that leaves me pondering the fragility of trust and the heavy price of secrets.

Chapter 5Chapter Text

"This is all," I say, placing the items on the counter, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't need a bag. Also, can I have the receipt? Thank you."

The clerk, a young woman probably around my age, gives me a brief nod, her eyes briefly flickering to the items and then away, a well-practiced neutrality in her gaze.

"Haa, he really makes me do all the groceries…" I muse internally, a twisted form of amusement rising at the thought. The notion would be laughable if it weren't for the bitter reality that each act of acquiescence is a step further away from who I used to be.

I glance at the receipt.

Purchases*
- 2x Packs of Condoms: ¥1,200 each
- 2x Energy Performance Drinks: ¥300 each
*Total: ¥3,000*
*Tax (8%): ¥240*
*Total Amount: ¥3,240*
*Cash Tendered: ¥3,500*
*Change: ¥260*
*Thank you for shopping at Lawson!*

"But I've gotten this far…" The thought trails off as I pocket the receipt, the small slip of paper feeling like a tangible weight in my skirt. "All my efforts will be futile if I don't do what it takes to get him to school…"

Exiting the store, the chime of the door marks my reentry into the outside world. The mask conceals more than my face; it hides the growing resignation and lethargy that has seeped into every aspect of my existence. A part of me chastises this compliance, while another, quieter part whispers that this is survival, that this is what it takes to secure my future again.

I don't think I can hide from Jun Ichi forever…

Hopefully Taro feels like going to school soon. I cling to this hope like a lifeline, the notion that there might be an end to this dark tunnel. But even as I think it, I feel the toll this experience has taken on me, a sobering acknowledgment of the change within.

Checking my phone for any sign of communication from Jun Ichi, the gesture is automatic, almost reflexive.

My steps are automatic, the path to Taro's house are well-trodden now, a testament to the routines that now dominate my life.

The air is thick with the scent of an impending rain, a heaviness that mirrors the uncertainty coiling in my stomach. What ridiculous demand, what demeaning task does Taro have waiting this time?

—

"Wha? What the HELL is this outfit?"

"You resemble Akikaze-chan, the slave whore, exactly as I envisioned!" he exclaims with a deep level of satisfaction that betrays his total obliviousness to my discomfort. "I bought it from Yamaton because I thought you would look good in it, Senpai. 3"

This is a new low. It's like I'm not even me anymore. The reflection in the mirror is of a woman packaged for consumption—a shiny, degraded plaything, an object of Taro's twisted fantasies.

His hands are everywhere, invading the sanctity of my personal space without reservation. "Stop touching me!" I hiss.

"Why, Senpai? You feel so good in latex..." His fingers pinch and probe the exposed skin of my breasts, tweaking my nipples with an ignorance that's somehow worse than deliberate cruelty.

I shudder at his touch, my stomach a churning sea of revulsion as he presses his lips to my neck, his tongue tracing the sweat that trickles down my flushed skin. The tang of his saliva on my flesh is abhorrent.

Beneath his molesting hands, I can feel the heft of my breasts, their weight, the way their jiggle and bounce feels so accentuated inside the suit. With each fondle, the latex groans, the sound a taunting reminder of the vulnerable state I've been reduced to.

And then, his mouth finds mine, forceful, his tongue demanding entry in a sloppy, painful invasion that overshadows my attempts to resist. Our tongues curl and meet, filthy and wet. It's intense—it's wrong—even as he moans into my mouth, every part of me screaming with the urge to pull away. But I don't.

I can't.

A guttural noise escapes me, a shameful sound that bubbles up as he squeezes and manipulates my exposed flesh. Another whimper—the noise pathetic, mewling. I'm responding to him, a knee-jerk reaction, a bodily betrayal that knows nothing but the instinctual interpretation of touch.

When we finally break, our lips part with a thick, glutinous string of saliva trailing between us. Disgusting, passionate, obscene—the drool dangles, tangible evidence of what once would have been profound degradation.

My reflection in the mirror is a stark reminder of how far I've fallen. The black latex clings to me like a second skin, outlining every curve, dip, and swell of my athletic build, but it's the deliberate cutouts that burn humiliation into my cheeks.

The holes for my areolas leave my nipples starkly exposed—hard, prominent, an unabashed display to Taro's leering gaze. The latex encases me from my lower torso to my neck, sealed with a white collar that mimics formal attire's dignity, now perverted into a symbol of my subservience.

My pussy, exposed, framed by the shiny black material, leaves me feeling obscenely bare, each brush of air a violation. Similarly bare, my ass is subjected to open air, the high cut of the suit at my back almost laughable in its crudeness.

The silk stockings, adorned with frivolous red ribbons, cascade down my legs in a soft contradiction to the latex's harsh scape—ending thigh-high, attached to a garter belt trimmed with red frills, emphasizing the vulgarity of being almost covered yet wholly naked.

Yellow faux fur cuffs, a nonsensical addition, encircle my wrists and ankles, their softness an outrageous counterpart to the severity of my overall appearance. They mock me, these fluffy rings of absurdity, reminding me I've been reduced to a character in Taro's fetishistic fantasy.

"Hey, senpai, why don't we go out?" Taro's voice slices through my self-reflective horror.

"What, what are you saying? There's no way I'll go out with you! We had a hookup and that's all!" My voice trembles with indignation, my gaze avoiding his, focusing instead on the ludicrous reflection staring back at me in the mirror.

"Is that so? That's a bummer, I assumed you enjoyed having sex with me. I'll give up for now, and you may do me a favor by putting this condom on me... with your mouth instead!"

"WHAT?"

Humiliation sears through me, red-hot and unyielding. I clench the condom packet between my teeth, the latex promise of more disgrace. Closing the gap between us, I kneel, the outfit making every move a conscious broadcast of my submission.

The plastic packet tears reluctantly between my clenched teeth, releasing the condom with a taste of artificial rubber on my tongue. I glance up at Taro, irritated by his expectant gaze that dares to drink in the sight of me on my knees before him.

Gingerly, I position the rolled edge of the condom between my lips, and inch closer to the heat emanating from his colossal, waiting erection. The tip is already glossy with precum, which threatens to foil my efforts before I even begin. I stretch the ring of the condom with meticulous flicks of my tongue, the sour tang of his lubrication mixing with the bland taste of latex.

I lean forward, the outfit squeezing tight around me, flaunting my exposed breasts, the nipples pressing shamelessly into his flabby thigh.

I take a breath through my nose, trying to ignore the lewd stench that fills my senses, steadily growing accustomed to the musky odor that seems to cloud the space between us. I aim for the slick head of his cock, placing the condom firmly against it.

I push the latex down his length, using the tight seal of my lips as leverage. It trembles, recoils slightly as the cold of the latex meets the searing heat of his skin.

"Nngh..." My personal disgust ripples with each new stretch, with each sluicing motion I use to draw the latex sheath along his engorged girth. It's like swallowing pride and oxygen at once – the deeper I go, the more I suffocate under the dual burden.

The weighty reek of his arousal seems to spike in my nostrils at every contact, my body responding with an instinctual, lurching heat despite my conscious contempt for the situation.

The slide down his impossibly thick shaft is an exercise in futility – there's too much of him, and too little latex to cover it all. My lips ache with the strain, cheeks hollowing as I painstakingly attempt to work the condom over his ribbed length.

There's no way to gloss over the vile stench that rises from his groin, a musk I find disturbingly familiar—a smell my treacherous body begins to recognize and illicitly reciprocate.

With a final lick, I seal the condom, salvaging what's left of my ebbing will.

"This is amazing!" Taro groans.

In a bid to quicken this day's activities, I climb onto the bed. "Hurry up and finish your... THING!" My voice is laced with exasperation, that realizes it won't be over until he's satisfied.

Lying on my stomach, I mirror the posture of surrender. My backside is raised, the outfit leaving nothing obscured as it molds to my glistening pussy and leaves my ass cheeks shamelessly bare. The latex outlines every curve, framing my nudity in its black, unyielding embrace.

Reaching back, I manually spread a cheek, presenting my pussy openly. "Here, put it in already!"

"I'll take up your offer."

I tighten as I feel him align himself at my entrance from behind. The bed groans in protest beneath his weight, the springs achingly familiar with this sad choreography. The sensation of him entering—ah, it's invasive, and I catch myself thinking it almost doesn't feel like a condom at all.

"Yeah," I whimper into the sheets, "because I got you one of those thin ones..."

His proud assent is breathy, caught between pleasure-infused gasps. "Mmm—I love how thin they are..."

But there's an unsettling ease to how he slides into me, how the heat of his fuckpillar seems to sear right through the imagined barrier between us, stretching me wide. The thought itches in my consciousness, but I push it away; I focus instead on the hentai posters that stare down at us, the anime girls with their exaggerated features and impossible proportions, witnessing my debasement.

My entire body is screaming, every nerve ending lit ablaze by the deep, relentless drag of his cock through my overly slick folds. "Ah, ngh, nnh...!" The moans come easier now, a shameful chorus to his stupid grunts.

The pleasure has become an easy beast, eager and insistent. My body undulates with each pounding motion, welcoming the strokes that seem designed to tear through my very essence.

This is bad…* my mind recognizes, but the realization fades under the onslaught of pleasure that floods my senses with every thrust. *Very bad.*

"AHHHnnghhh... Uhmmmnnn..." My tongue lolls out, saliva pooling on Taro's unkempt sheets as my mind wallows in a daze of incandescent lust.

His grip tightens on my arms, pinning me as he ravages my body with renewed ferocity. My tits, damn these ridiculously large, heavy breasts, flop egregiously against one another. The latex bites into my skin, offering no protection from the crude smacking their weight produces.

"Please... gentle!" The words come out as nothing more than a whimper between heaving, stupid moans. "AHH, ahh, ahh ahh!"

And then his voice, a possessive growl: "Can I creampie you, Senpai? You're cool with it, right?"

"Huh?" Even as I moan, my mind reels. "I don't mind since you're wearing a condom."

"YAY! THEN I'LL FILL UP YOUR WOMB!"

As his weight crashes onto me, my head is smashed into the pillow. There's a wave of concern— "Wait! What does he mean?" But it's too late.

BLURRRRTT! A revoltingly warm, wet squirt deep inside me. Suddenly, there's no familiar sensation of ballooning latex, only the naked truth of pulsating flesh ejecting ropes of his ball-snot into my unprotected depths.

No way! Did he cum inside me? He should be wearing a condom!*

"YOU GOT RID OF THE CONDOM! I did NOT permit you to do this!" The words rip from my throat in a screech, even as that chowdery mess of his emission oozes out of me, a nauseating, biological proof of his transgression.

But then, his clammy hand falls upon my shoulder, thwarting my heaved sigh as I murmur, "Forget it, I'm going home... HUH?"

With a brute strength that must indeed come from those damned energy drinks, I'm hoisted into the air, high and helpless.

My legs are flung over his round shoulders, leaving me dangling precariously as he plunges back into my thoroughly slathered and still quivering cunt. The sloppy drench of his earlier deposit acts as a lubricant, coating his rancid-smelling girth, aiding his manic plunge.

"Aiieee! Ahhh... ahhhnnn..." I can no longer contain the sounds that escape me, reverberating with each rough jolt of his ample figure forcing his dick deeper inside.

His grin is grotesque, but he looks victorious. "I couldn't creampie you if I was wearing a condom!"

"Idiot! What if I get pregnant!" Desperation laces the accusation, my voice cracking as the deeper issue pierces the haze of my outrage and shock.

His lips smash against mine in a kiss that's more assault than affection, his tongue probing my mouth as if trying to stake yet another claim. "Don't worry," he slurps between merciless strokes, "if that happens, I'll take full responsibility, and we can get married!"

Disgust coagulates in the pit of my stomach, the idea of binding myself to this... this cretin is unthinkable. "WHO IS GOING TO MARRY SOMEONE LIKE YOU?!" My tongue is enslaved by his, struggles against the wet weight of him as those words flutter out, dripping with disdain.

But he just grins, a perverse gleam in his eyes. "A pretty slut like you will."

And I sob, a broken sound as his cock hammers on, relentless as if trying to echo his warped sentiment deep within my womb.

"I know you've been cumming for a while now," Taro says, a smirk in his voice.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he hoists me up and down, my messily cream-pied cunt devouring his massive, quivering cock with an obscene suction.

"SEE?" he boasts, his words echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room, oozing with the glow of too many computer screens displaying frozen anime scenes. "It's like we're physically compatible. You can't live without my cock any longer, Senpai. 3"

The shame of his declaration amplifies as I climax again against my will. The pleasures of his dick are clear, each thrust igniting spasms and quivers that my body willingly surrenders to. "Aaahh... anngh!" I shamefully admit to the wretched ecstasy that betrays me completely, instinct overpowering reason as I squirt ignobly over his engorged cock.

"It's coming..." he pants, "I'm going to fill you up again."

And he does—a nasty bounty of ropes SPLURT deep into my welcoming womb, and I can't do anything but grit my teeth.

I imagine it... horrifyingly vivid—the slothful soldiers of Taro's seed on the offensive, a shut-in army of lazy gametes assaulting the defenseless eggs within me. It's a grievous affront—to be mated with a slovenly hermit, my superior, athletic potential jeopardized by his oily, sedentary essence.

His cock PLOPS out with a sound that's disgustingly loud, and immediately, gobs of clotting seamen evacuate my womb, the wet ploofs of it hitting the bed further staining and shaming me.

"My parents and grandma won't be home today," he murmurs, laying me down, my body collapsing like a doll's. "Let's keep going until the sun comes up!"

"Y- you said it would be over soon..."

"Yeah, but who'd pass up this opportunity?" He smirks, stepping back to admire the vulgarity of his handiwork.

Tremors still rip through me with aftershocks, my legs jittery, my belly writhing with the weight of his recent deposit. Disgusting, thick, off-white slop dribbles noisily from my overfilled cunt.

He watches, feasting on the sight, his excitement nearly palpable.

I draw a breath, laying there, my hand covering my face to shield my eyes from the disgusting reality, the ultimate surrender of my own integrity. Each gulp of air seems to reek of sex and his semen. I'm lying amidst the peak of my own misery, praying for a reprieve, yet knowing none will come.

"You run track and field, but your stamina is terrible! I can still cum again!"

"What are you saying…" I mumble dazedly, unable to grasp how he can be ready to go yet another round.

But then his massive shaft is against me again, betraying its firm readiness.

"Huh?" escapes me as he aligns himself at my entrance.

He pushes inside again, my gasp turning into a groan as his thick cock makes its excruciating return. Then he starts dictating an odd, perverted workout.

"Now I'm gonna make you do sit-ups, Senpai. Get that upper body moving!"

The absurdity of it all seems lost on him, but to me, it's a degrading command, outrageous yet somehow expected, given my current state of compromise.

Straining, I grapple with the severe intensity of having him deep inside me. My core muscles protest, my abdominal region convulsing in exertion each time I try to sit up. His cock shifts within me, a perverse anchor that teases the edges of my consciousness with simmering annoyance and mortification.

"But it's all fine!" he exclaims. "I'm gonna teach you all about the true sport of love. Move your upper body!"

Forced into compliance, I muster some semblance of energy, beginning the humiliating repetitions. Legs wide, body off the bed, I pump with the ridiculous rhythm of incongruous fucking and half-hearted exercise.

He grins—merciless, triumphant—as I struggle. "Focus on your abdomen, give it your all!"

My cheeks flush with the effort, the glossy latex suit groaning every time my chest strains towards him.

"Here's your kissing reward…" His tongue invades my exhausted mouth as I rise to meet him, a disgusting slobbering massage that leaves me feeling soiled inside and out.

His hips buck to match each sit-up, managing to drive a maddening rhythm that reduces my movements to reflexive jerks—a mockery of athletic discipline as he deems himself my personal and most private trainer.

"Aah shit," he groans, grabbing my legs amidst another painful sit-up. His comment about my pussy contracting with each movement is just more evidence of how much this enrages me. "Feels like you're milking me, Senpai!"

This is madness. I'm doing sit-ups while he's buried in me, and my body— it's betraying me. I should despise every second of this, but instead, I feel an ache, a yearning for him to slam into me harder. As I lift my torso once more, a moan escapes me, desperate and animalistic.

I'm whimpering as he leers down at me, my stupid bouncing tits spilling over the edges of this ridiculous getup as I pump up and down. "AHH... uhnn... ahh..." The moans come uninterruptedly, more visceral each time.

And then, with a grunt, he's clasping my hips, pulling me down to meet his upward thrusts, practically jackhammering into my slick, drooling cunt. I should hate this; I should want to run far from here as fast as I can, but the pleasure rips another orgasm from my feeble form.

His eyes are alight with a barbaric triumph as he declares possession over me once more, his sperm jetting into my depths as a flag planted inside conquered territory. "NNhhhh... AHHH!" My head throws back, my ecstasy-laden tongue flopping out.

As he finishes inside me again, pulling out with an obscene sound that leaves me hollowed, the room spins. The combination of him exiting and the fresh spunk spilling from my well-fucked hole bring clarity, however fleeting. Track and field, Jun Ichi, aspirations - they blur at the edges of my consciousness.

Those things don't matter anymore.

My mind is awash in depravity—the revelation that I find joy in this man's cock.

And now, another monstrous act. He beckons me to squat over him. "If you're a slave whore, you should be in a submissive posture, wriggling your hips and pleading with your master for cock!"

In a mental state far beyond reasoning, I comply, hormones and misfired synapses driving my consent. "Please allow me to insert master's huge cock into the pussy of this filthy masochistic pig!" My voice doesn't sound like my own.

I shuffle into position, squatting over his turgid length, forcing myself down, his massive dick piercing upward into my splayed, cum-ruined pussy. The slap of my tits against one another is a rhythmic debasement.

Down and up, down and up—each squat splattering more cum between his scrotum and the latex wrapping my nether regions. My arms, positioned behind my head, expose the full curve of my breasts, the white of my collar standing out in perverse contrast as I bounce harder onto him, desperate to appease both his demands and the shuddering need that has hijacked my sanity.

The derogations and mockery echo in my skull even as I continue this debased dance. "You dick-crazed, cheating, masochistic pig! Where's your usual confident attitude now?" Taro jibes, glee coursing his voice as my flesh bounces in answer to his crude superlatives.

His taunts are underscored by the revolting slurps of my compliance, "Ann ghhh... annhhh..." Stupid, breathy echoes of my surrender lap at the charged air—a mix of moans and whimpers that coat each shameful undulation.

"Do you like how you feel? Which do you prefer? Your boyfriend's or your master's cock? Be honest and say it!"

A chasm opens within me—a bitter, spiraling abyss that swallows my self-respect whole. And from it, a confession—pure masochism in its lowest inflection: "MASTERS! COCK!" The words are a betrayal, resonant and absolute as another orgasm ripples through every morsel of my essence.

A jet of release—a squirting, mind-destroying gush that annihilates logic in its deluge—tears from me like a soul from its confines. It's calamitous, a pitched devastation that unseats my sanity from its throne, as Taro's own release—hot, unwelcome, painting my womb walls—encounters mine in an atrocious matrimony.

Taro's voice cuts through the muggy air, a declaration marinated in possessiveness, "You're now mine! I'm not going to hand you over to anyone! Do you understand?"

My legs tremble with a spastic cadence as they encircle his pistoning form; the convulsions of my betrayed flesh wringing out more cum that drips and drools obscenely onto the stained sheets. Eyes rolling, head thrown back, the world reduces to heat and blind, animalistic need. I clutch desperately at the headboard, searching for solidity in a world turned liquid with debauchery.

"Y-yes…" I pant, each hitching breath a testament to my crumbling resolve.

He seizes my breast, the latex squeezing against his greedy grasp. "THIS BREAST!" he exclaims, his grip belaying any subtlety that might have remained, squeezing the firm weight of my bosom like a fruit ripe for the taking.

His hips slam ruthlessly into my cunt again, his words reverberating with a manic intensity. "THIS PUSSY! YOUR EVERYTHING IS MINE!"

He punctuates each claim with a string of guttural grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh a vile symphony in the background of my agony.

"AS PROOF OF OWNERSHIP, I SHALL IMPREGNATE YOU! Hold onto your feet and prepare for impregnation! HERE I GO!"

Taro's monstrous cock burrows deeper, relentless in its quest, a leviathan from the depths invading my most intimate sanctum.

"I'm GONNA SEED YOUR FUCKING WOMB!"

His grip on my neck is vice-like as he jams himself savagely into me. There's a squishing noise—wet and vile—as the depths of my femininity yield to him. My eyes bulge, the sheer violation of my delicate passageways nearly shocking me into unconsciousness. "Ah... your colossal dick... it's in my egg tunnel!"

He hammers into me, each grueling thrust ushering forth a new atrocity of sensation. His swollen tip brutalizes my entrance, pushing, insistent, until—with a sickening slide—it skewers the sacred channel of my womb.

An agonizing pleasure wracks my core, seizing my entire form in a crippling spasm—an orgasm that tears through me, raw and rabid, as he binds my womb in a profane, unyielding grip.

"Uhn! UHNNN!" My cries are primal, guttural, as Taro ejaculates—a thick, heavy barrage of chunky, sloshing jelly that slathers and drowns my innermost womanhood. His palms slam against my cheeks, a rhythmic assault that coincides with each hideous squelch of ejaculation.

What happens next is barbaric—a series of rapid, malicious thrusts that pump his cum straight into my body's very core. Each stroke sends waves of his repulsive essence crashing into my delicate folds. I'm helpless, shivering against the overwhelming torrent of his seed, each squirt a symbolic desecration of my being.

The fullness is unimaginable. His semen fills me to the brim and beyond; I have been remade as a receptacle for his deviant cravings.

I quiver, impaled and bloated, my cognitive faculties drowning in an ignominious deluge. This is my defeat—utter and absolute—a willing vessel for Taro's hideous progeny.

—

The aftermath is a silent scream echoing through my hollowed form. My entire essence seems to have dissipated, replaced by the aching void his seed has left in its wake. I feel it—the languid dribble of his cum trickling from between my thighs, a perverse reminder of my now-erased personality, the identity I once proudly bore.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, sharply angling my head up, the sharp tug a grotesque distortion of intimacy. The webcam blinks in readiness.

"That was quite a show," he breathes, his voice a vulgarity echoing off the walls filled with anime posters and scratched by time well wasted. "But it's not over yet."

A click, and the image freezes in the frame. It's me, all right, but it's not me—just a husk of the spirited girl I was. His thick cock drapes heavy over my contorted face. It obscures my eyes, hiding the true derangement—the life I had—is smeared by the silhouette of his dick. A cock that's become the sigil of my downfall.

"I'm going to fuck you 'til sunrise, and make you think only of me. Misaki, you're mine."

The night blends into a sick, protracted blur. I lose count of the times he forces himself inside me, erasing the vestiges of resistance, pounding deeper inclinations into my psyche with every nauseating union until my overused body can whine no more.

Each time he cums, it's a forceful reminder that I am nothing. I am no one's. I am just a vessel for his sperm.

Dawn's early light filters grudgingly through the sliver of window not obscured by drawn curtains. My body is sprawled on the bed, amidst a graveyard of cum-soaked tissues. My latex outfit, sticky and grotesque, has become a second skin—a tarnished trophy of his conquest of me through the night.

He's there, seated, surrounded by the detritus of his shut-in existence. "Senpai, I'm thinking about going to school," Taro declares, almost thoughtfully.

One of my eyes flickers open.

"Huh? Really!?" The words scratch their way out of my throat, disbelief coating each syllable. With monumental effort, I prop myself up, my limbs trembling like overused rubber. The bed crinkles, a cacophony of sound in the otherwise silent room, testament to the residue of last night's vile festivities.

Taro's gaze shifts towards me, and there's an unfamiliar softness there—a nuance that my cum-drenched mind struggles to comprehend.

"People disliked me because of my physical look and felt I was a violent person. I was terrified of how they looked at me," he starts, his tone somber, reflective in a way that I haven't witnessed before.

"But after seeing how hard you worked at track and field and how nice you were to me, I decided to give it another attempt. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you."

The words hang in the air, heavy with a sincerity that I hadn't expected Taro was capable of. It's hard to marry this confession with the actions of the preceding night, hard to see the repentant young man in front of me as the same who had degraded me so thoroughly.

A tangle of emotions knots itself in my chest—anger, relief, skepticism. Yet, amidst the tumult, there's a spark of hope, however faint. Could this be genuine? Could there be a sliver of redemption, not just for Taro but for what remained of me as well?

The room is suffused with the light of dawn, casting long shadows that seem to offer the potential for change—a new day, a new beginning, perhaps. It's a fragile thought, but in this moment of unexpected contrition, it's enough to cling to.

Chapter 6Chapter Text

The colors of Oyama University – the deep, dignified teal of their athletic uniform – hug my form as I take my pace on the track. The announcer's voice rings clear in the crisp air, "Oyama University, freshman, Misaki Sakura."

It's true. Taro has since returned to school, and I, as promised, have been able to enroll in the university of my dreams. The stadium looms large around me, the stands filled with the excited chatter of a potential-filled future. My new teammates and coach offer encouraging nods, and I'm overjoyed to finally be able to devote myself to the sport I love at the place I've always dreamed of.

Off the track, life is good. Jun Ichi and I – things are going well, we're going strong. But...

Back at Taro's dorm room, his room is a bastion of his old ways. The clatter of his mouse, the whirl of his computer fans, and the faint glow of his too-many-screen setup illuminate his frustration.

"Ah! Dammit!" Taro curses, the words laced with familiar bitterness. "Those fucking bitches in my class said I reeked and made fun of me! That's why I hate REAL girls!"

But well,

"At least I have ONE friend here... She's not like the other girls…"

The anger fades from his voice to be replaced by something else—a grunt. A groan.

As Taro finishes his statement, a sucking sound fills the room. It emanates from me—now his loyal pet, his obedient little toy.

So yeah. I couldn't bring myself to end my sexual relationship with Taro. Somehow, I keep finding myself at his feet, beneath his desk, lost in this unholy ritual of servitude. Sucking that big fat cock.

A pathetic grin spreads across my face, my tongue sloppily encircling the heady girth of his member. The slobbery sounds of my adoration for his cock are loud in my ears, a wretched sound that accompanies the furious click of his mouse.

"Please take good care of me, Senpai," he chuckles from above.

There's a shift inside me with each word. I shouldn't be here… again… shouldn't be doing what I am. I should be smiling triumphantly in my new teal Oyama University outfit, basking in athletic glory and revelling in a life rebuilt. Instead, the unpleasantly warm taste of Taro coats my mouth as I work, bobbing beneath the console of his desk.

This is my existence now—squatting low in a position fraught with symbolic meaning.

Part-slave, part-suckler at the teat of Taro's twisted desires. My acknowledgment of my fate is silent, wrapped around the flesh that pulses insistently between my glossed lips. It's vile, but it's also where I exist; in servitude, in the singular focus of bringing this vile wretch to yet another unworthy climax.

The degradation of it all—the musk of his unwashed cock, the sweaty palms bracing himself on the desk above my head, the leering satisfaction in his eyes—marks the insidious shift from freedom to confinement once agani. Oyama, my dreams of sprinting glory, the whispers of love with Jun Ichi—they are echoes from a past life I can barely recall through the fog of my subservience.

With a gulp, I swallow something down—pride, perhaps, or the last dregs of dignity.

This story comes to an end not with celebration and exultation, but with the muffled strangled cries of a girl reduced, a willing mouth pleasuring the undulating cock of a boy who could, and did, ruin her.

Love Thy Neighbor - Wait, Not Like THAT!aphrodite_tgSummary:

Elizabeth, a newlywed, is mistaken by her neighbor to be a prostitute, and is sucked headfirst, against her will, into a cycle of blackmail and cheating...
This has really heavy NTR themes. It is a written adaptation of "Otonari NTR", and can be read as an accompaniment: /hentai/otonari-ntr/

Chapter 1: Welcome to the NeighborhoodChapter Text

Sunlight peeks through the translucent curtains, painting our new little living room in Nagoya with warm strokes of gold.

It's our first morning here, in a box of a space that's more 'cozy' than 'claustrophobic,' depending on who you ask. I vote cozy. Especially when Ken's here. Everything's better when Ken's here.

He's in full Japanese businessman mode—crisp suit, sleek tie, hair combed to such perfection it could probably deflect bullets. Yet, there he stands, amidst a fortress of unopened boxes, looking perplexed at a coffee maker that's still wrapped in bubble wrap.

"Remember? 'Home is where your Wi-Fi connects automatically,'" I remind him.

"Right, right. I'll pick up the router on the way home." He glances at his watch. "I should get going, though. Let's tackle this… fortress when I get back. I'll do what I can to come home early."

"Sure. A kiss before you leave me, so cruelly?" I add, cocking my head to the side.

Ken plants a quick, tender kiss on my lips. But I'm not having any of that quick peck nonsense. Not this morning.

"Muah!" I pull him in, turning a simple goodbye into a proper send-off. Our kiss deepens, my fingers finding their way into his perfectly combed hair, messing it up (just a bit).

"Nnggh!" my husband tries to protest, but I can tell he's not really trying.

"Ken..." I whisper between breaths.

"Okay, okay," he laughs, breaking away but still in the grasp of my arms. "I'm off to work."

And then, despite our passionate interlude, I dive back in. This time, it's laughter that breaks us apart.

"I'll be late for work!"

I watch him leave, a bubble of happiness in my chest. Our new life in Japan, the adventure we embarked on together, is filled with these small, enchanted moments. I'm standing in an apartment overrun with boxes, in a city where I'm still learning to navigate both the streets and the customs, but with Ken, it feels like the pieces fall into place.

With a contented sigh, I glance around the apartment. Time to tackle the day, one box at a time.

I start with "Kitchen Misc."

"Here thar be dragons," I slice the tape with more enthusiasm than necessary.

The first thing that greets me is a teapot. Not just any teapot, though. It's the horrendously neon pink teapot that Ken won for me at a summer festival. The one that makes him squirm, given its clash with every aesthetic known to man, specifically his favorite earthy tones. I remember insisting he try the ring toss; his serious face then seeming as if the fate of nations rested upon his shoulders. Then, finally, him presenting it, with all the solemnity of a knight errant offering a quest item.

"In the name of love and terrible decor," I set it aside.

The clink and clatter of dishes interrupt my unpacking trance, each item unraveling our mix of East meets West, his and hers, ramen and burgers.

Next up is the heavy cast-iron skillet, a housewarming gift from my sister back in the States, inscribed – no, prescribed with the words "For Better Bacon." It's the skillet that Ken found mystifying, questioning its absurd weight like one would an alien artifact.

"It's multipurpose," I assured him, remembering the first omelet I cooked him, how the cheese oozed like my heart did when he ate it despite his aversion to "runny dairy."

A pair of mugs tumbles out next. One has a staid print of a shinkansen. The other boasts a graphic of Rosie the Riveter flexing with 'We Can Brew It!' splashed in bold letters.

I might be a red-haired explosion of freckles and untamed ponytails to his precise part and restrained demeanor, but it works, somehow.

I tug at bubble wrap and it gives way to the clink of cutlery and dishes. A photo frame edges its way into view.

There he was, Ken, flanked by cherry blossoms, a man with the kind of composure that could've solidified air. This was back when I did English tutoring, and he was one of those diligent after-hours attendees, tie slightly askew, always five minutes early.

"Foundational phrases," I had ventured that first class, but his earnestness soon had us tumbling into conversations that ranged from the philosophical depth of the four ways of eating Hitsumabushi, to the untapped comedy of fiscal reports.

Here's a spatula we bought on that giggly, shop-hopping Saturday. It has a giraffe-patterned handle—his impromptu gift following a playful spat about whether long necks or significant heights were more evolutionary advantageous, or a dead end.

I come across an old ceramic bowl, and within it lies an assortment of hair ties. I remember once complaining about the weight of my copious, unruly locks in the Japanese humidity. Ken was leaving for a business trip. When he returned, among the souvenirs and tales of meetings, he unveiled the most delicate, ornate hairpin I had ever seen, a testament to the skill of local artisans but also, silently, an embodiment of his attentiveness to my struggles.

That was just a few weeks before he proposed.

I pull out my apron - it's baking time.

Nothing says 'neighborly love' like a batch of homemade brownies. And we're talking the Thompson family recipe, the kind that could broker peace treaties or at least win over the apartment complex.

Brown butter is key, the kind of secret that makes you want to whisper and glance over your shoulder. I watch the butter melt in the pan, turning a golden hue, turning an ordinary moment into a little culinary alchemy.

"Foundational flavors," I muse. I remember the hesitant way he first tried a brownie, analyzing it like a quarterly report before surrendering to the gooey, fudgy magic.

As the butter browns, I chop the dark chocolate, the knife rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. The scent of cocoa and espresso powder mingles in the air, a promise of indulgence. I think back to our wedding—how we skipped the traditional cake and served brownies instead, how Ken's meticulous precision melted away as we fed each other the sticky, sweet squares, his laughter mingling with mine.

I love it when he laughs - it's so hard to get him to do it, and I love triggering it.

I whisk in the sugars and crack the eggs. One by one, they slide into the bowl, golden and gorgeous. Japanese eggs are just on another level. Vanilla pours in like a fragrant rain, and I whip the mixture until it's thick and fluffy.

The oven hums as the brownies bake, and I step out to the apartment's railing, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Below, Nagoya is coming to life, the sun casting long shadows as the city stretches awake. I lean there, procrastination whispering sweet nothings about unpacked boxes, but I'm already committed to my mission of sugary diplomacy.

I cut the cooled brownies and tuck them into little packages, the kind that say "I'm your new best friend." I feel Ken's fond amusement as I fuss over the presentation, knowing he'd tease me about my 'generous portions'—an allusion to my big ol' titties.

Well, generosity is a virtue.

I knock on the first door, the brownies a sweet ambassador in my hands.

The door creaks open and the Ishikawas, my new neighbors, peer out—a couple so quintessentially Japanese, they could have stepped right out of a travelogue. They're immediately taken aback by the sight of a foreign woman—the redhead with a gift-bearing grin.

"Konnichiwa! Watashi wa, tonari ni hikkoshi shimashita, Elizabeth to mōshimasu." Hello! I've just moved in next door, my name is Elizabeth.

They crinkle into warm smiles. Their astonishment isn't at the brownies but at my Japanese, which is fairly fluid after almost 10 years of living here.

"Ah! Hontōni?" Really? They beckon me in.

Mrs. Ishikawa takes the brownies, examining them as if they're exotic treasures.

"Amerika no recipe desu," I explain. "Oishii to ii desu ne."

I hand them the brownies, still quite hot, fresh from the ven.

"Chotto, neko-jita kamo shirenai kara..." I caution with a playful smile, warning them that they're still quite hot.

Ken had taught me this phrase about having a "cat's tongue," meaning you can't handle hot food.

I touch my own tongue and wince comically, "Jibun mo sakki yaita kedo, taberu kachi ga arimashita!" I might have burned my own tongue earlier, but it was worth it!

Mr. Ishikawa lets out a hearty chuckle.

"Sugoi, Nihongo ga jōzu desu ne!"

Their praise washes over me, and I bow my head, letting a humbled "Arigatou" escape my lips.

They insist on repaying the kindness and invite Ken and me to dinner. It's a whirlwind of 'yōkoso' and 'itsumo no you ni', welcomes and as-always', all served with the kind of sincerity that makes you believe in the inherent goodness of people.

As I make my way back, a sense of pride swells within me. I've navigated this exchange not as the foreigner I am but as the neighbor I hope to be. It's these little victories, these bridges built of brownies and banter, that make Japan feel more like home.

"Round two!" I cheer to myself as I ring the next doorbell.

This one is Mr. Otonari.

He's huge. A chubby mountain of a man with a grin that's all teeth and way too much enthusiasm.

"Are you Marin-san from the 'Nice and Chunky Club'?" he blurts out in Japanese, his words tumbling over each other in excitement. "I've been expecting you! Come! Get in, get in!"

I blink. Once. Twice. Did I hear him right?

In an instant, he's grabbed my arm, pulling me into his apartment with a strength that leaves me stunned. My brownies fall to the ground.

"Payment is on the cupboard, please take it when you leave!" He huffs as he drags me through the cramped, dimly lit apartment.

"Ch- chotto matte kudasai!" I stammer out, my mind spinning, unsure what to do.

He doesn't pay any heed, manhandling me into a traditional-style bedroom and tossing me onto a futon.

"Aah!" I yelp out, pain stinging through me as I land. "What are you...?!"

I start to protest in English, my Japanese failing me in the moment of panic.

But he's already tugging at his shirt.

"Sorry but I can't wait any longer!" He bellows, unbuttoning his pants, "I'm already pent up for this!"

My heart races as he strips his pants off, revealing his stained white underwear.

My protests turn into horror, "A-aaahh!" This is some kind of horrible mistake. He thinks I'm someone else.

"Marin-san, are you the type of person who screams?" His grin widens, misunderstanding my terror for an act.

He strips off his his briefs and in a horrifying move, stuffs it into my mouth as a gag. The taste is as vile as you'd expect, a musky stench that makes me want to retch.

"Please bear with it. My underwear." He says, entirely too pleased with himself.

His words and actions are so absurd, so surreal, that it leaves me stunned and speechless. The room spins, my mind churning with disbelief... and fear.

His pudgy, cold fingers yank at my white linen pants, a stylish pair I'd picked up from a little boutique in Ginza last month. He strips them off with frightening force. My heart beats faster, harder as I squirm.

What the hell is happening?

His comments fly at me in fast, lewd Japanese, remarks about my body that cause my cheeks to burn in abject humiliation. He's undressing me on his dingy futon, his sweaty, clammy hands on my hips, his greasy fingers brushing against my thighs.

"Fuwaa…"

His eyes practically gleam at the sight of my pale, freckled legs bared before him. His grotesque comments tumble out in Japanese.

"Ah, such pale, delicious skin! I am enchanted. You Western women really do have some allure, ne?"

I squirm under his gaze, the whites of my legs contrasting with the bright pink blossoming across my thighs and fading into the blue lace of my underwear.

It's getting harder to breathe, harder to keep the panic at bay as he pulls my shirt upwards, revealing my blue bra, white-bordered, barely containing my big breasts breasts. The shock of this, the shock of being seen - examined this way in fact - by anyone else but Ken is adding to the rising hysteria.

"Uwa… What an erotic body…" He ogles my bosom, his grubby hands reaching for my lace-covered breasts that were, just moments ago, safely nestled away. My stomach lurches, a whimper choked by the foul gag fills the room as he dares to lay his grimy hands on my breasts.

My world starts spinning at a nauseating speed, his sweaty body heaving over me, his meaty hands squeezing my flesh. His rough digits quickly give way to his hot, ravenous mouth, as he pushes my panties aside.

"Itadakimasu!" he declares it's time to eat.

The disgusting sound of his tongue reverberates through my ears, kicks me into a new level of panic. NGHHH! My mind screams in vain - my voice only a muffled, stifled sound.

He seems to take my whimpers as encouragement, the horrid feeling of his tongue flicking, lapping at my vagina. The sensation, unwanted and harsh, spins me into overdrive. It's not pleasure, it's an overload, an invasion of my being, as his enormous palms squash my flushed breasts, my breath hitching every time he tweaks my sensitive nipples.

The man is huge, grotesque; having him bear down on me, having his tongue sloppily devour—my body reacts involuntarily to the new, intense stimuli, a helpless, choking gasp leaving my gagged mouth.

My mind is a whirl of obnoxious details - the musty scent of the tatami, the swampy stench of his briefs, the slurping noises from down below, the harsh pressure of his fingers digging into my breasts, the vulgar slur of his words, praising my 'juicy gaijin body', the betrayal of my own flesh.

"Douzo, Marin-san!" He growls, pushing my legs further apart. His slobbering mouth dives in again; his tongue stroking and parting my folds, his groans of satisfaction mixed with my stifled, helpless cries.

I feel a jolt of sensation as his tongue circles my clit, sending sparks through me. It's too much, too soon, too shameful. I can feel my body responding in spite of my panic.

"NHHH!" My body arches upward involuntarily, a breathless whimper escaping just before his underwear muffles it.

"Uma~i!" He bellows contentedly between slurps, "Oishi! American pussy is delicious!"

Blood roars in my ears, my heart pounding as if trying to vault out of my rib cage. Sickeningly, he takes my sounds and movements as a sign of pleasure, his laughter rendered sadistic by the echoes of my useless mewls.

As his tongue returns to its sloppy lapping between my legs, I try desperately to close my thighs against the assault, against the shuddering, revolting sensation coursing through me. But he's too strong, easily spreading me apart again, his brutish laughter echoing in the room.

"Ah, you're juicy, Marin-san," he growls into my searing heat, taking a deep, appreciative sniff.

"Wha... Ughhhhh...!"

The crude slurping sounds grow louder as his fat, sloppy tongue works its way deeper into my folds. My body involuntarily quivers under his lapping. My screams stay muffled inside his disgusting underwear.

I can hear him, chuckling like a pig above me, his greasy hands now greedily grabbing and squeezing my HUGE breasts. They've been kept lovingly hidden, not even a bit of cleavage, seen only by Ken, and here's this nasty stranger manhandling them with such utter delight.

"Wow, what a heavy pair of tits," he grins grotesquely, his fingers cold and clammy on my hypersensitive skin, "Never thought juicy white tits like these could be so big, pale, and soft."

My face feels like it's scorching, my skin inflamed from the absolute humiliation.

Suddenly his rough hands yank hard at my breasts, forcing them fully out of their delicate lace confines with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

"Haaa, they're spilling out!" He laughs like a kid at a candy store, his clammy hands pawing at my mounds, squeezing at the hentai-sized knockers that have caused me all sorts of back problems. "So full and ripe, they're a feast, rich and creamy."

His snorts pique my determination. I try to struggle, to push him off, but it's like wrestling an angry, lustful bear back into its cage. He's far too hefty, too strong.

"MmBBBBHHHH!"

But the more I struggle, the harsher he pins me down. His big, chunky hands continue manhandling my breasts, causing each breast to jiggle violently, the pink nipples hardening under his rough thumbs. It's an intense sensation that's neither pleasure nor pain. It's an invasion.

My legs flail, desperate to kick him away or fight him off, but he's unflinching, his tongue unabated, lapping away at my folds with disgusting devotion.

"Your pussy tastes so sweet, so juicy! Just as I'd imagined an American one to taste. Is this what they feed you back there, cupcakes and cream?"

His lewd commentary peppers the outrageous situation, his grunts rough and primal as he explores my pussy, his rotund belly wobbling with his exertion.

"I'm having a boner just by licking you," he declares.

He's panting now, his hand reaching for a pocket of his discarded jeans. The sound of foil tearing rent the air.

"Hmm… Marín-san," he continues, his gaze keenly pinning me to the mattress. "Please make sure to envelop me properly with your pussy, okay? That's why I'm paying you."

Somewhere in the midst of this horror, a realization peppers the back of my mind. He's assuming I'm a prostitute. A western novelty sent by this 'Big and Chunky Club'.

He doesn't even know he's raping me. He thinks this is all an act!

Somehow, that makes it ten times worse.

"Mou dame. Yaru ze!" I can't take it anymore! Let's do this!

I look towards him, my eyes wide and misted over, a silent plea in the hazy blue depths. But he's beyond comprehension, beyond the bounds of restraint. Too lost in his own arousal.

I can feel it, the thick head of his covered erection nudging at the entrance of my pussy, insistent and arrogant. It's already so hot, too insistent.

He growls, low and animalistic, "Come on now." He hungers for what's beneath me, eagerly sniffing my wet, sopping snatch.

"Ughhh!" I squirm while trying to protest, dancing on the precipice of this terrifying situation.

I don't even know what to do at this point. He's too strong. I clamp my eyes shut, desperately trying to shut him out, to retreat into a safe corner of my mind.

I feel the cool, slippery latex against my pussy, and the sudden push of his swollen cockhead against my clit! His cock grinds against my puffy, wet lips, in a lewd display of bestial desire.

"Unngh…" he groans.

I feel the resistance give way, his bulbous cockhead trespassing the frame of my faithful pussy.

His thick, obese dick-helmet nudges against my folds... kisses my entrance... pushing... prodding... and then...

"HHHGGGUH!"

I feel it... the sheer enormity of his girth breaking past my entrance and planting itself inside me as he seems to expand.

My body locks up, eyes rolling back as I squeal, uselessly.

Like a piston, his hip slams into my legs, the base of his engorged member shoved snugly against the drenched entrance of my cunt. I can feel his hairy balls cradle against my ass...

Another muffled, pointless scream.

His rotund presence engulfs me; the musky smell of a man in his fifties, the uncontrolled groaning, the wobbling of his fat paunch crushing down on me. It's all too much, too fast. His dick feels like a rod - a huge, unreasonably brutal porking torch spreading me wide around it.

I'm totally overwhelmed by the slick suction of his cock pumping in and out of my pussy. His frenzied ardor is a grotesque swap for the consistency I get from Ken. This is RUTTING. Like pigs in the mud.

He leans over me as he fucks me—his meaty tongue hangs out of his slobbering mouth. His breath reeks, his grunting pleased and primal.

"OOOOOOOO!" His ecstasy pitched high, echoing through the room as he slams me open again and again. The grotesque squelch of my pussy lips submitted and conquered by the brutal prying of his cock's girth murders any remaining shreds of dignity I might have had.

My breasts flop to each side with the terrifying force of his thrusts. He arranges them, squeezing my mounds together, creates a cushion for his sweaty chest to slobber over.

"Your pussy … is so good… NGHHGHHHH!" he moans and slobbers, his voice raw with his barbaric pleasure, snippets of his sweaty face looking down at me, inflating my terror.

His cock is buried in my core, the feeling of being impossibly full, outrageously stretched - it stays with me.

"Oooh, Marin-san!" he grins down at me. His face looking far too pleased with me. As if I'm willingly leaning into his fantasy. "I knew you'd be worth every yen! So responsive, so sexy!"

The room is spinning, circling me into this grotesque carnival of depravity. His weight is an anvil against my body, pinning me down to the tatami mat, his face awash with an obscene pleasure that challenges the bounds of human decency.

I try to wrestle against him. But to him, my struggles are a flailing, feeble resistance engulfed by his tidal wave of fat, sweat, and unquenchable lust.

Suddenly, his pickled-fish breath assaults my senses as he repositions, hauling my legs up towards my head with a crude manhandling. My bare, freckled legs are spread wide, exposing my most intimate parts to the old man now looming larger still from this angle.

His meaty hands brace against my shoulders, shoving me further into the mattress while he positions his red, condom-sheathed cock at my entrance.

A noise leaves me, pathetic, high and desperate, muffled by his underwear.

"SYA... NGHHHHH..."

The grinding push of his phallus splits me open again. It feels like hot, hard steel, ripping me apart each time he slams himself in to the hilt. The room fills with the sickly vulgar sloshing sounds of my wet, abused pussy around the intruder.

Sloppy – wet – invasive sounds mar the air as he bashes his dense, obese cock into my drenched slit, his cock slamming and squelching between my folds; the fat, sloppy fleshiness as he slams into me, slams into me, SLAMS into me.

Each thrust sends a shock of unwanted pleasure through me. It's raw, it's brutish. His fat cockhead grinds against my cervix, invading inner nooks never touched this way.

The sheer enormity has my eyes rolling back in their sockets, as he punches into me. Each brutal thrust jostles my asscheeks harshly, the fat mounds rippling with a borderline slapstick frequency.

"Ooohh... Marin-san!" His voice is thick with arousal, the pleasure in his words making my stomach churn.

I make a vain attempt to wriggle free, but he's got me good, my body trapped in the rutting cage of his repulsive thirst. His sweaty balls hang loose, slapping crassly against my ass with each plunge of his cock into me.

"NNGH... UOH... HNNGH... EHHH...!" he grunts over me.

I try to fight back the spreading warmth. Each helpless moan — another nail sealing my fate. It's a cruel parody of pleasure.

He's fucking me. Fucking INTO me, FUCKING the shit out of me. This is such a horror show. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?

My eyes water and cross, the sensation of his massive member violating me completely overwhelming. My brain is on fire, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and the gravity of my situation threatens to obliterate any remaining threads of composure.

Each thick, brutal stroke of his cock sends ripples through my body, my thick ass jiggling under the harsh, repeated slap of his balls against my butt.

Expletives, muffled and distorted, tumble out from the corners of the gag. I'm shaking, trembling, gasping. The sickening, wet sound of his cock slamming in and out of my pussy overrides my senses, my reality wobbling between disbelief and terror.

"My, my, Marin-san! You're such a good girl!" he howls, his voice manic with pleasure. He's loving every second of this, feeding off the pain he's inflicting, the searing humiliation.

With a gesture as abrupt as it is brutal, he yanks my underwear gag out of my mouth, freeing my lips, my tongue, my screams.

"Stop! Please! I'm -"

He doesn't let me finish.

He swoops down, his wet, slobbery mouth claiming mine. His tongue is a grotesque invader, a vile, probing beast that seeks to conquer and subjugate. I'm choking on his scent, his taste, the sickening slush of our tongues wrestling for dominance.

His kisses are rabid, savage, nothing like the tender ones I share with Ken. These are the kisses of a man lost to lust, a man drunk on his own perverse desires.

"MMMMMmmmmMMM!"

His cock is a ruthless piston, relentlessly pounding into my pussy, a sledgehammer relentlessly fracturing the last vestiges of my sanity.

My body spasms beneath him at the barbaric rhythm of his thrusts; my wide hips, my round ass, my big tits - all jiggling in obscene synchrony with his frenzied humping.

"Ohhh you're squeezing me so good!" His voice is a guttural growl, his eyes wild with lust. "Your pussy... so tight, so hot, so juicy!"

His words, his voice, his actions - they merge into a monstrous cacophony, a symphony of violation that shakes me to my core.

I'm not even sure what's happening anymore, but he's grunting, groaning, his thrusts growing erratic. His breath hitches, his pace falters, and then...

"MMMMMNGHHH!"

His words dissolve into incoherent grunts as he nears his climax, his belly slapping against my trembling form.

"Cumming!" He growls, his voice thick with arousal, his movements becoming erratic.

"NO!" I manage to squeal, my voice raspy, my body shaking with exhaustion and terror.

Suddenly, his movements still, his cock buried deep inside me. His head rolls back, his teeth gritted as he gives one final, powerful thrust. His condom inflates inside me, the feeling of the rubber stretching around his cock as his hot, sticky semen fills it makes me want to vomit.

-SQURRRRT! SPLURRT!- The obscene sounds of his orgasm echo in my ears, his hot breath huffing against my neck as he empties himself inside me.

Each thick, heavy pulse of his orgasm sends a fresh wave of humiliation through me, the feeling of his condom swelling with his nasty old man seed almost too much to bear.

"Haah ahaah... this feels great..." He pants heavily, his sweaty body sagging against mine.

His condom is a grotesque balloon, filled with his spurting semen, drooping heavily between his legs when he finally pulls out.

"Since we've come to this... how about another round?" He proposes, his hands already pawing at my breasts again.

Suddenly, there's a sound at the door. DING DONG!

He freezes, looking towards the entrance. "Huh, a visitor? I was just getting to the good part…"

"I'm Marin-san," comes a voice from outside. "From the Nice and Chunky Club."

I gasp, my heart pounding.

He looks back at me, his expression puzzled, his eyes slowly widening.

I'm not Marin-san.

—

Mr. Otonari's girth shuffles awkwardly back into the bedroom. His brow is furrowed, eyes fixed on me, my body trembling on the futon, a shiver of disgust running through me.

"So, just who on earth are you?" he demands.

I lie there, a broken gasp escaping me. "Ugh... uwh... just who am I? WHO AM I?"

The fury building within me becomes a conflagration, the heat in my eyes must be visible, a tempest of righteous anger and burning humiliation.

"I'll tell you WHO I AM!" My voice roars, louder than I've ever heard it, "I'm the woman you've just violated, you MONSTER!"

The adrenaline surges, a volcanic eruption of pure, unadulterated rage. My body is trembling, but not with fear anymore. It shakes with fury, with the force of an anger so intense it's almost blinding.

"Yes, I'm the neighbor you just assaulted, you sick bastard!" I scream, my voice a weapon, sharp and unyielding.

He scuttles back, almost comical in his sudden panic, but then he regains his composure. His grin returns, now holding a camcorder, a glint of malice in his eyes.

The recording light is red.

The AUDACITY of this man, to film me right now!

My hands are a flurry of motion, yanking my underwear back into place, pulling down my blouse over my sore, reddened breasts. The fabric sticks to my skin, thanks to all the sweat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I demand, my voice a thunderclap in the small room.

"Ah, just securing some insurance," he replies, the camcorder unwavering in his hand as he films my frantic attempts to cover myself. He's narrating this atrocity like it's a documentary.

"Blackmail? You think you can blackmail me into silence?!" I'm screaming now, the sound ricocheting off the walls.

His smile stretches wider. "Yes, I'm aware of the gravity of my mistake. But at my age, I would prefer to avoid any... complications with the law."

The words come out like poison, his voice dripping with false contrition. He's maneuvering me into a corner, using my own dignity as a ransom.

"If you want to keep this quiet, it would be in your best interests to forget this little mishap," he says, his tone sinister beneath the veneer of friendliness. "Let's just say nothing happened here, yes?"

"Nothing happened? You raped me!" I'm about to explode, the fury igniting in my eyes, the room spinning with the white-hot intensity of my rage.

"And now, remind me again..." He tilts his head, the camcorder still trained on me. "Who are you?"

"I'm Elizabeth Nakamura. And you've just made the biggest mistake of your life." My voice is ice-cold now, the inferno of my anger solidifying into a deadly calm.

His grin falters for a split second, sensing the resolve in my tone. The fear of consequences, however fleeting, crosses his face. He knows, in that moment, he's not the only one holding cards. He's just unleashed a tempest he wasn't prepared for.

"I filmed everything, Elizabeth," he says, voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Just imagine what would happen if this little encounter of ours found its way onto the internet... or worse, into your husband's hands."

The threat is clear, the implication nauseating. I want to fight, to scream, to claw at him, but the tendrils of fear wrap around me, choking the resistance out of me.

"Think of the embarrassment," he chortles, his lens never straying from my face. "Your husband watching you here, on this futon. Watching you taken by another man."

I can feel bile rise in my throat at the thought, the humiliation stinging more than the rawness between my thighs.

"If you don't want this to spread around," he continues, his face obscured by the camera, "You'd better forget about today. You can make this all go away."

My mind races, panic and dread mingling into a toxic brew.

"You understand, don't you?" he continues, his voice deceptively mild. "A foreigner, especially a woman, might find the authorities less than sympathetic. And then there's your husband, think of his face, watching the video..."

A cold shiver runs down my spine. The implications of his words raise bile in my throat. I can feel the blood draining from my face, the room going cold around me.

"You piece of -" my words are cut short, a sob catching in my throat. I can't even look at him, my gaze dropping to the floor, to the brownies scattered there, the sweet gesture for my new neighbors now just another casualty of this nightmare.

With every shred of dignity I can muster, I snatch up my clothes, clutching them to my chest as I make a run for the door.

It's the silence that haunts me now, the stillness of the apartment that feels like a tomb. My mind is a whirlwind, spinning, spinning, and refusing to settle. The moving boxes sit there, mocking me with their normalcy, their promise of a fresh start now tainted by the horror of the day.

This day was supposed to be about new beginnings, not... this. I can hardly bring myself to think of it, the memory rises like bile, choking me with its vividness.

I'm sobbing at the kitchen table, my body wracked by tremors as I try to piece together the fragments of my shattered peace. It's late. 9:35pm. Where is Ken?

The thought of telling him makes my stomach twist. Pretending nothing happened isn't an option; it's a festering wound that no amount of denial can heal. But the alternative... revealing the truth... How do I even begin to tell him?

The image of that video playing before his eyes — my Ken, watching his wife being violated on a futon by that... that monster. Would he doubt me? No, he wouldn't. He can't. He knows me, knows us. We'll get through this together.

Footsteps approach the door. A key rattles in the lock.

"I'm vaack..." Ken's voice is slurred, thick with alcohol. "OW!"

"Careful," a second voice, familiar and dripping with smugness, chides gently.

What the hell? My heart stops. I'm on my feet before I can think, my mind spinning.

"KEN?" My throat tightens around his name.

There they are, Ken swaying on his feet, Mr. Otonari steadying him with a hand on his arm. I can't breathe. This isn't happening.

Ken chuckles, a loose, drunken sound that usually makes me smile. But now it's just a prelude to another nightmare.

"Sorry 'bout this," he slurs. "Helping me get home."

Mr. Otonari just grins, a Cheshire cat playing with his mouse. "It's no problem. Neighbors look out for each other."

Their casual exchange is surreal, played out in my kitchen like a grotesque pantomime. My eyes are locked on that grinning face, that face which not hours ago was contorted in lust over me.

The world tilts, my heart pounds against my ribcage, the situation unfurling before my eyes a grotesque parody of neighborly kindness.

"Well then, I'll take my leave here," Mr. Otonari says, turning towards the door.

"Good night!~" Ken's voice is soft, unaware, innocent.

"Good night to you too," Mr. Otonari adds, his voice slimy with unspoken knowledge. His eyes meet mine, and the grin he offers is a lecherous brand that burns into my soul. "Ma'am."

I glare at him, the venom in my gaze lethal enough to kill. I watch him leave, the door closing with a click that sounds like the lock of a cell.

Ken stumbles towards the couch, oblivious to the storm raging within me.

I want to scream, to explain, to break down and reveal the truth of what's happened, but the words are caught in my throat, strangled by fear and the fresh memory of Mr. Otonari's threat.

Ken leans forward suddenly, his breath a hot wave of whiskey.

"Ken, what even happened tonight?" I press, my voice edged with frustration.

"Haaa..." He sways a little, his words a buoy on the ocean of alcohol. "Otonari-san, we hit up a snack bar. It was... good fun."

"Snack bar?" My words come out clipped. "Didn't you say you were going to be home early today?" I bite down on my lip.

Ken's face is flushed, a crimson tide that doesn't reach his cloudy eyes. He slumps forward, his weight suddenly mine to bear.

"Hey, you're heavy!" I squeak, trying to prop him up without getting crushed.

"Today at work, you see..." He buries his face in my neck, his words muffled against my skin. "They said I have to transfer again~"

My mind grinds to a halt, gears catching on the word 'again.' "Transfer? TRANSFER?!" I shake him, trying to bring some sense back into him. "That's so weird! It's your first day, and they're transferring you again?"

Ken's eyelids droop, his words slurred and soft. "I also don't understand it..."

"So, where is it? Where are you going to be transferred?" I prod, hoping for a lucid moment.

"Uh... Stonai- kai... something island..." He trails off into a mumbled mess.

"Seto?!"

My brain is working overtime, a pot on the verge of boiling over. We've just settled in here, and now we're supposed to pack up and leave again? But maybe... that's a good thing?

Actually, wouldn't it be better to just go? To leave this place and all its ugly memories behind? Avoid the whole mess?

"Elizabeth..." Ken slurs, his hand groping for my breast with drunken aimlessness. "Elizabeth... let's have sex..."

I push his hand away firmly. "No, Ken. Now's not the time for it."

"We c-can't?" His question is a whimper, lost and confused.

I stare at him, his face flushed and eyes blurry with alcohol. He's not seeing me. Not really. He's somewhere else, lost in a fuzz of sake and beer.

"Wanna go to bed?" he mumbles, his voice a lullaby of promises he can't keep.

"S-sure..." I relent, my voice breaking.

I help him to his feet, supporting his stumbling steps toward our bed. My mind is a battlefield, but for now, I push the thoughts away. There's too much to process, too many decisions I'm not ready to make.

—

Ken's eyes are filled with drunken lust, but softened by affection.

His breath comes in ragged gasps; he smells of alcohol, of sweat, but also of the man I love.

"Elizabeth..." His voice is hoarse, husky, filled with desire. "I need you."

His hand grips my thigh, pulling me closer, spreading me open for him. The touch is familiar, comforting in its intimacy. His gaze is sobering, the love in his eyes a balm to my wounded soul.

He's always been a great lover. Attentive. Considerate. And now, his passion is fueled by alcohol, wiping away any inhibitions.

My heart races in anticipation, a flutter of excitement breaking through the turmoil. This is what I need, this closeness, the warmth of our tangled bodies, the promise of pleasure that comes with his touch.

"Ken, I need you too…," I whisper, my voice shaky but determined.

His hands are on my breasts now, gently coaxing them out of my bra, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that send shivers down my spine. It's a stark contrast to the harsh manhandling of my body earlier. Ken is gentle, his touch familiar and filled with love.

"You're so beautiful…" He mumbles, his lips trailing over the curve of my breast. A sigh escapes me as his lips close over a nipple, his tongue flicking it gently.

I whimper, my back arching into his touch, encouraging him to continue.

His hands are all over me, touching, feeling, appreciating. I revel in it, in the love and desire in his eyes, in the way his hands make me feel beautiful and wanted.

He's inside of me now, his cock sliding into my pussy with a practiced ease. This isn't the rough fucking of the monster from before. This is lovemaking, a dance we've perfected over the course of our young marriage.

"Ah... Ken!" I moan, the rhythm of his thrusts setting my body aflame. My big breasts jostle with each shove forward, the sensation different now.

His hips grind against mine, his cock buried deep inside me. He's hitting that spot, the one that makes my toes curl, my breath hitch. That spot that makes me feel like a woman. His woman.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes flutter open, staring blankly at the ceiling. It's not Ken's movements, no, not his gentle thrusts that know just the way around my body, but that memory.

Mr. Otonari.

His grotesque face swims into my mind, his lecherous smile, his greedy eyes.

His touch on my skin, not warm and loving like Ken's but cold, brutal, forceful. A violation.

His voice. That disgusting tone of pleasure, the way he'd called me 'Marin-san,' the way he'd moaned the name of a prostitute as he climaxed inside me.

I blink, my tear-filled eyes focusing on the ceiling, a silent scream rising in my throat. A tear slips down the side of my face, a tiny drop of despair.

"Elizabeth?" Ken's voice. His voice soothes me, a soft caress against the storm of my thoughts. "W- what's wrong?"

"No..." I manage, my voice choked with emotion. "No, Ken. Please don't stop."

I need him now, more than ever. I need his touch, his warmth, his love. I need to wash away the filth, the memory of that monster from my mind.

Ken is my salvation. His hands, his lips, his body... they all knit me back together, piece by piece.

And so, I lose myself in him, in his rhythm, in the rock of his hips against mine. I let the feeling of his cock deep inside me erase that monster from my mind.

My moans fill the room, not of pain, but of pleasure. Pleasure that I share with Ken, pleasure that makes me forget, if only for a while.

"Elizabeth." His whisper in my ear is a soothing lullaby, his lips tracing my jawline in a silent promise of love, of protection.

He falls asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist. I lay there, his warmth seeping into me, his steady breathing a calming rhythm against the storm in my mind.

Soon, we'll pack our things, say goodbye to this Godforsaken place, and leave for a clean start. A fresh beginning, an escape from this nightmare.

Chapter 2: BlackmailChapter Text

A fresh egg, a fresh start.

Glancing out of our kitchen window, the morning light does little to ease the darkness from the knot in my stomach, the dangling threads of yesterday woven tightly within it. But I push forward, stirring life into a steaming pot of rice, the scents of home and routine cocooning me.

"Honey," I call out, "breakfast will be ready soon! How do you want your eggs today?"

From the bedroom comes the shuffle of feet and the clink of a belt buckle. "The usual would be perfect."

"The usual it is." I whisk in a splash of tamari.

Ken emerges, adjusting the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. "Smells amazing," he beams, the lines of worry from the previous night smoothed away by sleep and the dawn of a new day.

"And it's about to smell even better," I declare with the confidence only a spatula-wielding housewife can muster.

The kitchen is a bustle of East-meets-West breakfast prep. I glance at the recipe Jack and I loved from Japan, tamago kake gohan, with its creamy risotto-like rice begging for a touch of American sass. I've got the cast iron pan out.

"You're adding bacon?" Ken's eyebrow raises.

"Bacon goes with everything," I say, winking at him over my shoulder.

"You know, they might exile you from Japan for this heresy."

"Until they taste this." I whip the egg into the rice. "Look!" It's turning the perfect shade of creamy yellow.

Ken peers into the bowl, feigning concentration. "Impressive. I'm getting a hint of... is that cheese?"

"Sharp as ever, Mr. Nakamura." I beam at him, then usher a spoonful toward his mouth. "Taste test?"

He obliges, his lips closing around the spoon. "Mmmm." He nods his approval, his eyes lighting up. "Well. You've revolutionized tamago gohan. Just don't tell my mother."

"A secret I will keep." I gesture like I'm locking my lips and throwing away the key.

Breakfast is served—a fusion dish on matching blue plates. He sits, his jacket dangling off the back of his chair, his tie loose around his neck.

I slide into my seat across from him. This feels normal. We eat, stirring in scallions and sesame seeds with every scoop, our chopsticks tapping a peaceful rhythm.

"So, Seto?" I venture, poking at a patch of egg with my chopsticks. "What else can you tell me about the new position?"

Ken glances up, chewing thoughtfully. "I'll ask some questions today. Some sort of strategic move to a new office. That's all I know."

"Don't forget," I point at him with my chopsticks, "you promised me the router yesterday. I need my internet."

Ken laughs, a sound that wraps around me like a warm blanket. "I won't forget this time. Sorry."

His phone buzzes. An urgent vibration that spells out 'duty calls.'

I hand him his briefcase, my fingers brushing his. "Gambatte."

He stands, I wrap him in a hug, and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Work hard," I whisper.

"For you." His voice is soft now, threaded with a warmth that never fails to thaw my worries, even the ones hidden deep.

—

With Ken gone and breakfast remnants cleared, I start thinking about the boxes. Right, might as well leave them packed. I rub at a smudge on the countertop, the kitchen bleach doing its thing, whitening everything, including my thoughts.

No need to unpack. Not now.

Pushing away yesterday's memory is like pressing down on a spring; it just bounces back higher. The grotesque images, the vulgar pawing...

Bile rises in my throat. I swallow it down with a glass of water, cold and sharp.

At least he used a condom. At least there's that thin layer of latex between his disgusting self and...

But physical barriers don't soothe mental scars. The violation was still real. Every repulsive detail imprinted on my brain.

THUD. THUD.

The knock at the door freezes me in place. My spine solidifies, my hand suspended in mid-air—clutching at the kitchen towel like some pathetic flag of truce.

It can't be...

There stands Mr. Otonari, his grin the size of the archipelago, his eyes roaming my body.

"Good morning, ma'am!"

He's the embodiment of my unreleased screams, the shadow I've been pushing away since yesterday. And yet here he is, his presence dismantling my feigned composure, piece by piece.

"Why is your face looking like that?" He cocks his head, feigning concern, his English broken and edged with mockery. "Are you going through something tough?"

My hands clench at my sides, knuckles whitening as I hold back the urge to release a torrent of anger on this man. The very sight of his big ugly face rewinds the tape of yesterday's nightmare.

"DON'T TALK TO ME!" My voice cracks the air like a whip, finality laced in every syllable.

Unmoved, or worse, emboldened, he steps into the apartment.

In a voice steady as I can muster I warn him, "I'll call the police."

But his smile stretches; he's the cat who not only got the cream, but beguiled the dog guarding it as well. "Meaning," he drawls, "that you haven't reported me yet?" His grin is venomous. "What a relief! I was so worried about it!"

My heart seethes, a torrent of emotions held at bay by the dam of fear his threat holds against me. Heat flushes my previously pale cheeks—embarrassment, outrage, hatred.

I realize then—I should have never opened the door.

"Don't bother me ever again," I hiss through gritted teeth, the futile bravado shaking in my tone. "We'll be moving out of here immediately! Very soon!"

Still, his grin doesn't waver. His satisfaction hangs heavy in the air.

"Ah, please wait for a bit," he says with a casualness that belies the iron grip as his hand grabs my arm. His flesh is clammy and confident, as if he has every right to be here, to touch me.

He CAN'T be serious, but the evidence before me is undeniable. He's basking in his perceived invincibility. But I'm about to snap.

"It's a shame that you're gonna move out, but well, setting that aside..." His other hand rustles around in the bag he brought, and like a perverse jack-in-the-box, out come his implements.

The contents spill into view —the glossy sheen of red rope, the cold glint of metal clasps, a ball gag… There's more, but it's the gleaming, grotesque shapes of the sex toys that drop my stomach into an abyss.

"What the fuck!"

This is not happening!

"I was thinking," his voice curls around each word like smoke, thick with dark intent. "If you wanna try a few more things, to help keep your mouth shut."

My blood runs cold as I realize the extent of his depravity. My breath hitches in horror, heart plummeting as though the ground beneath me has given way. The air thins around me, each breath a struggle against the dread that chokes me.

He reaches for me, a hunter assured of his prey, his fingers digging into my flesh, claiming it. His intention is all too clear, a declaration without words that we're far from done — that he's far from done with me.

Terror paralyzes me, the air in my lungs crystalizes to ice. There's a moment – a fleeting, desperate moment – where I believe I can break free from his grasp, that I can somehow bolt the door and leave him outside, leave him relegated to the realm of nightmares and never again let him cross the threshold into reality.

That moment shatters.

A squeal rips from my throat as he grabs me. The sound is high, sharp, a nail hammered into my own coffin. His grip is certain, possessive, and the seal of my fate.

—

The scrape of the camera tripod grates through the silence like a broken record. Mr. Otonari, chubby and mostly naked but for his briefs, crouches down – his beer belly jiggling obscenely. His bald head glistens under my apartment's harsh lighting, and he wears a grin as wide as the Pacific, as if he has just hit the jackpot.

In a manner of speaking, he has.

"Your husband's situation..." He starts, his voice slurred and heavy, testing the microphone. "...being thrown around at work from place to place. It sure does sound hard."

He moves around the tripod, his large, flabby body like a grotesque parody of an artist in his studio. His voice echoes in the room, each syllable a gnarled claw scratching on my nerves.

"I feel sorry for him... Having such a cute wife..." His eyes roam over my body, a smirk playing on his lips. "...Only to be raped by someone like me..."

The words are like acid, burning into my consciousness, branding me with humiliation and degradation. My heart pounds in my chest, my blood raging in my ears.

He pauses, as though savoring the impact of his words, his grin widening. "The more I think about your circumstances... The more aroused I get..."

Pure filth.

There are words - Japanese - and I catch a few. 'Fun'... 'rape'... 'cute wife'... 'aroused'. They tumble from his mouth like tar, sticking, staining, polluting everything they touch and I'm drowning, choking on the verbal filth that spews forth.

"I thought I'd have a bit more fun with you before you move out."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my breath catching in my chest.

My reflection in the camera lens amplifies the grotesque reality of the situation. I can't help but whimper around the smooth sphere of the ball gag wedged between my teeth. The saliva trails down my chin, warm and sticky strands of shame that I can't wipe away.

My reflection is distorted— a woman trussed up, sitting on her own couch, naked, and so incredibly exposed. My knees are pulled up and tied together, my legs splayed wide, the red silk rope snaking around my pale thighs and disappearing beneath me.

There is no shred of dignity left in my current state. Helpless, my big, round, pale breasts jut out, bouncing and jiggling with each ragged breath, the ropes cutting into the soft flesh. The rope encircles my waist, and is knotted around my wrists and ankles, leaving me utterly immobile.

The vibrator, a monstrous, buzzing intruder, is wedged inside me. My panties, pulled to the side, the fabric strained taut, holding the device in place. The vibrations pulse through me, each wave of sensations eliciting a muffled moan. My hips squirm involuntarily, every little movement captured by the unfeeling eye of the camcorder.

I try to wriggle, to gain some semblance of control. But with every movement, the vibrator shifts, its hum growing louder, my body reacting with shameful arousal. I whimper, the sound muffled, deformed by the red ball gag. My breaths come shallow and fast, each inhale and exhale punctuated by the sadistic hum of the vibrator.

My skin, my freckled, pale skin, is slick with perspiration. My hair sticks to my face, my legs shake uncontrollably, my arms strain against the cuffs in futile attempts to free myself. My body is now a spectacle for a man who sees me as nothing more than a toy.

The sensations build, like a relentless tide that refuses to ebb. The vibrator buzzes loudly, every pulse sending waves rippling through me. I whimper, throaty, stifled squeals muffled by the ball gag. My body convulses, my hips rising and falling in rhythm with the incessant hum between my legs, and I feel a knot coiled tight in my tummy.

Mr. Otonari watches.

"Did you just cum?" he says.

"NO!" I want to scream, but it comes out as a whimpered sob, lost in the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator.

His grin widens. "You're quite sensitive, ma'am," he says, uncapping a small, medicinal brown vial. "So I'm thinking... I'll give you something that makes you even more sensitive."

My heart pounds even harder, the fear twisting my insides into knots.

His words hang heavy in the air. My eyes open wide in a silent plea for mercy. My fingers claw the air, but all I grasp is the weight of my helplessness.

He leans closer, the leer on his face growing wider. "Don't worry, this isn't some illegal drug," he says, holding my head back. His hot, putrid breath washes over me, and I gag.

He pours the liquid into the holes of the gag. It's bitter, burning my tongue and throat as it slides down.

An involuntary shudder runs through me. What did he just give me?

Mr. Otonari's pudgy fingers reach for my breasts, seizing my nipples. He twists them hard, and a high-pitched squeal tears out from my throat.

"Your nipples are so stiff!" he crows, his fingers continuing to flick and twist the sensitive nubs. "They're so sexy."

His breathing is heavy, labored as he watches my writhing form. His gaze lingers over my breasts, my stretched, glistening skin, the ropes cutting into my soft flesh.

A heat is building inside me, a pressure that is impossible to ignore. I desperately try to quell it, to resist the sensation that threatens to consume me. I will not — I refuse to — orgasm at the hands of this grotesque man.

I grit my teeth, my eyes tightly shut, as I battle the rising tide. I clench down on the ball gag, my tongue tasting the bitter residues of the liquid he forced down my throat. The vibrations continue to pulse inside me, cruel and unrelenting, and I feel a shameful trail of liquid seeping from my pussy, staining our new couch.

I force my muscles to relax, to resist the mounting pressure. I focus on the taste of bile in my mouth, the grip of the ropes on my wrists, anything but the undulating hum of the vibrator between my legs.

It's like trying to stop a freight train.

Each pulse of the ominous vibrator sends shockwaves through my body, radiating from my core, sparking nerves alight across my skin. It's a gnawing, insistent sensation that tightens and winds circles in my belly.

The vibrator hums, lodged deep, my own panties holding it in place. The frenzied buzzing is loud in the room, amplified by the slick walls of my pussy that adds a sloppy undertone to the noise.

My muscles spasm, the silky rope biting into my soft flesh even deeper. I close my eyes, focusing on the sting of the ropes, anything to distract my body.

My skin glistens, slick with sweat as I struggle against the bonds.

"Your eyes are crossing," he gloats.

I feel the sweat trail down between my heaving breasts, my chest rising and falling in harsh pants. My eyelids flutter shut, my eyes rolling back, the sensations threatening to overwhelm my senses.

But I can't— I won't. I refuse to give this disgusting man the satisfaction. So, I pull myself back from the edge of the trembling precipice of orgasm. Each gasping breath is a battle, a tug-of-war against the mounting pleasure.

Suddenly, the vibrations cease. My eyes snap open to find Mr. Otonari grinning at me, his pudgy fingers pulling my soaked panties aside, withdrawing the buzzing monstrosity from my depths. His gaze is glued to my glistening folds, my pussy lips swollen and slick, quivering from the relentless assault.

"Hey ma'am," he leers at me, "Seems you can't take much more. I'm guessing you want some dick pretty badly by now!"

He brings the slick vibrator up to my face, the aroma of my own arousal hitting my nostrils. The smell is a heady mix of musk and saltiness, a scent that is uniquely mine, and I feel another rush of shame. My ears burn.

Slowly, he unclasps the ball gag from my mouth. I want to scream, to spit, to hurl vile words at him. But all that escapes from my lips are pathetic whimpers.

"B-b..." I stammer, but the word 'bastard' won't form. My mind is a cluttered mess of fear and shame.

He grins at my feeble attempt to fight back. "Sure," he says. He moves closer, his hairy, flabby body pressing against my splayed legs. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the stench of his sweat filling my nostrils.

The ropes dig into my skin, the harsh fibres grating against my soft flesh. My knees are pulled up and tied together, my legs spread wide, my pussy on full display, silent and helpless.

"I..." I stammer, the words jumble in my mind. "Are you... sick?" My words are a whimper, a last ditch plea in the face of impending horror. My eyes dart to the tripod, camera rolling, capturing every humiliating moment. "ARE YOU SICK IN THE HEAD?!" I manage to shriek, the words ringing in my ears.

His cock hangs like a sword of Damocles over me.

The ugly length of it is stunning, impossible to ignore. A thickened, bloated bell-end, shining with a droplet of pearly yellow fluid, stands out. It's horrific, the realization that he truly means to take me raw, to steal my dignity without a scrap of latex as barrier.

The sight forces a bile-filled gulp down my throat. I should have reported him, shirked off the fear of the video exposure, the potential humiliation. I should have screamed the moment I saw him at the doorway.

But I didn't.

"THIS IS JUST-" I gasp, my voice shaking. "D-DON'T-" My breathless sobs punctuate each word, my voice thick with disgust. "UNFORGIVEABLE!"

A laugh bubbles up from his throat, a sound that chills my blood. "Well then, sorry about that." His grin is chillingly casual, his eyes glinting with cruel delight.

And then...

SLAM.

There's a loud, wet slap, followed by the obscene squelch of my pussy yielding to his huge cock. My body convulses, my muscles straining against the red silk ropes. My hips thrust up involuntarily, my back arches, my toes curl.

His bare cock is inside me, splitting me open, filling me.

Oh god.

The world fades away to nothing but the sensation of being brutally owned, my tight pussy stretching to accommodate his monstrous cock. There's no gentleness, no caution in his thrust. Just raw, uncompromising dominance.

I feel every hot, pulsating inch of him inside me, my sensitive inner walls clenching around him reflexively. The sensation is indescribable, a cocktail of torment and forced pleasure that threatens to rip me apart. My body tries to rebel, to expel this vile intruder, but his next thrust leaves no room for resistance, his balls slapping against my ass in a loud, wet smack.

My body bounces with the impact, his every thrust causing my breasts to jiggle violently. The cold air nips at my nipples, hardening them further. My hips jerk upward, matching his rhythm involuntarily.

Each harsh thrust is punctuated by a loud wet SLAP, a loud, monstrous reminder of this violation. His huge, bulging belly presses down on me, his sweaty, flabby flesh smothering my curves.

"I'm terribly sorry about this, Mrs. Nakamura," he grunts in rhythm with his thrusts, the absurdity and grotesqueness of his apology adds yet another layer to the horror unfolding. "If it makes it any better, I also think I'm sick in the head."

His words hang in the air, punctuated by the nauseating, lecherous squelch of our joining. He's enormous inside me, pinning me, penetrating me. His cock, veiny and obscene, is embedded deep within my violated sanctum.

"Ughhhh... Mmmm... This would normally be a crime the cops should handle, huh?" he says, his voice thick with twisted satisfaction.

Each thrust sends me into shuddering spasms, my bound body bouncing under his grotesque weight. My soft, freckled skin is a stark contrast to his sallow, flabby flesh. His swollen belly squashes into my heaving breasts, the sweat mingling, seeping into the silk ropes binding me, soaking the couch even further.

I'm pinned beneath him, spread wide and filled with this monstrous intruder, the sloppy slap of his belly against my thighs, the grating squelch of his cock driving deep inside my helpless pussy echo around the apartment.

"Ohhhh... mmm... I understand... I understand why you're upset," he pants, his flabby face glistening with exertion. His dark eyes are glazed with lust, his bulbous lips stretch into a grotesque grin. "But after having a taste of such a fine, young..." he thrusts particularly harshly, making me squeal, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "...beautiful pussy... I just can't stop myself anymore!"

His words are a spiked vise tightening around my throat. I gasp, wheezing for air, choking on the horrifying reality of his statement. My heart is a wild drum in my chest, my breathing erratic as the sickening realization washes over me.

His hefty thighs pin my legs to the couch, his balls slap against my ass with each thrust.

"Take a look at my dick!" he pants, pulling half out. His fat, swollen length glistens obscenely, my arousal coating his ugly cock, a testament to my body's perverse reaction. "I'm so rock hard!"

"Nnghh... N-n-no... " I whimper, my voice barely more than a raspy whisper. The sight of his veiny, engorged cock halfway buried in my sopping center sends a shudder racing through me.

I wriggle, straining against the silk ropes that bite further into my soft flesh.

"Why...? W- why are you..." My broken plea is punctuated by his next thrust, my hips bucking involuntarily as his girth invades me again. "D- doing this... S- stop..."

"Ah, but why would I? Look at you," he grins down at me. "This lewd pussy's sucking me hard. Trying to milk me, huh?"

I shake my head, my words dying in my throat. The reality is too much to bear, my body's betrayal, the sticky wetness between my thighs, the undeniable evidence of the perverse pleasure I'm experiencing.

His laughter is cruel, echoing in the silent room. His hand reaches for my breasts, squeezing the tender mounds, his fingers tugging at my painfully swollen nipples. I gasp, a high-pitched moan slipping past my lips as electric pleasure zings through my body.

He bends forward, his hefty body pinning my legs back even more, his disgusting face looming over my chest. I watch, horrified yet unable to look away, as his tongue lolls out, licking his dry lips with a disgusting smack of his chops.

He lowers his head, his lips closing over one of my nipples in a hard suckle. The sudden intense sensation has my back arching off the couch, a loud, shuddering moan tearing from my throat.

"Nnnghh...!"

He switches to my other breast, his mouth sucking hard on the sensitive mound as his thrusts continue to plunder me. With each cruel suck, he pulls at the turgid nipple, dragging more sounds out of me, making me writhe in a bizarre mix of humiliation and pleasure.

"S- stop..."

Disgusting slurps come from his mouth as he feeds hungrily on my bouncing breasts, punctuated by the sloppy, wet slaps of his groin against my swollen pussy.

His thrusts grow more frenzied, more intense. The pressure builds inside me, my body responding to his in a primal dance as old as time. I grit my teeth, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands. I can't... I can't climax this way.

No.

His slobbering lips slurp at my sensitive nipples. My skin crawls in revulsion as his tongue laps greedily, the sensation sending unexpected jolts of pleasure through me. I squirm in futile attempts to escape his lewd assault, but my movements only cause my breasts to bounce enticingly before his eager eyes.

"They're so big... so soft," he pants between mouthfuls of boob, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. His fingers knead the soft mounds, molding them to his disgusting liking. "They don't throw off your proportions. They're perfect..."

His cock slams into me, each thrust jolting me, forcing me to sway with his rhythm.

"Your body is so responsive... so sexy," he grunts, his words punctuated by every hard thrust. "This sensation... it feels so good."

My body jolts, my nerves alight with unwanted pleasure. My breath catches in my throat, my moans escaping in whimpered gasps.

"The way your pussy reacts when I thrust inside... It's like you crave it," he taunts, his grin spreading wider with each word. "I'm so jealous of your husband. He gets to indulge in this every night."

Shame burns hot in my cheeks, my eyes welling with tears. I can't respond, can't form any words to refute his claims. My mind is filled with the image of Ken, my loving husband so different from this hideous, disgusting man.

"But you're totally feeling it, aren't you? You can't deny it," he gloats, pushing himself deeper into me.

"N- n- no!" I try to protest, the waves of pleasure making it hard to form coherent sentences. "I'm not... s- stop it already..."

SLAM.

His cock hilts itself balls deep inside me, the sensation forcing a gasp from my lips. His fat, swollen length is lodged fully in my violated center, every twitch, every pulsation felt so acutely.

"It seems like our bodies are a perfect match for each other," he says, grinding his flabby hips against me. His cock twitches inside me, the sensation making me squirm. My body is reacting to him, responding to his intrusion in a terrifyingly pleasurable way.

"Ahhh... uahh..." I moan helplessly as he grinds against me, his shaft nudging tantalizingly at my g-spot. My body arches in response, a wave of pleasure washing over me.

"How about you become my sexfriend?" he proposes with a lecherous grin, his words making my blood run cold.

"W- w- who would want to be sexfriends with a rapist like y- you?" I manage to whimper out, my words choked and weak. "S- stop it!"

My protests are cut short as his slovenly mouth descends onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth with disgusting fervor. His taste fills my senses - stale beer, sweat, the underlying stench of something acrid and unpleasant.

"OH! I'm close! A thick one is coming!" he grunts, his fat, flabby body grinding against mine, the disgusting sound of our flesh slapping together echoing around the silent apartment. His cock twitches inside me, the sensation sending a shudder through my body.

"P- pull out!"

A fiery grin splits his face.

"I'll shoot it inside, I think."

"NO! YOU CAN'T!" I screech, my voice hoarse with fear and disgust. But he just laughs, the sound harsh and cruel, his eyes alight with a perverse satisfaction.

"What, you don't want my hot cum inside you?" he taunts, his fat fingers digging deeper into my hips, his thrusts becoming even more frantic.

"NO! P-PLEASE!" I whimper, my words swallowed by his cruel laughter. The ropes bite into my skin as I strain against them, my attempts to escape as futile as they are desperate.

Suddenly, he pulls out, his glistening cock twitching in the cool air. His hand wraps around his shaft, the veiny length throbbing with impending release.

His ugly face contorts in pleasure as he pumps his cock, his hips bucking into his hand with a guttural grunt. My heart is hammering in my chest like a wild drum.

"Take it, like a good little housewife!"

His cum explodes from the tip of his cock, thick, yellow-white ropes jetting out with a force that makes my stomach churn. Each grotesque splurt lands on my belly, my breasts, streaking down my soft, pale skin like obscene graffiti.

It's revolting. The thick strands of his cum, sticky and putrid, splatter across my skin. The sight is nauseating, the smell of bleach and male exertion filling the room. Each viscous strand oozes down my flesh, the lewd sight of it sliding, pooling on my stomach, onto my breasts, then seeping onto the couch, adding to the humiliation.

The first spurt lands with a wet slap, right across my belly. Then another, this one arching high, before splattering across my left breast, the thick, revolting fluid coating my nipple.

Another, thicker, more forceful spurt paints a zig-zag pattern across my right breast, the gooey strands hanging down, clinging to my skin like an unwelcome, invasive leech.

The next one is a fat glob, landing with a squelch on my stomach, sliding down slowly, leaving a trail of his cum in its wake. Another arcs high, landing with a splat on my chest, near my collarbone, the viscous fluid slowly dripping down, staining my flushed skin.

The sight of his cum, an old man's thick, creamy load splattered all over my youthful body, is degrading in itself.

"Whew! That was a close call," he pants, his voice saturated with satisfaction. "I was about to creampie you!"

His words spark a surge of absolute revulsion. His cum, a thick, vile mess on my skin, is a terrifying reminder of what could've happened.

"Ma'am, you're so sexy," he drawls, his eyes roving over my cum-stained body with lascivious delight, "Because of you… I got way too horny."

"I- I-" I stutter, my voice thin and weak. "I will never forgive you..."

Chapter 3: EntanglementChapter Text

My tears carve hot, angry trails down my cheeks, mingling with the grime of the entryway floor where I sit, hugging my knees tight to my chest. I'm a mess, a tangled knot of fury and despair. Each sob is a hammer blow to my own spirit, a testament to the loathing and rage brewing within me.

The memory of his voice echoes in my skull, a sinister whisper that clings to the shadows of my thoughts. "Remember, this is a secret between us..." Mr. Otonari's greasy fingers caress the camera that chronicled my shame. "I've recorded everything. So please just keep quiet about this."

It's a vile, sickening loop that plays in my head, each replay another punch in the gut. The weight of my situation is crushing. Not once, but twice, he's defiled me. The heaviness of my reality is almost too much to bear.

Blackmail scenarios swarm my mind like a plague of wasps, each sting a jarring burst of fear. Ken's face, the man who embodies everything gentle and kind, twists in my mental torture into a mask of horror and disgust. The man who loves me, finding out not just what happened to me, but that I concealed it — the betrayal cuts deeper than anything Mr. Otonari could inflict.

My body shakes with sobs, my fists clenching and unclenching with impotent anger. "I don't care if this all turns into a huge mess!"

LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO KEEP QUIET ABOUT THIS! My inner voice is a roar, a wild animal caged too long. I WILL call the police.

The only glimmer of solace through tear-blurred eyes is the move. The certainty of leaving, of putting this cursed apartment complex and that monster behind. We're leaving soon... it will be over... THEN I'll tell the police.

The door opens and Ken's familiar, comforting presence fills the space. My heart lurches. "Huh, honey, what are you doing there, are you okay?"

I surge to my feet and into his arms, my hug a desperate plea, a silent cry for rescue. "Ken... listen..."

His arms wrap around me, but they're the prelude to a shattering truth. "Elizabeth, sorry... that transfer business, it's all a mistake."

My heart plummets.

"W-what do you mean?" The words are a whisper, a breath's release from shattering.

Ken's face is a picture of relief. "Well, HR mistook me for a guy in another department... UGH!"

"Sorry, anyhow," he says, his smile broadening. "Sorry for making you all worried about it and thinking we're moving... we're going to settle here, just like we wanted, don't worry."

His reassurance is a dagger, each word twisting the blade. He sees the horror on my face.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asks, concern seeping into his voice.

Now... that changes everything. The thought of staying, of facing Mr. Otonari, the potential fallout, it's a chasm opening beneath me. The prospect of coming clean — of dealing with the consequences right here, in the belly of the beast — it's a nightmare scenario.

The headache begins, a dull throb at the base of my skull. "Ugh... what am I gonna do?" I murmur to myself, my brain scrambling for a solution.

DING DONG.

I stand there, paralyzed, as Ken opens the door revealing Mr. Otonari-san, his grin stretching across his face. He's holding a bottle of sake, an expensive-looking one with a delicate label and a top sealed in wax.

Ken's face lights up with genuine happiness. "Ah, Otonari-san! It's good to see you."

"Konbanwa, Nakamura-san! I brought a little gift." Mr. Otonari bows, presenting the sake to Ken. "Kore wa meibutsu no sake desu. Tottori Prefecture no nihonshu. Very special, very delicious."

Ken accepts it, his eyes wide with appreciation. "Kore wa... hontōni ii saké desu ne! Are you sure about this? This looks expensive!"

I blanch, a sick feeling swirling in my stomach, as Mr. Otonari waves off Ken's concerns with a magnanimous gesture. "Aa, kore wa watashi no wakaremiyage desu. We just became neighbors, and to learn you must leave so soon…"

"Ah, about that," Ken interrupts, setting the bottle on the foyer table with a clink. "I just found out I won't have to transfer anymore!"

The old man's grin widens, dark eyes flickering with something I recognize all too well. "Oh? Is that so?"

Ken, oblivious and ever hospitable, claps the man on the shoulder. "Would you like to join us for a drink? Elizabeth can set out some glasses."

Mr. Otonari nods eagerly, "Of course!"

The fury within me roils, a storm breaking against my ribs. Ken turns to me, his eyes shining with an innocence that makes my heart ache. "You're okay with that, right?"

My voice is a strangled, "Uh, yeah, sure," as I feel the walls close in on me.

As Mr. Otonari steps inside, Ken continues, shaking his head. "My company sure is awful, huh? All this confusion. Terrible communication."

"Pardon me, ma'am," Otonari-san says, now addressing me, his grin taunting, victorious.

I can't stand it. I can't breathe the same air as him. "Excuse me," I mumble, fleeing to the kitchen under the pretense of preparing for their drink.

The dishes in the sink become my victims as I scrub at them, furious, my movements sharp and jerky. From the living room, the laughter of the two men filters in, each chuckle a knife twisting deeper into my wound.

Fuck... I sigh to myself. I've lost my chance to talk to my husband about this... I just have to wait for the guy to leave...

I glance up, and there they are: Ken, naive and happy, Mr. Otonari-san, the embodiment of evil masquerading as a friendly neighbor. How can he sit there, so close to Ken, after what he's done? How can he laugh and smile as if he's the epitome of kindness?

HIS SMILE PISSES ME OFF. My fists clench involuntarily below the counter.

I'm burning with the need for justice, for vengeance. But the thought of what comes next — the police, the neighbors, the possibility of them turning on me, the foreigner — terrifies me. They might not believe me. They might side with him, the respected community member. I hate everything about this!

But I can't let him get away with this! That rapist!

The porcelain in my hand creaks under the pressure. I set it down, take a deep breath, and brace myself for the long evening ahead. I finally take out the sake glasses.

—

As the evening wears on, the once crisp atmosphere of our living room grows hazy with sake fumes and Ken's laughter. My husband's slurred words blend with the clink of glasses, a soundtrack to my mounting discomfort.

"Another round, Elizabeth?" Ken raises his glass, his speech slightly slurred.

I smile mechanically, my hands shaking as I pour the sake with practiced precision, stealing glances at the clock on the wall. It's almost midnight.

I slide the glasses across the table, the liquid sloshing ever so slightly against the delicate porcelain. Ken is engrossed in a rambling tale about his company, the recent mishap over the mistaken transfer. The story loops, familiar beats in an all-too-common narrative after a few drinks.

"…and I told them, 'how do you mess up that badly?' It's all about communication!" Ken gestures wildly, nearly knocking over his glass.

Mr. Otonari nods sagely, though I swear there's a glimmer in his eye that suggests more sobriety than he lets on. "Hai, communication wa important desu ne," he agrees, his voice steady and clear.

Ken chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Exactly! It's like, without it, everything falls apart."

I clear my throat, glancing between the two. "Ken, you're drinking too much. Maybe lay off a bit," I murmur, concern laced in my voice.

But Ken waves me off with a grin. "I'm fine! It's not every day we get to enjoy good sake like this!" He lifts his glass once more, his cheeks flushed.

I feel Mr. Otonari's gaze on me. It's oppressive, a tangible weight. His eyes trail my movements as I collect dirty dishes, his lewd stare lingering on the sway of my hips, the stretch of my blouse across my breasts. Fury simmers within me, my skin crawling under his scrutiny.

Ken's voice rises above the haze, his words tumbling over one another like a landslide. "—just gotta keep pushing forward, right? No use getting hung up on little mistakes."

I nod, my smile brittle. "Right. It's getting late, though. Maybe it's time for the evening to draw to a close?"

Mr. Otonari's wide grin doesn't falter. "Ah, is that so? Well, I do not wish to overstay my welcome."

But then Ken, with a THUNK, slumps forward on the table, his snores filling the room. Panic lances through me as my eyes dart to Mr. Otonari. He's all too aware of Ken's state, his grin sharpening like a blade.

"Hey, ma'am," he says, standing up with that camera in his hand. "Before I go, let's have a quick chat."

I'm livid, each breath a hiss through clenched teeth. We walk into the hallway, standing far too close for comfort.

"Let me be clear," I say, my voice a low growl. "It's useless if you expose that video. I'll make sure you pay for this!"

His grin is wide, grotesque, stretching from ear to ear. His huge body looms over me, a leering mountain of flesh and malice. My fingers curl into fists.

"Oh? So you're saying I should show this to your husband?" His voice is a purring threat.

I'm paralyzed, the nightmare scenario playing out in my mind's eye. Ken, my love, seeing his wife... seeing me in that state. The betrayal, the hurt... God!

"That would be bad, right?" Mr. Otonari's voice drips with sinister glee. "I can't do that, right? Just imagine him..."

His words are like poison, painting a picture so vivid, so horrifying, I can barely stand. Ken's trusting blue eyes, wide with shock and disbelief, the foundation of our life together crumbling like sand.

I'm shaking, fear wrestling with rage. But I have to believe that Ken's presence, even unconscious, will protect me.

"You wouldn't dare," I hiss, my voice trembling.

His grin never falters, his eyes never stray from mine. "But Elizabeth-san, wouldn't you like to keep this all a secret?"

His voice is mockingly sweet.

"Your husband is already so stressed from his job... what do you think would happen if he saw a video of his precious wife being fucked by another guy... if I were him, I wouldn't even bear to think of how horrifying it is!"

My anger boils over. "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" My voice is a blade, sharp and slicing. "Why aren't you ASHAMED of yourself? You disgusting old man!"

He leans in closer, the stench of sake heavy on his breath. "So, let's get to the point," he murmurs mockingly, the camera in his hand like a grotesque prop. "One request. If you agree to it, I'll delete this video completely. Without a trace." His tone drips with feigned sincerity, a serpent's hiss clothed in sheep's wool.

My fists clench at my sides. I glower at him, the disgust and loathing for this man twisting my features.

His eyes gleam with a sickening gleam. "After this, I won't bother you ever again. I had my fun. And all the rude things I've done so far... well, we can forget about it. I'll be done."

The very idea of acquiescing to his demands makes my skin crawl, but the stakes... Ken's anguish, our life...

He continues, voice oozing with false ease. "Also, this request isn't too much of a big deal, you see?"

—

The cramped confines of our bathroom amplify the revulsion that clings to me like a second skin. I'm standing there, fully clothed, the stark brightness of the fluorescent light casting an unforgiving glow over us both.

Mr. Otonari sits naked on the edge of the bath, his flesh pale and flabby, the rolls of fat on his stomach quivering with each breath. The tight space is choking, the walls seem to close in on me, and the air is thick with the scent of his unwashed body.

I'm barely able to make eye contact, my gaze flitting around the tiny bathroom, the peeling paint, the dripping faucet, the cheap shower curtain hanging limply on its rod. I'm aware of every sound: Ken's distant snoring, the hum of the fridge, the faint sound of night-time traffic from the streets below.

My hand, pale and delicate, looks ghostly as it hovers near Mr. Otonari's cock. It's grotesque — the inflated head, the spongy texture, the sickening heat emanating from it. The veins running along the shaft seem to pulsate, as if alive with some vile energy of their own.

I reach out, my fingertips touching the flesh with the lightest of pressure, as if afraid it might burst at a firmer touch. I have to focus on the task at hand — just get this over with, and it's done. My hand wraps around the shaft, my fingers unable to meet around the girth.

The texture is repulsive, like squeezing a damp sponge covered in oil. My stomach churns as I start to move my hand, the skin sliding under my grip. The slight squelching sound it makes ignites a fresh wave of nausea.

"Don't look so disgusted, ma'am," he mocks, his voice a guttural rumble. "You're doing a good job. Just keep going."

A plea claws its way up my throat, but I swallow it down. I can't make a sound; I can't risk Ken waking up, not now. I focus on the cold tiles beneath my feet, the way they feel against my skin, anything to distract me from the appalling task.

—

I can't believe I'm here—kneeling in this cramped, dingy bathroom, the one where the shower curtain clings to your skin and the mirror fogs up with every heated exhale. The sink drones on, water running at full blast, a desperate attempt to mask the hideous reality reflected in the bathroom mirror.

He's there, on the edge of the bath, his bulk threatening the stability of the porcelain. The enormity of his repugnant flesh seems to spill everywhere, his naked thighs squashing like dough against the tub's lip.

And then, there's me, fully clothed, but kneeling in front of him.

Just a handjob. Just a handjob, and then I'm done.

The weight of it—his flaccid, half-hard penis—is revolting in itself. It's an inconceivable mass, heavy and bloated, like a malignant growth. It's mottled with veins; they throb with a sluggish vitality, a pulsing horror.

I can't make eye contact with him, with IT. My jaw clenches, my stomach churns. My hand, manicured and pale against his unwashed girth, looks alien. My arm moves mechanically, a reluctant piston in a flesh-machine.

"Phew. I'm lucky... The wife jerking me off, while the husband is dead drunk," he chuckles, his massive belly jiggling with mirth.

I recoil at his words. My hand feels filthy, contaminated, as if his vile essence is seeping into my skin.

"It's not bad, Elizabeth, not bad... Life is..." he sighs heavily, "good..."

I hear the smug contentment in his voice and want to howl, to tear at his eyes, at the world that has brought me to this point.

"Don't show me that face," he chides.

"You'd better hold up your part of the deal!" I growl.

He feigns contemplation. "Of course, of course," he says, grinning lecherously. "But, the deal is to satisfy me. Using techniques... That handjob might not do it... I might not even get erect."

My wrist pumps faster, trying desperately to finish this ordeal. His precum dribbles hot and slick over my hand. But… he's not fully hard.

I sob, a miserable sound that fills the tiny room. "Just hurry up and cum," I hiss through gritted teeth.

"You're bad at this... So, I can't..." he grunts, eyes half-closed in burgeoning pleasure. "I guess you'll have to use your mouth."

I recoil as if struck. "Why would I do something nasty like that?!" The words are a strangled cry, my eyes squeezing shut, rejecting the idea.

He leans closer, chin slick with his own sweat. "Listen here, okay? Delaying things will waste time. What about when your husband sobers up? How are you going to explain this to him?"

My eyes are level with his erect phallus. It's a monstrous, offensive object, its surface marred with pulsating veins that squirm under the pale, clammy skin like worms.

The smell... It's a thick, heady mix of sweat and something more animalistic. It's an intimate scent that's horrifying in its implications. This... this isn't my husband. This isn't Ken, who always smells of his crisp citrus cologne and the faint linen of our shared bed.

The heat radiating from Mr. Otonari's grotesque erection is something I can feel, a sickening reminder of its carnal purpose. Its size is overwhelming. Even just to take it in my hand, it stretches from the base of my palm to the tips of my fingers. And I'm expected to... to put it in my mouth.

I've given Ken blowjobs before, but only a few times. Times when I was in the mood, when I wanted to. But this...

This is cheating… this is betrayal... My mind races, thoughts colliding into each other like a devastating car crash.

Ken and I, declaring our love for each other, making promises of forever... the dreams of starting a family with him... stepping out of our comfort zones for the sake of love... all of it, being destroyed by this sickening act. I can never look at myself in the mirror and truly say I was faithful, even if I convince myself I'm doing this for him.

"It might even be too late, you know," Mr. Otonari says, his voice a grating rasp in the silence of the bathroom. "He'll be back up any moment."

I look away, my cheeks flushing hotter. I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I turn back to him, my eyes forced to stare at the gross spectacle of his stupid dick.

My lips part, a tremble rippling through them as I lean in. The taste... it's a mixture of saltiness and something far more revolting. A bitter, metallic tang that is so distinctly male that my stomach churns in protest. His girth is too much, stretching my lips uncomfortably wide, the sensation of his flesh in my mouth abhorrent.

"UGH!" I gag, recoiling as the awful taste invades my mouth. I quickly spit out the disgusting flavor, my body shuddering in revulsion.

Mr. Otonari just laughs above me, his fat jiggling.

"Seriously? An American housewife who can't even satisfy a man with a blowjob?" He sneers, and that stinging comment ignites my fury.

Yet, the looming fear of Ken finding out creeps in, and I move in again, forcing my lips onto the repulsive mass.

Suddenly, he stops me, his thumb gently prying my lips apart.

"Let me show you how it's done," he says, his voice overridden with a sick thrill. His hands take hold of the back of my head, winding into my hair, tugging my face closer to his throbbing girth.

A wave of panic surges through me as the tip of him presses against my lips. It's a grotesque intrusion, a battering ram at the gates of my dignity. The taste of him is even more revolting up close, his smell stronger.

His hands tighten in my hair, the pressure bearing down on my scalp as he pushes, guiding himself into my mouth. My lips part, reluctantly yielding to his dick. I gag at the feel of him on the back of my tongue, the maddening sensation of him filling my mouth.

The dreadful taste, the sickening smell, the horrible stretch of my lips around his massive form—it's a sensory overload, a nightmare come to life. I choke around him, my throat constricting in protest, my eyes watering.

"MMM… SUGOI," he groans, his voice full of perverse pleasure. His hands continue their relentless pressure, his hips grinding forward.

I feel my body constrict, the reality of what's happening slamming into me like a freight train. I'm being face-fucked—a crude and demeaning act that's the antithesis of everything I am.

His girth stretches my mouth wide, the back of my throat straining against the intrusion, the slick, spongy head of his cock battering against the sensitive flesh.

His grip on my hair tightens, yanking my head back and forth with each thrust. The rhythm is brutal, unrelenting—the wet slap of his groin against my face, the grating, guttural sounds he makes, and the disgusting squelch of his dick sliding into my mouth.

"Hooh… oh! that hits the spot!" he groans, his voice a harsh, grating sound that makes my stomach churn.

His wiry pubic hair grates uncomfortably against my face, the scent of him—musky and sharp—assailing my senses. It's a horrible, vile sensation, one I'll never forget, no matter how hard I might try.

"You have such a fine mouth-pussy."

"UUuhhkkk- glurkk-" I reply.

I feel the hot tears in my eyes, a desperate plea for release. But I… I have to let him finish. Then this is all over.

My throat constricts around him, the muscles spasming as they try to reject the intrusion. It's a futile attempt. I can't stop this. I can't stop him.

My eyes fly open, locking onto his face. Otonari-san's bald head gleams under the harsh bathroom light, his pitted skin looking almost reptilian in its texture. His eyes are half-closed, his mouth twisted in a lascivious grin.

He's enjoying this. He's enjoying my agony, my humiliation, my fear. It's a perverse pleasure, a monstrous delight that turns my stomach.

"Having fun, Elizabeth?"

He starts to thrust harder, faster. I feel my throat stretch around him, the sensation both frightening and sickening. His girth expands, filling my mouth, stretching my lips until they're numb with the strain.

He's getting bigger, harder. His size is overwhelming.

His grunts grow louder, more consistent. "I can feel it! I'm... I'm..." he gasps, his voice hitching in pleasure.

I slam my hands against his thighs, begging him to stop. But he's too far gone, lost in his own pleasure. His grip on my hair tightens, his thrusts growing harsher, more brutal.

My eyes widen as his penis throbs menacingly. The ripple of anticipation surges through his flesh, each twitch signaling the impending doom. I'm frantic, my hands smashing on his thighs, my muffling pleas drowned by his frenzied grunts.

His climax is a horrifying spectacle, an excruciating display of male prerogative. His veiny mass twitches violently, and suddenly, with a low, feral growl, his orgasm hits.

Each muscular spasm is a precursor to the inevitable, each twitch a harbinger of the vile payload to come. The first surge is shockingly forceful…

BLURRRRT. A heavy, hot rope of cum shoots down my throat with a sickening intensity. The thick, gooey fluid doesn't even touch my tongue before it's already sliding down into my belly.

Despite the preparation, despite the dread, nothing could have readied me for the reality of it. It's a robust, putrid ejaculation, carrying the weight of its virility in every burdensome pulse.

His semen is thick, almost solid, the texture of custard left out in the sun. It's foul, a taste akin to spoiled milk and something far more primal. Each additional spurt brings more of the rancid fluid, his cock unloading in heavy, lazy spurts.

My throat convulses, struggling to swallow, to force the disgusting mess down into my belly. BLURRRRRRRT. Another twitch, another fat, heavy spurt of cum forced down my throat, filling my belly and staining my soul.

His semen floods my tummy, drowning my carefully prepared breakfast of tamago gohan. I imagine strands of his cum coiling around the grains of rice, sinking into the delicate folds of the omelette, the two meals mixing into a hideous concoction. His foul seed is ruining my meal, my body, my life.

His voice is a distant hum, lost beneath the pounding of my heart and the rushing of blood in my ears. He's still thrusting, his cock jerking uncontrollably in my mouth. His grip on my head is painful, his fingers digging into my scalp as he empties himself into me.

The room is spinning, my vision blurring with unshed tears. I can't breathe, can't think. I'm just a vessel for this man's disgusting pleasure, a receptacle for his cum.

His final spurt is a pathetic dribble, a sticky rivulet that leaks from the tip of his cock, smearing across my tongue. The taste is repugnant—salt and bitterness and bleach. It's a taste I'll never forget, a taste that will forever be associated with this night, this man, this act.

He pulls out slowly, leaving a trail of slimy cum smeared across my lips, my chin. My mouth feels empty, my tongue coated in his residue. The sight of his flaccid cock is almost as revolting as the taste of his semen.

I'm left there, on the bathroom floor, my body wracked with tremors. My throat is raw and aching, my stomach churning with the foreign intruder. His jizz clings to the back of my throat, a disgusting reminder of the trespass he's committed.

"Wow, Mrs. Nakamura," Otonari-san chuckles as he stands before the toilet. He wipes himself with a piece of toilet paper, leisurely cleaning off the leavings of our sordid act. "You sure know how to make a man feel good."

Shame burns my cheeks, my dignity unraveling with the casual malice in his voice. The toilet bowl swims in my blurry vision, stuffed with thick clumps of yellowish, off-white cum. Most of his seed is already in my stomach, a vile weight pooled inside like a malevolent creature, expanding, claiming me.

"That was a lot, wasn't it?" he gloats, grinning down at me as he offers a crumpled wad of toilet paper. With trembling hands, I grab my own clean piece and start wiping at the mess smeared across my chin, trying to rid myself of every molecule of him. The paper comes away sullied, marked by the revolting stickiness of his essence, and I discard it, horrified.

The enormity of my actions crashes over me like a tidal wave. I've betrayed everything — my love, my vows, my self-respect — for the grotesque demands of a monster. I try to spit, but I can't empty myself of him that easily, his cum clinging to the inside of my throat/

"Cleaning the bathroom after this must be tough," Otonari shrewdly observes. "Knowing you have a gut-full of my spunk must make it quite a challenge."

My hands clench around the rim of the toilet bowl, my body quivering with suppressed rage and disgust. "SHUT UP!" I hiss venomously. "You're going to delete that damn video, right? THIS IS OVER!"

I'm coughing and sputtering, trying to rid my body of his repulsive cum. Each heave is a splash into the bowl of thick, gooey mess, my body fighting to expel the intruder. But much of it remains, a disgusting presence in my stomach, a weight coiling and knotting.

Suddenly, Otonari-san leans down, so close I can feel his moist breath on my neck. "Oh, it felt GREAT. I shot a lot... But I'm afraid it doesn't count. Our deal was… you had to satisfy me with your own technique. And I was doing all the work."

WHAT?!

Chapter 4: ResistanceChapter Text

My head snaps up to his, eyes wide with disbelief. "What? STOP FUCKING AROUND!" I try to say as quietly as I can, losing all composure. "Don't you dare do this to me, you bastard!"

A knock at the door interrupts the fray of emotions. "Huh? What are you saying in there? Are you talking to yourself."

It's Ken. He sounds drunk and confused, the doorknob rattling as he tries to enter.

Panic engulfs me, a suffocating, desperate fear. "Uh... I'm cleaning the bathroom!" My voice pitches high, the lame excuse sounding even worse out loud. "Wait a little longer. Go and keep napping!" I try to sound like the cheerful, supportive wife I am. Or was.

Otonari-san grins, delighting in my terror. Ken leans heavier against the door. "Ugh... that's weird... cleaning... This late?"

I'm scrambling for purchase, my limbs flailing for control as Otonari-san pulls down my skirt around my knees, exposing my ass. "HEY! What are you doing?" I hiss.

But the moment is sealed when I feel the hot, spit-slick head of his cock press against me from behind. A silent, choked scream twists in my lungs as he shoves his way inside. I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, each of Ken's words punctuating the sickening thrusts.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?"

I brace myself against the door, fighting back the tears. "S-sorry for this," I mumble through the cage of my fingers. Otonari-san grins from behind, pumping leisurely, taking advantage of me with my loving husband mere inches away.

Every thrust is a desperate equation of silence and self-loathing, each slick slide of that man's vile cock inside me a battle against slipping into guttural cries. The door under my clammy palms feels unnervingly thin, too frail to keep the truth from Ken.

"S-stop," I plead, the words muffled into a whimper under the stifling grip of my own hand. It's a pathetic, weak resistance.

Otonari-san's laugh is low and sinister, a hushed chuckle that rumbles from his belly. "That went easily, ne?" His words slither into my ear, seeping into my consciousness like a toxic cloud. His hand comes up with a telltale tenseness in his wrist and, SPANK! The loud smack echoes as a sharp, hot sting radiates across my ass.

Ken's voice is a confused mumble through the door. "What was that? You okay, Elizabeth?" The concern breaks through my daze, the guilt piercing stronger than the physical bite of the slap.

My brain scrambles as Otonari-san's grip tightens around my waist. "Sorry, sorry... I just tripped! Slipped... on the, the bath mat," I stammer, cringing at the implausibility of it all. "Everything's fine, babe. Just cleaning up a little accident."

The slap-and-squelch symphony of our union continues, the wet noise maddening in its volume. It reminds me of a damning pulse—I need to stifle it, somehow. I reach and turn on the sink.

The door rattles, a dull creak against Ken's weight. "Are you sure you're okay, babe?" His voice is closer now. He's right there. He's so close. He's RIGHT THERE.

My heart hammers in my chest, threatening to burst. "Y-yes! All good!" I force cheer into the voice, praying he's too drunk to notice, praying he'll go away. "Why don't you lie down? You should rest before work tomorrow. I'll... I'll take care of this mess."

"Okay..." There's a pause, then a soft thud as Ken's footsteps shuffle away.

Relief is fleeting as another series of thrusts send me rocking forward, my tits, my massively frustrating, floppy breasts, swing and smack the door with heavy, rhythmic thuds.

Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap.

"Huh?" Ken's voice again, his footsteps returning. "What's that noise?"

Damn my ridiculous tits! The thought is a white-hot bolt of self-loathing that sears through me.

"Just... cleaning!" My voice sounds frantic, even to my own ears. "I'm moving things around!"

Otonari-san leans in close, his heavy breath washing over my ear. "Did you get horny from sucking my dick earlier, you slut? Your pussy tells me you did." He emphasizes his point with yet another punishing shove.

My throat tightens around a moan, my insides screaming with unwanted pleasure. "No, oh God, no..."

Ken's shadow sways behind the blurred frosted door, just feet away.

"Go to bed," I breathe, I beg, bunching my hoodie in my fists. "I'll be done soon!"

The door gives another warning creak, Ken's shadow wavering. "I'm all dizzy... You sure—"

I can't answer. Otonari-san's pace increases, the depth of his penetrating lunges crescendoing with my hushed, strangled whimpers. He's owning me, claiming me, turning me inside out, and I'm voiceless, powerless to the motion and sound of my own protests.

His breath is hot and reeking of sake; it washes over me as he pants filth into my ear, affirmations of how 'good' I feel. My insides tighten and flutter around him, a response I can't control, a terrible betrayal that feeds his vile pleasure.

There's a zip, and my hoodie falls open, exposing my bare chest. The freedom sends my breasts into a sickening, wild dance, flopping from side to side with each impact. Frantic, my hands fly to my chest, trying to contain the lewd display—my thick nipples are a hairsbreadth away from printing themselves against the semi-translucent door.

"Uhn... Hnn..."

They aren't quite whimpers, not quite moans, just these choked, desperate noises that breach from my lips. I bite down on them, try to strangle them into submission, but they slip free, sinful whispers that feel like nails in the coffin of my marriage.

"You know what you're doing, right? Do you even understand?" I hiss through a clenched jaw, my cheek pressed hard against the door's cool surface.

His swollen belly presses against my back, he's leering over my bare shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. "Of course I do," he replies in a voice of triumph and lust. "Doesn't it feel just GREAT, having your pussy wrapped around me while your husband is on the other side of the door? So close?"

There's a sadistic thrill threading through his words, a man drunk on his own dominance.

"Don't be too rough," I squeak, but it's lost—his grip tightens and he pulls me further onto him, his cock impaling me on his grotesque excitement.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

He's relentless, his pace unyielding. I'm skewered against the door, my body undulating with a mechanical, obscene rhythm. My insides ache, squeezing him tighter with each perverse drive. The fat head of his cock probes deep, claiming territory that makes my stomach pitch with guilt and violation.

My husband's voice drifts through the thin wall, a muffled sound in the night that speaks of normalcy and love. "Babe, how long will this 'cleaning' take?" I can almost hear the innocent crinkle of his eyes.

A shift in angle, a tilt of Otonari-san's hips—that's all it takes for him to fuck me into silent gasps, into the creeping edge of a climax that threatens to shatter my will to stay quiet.

"MMMnnhhh... MmnNo... OH..."

A hit of water comes from the faucet outside the door, the reassuring domestic mundanity only accentuates the perversity of the present. I can feel Ken out there, moving around, getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth.

"P- please... you have to stop!" My voice is a whimper, hollow. It's nothing but noise to him, to Otonari-san whose leers and grins only widen with each refrain.

This man—he hoists me effortlessly, tilting up my hips as though they are nothing, as though I weigh no more than a doll. My legs are thrown over his shoulders, my world inverting as my spine presses against the door. I'm flipped and repurposed, his arms like iron bands holding me suspended, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. My breasts bounce, ungainly, perfect soft targets for his thick, greedy hands.

"Sorry, ma'am," Otonari-san mocks, the condescension oozing in his every syllable, "But your pussy is telling me something else."

His breath is hot against my neck; I can feel his damn smug smile as he plummets back into me.

"Look at how you take my cock. Just like a good little cheater, huh?"

"I'm not—ah—cheating!" I protest, but he shuts me up with a kiss—sloppy, forceful. His tongue plunges into my mouth, uninvited and insistent. His hand wrenches at my ponytail, pulling my head back to better devour my defeated whimpers. I'm reeling, caught in the web of sensations, of the flickers of... Oh no, no. This pleasure—it's a lie crafted by the devil himself.

"I bet you're just wet at the thought of your husband finding out, huh?"

I hang there, suspended, my E-cups bouncing with each thrust, my body jiggling obscenely. I should scream, I should fight, but the only sounds that escape me are those pitiful moans, those desperate gasps that betray a pleasure I loathe myself for feeling.

"I did- uh—didn't say th-aaat!" The breathless confession is extinguished beneath the suck and pull of his unforgiving mouth. His cock hammers into me. His breath is rank, the suffocating cloud of sake and his own conceited musk mixing with the steam of the bathroom.

Amidst the horror, I feel it—the inevitable building of something I can't control. No, not this, not with him. Each thrust hits a place deep inside me, a coil winding tighter, my inner walls clenching around him despite myself.

"Ah, feeling it now?" His mockery is a blade twisted in my heart. "You're as responsive as a little slut—so tight and eager for my dick. You love it, don't you? You love being fucked like this."

I feel tears mingle with my sweat, a salty track of self-loathing. "No, I hate it!" I want to scream, but it comes out as a pitiful whimper into his devouring mouth.

And then, there's Ken's voice, muffled through the door. "Elizabeth, are you listening…?"

The real world snaps back into focus. I'm not here, lost in the throbbing heat of my body; I'm here, being used against a bathroom door. The loud slaps of Otonari-san's body against mine are a pummeling rhythm.

"Babe? What's that thumping? You sure you don't need help?"

The guilt washes over me in a suffocating tide. Ken. My Ken. He's just there, worried, tending to a nightly routine that has turned into a farce.

"N-No, I'm fine!" My voice breaks on the lie. "Just some… stuff fell over!" I gasp out, my voice quaking with the strain of maintaining the facade while Otonari-san pounds away at my body. "I'm handling it!"

Ken chuckles, his words slurring. "Okay… you're so strong, babe. I'll be in bed, then."

Otonari-san chuckles into my ear, each thrust punctuated by his grotesque amusement. "Strong, huh? You're not strong, you're my little fucktoy."

Sounds flood the space: the harsh slap of his body against mine, his lewd grunts, my stifled sobs, and the bubbles rising from the sink outside. Ken's voice, a sad monologue, trails off, lost amongst the muffled cacophony of his wife's defilement.

Ken's voice rings out again, sobering this time. "Elizabeth, those noises are getting louder... Elizabeth?"

Otonari-san's hands squeeze tighter. "Ignore him. Let's finish this, ne?"

He hoists me up again, my back slapping against the door. The noises resume—the pounding of flesh on flesh, his vulgar grunts, and the helpless sounds that escape me despite my best efforts to stay quiet. It's all so loud in the enclosed space.

I can only hope my husband is too drunk to get too suspicious.

I'm gasping for air, trapped in the stifling confines of the bathroom, my body suspended in Otonari-san's cruel grip. The heat of his flesh, the sour stench of his body, it's all-encompassing, a vise that tightens with every lewd plunge of his cock into my depths.

The taste of shame sits heavy on my tongue, and slick heat that floods my insides. I'm battered from below, his massive girth spearing me without mercy. His mocking chuckles ricochet off the bathroom tiles, a sadistic soundtrack to my total disgrace.

"Uh, Elizabeth?" Ken's slurred voice punctures the obscene reverie. "When did Otonari-san go home?"

My mind seizes, my breath catches. "W- well," I gasp out, my voice strained and quivering, "H- he went home as soon as you f- fell- ungh- asleep." Each word is a jolt, a shudder, as Otonari-san drives up into me with renewed vigor.

"I see~" Ken sighs, a note of guilt threading through the drunken haze. "That was... rude of me... Guess I'll apologize next time."

You don't need to apologize to him, Ken... THIS GUY should be the one apologizing to us!

A fresh wave of loathing crashes over me, but it's swept away as Otonari-san hoists me even higher, my limbs locked in a full nelson that leaves me dangling, helpless.

The stretch is agonizing, my muscles screaming in protest as my legs splay obscenely in the air, my knees pressed into the hollows of my chest. I'm wide open, exposed to the cruel thrust of Otonari-san's cock as it spears into me from below. Each slap of his hips against my ass is a devastating blow, my breasts somersaulting with each violent jerk.

"Ugh... E-Elizabeth, are you still there?" Ken's voice drifts through the door again, a ghostly reminder of the life I'm betraying with every plunge of Otonari-san's cock.

"Y-yes, Ken!" My reply is a strangled cry, the sounds of slick flesh and lewd penetration echoing in my ears. "Just... I'm s- still cleaning up! MMngh!"

Otonari-san's grip on my neck is iron, his chuckles a barb upon my soul. "Not so loud, Elizabeth. Or do you want him to hear how you're being fucked?"

The thought is unbearable. The sound of my voice, adulterated by the thrusts slamming into me, must be convincing enough. Ken mumbles something unintelligible and moves away, his presence retreating like the last vestige of my dignity.

Otonari-san is relentless, his cock a battering ram that sets a ruthless pace. My body is his plaything, a vulgar puppet jerking on the strings of his lust. The cold, hard tiles of the bathroom press against my bare back and shoulders with every thrust upward.

He's sitting on the toilet, an emperor on his grotesque throne, using my body at his whim. My ass smacks against his thighs, the noise lewd and loud in the small space. I can feel his swollen head parting me with each thrust, my insides squeezing around him in a treacherous dance of friction and heat.

My legs flail above me, my toes curling in the air. They're seeking purchase, something to ground me, but there's nothing—just the cold, mocking stare of Otonari-san as he splits me open from below, my own wet pussy betraying me with each sloppy, squelching thrust.

His hands are firm behind my head, and he's grinning, the bastard, as he watches my bouncing tits in the mirror. My nipples are painfully taut, each slap echoing around us. My skin is flushed with the exertion and the shame, the heat of the moment rising in a flush that spreads from my chest to my face.

"Look at you, dangling like a slab of meat," he taunts, his voice a low growl. "Your big, floppy tits bouncing up and down... it's quite the show."

My cheeks burn hotter and a shameful wail is building in my chest, but it's getting harder and harder to contain. It's not pleasure—it's primal, it's raw, it's the basest form of violation.

My husband is right over there...*

The wet slap of our bodies meeting intertwines with Otonari-san's filthy chuckles.

H-he's bigger than Ken... so much bigger than my husband…*

A bubbling hatred fuels a tumultuous warmth gathering at my core. I feel stretched, used, a thing rather than a person in this damning ordeal.

He's ruining me...*

Ken, sweet Ken, on the other side of the door—his presence is a ragged whisper in my heart, a reminder of the life I must protect, of the love I fear I've now broken beyond repair.

"W-wait," I nearly sob.

"You like my big dick destroying your little housewife cunt? You like betraying your husband on top of this old man's cock?" Otonari-san's voice is a vile hiss in my ears, the insult forcing my body to quiver around his protruding, massive shaft. This gargantuan meat scepter is using the womb where I dreamed Ken's children would grow.

I won't forgive him...* I seethe internally, but my body betrays me, answering to the primal push and pull that Otonari-san commands so crudely. *He's—using—where—only—Ken—is allowed—*

And my thoughts, damning as they are, are lost beneath Otonari-san's leering mockery. "You're submitting so nicely…" he growls in my ear, his mouth dribbling saliva down my back.

The buildup hits me suddenly, a spiral that clamps onto my spine and wrenches with a fervor I've never known. It's an all-consuming blaze—every nerve ending screams, each inflamed by the relentless assault from Otonari-san's nasty, prodigious dick.

Every thrust turns the key in a lock that should never be opened, every slap against my asscheeks a peal of a bell signifying my fall.

He hoists me higher in the full nelson, suspending me helplessly. My massive tits swing uncontrollably, their humiliating dance mirrored in the grotesqueness of Otonari-san's own jiggles. It's all on painful display.

"K-Ken has never—NGH—done this to meeeee!" The cry is wrenched from my throat, but layers of stifling, desecrated rapture blanket the sound.

I'm dizzy, panting, the brink rushing at me with the force of a tsunami. Myself, the woman I know, frays. The orgasm looms, a beast baring its fangs.

"MHMMHH! I-I'm—no, NO!" Desperation edges my cries as my body tightens around his vile cock—at once the spear and key to my undoing.

It's so—you can't be—Otonari-san, STOP! But the words are just whimpers, throaty and shattered. Even in my mind, they barely form, crumble under the seismic waves of forced ecstasy.

The pinnacle breaches. Words die. Thoughts scatter. Screams ascend, coalescing into one long, animalistic wail.

"MooooAAAIYYYEEEEEEE!" This man I detest, who fills me with his nauseating cock, finally breaks me.

A blinding, white-hot convulsion wracks my body. I'm squirting, a sordid surrender, the pearly liquid streaking grotesquely across the floor.

"You're cumming like a bitch," Otonari-san snickers. "Let it all out."

The tremors continue, the juddering force of them turning the world into a blur. I don't see, don't hear—there's only the throbbing intensity, the surges of my body that ripple outwards in shaking, damning aftershocks.

Otonari-san's grotesque cock, looming large, is the hammer; my unwilling climax, the nail: sealing the coffin of what remained of my honor.

Each gasp, each fluid jet, is a testament to the power he wields—a devastating portrait of a housewife undone.

I hang there, broken, the aftermath a devastation not just physical, but soul-scathing. He's panting, the sound of his satisfaction a cruel harmony with my own ragged breaths.

My compliance is stripped along with my dignity, ground into the bathroom floor where I lie, broken. Otonari-san's endless bulk crushes the air from my lungs, his grotesque form a suffocating mass atop me.

His cock, an invading monstrosity, reams into my tender depths with uncaring brutality. Each slam is a force that grates against my cervix, leaving me gasping, each squelching thrust an utter debasement of my being. His hideous weight pins me, the shock of each of his repulsive lunges pummeling my overwrought flesh.

Lying here, drenched in my own release, a humiliating sheen coats my skin and the floor beneath me. His thick, grimy body looms, a pendulum of repugnance, lurching relentlessly in and out of me. The sound of my desperate moans, my vulgar, sopping squirts, is a cacophony of defilement filling the cramped room.

"Ken—" my thought starts, but ends in an anguished howl, "—N-not inside me, please, I can't—"

The searing, damning pulse of another's semen boiling up inside me is a horror beyond words. The sight of his cum, a loathsome mess leaking from where we're joined, curdles both blood and soul.

"Look," Otonari-san says, laughter in his grotesque panting, "I already creampied you. You'll be squirting semen bubbles."

"HUH?" My mind seizes horrifyingly. Dread clenches like a fist in my chest.

He leans down, pausing only to tweak my nipple, lewd and playful. My breast jostle, sending pert ripples down the underbelly of their heft.

The sadistic, jovial bout of his laughter rings like a death knell, delivering my psyche into abyssal madness.

"Ma'am, your cunt's been twitching so nicely," Otonari-san drones on, lips slick with his own drool, each vile word like a worm burrowing into my core.

"No—no way…"

"It seems your pussy really loves my dick..." His words crawl over me, leaving a trail of smut en route.

My mind and body teeter, sensibility fraying at the precipice. Through gasps and involuntary bodily heaves, I taste the bitter salt of my own tears, my spirit shedding its wings.

His breath heaves, his body hags, each exertion a gluttonous display of his vile lust for my body. The sheer volume of his actions hits me in a devastating barrage: SLAM, SLAM, the liquid nastiness stinging as he desecrates me. My cavity drowns, overflows with his spoiling seed.

"Ugh— Please," the plea is sharp, erratic, "You can't—"

His response is a mocking mimicry, and his thrusts deepen, pinning me, my world narrowing to the singular focal point of my despair. "But ma'am, I've taken quite a liking to your pussy... Never had it this good," he boasts, his sagging jowls quivering.

"A real perfect match," he leers, his fetid breath washing over me. "Come, become my sex friend, okay?"

"N-n-no, I won't—of course not—UGH!" I deny, voice marred and garbled as he slams into me harder, a mocking squelch brimming beneath us.

The invasion never ceases, a constant bludgeoning into my abused cervix. I'm a mewling animal caught beneath him, his cockhead driving ruthless blows deep within, each slam up felt with a sickening clarity.

I lie in filth, a matted, sticky mosaic celebrating my degradation. Each spurt up into my womb is a mortification made flesh, a violation that winds snake-like through my entrails.

"Awww..." He grins, a hideous gargoyle of lust gloating at his handiwork. "Feels good if I do this, right?"

"No," I whimper, my voice a breadcrumb trail leading nowhere. "Don't—"

My compliance is stripped along with my dignity, ground into the bathroom floor where I lie, broken. Otonari-san's endless bulk crushes the air from my lungs, his grotesque form a suffocating mass atop me.

His cock, an invading monstrosity, reams into my tender depths with uncaring brutality. Each slam is a force that grates against my cervix, leaving me gasping, each squelching thrust an utter debasement of my being. His hideous weight pins me, the shock of each of his repulsive lunges pummeling my overwrought flesh.

Lying here, drenched in my own release, a humiliating sheen coats my skin and the floor beneath me. His thick, grimy body looms, a pendulum of repugnance, lurching relentlessly in and out of me. The sound of my desperate moans, my vulgar, sopping squirts, is a cacophony of defilement filling the cramped room.

"Ken—" my thought starts, but ends in an anguished howl, "—N-not inside me, please, I can't—"

The searing, damning pulse of another's semen boiling up inside me is a horror beyond words. The sight of his cum, a loathsome mess leaking from where we're joined, curdles both blood and soul.

"Look," Otonari-san says, laughter in his grotesque panting, "I already creampied you. You're already squirting semen bubbles down there."

"HUH?" My mind seizes horrifyingly. Dread clenches like a fist in my chest.

He leans down, pausing only to tweak my nipple, lewd and playful. My breast jostle, sending pert ripples down the underbelly of their heft.

The sadistic, jovial bout of his laughter rings like a death knell, delivering my psyche into abyssal madness.

"Ma'am, your cunt's been twitching so nicely," Otonari-san drones on, lips slick with his own drool, each vile word like a worm burrowing into my core.

"No—no way," I try to argue, a futile protest against the unholy pleasurings below.

"It seems your pussy really loves my dick..." His words crawl over me, leaving a trail of smut en route.

My mind and body teeter, sensibility fraying at the precipice. Through gasps and involuntary bodily heaves, I taste the bitter salt of my own tears, my spirit shedding its wings.

His breath heaves, his body hags, each exertion a gluttonous display of his vile lust for my body. The sheer volume of his actions hits me in a devastating barrage: SLAM, SLAM, the liquid nastiness stinging as he desecrates me. My cavity drowns, overflows with his spoiling seed.

"Ugh— Please," the plea is sharp, erratic, "You can't—"

"But ma'am, I've taken quite a liking to your pussy... Never had it this good," he boasts, his sagging jowls quivering.

"A real perfect match," he leers, his fetid breath washing over me. "Come, become my sex friend, okay?"

"N-n-no, I won't—of course not—UGH!" I deny, voice marred and garbled as he slams into me harder, a mocking squelch brimming beneath us.

The invasion never ceases, a constant bludgeoning into my abused cervix. I'm a mewling animal caught beneath him, his cockhead driving ruthless blows deep within, each slam up felt with a sickening clarity.

"Awww..." He grins, a hideous gargoyle of lust gloating at his handiwork. "Feels good if I do this, right?"

"No," I whimper, my voice a breadcrumb trail leading nowhere. "Don't—"

SMACK. He slaps my ass, the sting lost amid the engulfing dread. "Too late, beautiful," he breathes between labored thrusts. "Your husband won't know a thing. Don't worry."

My arms lie useless, tension draining from them with each undulation. My breasts flop with each of his heavy, pounding invasions.

"OHH!"

His body heaves and shakes as he perches over me, a loathsome shadow casting darkness on my very soul. His fat, hairy legs are the bars of my prison, his gut a fleshy boulder that pins me, slathered in my own humiliating slickness. The walls of the bathroom seem to close in, turning the space into a tomb where my dignity gasps its last breaths.

"Don't, you can't—you CAN'T—" The strangled plea is futile, a battle already surrendered by my traitorous thighs splayed wide, my hands now limply pressed against his expansive, swaying gut. "I- m- might get-"

The squelching sound of his cock pistoning up into me is the score of my desecration, the thick, churning noise that heralds the storm about to break. He grunts, a guttural, animalistic sound, heavy with lust and the promise of further defilement.

"Ugh... HAA... HAAA...!" His grunts are a symphony of the grotesque, each one a mocking slap against my heart. "OOH! OOH! I'm there, ma'am... I can't hold back!"

In the back of my mind, the words register, but it's too late. He's grunting, his whole frame convulsing, and then it happens—the first vile jet of his semen.

"Ugh… Yes… Going to…going to make a mess inside you…"

With a sickening lurch, he thrusts forward, going balls-deep inside my quivering body. I feel his entire length, every veiny inch of him, buried to the hilt, his pubic hair pricking against my tender, violated flesh. His balls twitch against my backside, a promise of the filthy deluge that's about to be unleashed.

And then, it happens.

With a guttural roar, Otonari-san arches back, his cock pulsing grotesquely inside me. And then, a blast. It's hot and thick, a copious jet of vile fertility that paints my insides with its putrid warmth.

I feel it, a hot, slimy surge that's thick and putrid—like curdled milk. It gushes into me with an obscene squelch, a gurgling rush of liquid filth that splatters against my cervix.

"Ahh…UGHH!" Every grunt of his, every guttural groan, is punctuated by another blast. It feels like a sticky, molten tide surging into me, a foamy, noxious river that my body is made to hold. I feel the contours of his cock, twitching and throbbing, delivering rope after rope of his cum into me.

"Oh, G- god!" I choke out. My insides spasm, evoking a molasses-like ooze to swell within me, coating my walls with its sickening warmth.

It becomes a denser, chunkier surge with subsequent ropes. I can actually hear it, a wet, sloppy squelch as it pumps out of him. It paints my insides, a revolting mixture of viscosity and warmth that churns my stomach.

"More...there's more…" He grunts, his voice strained with exertion. His cock fills me again, another foul jet of his seed sluicing into my depths. It's like my insides are being used as a semen reservoir, my womanhood taking the brunt of his disgusting pleasure.

Phew! The sigh leaves his lips, a sound of satisfaction that makes my skin crawl. He rests on top of me, his heaving bulk pressing me into the cold bathroom floor. His cock is still lodged inside me, now a leaking faucet dripping his cum into me in a slow, torturous drip-drip-drip.

He pulls out, finally. His cock exits me with a slick, obscene noise, a squelch that echoes around the small bathroom. It's followed by an even more disgusting sound.

Ploosh. His sperm, thick, yellowed and foul, starts to leak out. It oozes from me in a slow, lazy dribble, a syrupy river of off-white, chunky male seed that coats my thighs and puddles onto the cold tile beneath me.

"Look at you," Otonari-san chuckles, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Brimming full, aren't you?"

I can only whimper, my body shaking as his cum continues to dribble from me. The smell hits me even harder - a pungent mix of sweat, sex, and the foul musk of an old man's seed.

"I...I…" I try to push out the words, but they stick to my throat.

"Shh," He soothes, a mocking pat landing on my flushed, pulsating ass. His fingertips, caked with my shameful slickness, trace a lazy pattern on my heated skin. "Let's rest a bit, shall we? Your cunt's all sloppy from my seed…"

Reality reels back, still spinning, and I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, sullied in every sense of the word. Otonari-san, that abominable bulk of a man, stands above me, his vile chuckle hemorrhaging from his throat.

My body lies in a growing puddle, my insides seeping out in steady, gloopy drippings. It's a ghastly mix, thick and crudely textured, like expired mayonnaise with a murky tint. Every weak contraction of my violated cunt squirts out another repugnant spurt of his off-white sludge, mingled with my own fluids in a nauseating cocktail of defilement.

The floor is sticky, a viscous sheen spreading around me. The sight alone, his disgusting mess oozing from my core, is enough to stir the sobbing fit that wracks my broken form. I hate him. I despise this man with a vehemence that's burning in my belly, hotter than the shameful warmth left behind by his grotesque sperm.

"But still... our neighbor... Otonari-san," comes Ken's drunken voice faintly through the door. "I'm glad that he's a nice person. I guess we won't have any trouble in the neighborhood, right Elizabeth?"

My breath catches in a half-sob, half-laugh at the bitter irony. I- I hate him," escapes from me in a breathless murmur filled with scorn and a visceral disgust that's clawing at my throat.

In my periphery, Otonari-san's smirk widens—a gloating sign he's relished my ruin. His shadow stretches over the filthy lament that the bathroom floor has become, with me its centerpiece in resigned collapse.

Ken's voice carries a tinge of hurt surprise. "That's quite an usual thing for you to say!"

I am despondent, my body splayed on the cold, hard floor, lying in a growing pool of Otonari-san's sperm. It's a thick, viscous mess, oozing from my violated depths, the consistency akin to spoiled porridge. Its color is sickly, a pallid off-white marred with hints of yellow, a testament to its grotesque origin.

The odor is nauseating, an unholy mix of the man's musk and the sharp tang of something inexplicably sour. Each splurt that continues to escape me adds to the repulsive lake beneath my hips.

"I- I- hate him," I barely whisper, again.

His hands, clammy and demanding, lift my limp body from the floor. My limbs hang uselessly, a doll broken by rough play. I can feel his erection, vile and persistent, pressing against my sperm-bubbling pussy lips.

With a lewd, overused squelch, he plunges into me again. My insides clench at the intrusion, slick and unwelcoming. My breasts swing in an undignified arc with each of his thrusts, my nipples painfully hard in the cool air.

From behind, Otonari-san's grunts punctuate the stillness, "Fnh! Hmf! Ha ha ahh—nice! This is really nice..."

I am nothing more than a receptacle, a thing for him to sate his vile urges.

The hopelessness sinks in, a crushing weight on my already burdened chest. How many more times will he do this? How much more can I endure before I shatter completely?

Ken's words, unknowingly cruel, float to me, "But that won't do, Elizabeth. Otonari-san is such a kind person. A nice neighbor."

I can't respond, my mind a churning sea of dread and defeat. Otonari-san's mocking whisper grazes my ear, "You heard what your husband said... Let's all be friendly neighbors, right?"

And then, with a vile intensity, Otonari-san's cock twitches inside me. A fresh torrent of cum floods my already defiled passage. "Whoops, I came inside again..." he chuckles, his voice oozing with contempt.

"Ough..." escapes my lips, a visceral sound, an exhausted moan.

Chapter 5: The Spider's ParlorChapter Text

The stale air of Otonari-san's apartment clings to my skin as I stand there, blushing a furious, incandescent red.

My reflection in the slight glass pane is a picture of indignity: a full-grown, voluptuous woman stuffed into a schoolgirl's uniform—pleated skirt grazing the tops of thick thighs veiled in blue knee-high stockings, the white blouse hugging my curves, pulled tight over my generous chest.

And my hair, a mass of red waves, is braided like a girl's—yanked back and tied in a style that has no place on a woman my age, much less in this sleazy setting. Each glance in the mirror is a hammer blow to my dignity.

"Let me repeat it for you," Mr. Otonari says, waving his black camcorder with a smugness that makes my skin crawl. "If you manage to satisfy me using YOUR techniques, I'll have the videos deleted. Without a trace. Also, I will never bother you again."

Otonari-san is sprawled in front of me, a grotesque Buddha lounging on his tatami mat, the folded futon behind him a makeshift throne for his repulsive reign. The black camcorder in his greasy hand is a gavel that condemns me to this humiliating charade.

"Is that clear?" His lips curl into a grotesque mimicry of a smile, his ugly, old face gleaming with anticipation.

"Clear, my ass," I spit out, my voice seething, "How can you have the balls to tell me that after raping me? After doing all those awful things? Are you a psychopath?!" My hands are balled into fists, the cheap fabric of the blouse stretching taut over my big, fat breasts, which heave with each ragged breath.

He holds the camcorder steady, his gaze never wavering from me. "I'll say it again. I'll have the videos in here deleted. You only have to keep it up for a bit more, then everything will be settled. You don't want your husband to suffer further, right?" His words are a blade, each syllable a cut deeper into my soul.

"Big words coming from you!" I retort, lip quivering with barely contained rage. "You think manipulating me like this is okay? You think you can just toy with someone's life and it's all going to be okay? You're sick! You're the worst kind of human being who doesn't deserve an ounce of respect!"

I'm pacing now, the pleats of the too-short skirt flaring with each sharp turn. My reflection taunts me from his TV screen, the braid down my back, the white blouse, the red tie — they're part of a mockery of the life I wanted to lead here in Japan. The stockings cling to my thighs, another layer of humiliation.

"And what's with this costume?!" I jab a finger at the skirt that barely covers my ass, my arms folding beneath my chest, elevating my indignation alongside my breasts.

"Well, I have to make you cosplay to compensate for your poor techniques, just to satisfy me," Mr. Otonari says, chuckling as if the mere idea pleases him to no end. "You haven't been performing very well. I've had to do everything myself."

"You make me sick," I hiss, my voice sharp as shattered glass.

"You look great, you know?" He's mocking me, the filth of his apartment a stark contrast to the forced purity of my outfit.

"Not happy to hear it!" I huff in reply, the heat in my cheeks battling the cool disdain I'm struggling to uphold.

The dim light of mid-afternoon barely penetrates the grimy windows of Mr. Otonari's apartment, casting a sickly pallor over everything within.

"But anyhow, this doesn't have anything to do with techniques at all!" I protest.

"Well, at least you know it," he grins, fat cheeks bunching up around his eyes. "You're a useless wife, after all."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING USELESS?" I roar back, the sound harsh and raw. The accusation stings, venomous, even as my mind reels. My hands shake with fury.

"You leave me no choice," he sighs, mock sorrow lacing his tone. "I guess I'll have to teach your body the importance of techniques then."

"Hah?!"

—

The futon under me is a sodden mess, my own pussy-squirt staining the fabric. His hand hovers above me, coated with the evidence of my cunt-syrup. My body is trembling, my breaths come in tattered gasps, and my once full, proud breasts out and jiggling in the dim room.

"I guess that settles it," Mr. Otonari says, his grin splitting his face, grotesque glee in every syllable. "Do you understand it now?"

His question spins in my head, the room tilting on its axis as I try to grapple with the aftermath. My mind is foggy, unclear—did he just make me cum?

No… I was just on the brink… ugh…

"Feels great, right? Even if I'm only using my fingers," he taunts. His other hand, slick with my wetness, descends upon me again, the contact light and teasing.

"Don't touch me like that!" I whine, the plea rising from a place of deep vulnerability. My eyes are squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill.

"Also, I can stop it on my own, anytime," he boasts, a vile satisfaction oozing from his words like poison. "It's all about technique."

"HUH?" I gasp, every fiber of my being recoiling at the thought.

His fingers slip back inside me, unrelenting, cruel. He bends me over his knee, and with the same mouth that has issued such revolting taunts, he latches onto one of my big breasts. His mouth is wet and slobbery, the feeling of his lips and tongue on my skin causing a shameful shiver to race through me.

-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-

Each slick motion of his fingers inside me is a reminder of my powerlessness.

"AAH AAH AAH LET GO! STOP!" My cries are desperate, piteous—the voice of a woman pushed past the brink of endurance. I can feel everything, yet I'm detached.

Otonari-san just chuckles, a repulsive rumble from his fat-riddled chest. "Not yet, Elizabeth. You're almost there, just a little more."

"AAH augh... ah aahah..." My moans are ripped from my throat, a cacophony of high-pitched, desperate noises that reverberate off the paper-thin walls.

It's disgusting — the way he's got his fingers shoved up inside me, curling and uncurling them like he's searching for buried treasure in my sloppy, wet cunt.

"Ooohh... You're gonna make me cum... wait..." I pant out, my head spinning, my thoughts fraying, unraveling, as he coaxes my body towards a climax I don't want from him.

But then, when I'm teetering on the edge, he pulls back, his chuckle a sinister sound in the dim room. "Ha ha ah..."

Each time he brings me close, my hips bucking into his hand, seeking that final push. But he denies me, again and again, his amusement growing with my frustration.

My nipples harden to painful points as he pinches them, his other hand buried in my dripping folds. The futon beneath me is a patchwork of wet stains, evidence of my abject humiliation.

"Cut it out already..." I squeak, my voice a ragged edge of pleading. My ass is in the air, my skirt bunched up around my waist.

"You can't cum yet," he commands, his tone dictatorial.

I'm sobbing now, my body a tangled mess of need and loathing. His fingers move with a wet precision, each stroke driving me closer to madness.

"I'M gonna cum!" I cry out, a sharp edge of desperation slicing through the thick air.

But he pulls his fingers out immediately, leaving me hanging, aching, my entire body a quivering, squelching mess. The room spins, my senses overload, and I am utterly pathetic.

My mind is a broken carousel, spinning out of control with every denied climax. The sensations sparkle within me, rising and falling in a torturous wave that leaves my brain short-circuiting.

"Ahh... Ahh... I can't... Don't... Stop..." My voice is a litany of broken, breathless syllables, a testament to my unraveling sanity. He's making me senseless, the physical need overwhelming all else.

My back arches off the futon, limbs splayed awkwardly as Otonari-san's fat fingers relentlessly pump inside me.

"AAhh... AHH!" My tongue lolls out, eyes glassy, mind reduced to nothing but the need pulsing from my throbbing clit. The mantra in my head is deafening now, a singular thought drowning out all reason:

I WANNA CUM.

His grotesque form hovers over me, skin slick with sweat, the smell of his body—musty and malevolent—fills my nostrils. SCHLICK, SCHLICK, SCHLICK, his fingers churn inside my drenched pussy, each movement a calculated torment. With cruel precision, he edges me closer, only to leave me teetering on the brink of oblivion, my body shaking with the force of my denied release.

My skirt and blouse are haphazardly pushed up, exposing me. Breasts heave against the thin fabric, nipples puckered to aching points as my cunt gushes with each denied climax. SPLURT, SPLURT, my juices spurt, slicking his hand, my thighs, the fabric beneath me.

The world narrows down to that one, overriding command. My brain shorts out, synapses firing on one track only:

I WANNA CUM.

"Alright, enough fooling around," Otonari-san says, pulling away his hand. "Let's get to the main part."

He stands, his body a disgusting display of sagging flesh and hairs, a lewd smirk plastered across his ugly face. His grotesque cock flops out, landing on the futon with a wet slap, dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. It's thick, veiny, an animalistic protrusion that stands in stark contrast to the softness of his body.

"I'm already locked and loaded here," he boasts, his tone insufferable. "Handjobs or blowjobs. Everything's fine, as long as you satisfy me."

I lay there, panting, my mind broken, the insistent chant louder now, reverberating in every corner of my consciousness:

I WANNA CUM.

The sight of his monstrous fuck-stick, that bitch-breaker, triggers something primal within me. My body, that traitorous vessel, reacts with a wave of heat that's both revolting and magnetic.

My gaze is locked on his dominant tool, the sheer size of it awakening a raw, desperate hunger. It's repugnant, a symbol of everything I loathe, yet in this moment, my body sees it as the key to release, to the climax that has been brutally withheld.

I WANNA CUM.

I'm on autopilot, the chant in my head, I WANNA CUM, I WANNA CUM, it's like a rhythm that controls my limbs. My hand grips the fabric of my skirt, stupidly holding it up, as I mechanically move towards Otonari-san. Heat flushes my face at the realization of what I'm doing, but I can't seem to stop.

"Oh, so you wanna use your pussy, huh?" Otonari-san's voice is a greasy, mocking drawl. "I see. That would make me satisfied indeed."

He's sprawled there, a revolting mass of flesh and sweat on the stained futon, grinning up at me with a look that makes my skin crawl.

He chuckle as I squat over him, my hand trembling as I line up his massive, throbbing cock with my slick pussy lips.

Suddenly, I reel with self-loathing. Here I am, a beautiful young wife of a good, decent man, lowering myself willingly onto this ugly, fat man's grotesque cock.

JUST WHAT AM I TRYING TO DO? The question screams inside me as I pull back, my body sobbing in disgust, my eyes welling with tears. HOLY SHIT, I WAS ABOUT TO SIT ON HIS COCK...

"That was close!" I gasp, desperate to pull away. "S-stop this crap! Why do I have to keep this up with you?"

But my legs betray me, trembling, giving out. I stumble, and with a gut-wrenching fall, I slam down.

SQUELCH!

The sound is obscene, wet, the sensation of him splitting me open, surging up inside me is undeniable. I'm stretched out, sitting fully impaled on his cock, my big, pale, jiggly ass crashing down onto his lap.

My eyes cross, and my tongue hangs out like some loathsome caricature, as Otonari-san laughs—a loud, mocking bellow that drowns out my mortified sobs. His cock fills me so utterly that I feel it might as well be lodged in my throat. I go cross-eyed as it pulses inside me, invading, conquering.

His laughter echoes, loud and mocking, filling the room as my body betrays my disgust, riding the unspeakable length of him, my juices splurting over it.

"IM CUMMINGGG!" I scream, the orgasm ripping through me with all the subtlety of a freight train. My tits flop in his face, slapping to the rhythm of my involuntary gyrations.

I'm cumming like a total fucking gross bitch, gushing all over him, my mind a haze of panic and ecstasy. "Wait... no..." I puff, each attempt to regain control snuffed out as my squirting pussy drenches his cock, my body quivering uncontrollably.

"I shouldn't do this! I'm going crazy! I can't go on!" I gasp out, trying to summon the will to lift myself off of him.

I strain, muscles tensing, but my strength evaporates, and I fall back down onto him with a resounding SLAP.

He laughs, the sound ugly and victorious. "Just look at you, riding my cock like it's what you were made for." His hands grip my hips, guiding the motion, ensuring my fall from grace is as absolute as my despair.

It's the most degrading moment of my life, reduced to a spectacle of depravity, a beautiful American wife defiled by this repulsive, fat, old man. His repulsive face—a landscape of sagging skin and oily sheen—smirks up at me, eyes glazed in perverse delight.

"I-I'm trying to get off..." I gasp out between ragged sobs.

He chortles nastily, a rumbling laugh, "Seems like you just did!"

I have to pull out. Or it'd be bad—so bad, the words run through my panic-stricken brain. But my actions fail me, as my legs, trembling with exertion, slowly lift me from his corrupting girth. Every fiber in me is revolting against the act, against the vile sensation of his flesh within me. The sticky sound as my dripping cunt tries to free itself from his grasp is a chorus of defeat—wet, obscene, and pathetic.

"I need to pull out..." I whimper to myself, the words stuck in my throat. "Or it'll be bad for me..."

I tense every muscle, trying to lift myself, to end this nightmare. The slick, nauseating sensation of his cock entrenched inside me is putrid—like some vile, stupefying parasite. With a pathetic whimper, I manage to rise slightly, his wretched member slipping from my convulsing pussy with a lewd squelch.

Except I fail. Exhaustion overtakes me, strength buckling, and I fall back down, sheathing him to the root.. Fully sheathing him again inside me. Like a boulder rolling back down the mountain, my efforts are futile, and with a loud, depraved moan, I impale myself again on his vile flesh wand.

"Ah ack no!"

My moans are a constant, stupid symphony.

"I have to... pull out... Ah... why am I... pushing it... back in... ah... I'll... cum again... no..."

I lean forward in a feral bid for leverage, my large breasts dangling pendulously, hoping against hope that I can muster the strength to vault off his loathsome cock.

"FUCK!" The expletive is ripped from me as gravity and my muddled brain conspire against me once again; I slap back onto him with a mortifying sound. The jiggling of my E-cups is a fleshy metronome to my relentless, idiotic bouncing.

Ahh jeez! What the heck is this?*

My thoughts are a jumble of disbelieving horror as I ride him, mindlessly squeezing his dick with my sopping pussy.

He's leaning back now, a smug smile carved into his repugnant features, arms relaxed behind his head as if he's lounging rather than violating. He's just there, enjoying the sight of me, a cute little wife with big, floppy tits, riding him hard, my sopping wet pussy greedily squeezing his fat cock.

"You know," Otonari-san starts, his voice a leering drawl, "Ken-san works so hard, always talking about his lovely, faithful wife. What a shock, eh? To see you now, bouncing on this old man's dick. What do you think he'd say, hmm?"

"Stop it... please..." I whimper, a pitiful attempt to defend my husband's image and the love he has for me.

He chuckles, a sadistic rumble. "You should be ashamed. But you're not, are you? In Japan, we have words for women like you..."

My stomach churns, bile rising in my throat at his implication—knowing full well the derogatory terms he insinuates, what society would brand me as. "That's not true... ah... ah... I'm not like that!"

"Ah, but aren't you?" he taunts, his grin widening. "Ken-san believes his wife is at home, probably cooking or cleaning. But here you are, squirting all over your neighbor's cock like a cheap hentai character."

"N-no... ah... Ken doesn't... deserve this..." Tears sting my eyes as the words escape between labored breaths.

"Well, anyhow, don't hog all the fun by yourself, ma'am," he chides, pinching my nipple with a sudden flick.

"I told you not to touch me like that!" I screech, but my plea gets lost in the suffocating torrent of shame. "You're cumming, right?"

My voice cracks into a desperate squeak.

"All of this means nothing if I'M not satisfied, you know?" Otonari-san's voice drips with condescension.

I try again, futilely, "Don't twist my nipples!"

"Or maybe you came here because you just wanna have sex?" His mocking is razor-sharp, dissecting my pride with every insidious word.

"Stop!" I cry, but he doesn't. Instead, he wrenches a new orgasm from me, a staggering, mind-melting burst of sensation that radiates from my tortured nipples to the very core of my being.

The humiliation of my squirting cunt is a deluge, a heavy jet of pent-up release splashing over his fat, sweating belly.

And I collapse on top of him, a heap of broken resistance. My tongue hangs out like an idiot's, my face transfixed in a vacant expression, the ugly, corrupting cock still buried within me.

"Oh, what's this? You're already done?" he taunts. "I won't delete the videos at this rate," he says, the final twist of the knife.

My dignity shred to pieces, my willpower evaporated, I am nothing but a discarded toy tangled atop my own sexual ruination.

I'm lying on my side on the soiled futon, gasping for air, my braid undone and my schoolgirl skirt bunched up around my waist. Otonari-san's heavy, repugnant body shuffles toward me, his saliva-drenched mouth open in a grotesque grin.

"Look at you," he leers, his voice dripping with derision. "My goodness, you really are a clumsy wife..."

His fingers hook under the fabric of my skirt, dragging it down over my pale legs, revealing more of me to his lecherous gaze. His actions are slow and deliberate, savoring the act of undressing me.

Suddenly, he lunges, positioning his slick, filth-coated cock against me, and shoves into my trembling body. I can't contain the squeal that escapes my lips—part horror, part uncontrollable reaction to being filled so completely once again.

"There we go!" Otonari-san grunts, a satisfied snort escaping him as he spreads me wide with his engorged member. His body is a mass of jiggling flesh that seems to envelop me in its sickening heat.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" I cry out, my voice a mix of panic and fury.

"Do you really hate it?" he asks, a mocking, cruel smile stretching his flabby cheeks as he looks down at me, his saliva trailing from his mouth as he eyes my flushed face, my beautiful blue eyes, the freckles that stand out against my pale skin.

"Of course, I do!" I protest, my breasts flopping as he leers above me, looming like some grotesque puppeteer controlling me with his horrific appendage.

"Even though you were really into it and shaking your hips like crazy earlier?" he taunts, pushing my legs back over my head. He thrusts heavily, the sound of his body colliding with mine is obscenely loud, his movements opening me up further, the squelching wetness of our coupling filling the room.

"Nghhh, that just was... um..." I struggle to find an explanation, an excuse, anything to deny the truth of my body's betrayal. "Just get off me!"

"You're already in love with my dick, right?" he mocks, his ruthless pounding forcing squirt to spurt noisily around his shaft, filling the air with its lewd scent.

"That's not true!" I deny through gritted teeth, my sobs turning into moans as he continues his brutal assault.

"Come on now. Let's be honest. This dick feels great, right? Your pussy is allowing me to shove it in easily, you know?" He's relentless, and my tits, my big, floppy E-cups, they jiggle and sway with each of his barbaric thrusts. I'm sobbing now, my wrists pinned by his greasy hands.

"No, I'm not... this doesn't feel good... at all..." I lie. "Hnnn, ghhh, nggh, ngghg…"

"You really squirt so easily," he remarks with a cruel chuckle.

"No, I'm not squirting— AAH, OOH, AHH! AAH! AUH!" SQUIRRRRTTTT, another forceful jet of release proves me wrong. "This isn't... part... of the deal... you're just..."

"Well," Otonari-san smirks. "If you keep on staying still, then I will never be satisfied. Your time is up for today; try to keep up with me tomorrow."

"Y-you're awful..." I gasp, struggling to regain my senses.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep my promise," he assures me with a sardonic grin. "If you're willing and voluntarily want to satisfy me, then I'll let you go properly. For now, let's just have fun by heating up our passion for sex..."

He licks across my mouth, his tongue a revolting invader that tastes of salt, grime, and malevolence.

"Th-there's nothing heated up in here..." I protest weakly, disgust fighting against the overwhelming tide of sensation.

"What are you trying to say?" Otonari-san retorts. "Your pussy is hot and dripping wet. Here! Come on! You're squeezing and jerking my dick inside you!" His pounding is relentless, my legs flailing helplessly in the air.

"Hey, jeez, stop shoving in your dick like that!"

"Ha...," he grunts loudly, his pleasure mounting. "Lemme blow a load inside you..."

"No... not... inside... me..."

"UGH! I'm cumming!"

The declaration echoes in my ears as I feel it — a sudden swelling of his disgusting cock, followed by the forceful surge of his putrid release. His cum hits my cervix with a heat that's both revolting and undeniable.

"AHH! NOT INSIDE AGAIN! NOT INSIDE, YOU OLD BASTARD!" But my screams go ignored, my protests swallowed by the deafening squelch of his spewing monstrosity.

I feel it then, the first hot gush of his putrid seed, a rush of warmth that fills me up, making my stomach churn. I feel so dirty, so violated, my mind filled with images of my husband, Ken, his trusting smiles, his earnest love... and here I am, being filled with this decrepit man's filth.

His cock pulses, and a second SPLURRRRTT of old man cum floods my already overstuffed pussy, the grotesque warmth of it a stark reminder of my disgusting capitulation. Cum squirts up around his dick, the thick, viscous fluid seeping out around him.

"Ugh… stop… too much…" I whimper. I feel the thick, wretched jizz squishing inside me, a hot, sticky mess that coats my insides.

With a gut-wrenching gasp, he pulls out, and I feel the last globs of cum glorp out of his deflating cock, landing with a wet plop on my twitching pussy lips.

"Look at you," he sneers at me, his cum leaking out of my ravaged pussy. "You're a fucking mess. I'm not done with you yet."

I watch in horror as he rises, his aging, fat body slick with sweat and other fluids. His cum-dripping cock swings heavily between his thighs, a monstrous sight that makes my stomach roil. As he approaches me, I feel more of his putrid sperm leak out of me, a slow trickle of despair that stains Otonari-san's futon beneath me.

"Come on, I'm still gonna fuck you," he says, his voice a disgusting rasp. "But first, clean it."

"No, no no no..." I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest as he approaches me with his cum-smeared cock. But my pleas fall on deaf ears, and the revolting head of his penis makes contact with my lips.

"Open up," he orders, and I'm too broken, too shattered to resist.

I'm shaking, my body recoiling at the sight of his cum-covered dick hovering in front of my face. The stench is nauseating—a sharp, bleachy odor mixed with a musky tang of old man smegma and the sour stink of my own pussy juices. His semen is a sickly, off-white shade, thick and goopy, clinging to his wrinkled flesh like some horrific paste.

"Open up, it's clean-up time," he grunts again, and before I can protest, he's pushing that vile thing into my mouth.

"Ugh—ubh—uuhk—" I gag as the head of his cock breaches my lips, the taste instantly flooding my senses. My eyes water, my stomach churns in revolt. The flavor is appalling, each note of rancid sweat, the bitter tang of his cum, and the taste of my own violation melding into a grotesque symphony on my tongue.

"I'm gonna fuck you until my balls are empty!" Otonari-san declares with a triumphant sneer.

Before I can recover, he's flipped me over, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. Slap slap slap slap... His heavy belly smacks against my ass with each brutal thrust, the force pushing me further into the futon. My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white, as I brace against his relentless pounding.

"This position really makes it easy to knock on your womb, it feels great ma'am!" he exclaims, his voice disgustingly jovial. "Are you listening?"

My response is an incoherent moan, my eyes crossing as my body absorbs the violent rhythm of his thrusts. Each slam sends a jolt through me, his cockhead battering at the entrance to my womb, threatening to breach with every motion.

"Get knocked up!" he barks, the command a vile declaration as I feel him swell inside me once more. His cock pulses and then...

"GET!"

-SPLURTTTT-

"KNOCKED!"

-BLURT!-

"UP!"

-SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTHPTH-

The sounds are carnal, primal, disgusting. I can feel it—the hot, repulsive jets of his cum shooting deep into me. It's a barrage, a relentless series of wet, squelching spurts that fill me to the brim.

"Phew, this is fun!" He laughs, a sound devoid of any human warmth. "Creampie-ing a young wife feels so awesome."

The words are a mockery, a cruel, heartless joke at my expense. I've become nothing more than his plaything, a vessel for his perverse delight.

I can't hold back the tears, the sobs that wrack my chest as another wave of his semen floods my insides. It's hot and degrading, the sensation of being filled with something so vile, so unwanted.

I can feel the cum leaking out of me, the sickening squelch of it as he continues to fuck me through his climax. It's a mess, a horrible, demeaning mess.

My eyes, glazed and unfocused, dart around violently, betraying my attempt to find some anchor in the storm of debauchery I've been tossed into.

"Come on now ma'am," Otonari-san's voice rolls over me, a lumbering growl of perverted encouragement.

"Cut it out..." I manage to gasp, my words strangled between the hot gusts of my rapid breaths.

"Wait-" But there's no waiting — no cessation on this runaway train of degradation. He flips me over, and I'm locked under him in a mating press. The weight of his bloated body bears down on mine, squeezing the breath from my lungs. Every shift, every adjustment of his hulking form on mine is a prelude to the hideous act of copulation that leaves me a mangled, weeping wreck on what was once my wedding futon.

"SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURRRRT!" His cum invades me like hot molten lead, pouring into places that quake under the assault. Each ejaculation from his odious cock brings a new wave of shame crashing over me, each rope of jizz more demeaning than the last.

"Seems like you can still go for more!" He bellows, and my soul crumples under his victorious howl. His cum, now a putrid porridge of chunky, curdled seed, dredges from the depths of his corpulent balls and blasts into me, coating my insides with its odious filth.

"OHHH OH…" The sounds escape me without my consent — moans and whimpers of a creature so far removed from the woman I was. His seed fills me, each SPLURT a damning punctuation to my defeat. The thickness of this round is nauseating; it's like he's excreting the dregs of his despicable virility directly into my vulnerable womb.

The futon is a cataclysmic scene, a canvas of carnal transgression marked by the hours of our sordid congress. It's soaked with the evidence of his relentless violation — squirts of my release, dribbles of his foul ejaculate, and the cloying, sickly-sweet aroma of sex. The stains will never lift; they're the tapestry of my downfall.

He mounts me again, his enormous girth thundering into my already overworked pussy. My tits flop back and forth, limp pendulums keeping time with each vicious thrust. My moans are animalistic, a soundtrack of debasement.

"Eek… Stop… Nooo… Ack augh…" The words are lined with pleasure that disgusts me. They shouldn't be sounds of enjoyment, of rapture, but they are. I sound like someone else, someone empty and broken, a husk being rammed over and over by that thick, veiny meat rod of his.

The wet, sloppy sounds of his massive cock plunging into me reverberate throughout the room, thick and obscene. It's a vile symphony, composed of my slurping pussy and the vulgar smacks of his flesh hammering into mine. He grinds down, his hairy gut a hot, moving barrier that confines me under him.

My mind recoils with each new thrust, each fresh gush of odious sperm that cements his domination over me. I'm lost in an abyss, staring up at the ceiling as my body is pounded into oblivion, each slam of his hips against my own a nail sealing the coffin of my spirit.

It's over; I'm nothing more than a vessel for his disgusting pleasure. I'm gone, torn away by the tide of my own betrayal and the sickly hot floods that continue to SPLURT inside me.

—

"Come on now, ma'am," Otonari-san says, his tone dripping with depravity as my eyes unfocus, crossing under the relentless onslaught of his pulverizing thrusts.

The glutinous warmth inside me is repugnant, his cum filling me up with each violent pump. It's a revolting feeling, being so thoroughly filled with old man jizz, the thick, chunky consistency of it suggesting it's dredging the depths of his big fat hairy balls.

"C-cut it—out," I gasp, my voice a feeble whisper against his domineering presence. "Wai—"

My protest is cut short as he shifts, flipping me onto my back and pressing me into the mating press. His weight crushes me, his brutal pace never waning as he drives his cock deep inside once more, his groin slamming against mine.

"Seems like you can still go for more!" he roars above me, and with a triumphant bellow, he inseminates me for a third time, his cock twitching as it vomits another torrent of his grotesque semen into my ravaged pussy.

"OHHH—OH..."

I can't contain the moans and whimpers that escape my lips as he fills me with yet another filthy creampie. It's even thicker now, if possible, a vile sludge of his most base fluids that spreads through my womb, painting my insides.

Beneath him, I'm crushed into the wreckage of what was once a futon, now nothing more than a crime scene of our sordid acts. The fabric is soaked through with the evidence of our hours-long session—his cum, my squirt, the sweat of our bodies all combine into a sickening tapestry of off-white, sticky stains.

He keeps fucking me, mindless of the ruin, his colossal meat rod ramming me into oblivion. My tits flop wildly with each thrust, undignified in their dance of despair. The sounds of our coupling are obscene. Squelch-squelch-squelch, his fat cock parting the sloppy, sticky mess of my pussy, the slick noises echoing off the walls.

My voice is breaking, the words coming out in pleasure-soaked cries despite the anguish clouding my mind.

"Eek—"

"Stop—"

"Nooo—"

"Ack—"

"Augh—"

Each plea falls on deaf ears as he pounds away, his grunts of pleasure a counterpoint to my cries. His perverse girth stretches me, a relentless battering against the tattered shreds of my will.

Squelch-squelch-squelch—there's a rhythm to my degradation, a cadence to the wet, vile music we make with our bodies. With each savage thrust, I can feel my sense of self slipping further away, lost in a mire of forced ecstasy and humiliation.

I am broken, utterly defeated, a mere vessel for his primal urges—a plaything bobbing helplessly on the tides of his carnal whims. My body betrays me with every involuntary moan, a symphony of despair as I'm used and filled over and over again.

The world narrows to the raw, flesh-slapping impact of his hips against my upturned butt, the heavy slap of his gut against my thighs, the rhythmic jostling of my breasts. I am reduced to nothing but the sum of these sensations—a debased, cum-filled husk in the aftermath of Otonari-san's lecherous appetite.

His exertions continue, unabated even as the slick, sickening sensation of his mouth covers mine. His tongue, wide and wet, reeks of decay as he licks across my lips grotesquely, coating my face in his slobber. The drool cascades down, mixing with the sweat and tears already streaking my cheeks.

"Guh—NGH—NGAAAAHH!"

His grunts escalate, each revolting exhalation spitting hot, fetid breath all over my face, my exposed neck.

"That's right," he rasps between licentious licks, his voice oozing. "Let's continue to melt together."

My limbs lie strewn beneath his colossal, quivering mound of flesh. The weight of him is claustrophobic, an oppressive blanket that smothers my every attempt to wriggle away.

"Mmh—nnhh—"

I'm trapped, my whimpers muffled by the perverse seal of his mouth against mine. My mind is floating in a fog, a thick haze that smothers thought and will. I can barely summon the energy to feel disgust anymore.

With another sloppy kiss, he continues to desecrate my lips, his tongue a conquering slug that leaves a trail of sickly heat in its wake. The sour, vile taste is an anchor that holds me fast in this debased reality.

"OOH! I'm cumming! Cumming again!" His declaration is triumphant, a grotesque salute to the sinful act he commits.

My legs dangle high, twitching limply in the air as he delivers another disgusting payload deep inside me. This time, it's a smaller gush—yet still ample enough to curdle my insides. His whole body shakes, a seismic tremor of release that transfers directly into me.

"HMFH!"

The world dissolves into a swirl around me as I spiral into empty ecstasy. My back arches against him as he fills me again, our conjoined squelches a vile cadence beneath the storm of his orgasm.

Underneath his voluminous, flabby body, I'm barely a note in the symphony he orchestrates—a small quiver against the tremble of his bass. Each convulsion travels the length of his throbbing rod, driving home his final claim.

My senses dull, thoughts still while my flesh betrays me in rippling jolts. I'm awash—with him, his unwelcome seed, the monstrous enormity that is both my violation and resident nightmare.

Lying here, in the wreckage of a futon drowning in our secretions, ensnared in the carnal stench—of sweat, of sex, of him—I am reduced. Reduced to an object, a receptacle, a creature lower than I ever imagined I could sink.

It's over. I'm spent in every way a person can be, my body nothing more than a canvas for his twisted artistry, my mind a silent scream caught in the back of a crowded, gasping mouth. He withdraws with a final plop, leaving me hollow but overflowing, a vessel filled beyond capacity with the awful fruit of his loins.

Here I lay, hardly alive, merely existing in the now — spaced out, used up, and so utterly, disgustingly inseminated.

—

As the sky outside begins to dim, the evening birds of Nagoya—the white-eye with its persistent chirp and the starlings in their murmuring flocks—sing their twilight songs. Their melodies are a stark contrast to my situation, where time seems to have stretched and contorted under the weight of my sin.

"I CAN STILL DO MORE! I CAN STILL CUM!" Otonari-san's bellowing proclamation rings out, his fervor unabated by the waning light. His body, a leviathan of flesh, crushes me beneath him in the mating press, his bloated testicles clenching with a grotesque vigor.

With a nauseating surge, he fires another vile payload into my depths. It's the thickest yet, a sludge that seems to dredge the very dregs of his being. As he suckles greedily at my breasts, I can only lie there, a broken doll.

Outside, the dusk deepens.

"Aww... I'm sorry..." His words come after, a hollow attempt at contrition following the carnage of our countless couplings. "I got way into the heat of the moment and went overboard."

I'm a portrait of ruin, splayed out in the aftermath. My previously pert breasts are now streaked with saliva and sperm, the latter bubbling from a well that seems to have no end. My thighs, slick with his seed, are stained with the yellowish trails of his numerous releases, a map of our sordid journey.

The stench is overpowering—a miasma of sex, sweat, and the rank musk of Otonari-san that clings to every inch of me. My breaths come in shuddering gasps, each inhalation laced with the foul scent of my defilement.

"Sorry if you get pregnant," he murmurs, his tone almost contemplative as he gazes down at the mess he's made of me.

"S-stop this... already..." My voice is a whisper, a feeble plea from lips that no longer remember how to form words of resistance.

"Well, that being said... our deal is not yet settled..." he declares, using my thigh as a rag to wipe his now flaccid, grotesque cock. It's an insult added to uncountable injuries.

The schoolgirl outfit is now nothing more than tattered rags, the fabric marred with splotches of his semen, now drying to a crust that pulls tight against my skin.

"If you don't wanna be exposed to your husband, then you better put your back into your techniques..."

Chapter 6: Dark IndulgenceChapter Text

I crumple the ruined schoolgirl outfit, the fabric stiff with dried semen and sweat, and shove it into a trash bag. I double bag it, triple bag it, desperate to contain the foul stench that could betray the vile acts committed upon me.

My bathing ritual begins, a necessary cleansing after the hours spent under Otonari-san's grotesque ministrations. In the Japanese style, I sit on a stool in front of the shower area, the faucet and showerhead at the ready. I need to rid myself of the overwhelming stench, of the vile residue that coats my every inch. My body is hypersensitive, each touch a reminder of the repeated pounding, the endless thrusts of that fat, old man.

The water stings as it hits my skin, cascading down my body in rivulets that seem to carry the weight of my filth. I scrub viciously, soap in hand, trying to erase the touch, the smell, the very memory of him from my flesh. It's futile—the scent seems ingrained into my pores.

With a showerhead in hand, I wash away the soapy water, trying not to notice how the suds carry with them cloudy, vile streaks of his semen. It's everywhere—matted in my hair, congealed in the crevices under my breasts. The deposits are stubborn, oily, and they cling to me like a second skin.

My sobs echo against the tile, each sob a rasp of pain and self-loathing. I clean my pussy, the gentle touch setting off unwanted sensations. I hate it, the way it responds, the way it seems to crave attention even after everything.

I rinse and rinse, water sluicing down my body, carrying with it gloopy bits of cum that stubbornly release from inside me. I watch them swirl down the drain, pieces of my dignity vanishing into the sewer.

Finally, standing before the mirror, I see my naked body—my breasts more… floppy-looking… than before, dangling heavily, obscenely. My body looks lewd, marked by the hands and fluids of a man I loathe. How can Ken not see the change? How can he not smell the stink of betrayal on me? I hate myself, hate my reflection, hate the woman I've become.

I need to stop this. I need to get it together.

—

After my bath, the feel of the fresh, clean pajamas against my skin is a small mercy. The soft fabric is a stark contrast to the sheer terror and disgust that's been clinging to me for what feels like an eternity. I refuse to let the horror of the past days dictate my life any longer.

I'm seated at the dining room table, my iPad propped up before me. My fingers tremble as I navigate to the incognito tab, where I start watching porn.

The harsh light of the screen illuminates the desperation in my eyes, the fervor with which I scan the explicit scenes for anything that might resemble the "techniques" that sick old man desires. I huff and puff, a mixture of anxiety and determination fueling my resolve to learn, to service Otonari-san, to be rid of him for good.

I hear Ken's footsteps approaching, and I hurriedly flip the iPad down, hoping he won't catch the lewd sounds still playing from it.

"Elizabeth," Ken says, his voice tinged with concern. "You're not going to bed yet? It's late."

"Ah—," I stutter, my throat tightening. "I was just researching something online..."

"Is that so?" he responds, his gentle demeanor a comforting presence in the room. "Then I'll go to sleep first."

"Umm..." My voice trails off, my heart aching with the weight of my secret.

He leans down, giving me a kiss on the forehead, his affection a balm to my fractured soul. He smiles and walks towards the bedroom, unaware of the turmoil raging within me. And then, as if ripped from the depths of my being, I blurt out, "I LOVE YOU, KEN-CHAN, I love you, okay?!"

He turns, his expression one of bewilderment mixed with affection. "What's wrong? I love you too, Elizabeth... Well, then, see you in bed."

The door closes behind him, and a tear slips down my cheek. "Ken... I'm sorry..." I whisper to no one but the shadows of the room.

I go back to what I was watching—a woman performing a titty-fuck, her ample breasts pumping a cock with practiced ease. My cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and determination as I look down at my own large breasts, my nipples pressing insistently against the tight black fabric of my pajamas.

Time to practice.

A resolve hardens within me, a fire that I'll use to end this hellish ordeal. I won't let that degenerate disturb our life any further.

I retrieve a banana from the kitchen.

"Like this?" I mutter to myself, my face a furnace of embarrassment. I watch the woman on the screen, trying to mimic her movements, wrapping the sides of my big, fat breasts around the fruit, attempting to hold it in place using the techniques I've gleaned from the video.

I maneuver my breasts, squeezing them together around the banana, my skin slipping against the pajama fabric. I tilt my head down, watching my own cleavage take the shape of a makeshift channel for the fruit.

I remember some of the tips, my brain cataloguing each one: Use lube. Control the action. Be ready to hold them together.

I go over the motions again and again, my resolve hardening. I will get through this. I will reclaim my life and my body. No more will I be a plaything for that vile man.

—

Today is the day. The day I reclaim my life, my dignity. Clad in white yoga pants and a teal sports bra, my resolve is an unbreakable shield. I'm ready, prepared, and nothing will stand in my way.

Kneeling in Otonari-san's filthy tatami room, I fixate on the task at hand, ignoring the revulsion that churns in my stomach. His grotesque body looms over me, but this time, I am in control.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I press the sides of my breasts together, feeling the repugnant outline of his veiny, sloppy cock between them. My sports bra strains under the pressure, the band tight across my heaving chest as I use it to trap his erection in place.

He grunts, "OH! OOOH! OOUH!"

His pleasure is abhorrent to me, but I persist, my face a mask of determination while inside, I feel utterly pathetic.

I pour more lube between my breasts, making the space slicker, ensuring there's no friction—nothing to slow me down. With each movement, I compress their flesh around his girth, working them up and down with a ferocity born of desperation.

"That's nice, keep it up, ma'am," he groans, a sickening satisfaction in his voice. "You're quite familiar with boob jobs, huh?"

"Shut it," I snap back, my gaze averted from his ugly, leering face. "Just hurry up and cum already."

SCHLICK SHLICK SCHLICK. The sensation is vile, my big, heavy tits now weapons of my will as they envelop his lubricated shaft. I refuse to meet his gaze, can't stand the sight of his winking urethra, that gaping maw that's caused me so much suffering.

"Please don't give me that disgusted look while you're doing it with me. Because it will make my dick harder!" he laughs, a sound so uproarious it shakes his entire body.

This is so gross.

"OOH..." he breathes out, his eyes half-closed in a lustful daze.

I'm eye-level with his paunch, the nauseating sight of his flesh quivering with each pass of my breasts. My red hair is tied back in a practical ponytail, my yoga pants hugging my legs as I kneel resolutely on the floor before him.

I'm struggling, adjusting my grip, pressing my E-cup breasts together with all the force I can muster. His cock slips out once, twice, but I'm quick to reposition it, refusing to let this moment drag on any longer than necessary.

This isn't about pleasure. It's not even about the act itself. It's about ending this nightmare. I pump my chest up and down his slickened length, driven by the single thought of freedom.

SCHLICK SHLICK SHLICK.

I'm unyielding, my jaw set, my arms aching as they force my breasts into a relentless rhythm. This is for Ken, for the love we share, for the life we've built together that I won't let be tainted any further.

With each slick movement, I feel the grotesque heat of him, the abhorrent stickiness that's seeped into every facet of my torment. But I won't break. I will do this. I will finish it.

For my husband. For my dignity.

My disgust mounts with every squelching slide of his veiny, discolored cock between the clamped prison of my breasts. I'm repulsed by the brushing of that purple, engorged head peeking between the pale, freckled swells of my bosoms, bound still by the sports bra, now a corrupt harness for his pleasure.

"CUMMING!" he announces with a voice that pierces the thick, tainted air.

I'm caught off guard, "Wha-!" but it's too late. That putrid dick erupts, twitching monstrously, and the deluge of his grotesque cumshot emerges in relentless SPURTs of off-white abomination. It's a horrifying fountain that spews forth, drenching the fabric stretched across my chest. Thicker, more yellowed strands splatter and spread, some reaching the gasp of my mouth, others streaking down the valley between my breasts and staining the once pristine cotton of my bra.

The sweltering, almost burning sludge splats against my skin. It's a putrid avalanche that pools, congealing into a warm, custard-like sludge as fetid ribbons drizzle unchecked down my stomach, curling nastily into the waistband of my white pants.

I'm engulfed in the stench—a swirling, nauseating cocktail of sour musk and bleach that wrenches my gut. The remnants between my breasts begin compacting into a vile blend, thickening in texture, reminiscent of curdled milk mixed with the unctuous mucus from a diseased sinus. Some strands start to cool, forming a gelatinous, viscous mess that glues my skin in an unholy matrimony of secretion and sweat.

"Thank you very much, ma'am," Otonari-san breathes heavily, attempting to collect himself. "That was a clumsy boob job but really made me horny. So overall, I'm quite satisfied. And with that, I'll grant you my deal; I won't bother you anymore."

I tug at my lower lip with teeth gritted in revulsion, barely able to acknowledge his words. My hands, trembling, reach to support the underside of my breasts, letting the gloop ooze into my palms. It trickles like a sordid syrup, a viscous, gelatinous slop that is, without question, some of the vilest filth I've ever laid eyes on.

He stands before me, the weight of the past few days hanging between us in the air, thick and palpable. In his hands, he clutches that bastard instrument of my degradation - the camcorder.

"I deleted all the video recordings in here," Otonari-san declares with a hint of solemnity I hadn't thought him capable of. "Feel free to take a look and confirm it yourself."

My gaze drops to the device, my thoughts racing. In my hands, the warm pool of his revolting cum slops against my skin, a heated reminder of what it took to reach this moment. An idea sparks within me, a final act to seal my victory and reclaim the last shreds of my power.

Without a word, I lift my hands, tipping them just enough to let the sticky, vile mess drizzle down onto the camcorder. The off-white globs pour over it, sullying its black casing with a sloshing, ruinous cascade.

"Ah!" he gasps in shock, his voice catching in his throat.

The hot, foul cum infiltrates the device, seeping into its crevices and coating the buttons. There's a sizzle, an ominous, electrical pop from within, and I know the camcorder is done for, its innards fried by the unwelcome deluge.

Good riddance. It's over.

Nighttime envelops our bedroom, a peaceful cocoon away from the filth of the day. I lie next to Ken, his soft laughter a melody that soothes and heals. I curl into him, feeling more than ever the stark contrast between his gentleness and the brutish force of the man I endured.

This will be a secret from Ken. There's no way I can tell him about the repulsive ordeal I suffered. I want to erase these vile memories, scrub them from my mind as thoroughly as I've scoured my skin.

It's time to move forward, the bond with my husband untouched and sacred. As he wraps a loving arm around me, I find solace in his embrace. We're here, we're together, and that's all that matters.

I will forget. We will continue, unmarred and happy in our married life, and I will never look back.

In the sanctuary of our bedroom, the laughter Ken and I share is a cleansing balm, wiping away the remnants of my ordeal. We sprawl across the sheets, our naked bodies intertwined as we exchange playful words and loving gazes.

"Elizabeth, you're like a fine wine. You get more exquisite with every passing day."

I snort.

"Tell me," he whispers, his breath warm against my ear, "what's your favorite Japanese word?"

I giggle, tracing a finger along his collarbone, "Hmm, 'Yakimochi'."

"Oh? Jealousy?" His eyebrow arches playfully.

With a wink, I clarify, "No, silly. The grilled kind. Because it's hot, sweet, and I always want more."

And so it goes.

Beneath him, I am alight with a fire that feels pure and true. His trusting eyes, his kind face—this is the man I adore. His cock, a familiar presence, fills me with every thrust, the stark contrast a reminder that he, and only he, is my sanctuary.

"Elizabeth..." he gasps, kissing me tenderly, a true meeting of souls as much as flesh.

"Ken!" I moan back, clinging to him with every fiber of my being.

It's over quickly, but it's a race to the stars and back. As we lay breathless, I feel my breasts pressed up against his bare chest. His heartbeat is a drum in my ear, matching the rhythm of my own.

"Phew, that was great..." he says, his face contented and flushed with exertion.

"Yeah..."

And then, the itch.

The gnawing, insidious little itch.

I want more. A craving that nips at the edges of my satisfaction.

"Wanna do... one more round...?" I venture, my face hopeful as I look up into his warm eyes.

He grins down at me, a flicker of tiredness with his good-natured laugh. "A bit too much for me! Haha," he admits.

"Right," I giggle, accepting the sweep of his arm as an invitation to nestle close.

As we cuddle up, my heart races with an unidentifiable need. His comfort, his warmth, the sync of our breaths—it should be enough. But there's a whisper, a tantalizing thought that trembles through my veins as I press my cheek against his shoulder.

What is this feeling?

—

Donning my purple, frilly lingerie, I check myself out in the mirror, giving my high-waisted panties a snap against my skin. My reflection boasts confidence—a woman in control of her life again, with her voluptuous breasts and fiery red hair.

But as I adjust the lace top over my ample chest, an unwanted memory intrudes—the repugnant image of Otonari-san slobbering over them.

I shudder, and shove the thought aside. It's going to take time to forget about all that.

Ken looks so peaceful as he prepares for bed, but tonight I need more. I straddle him, my knees sinking into the mattress.

"Sorry, but I need to be early..." he murmurs, a yawn marring his sentence. "Let me sleep."

"Eh?" I respond, my voice a mix of disbelief and rising frustration. I lean forward, spilling my breasts out of the lingerie, letting them hang lewdly as I make my case without words. "No way..."

"Tomorrow, we'll do it tomorrow, okay?" he replies, already turning away, rolling over.

"Tomorrow? You promise?"

"Ah! Ahn! That's great, Ken!" I exclaim, riding him with a fervor that's matched only by my desperation.

I'm on top, my breasts bouncing wildly. The rhythm is frantic as I grind down onto his pelvis, seeking, striving for that peak.

"Elizabeth, stop it!" Ken's voice cuts through my haze of lust.

"Eh?" I pause, mid-bounce, confused.

"What?"

"Sorry," he pants, his breaths uneven. "I came."

Disbelief washes over me as I lift myself up, feeling the strands of his semen dangling from my pussy. "Can't you do a bit... more? One more time?" My voice trembles. I'd been looking forward to this all day.

"I'm really… done for the day," he admits, exhausted.

Ugh...

I curl up next to him in a fetal position, my body on fire beneath my pink pajamas. My hands press between my thighs, clutching at the heat that won't dissipate. I'm crying now, tears streaming down my face as I confront the horrible truth—I'm still burning, still aching. My pussy is hot, wet, and utterly unsatisfied.

Ken lies beside me, oblivious to my turmoil, his breathing deep and even in sleep. I'm left alone with my raging desires, a twisted knot of frustration and need.

—

The hum of the washing machine blends with the distant murmur of the TV, setting the rhythm of our easy Saturday. I'm in the service yard, the warm sunlight filtering through the half-open roof, dancing across the speckled tiles. I'm wearing my pink long-sleeved shirt and apron, my hair tied up in a practical ponytail as I tackle the pile of laundry.

Ken is lounging on the couch, half-watching the news. The anchor, a sharply dressed woman with a no-nonsense bob haircut, is narrating something about local festivities with an enthusiasm that barely penetrates the cozy veil of our living room.

As I bend over to retrieve more clothes from the laundry basket, a sudden wave of heat flushes through me—not from the sun, but a more internal, simmering kind. A sigh escapes me, mingling with the scent of fresh laundry detergent.

Guess I'll try seducing Ken again after I'm done cleaning...*

The thought hovers in the back of my mind, teasing, persistent.

"I wanna have sex... But I think it's better for him to relax at least on his day off..." I whisper to myself, chiding my own desires.

"Sigh..."

"Hey, Elizabeth," Ken calls out, his voice pulling me from my reverie. "What if we go to Asuke village village tomorrow? Just saw a TV spot for it - it's like stepping back in time."

I peek around the doorframe. "Asuke? Isn't that near Korankei Gorge?"

"Yeah, exactly!" He's animated now, the news forgotten. "They recreate traditional lifestyles and stuff. Might be cool to see how things were done a hundred years ago."

I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Sure. Are you suggesting a weekend getaway?"

"Mhm," he nods, then adds with a twinkle in his eye, "And, I hear they have that yaki-mochi you like. Well, it's like pressed rice on sticks. But it'll suit that sweet tooth."

I giggle, folding a freshly laundered shirt. "The way to my heart—through mochi."

Ken stands up to stretch. "Gotta keep my wife happy, right? How are we on laundry duties, General Elizabeth?"

"Almost done, just need to conquer this last batch of socks," I announce, holding up a pair for emphasis. "But, um… speaking of traditional lifestyles, want to help me start some rice in the kitchen?"

He groans playfully. "I'm more of the 'eat the rice' type than the 'make it' type, but for you, I'll make an exception."

The TV continues its low murmur as we share a brief, comfortable silence.

"Hey, Ken." I pause, shooting my shot. "Since we're learning about traditional lifestyles tomorrow, maybe tonight we can... explore some traditional... bedroom techniques, tonight?"

My husband raises an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Is that so? My dear wife, are you suggesting we delve into the ancient art of... love-making?"

I giggle. "The most ancient of arts. I believe there's quite the historical precedent for it."

But for now, I get back to laundry.

The socks dangle from my fingers, their mundane presence a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts storming my head. I hang them, marching them in pairs along the line, a silent army of domesticity. Each one's mate found and secured, like mine, my hands working on autopilot while my mind buzzes with darker musings.

I sigh, looking out over the tranquil Nagoya cityscape, bathed in the golden glow of early afternoon. The city spreads out calm and serene, so at odds with the turmoil churning within me. I catch my reflection in the glass balcony railing, my features twisted in a grimace.

I can't have another night like that* I think, frustration knotting inside me. *It's not fair... I feel...*

But before I can complete the thought, my eyes snap to the dividing wall of the service yard. A small, rectangular slot has opened, a dark cavity in the otherwise innocuous barrier. A voice, familiar and odious, oozes through the gap.

"Good morning, ma'am."

Chapter 7: The Velvet DescentChapter Text

My heart stops, then hammers with a ferocity that's almost painful.

His voice, that voice, it's a nightmare given sound.

Through the slot, Otonari-san's face appears, a sickly grin plastered across it. His eyes, beady and unkind, latch onto me with a gleeful glint. I recoil as if struck, my body tensing, bile rising in my throat.

I'm fuming, my mind reeling, spiraling back to the last days' humiliations that his mere presence conjures. "DON'T TALK TO ME," I seethe through gritted teeth, my voice a venomous hiss. The need to keep my composure for Ken's sake is the only thing that holds back the scream clawing at my vocal cords.

"Well, let me at least greet you, we're neighbors after all," he says, the revolting mirth in his tone piercing me like needles.

"What's with that WINDOW?" I demand, my anger an inferno threatening to burst forth.

He tilts his head, feigning innocence. "I thought to add a little way for me to say hello through the divider," he explains, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Just a small slot."

"FOR WHAT?" My voice is a torrent of rage, barely contained. Every word he utters is a reminder of what I've endured, of the vile touch that still seems to linger on my skin no matter how much I scrub.

His grin doesn't falter, but there's a glint in his eyes that speaks of cruel enjoyment. "Just to keep things neighborly," he replies with mock sincerity.

I hate him. I hate that I ever let him touch me. I'm so glad to be rid of him, yet here he is, his face in my space, his voice in my ear. It's a violation all over again, and I'm seething with every fiber of my being.

"Stay away from me," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "We had a deal."

Otonari-san's chuckle is a low rumble, like distant thunder. "Ah, but can't a neighbor say good morning?"

I don't respond, just glare at him with all the loathing I can muster. I want to wipe that smug look off his face. I want to close that slot and never see his repulsive visage again.

But I hold back, the knowledge that Ken is inside, trusting and oblivious, keeping my fury in check. I won't let this man ruin what Ken and I have. I won't give him the satisfaction.

With a sharp movement, I snatch a nearby piece of laundry—a towel—and swing it at the slot, snapping it shut with a satisfying thud. My heart is still racing, a drumbeat of disgust and fear.

I breathe deeply, forcing my wrath to subside, and turn my back to the wall. Ken cannot know. I won't let him see me like this, won't let him see the monster that lurks next door.

"Ow, that wasn't very nice, you hurt my nose," Otonari-san whines, muffled from the other side.

I barely have time to spit out a disgusted "Good!" when the latch creaks, and the dark void yawns open again.

Before I can react, through the opening, slithers a sight so revolting, so mind-shatteringly obscene, that for a moment, I think I'm hallucinating.

His cock. It's there, an abomination of flesh thrusting through the slot. My eyes are assaulted by the sight of it—big, disgustingly hairy, crooked, and veiny, an affront to all that's holy. It's purple, the color of bruised dignity, hanging heavily as if swollen with sin itself.

It's thick, too thick, upturned in a mocking arc, its girth a testament to the grotesque acts it's capable of. The sight of it triggers a cascade of unwanted, sickening memories—each thrust, each forced moan, each spill of his putrid seed.

My heart pounds, BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP, so loud it's all I hear over the blood rushing in my ears. My chest heaves, breaths shallow and quick, as I stare in abject horror at the monstrous member.

My throat constricts around a silent scream.

"Think of it as a gift," Otonari-san's voice is oily, a slimy purr that slicks the pit of my stomach with ice. "I was just thinking that I would present my dick to this horny wife for her to indulge..."

It's more than a sight; it's a vile trigger that evokes shocking recollections—feeling that same disgusting rod pounding into me until I was lost to the abyss of shame. The smell—oh, the smell of him—plays back in my memory with nauseating clarity, the musk of unwashed groin paired with the biting tang of his stale ejaculate.

My body betrays me, stirring a loathsome heat with the shock of recognition. I curl my lips back in a snarl, rage boiling alongside that wretched instinctual response. "WHO would indulge on THAT, huh?!" I spit venomously.

"You can't forget the taste of it, right?" he mocks, and for a second, the visceral memory of the act suffocates me, the disgusting sensation of the thing protruding through the slot throbbing on my tongue.

"That's not true!" A feeble attempt to deny the involuntary memories surfacing in my panicked brain.

Suddenly, Ken's voice filters through the shock. "Elizabeth, what's up? You're raising your voice?"

A surge of adrenaline cuts through the stupor.

"EEK!" I squeal, a high-pitched note of panic, as I leap to block the grotesque sight from Ken's unsuspecting eyes.

My body becomes a shield poised before the offending protrusion, my back to Otonari-san's peekaboo pecker. Ken can't see this. It's too difficult to explain; too much to admit. The thought of Ken's innocence discovering this horror is too terrifying to fathom.

I force a breathless, high-strung laugh, feigning an elusive calm I'm far from feeling. "Nothing, just... saw a big spider! It startled me."

"Need me to catch it?" Ken offers, moving closer.

My stomach ties in knots. "No! Stay there, I've got this!" I insist, my voice an octave higher, quavering with the strain of maintaining the facade.

"But yeah, about Asuke," his voice is a soothing lull in the brewing storm, "they still make everything the old-fashioned way there. It's all about the craftsmanship—hand-dyed fabrics, the works."

"Yeah... c- craftsmanship. That's good."

"Anyway, I was reading about the indigo dye process — incredible stuff." Ken's tone is mixed with genuine intrigue and a soft, loving cadence that usually comforts me. "I thought maybe I could get you a nice indigo dress while we're there. You like indigo, right?"

"Y-Yeah, indigo is... is lovely... so… blue…" I choke out, my words halting as the vile tip of Otonari-san's obscene manhood nudges against my butt, the disgusting sensation of his fat, veiny cock against the back of my skirt.

I'm such an idiot — I should have screeched, screamed out, called the police the second that repugnant sight offended my eyes. Instead, I'm here, trying to shield Ken from the undeniable truth of our depraved neighbor trying to insinuate himself between us—quite literally—as I dance on the knife's edge of discovery.

I shift slightly, attempting to reposition myself, desperate to keep Ken from seeing the grotesque bulge rising up the back of my skirt.

"Are you moving away from me?" Ken teases, inching closer, his tone filled with playful warmth. "I haven't even started on the spiders yet."

As Ken steps toward me, I have no choice but to back up against the looming monstrosity tapping at my backside.

"Th-That's right... I— I really can't stand them," I respond with a nervous chuckle, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

The insistent force of Otonari-san's hideous member nudges under the hem of my skirt, pressing upward with its revolting heat.

It's... it's inside my skirt...*

My inner voice is a shriek of abject horror as I feel the hot, bloated intrusion of his flesh against my trembling skin.

I'm panicking now, heart racing, sweat beading on my forehead as Ken gradually closes the distance between us, oblivious to the nightmare lurking within arm's reach.

"Planning for tomorrow's trip is fun - I've been working so hard," Ken continues, unabashedly enthusiastic as he outlines the afternoon we'll spend wandering the quaint village lined with traditional houses and craftsmen at work. "It's nice to do something relaxing."

I nod mechanically, a brittle smile plastered on my face. "That sounds... amazing, Ken," I manage, ducking my head to hide the terror in my eyes.

Behind me, the monstrous erection shifts, Otonari-san clearly taking perverse pleasure in my discomfort. The hefty, horrid thing flutters against me, the sensation revolting, a thickening of fear and disgust congealing in my gut.

Ken's chuckle is easy, heartfelt. "You're getting all jittery just talking about spiders," he remarks, his eyes alight with humor. "I've got you, don't worry."

"I kn- know you do," I whisper, desperation clawing at my throat as I feel the fat head of Otonari-san's erection burrow further up the back of my skirt, lifting the fabric outrageously.

Ken leans casually against the railing, his gaze soaking in the expanse of Nagoya stretching out below. A slight breeze caresses his face, and he seems so at peace, almost wistful.

"You know, sometimes I yearn for simpler times," he muses, a sincerity in his tone that reaches me even through my panic. "Back when there was less... chaos to worry about. This move, all these boxes left to unpack," he gestures to the house, "it's a lot."

"Yeah... a lot..." A thin sheen of sweat glistens on my brow as I feel the nauseating throb behind me, insistently pushing against the back of my thighs. "We still... need to sort through... the living room stuff."

Otonari-san's dick, disgustingly warm against me, nudges upwards with an obnoxious persistence, pressing insistently against the cutesy white cotton of my panties.

"And records!" Ken's face lights up in sudden enthusiasm. "Remember the old vinyl player we found in that antique shop? It'll be great to listen to those classics once we set it up. Like the old city pop stuff we have."

I nod, a false smile plastered on my face as I try to steady myself. "Th-the classics... will be great," I stammer out.

My breath hitches, a soft moan seeping out against my will, as I try to step forward, to distance myself from the monstrosity creeping up under my skirt. It's too close for comfort. Nudging at my soaked panties.

"Ah, Ken, the view is so—"

Somehow, the old man behind me pushes aside the white fabric of my underwear, using only the thick head of his cock. My breath hitches, and I yelp, stumbling backward. My back slams against the wall, and I'm skewered — his cock stretching my pussy lips wide, filling me without consent or finesse.

"UHH-Ahhhhh!" The yelp is torn from my lips, echoed by the grotesque SCHLUCK as he plunges into me. It's too much, too sudden — I can feel my cunt being squished open, invaded, and claimed.

"Elizabeth?!" Ken spins around, alarm etched on his face.

I gasp, my legs trembling as I bear the unspeakable pressure inside me, the feeling of being split wide by Otonari-san's penetrative force.

"Th-there! I...thought I saw it again! The sp- But... haha... I'm okay... really!"

My words come out in halting gasps, my mind racing to find an excuse, to quell the sudden swell of heat that mingles with my shame.

"Are you sure? I can check..." Ken offers, his concern palpable as he takes a step towards me.

"No!" I rush out, my voice hoarse. "Could you... maybe ch-check the far side of the balcony?"

Ken hesitates but nods slowly. "Alright, Elizabeth, if you say so."

With Ken's back turned, I press a hand to my mouth, biting down on my lip to stifle any more sounds that threaten to betray me. I can feel Otonari-san's thick cock rooted inside me, a vile intrusion that fills me to the brim.

I'm frozen, my back flush against the plastic wall between our service yards.

My neighbor's revolting mass hunches behind me, every labored breath a gurgle of his sickening, violating desires. The gruesome pressure overwhelming my quivering body is all-consuming, the thickness of Otonari-san's cock impossible to ignore. It invades me, stretching and filling me in the most unwelcome way, my pelvic muscles straining and tensing around its girth, trying—and failing—to expel the unwelcome intrusion.

My cheeks burn with heat, betraying my turmoil as I grip my skirt, my knuckles white. The ridiculousness of being pinned by Otonari-san's grotesque erection, like some skewered piece of meat, isn't lost on me.

"Uhhnnn..." I gasp out, every part of me stretched obscenely around the swollen invader. His cock is so upturned, so unyieldingly stiff, it pushes against my insides aggressively.

Ken's footsteps approach, his voice casual. "Nice weather today, huh? Maybe after you deal with that spider..."

"AHH-hnnn—yeah, lovely weather..." My halting reply is smattered with high moans as I desperately try to lift myself off the monstrous dick splitting me open. My tiptoes barely take my weight before panic forces me back down, impaling me deeper on the pulsing member.

It feels like my stomach is being rearranged. The repugnant flesh stretches my insides further than they've ever gone, setting afire every tingly nerve center along the way. His stench, a putrid mix of sweat and mold, wraps around me from behind, drifting through the opening… like a noose tightening with every wheezing grunt that emanates from behind the plastic wall.

Otonari-san's breath, heavy and hot, froths through the gap. "Come on, Mrs. Perfect," he hisses, his voice the vile rasp of a snake. "Let's see if you've remembered how to treat your favorite neighbor."

My heart lurches—I can't scream, can't do anything but lean into this vile human barricade, praying that Ken remains none the wiser.

"Just thinking of heading to the store. Need anything?" Ken's voice is so normal, so innocent in the reverberating echo of my adulterous sin.

"N-no... Ngghh... got everything here..." It's a miracle the words come out.

Right then, Ken's hand lands gently on my shoulder. His concern is an intimate presence that'd usually be a comfort, but now it's a Molotov cocktail to my spirit.

"Or a walk—going for one now would be nice. You coming?" His suggestion is a tender tonic for any other day.

"Can't... oh, ohhh, can't move right now," I manage, my controlled grip on reality falters as I feel the pressure build inside my ravaged cunt.

The wall rattles with a loud SMACK. Disgusting! I can feel the ripple effect of Otonari-san humping against our divider, his cock sliding further up into me like some hellish battering ram.

My skin crawls, every filthy squelch reverberates through my body. I cover my mouth with both hands now, my eyes screwed shut as I ride the awful surge of repulsion and reluctant pleasure.

"Ah—mmh!" I struggle to muffle a moan, the fullness overwhelming. It's exactly like he's stretching me open, an unyielding pole shoved way deep, my insides coiling around the nauseating intrusion. My pelvic floor muscles scream, stretched too wide, filled too completely, and my stomach clenches as if repelling a foreign object.

I can't look suspicious; I can't be caught.

Ken, still so sweet, so naive, so utterly unaware of the grotesque tableau on the other side of the wall. "Elizabeth, you look a little flushed, you sure you're okay? Nothing to be embarrassed about if you need help!"

I force a smile, "Yes, I'm fine! Just the heat," I murmur, my voice unnaturally high.

"Want to go out for a walk? It's such a lovely day. Maybe it'll help you cool down a bit."

Behind me, I hear the meaty slap of flesh and the ghastly, slick noises that fill the desolate space between the yards as Otonari-san moves. It's straight-up biological, the sheer vulgarity of our flesh melding grotesquely in such close proximity to Ken. The wet suction sound of my pussy trying and failing to expel the horrid mass violating me is almost deafening.

"Elizabeth, you're shaking," Ken says, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm just a little c- cold…"

Ken's hand lands on my arm, warm and comforting. "You sure you're okay?"

"I- I'm fine," I stammer out. My voice is pitchy, high, and shaky. I'm teetering on the edge.

Ken's gaze is filled with concern, but also... something else. His eyes glint with a strange mix of curiosity.

"You... seem turned on," Ken observes, his voice low and husky.

His comment throws me off guard. "W-What?" I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You're flushed, your breathing is heavy, and you're... moaning," Ken says, the corners of his lips lifting in a small, teasing smile. "Are you... excited?"

"No! I- I'm just-" I try to come up with an excuse, but I'm cut off by a powerful thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Elizabeth, if you're feeling... adventurous, I'm game," Ken says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. A shockingly naive contrast against the backdrop of my violated cunt.

Before I can protest, Ken's lips are on mine, his hands sliding up my sides.

"I mean—AH! I—am… I mean, I—do… find you—unh!—very sexy, Ken..."

I'm leaning heavily against the wall, my hands over my mouth, as Ken's face registers concern. Each thrust from behind the wall sends shivers up my spine, the fat, grotesque cock of Otonari-san buried deep inside me.

Ken misreads my distress, his gaze softening. He leans in, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. It's everything I'd usually crave from him, but now it's laced with a sickening guilt.

"Unnhh—Mmmh!" I can't help the moans escaping into his mouth, each one matching the rhythm of Otonari-san's invasive thrusts.

Ken, oblivious, seems encouraged by my responses. His grip on my arms tightens as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. "Wow... you're really into this," he murmurs against my lips.

"Ken... k- st-" I try to say, but my plea is lost in a low whimper, my body betraying me, beginning to rock against the force of the thrusts.

He pulls back slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Elizabeth, you're moving so much..."

"Ahhh... Ken, I—"

Squelch-squelch-squelch, the sounds of my wetness, of my violation, are hopefully just quiet enough for him not to hear. Each motion from Otonari-san pushes me into Ken's embrace, my breasts knocking into my husband through my apron.

"Uhh—Nngghhnn… I love you, Ken-chan... I love, I Ngh—Love you!" I choke out.

Ken's eyes light up with love and desire.

My brain feels like it's dissolving into my skull, each thrust from behind sending electricity through my veins.

"You're so beautiful," Ken breathes, kissing me again.

My legs tremble, lifted off the ground by the force of the cock impaling me. It's monstrous, a relentless piston that drives me towards an orgasm I refuse to acknowledge.

I lean into Ken's kiss, silently pleading for forgiveness for my body's unforgivable response. I'm torn between worlds, the loving embrace of my husband and the filthy pounding from the man behind me.

The depraved situation is overwhelming. My mind is fraying at the edges as I feel the climax building, my insides coiling tightly around the invasion.

"Unnnhh... Ohhh... Ken... Ahhh!" My moans are a symphony of internal despair and external love, a twisted melody of pleasure and pain.

Ken pulls away, his hands on my face, searching my flushed features. "Elizabeth, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

My eyes brim with tears.

"Nothing's wrong... I'm just... so happy," I lie.

I'm locked in a perverse tableau, my arms wrapped around Ken, my legs trembling from the ruthless reaming bestowed upon me by the concealed Otonari-san. It's a vile rhythm set by the squelching impacts, my sobs swallowed by the deep, loving kiss of my husband.

I can feel the press of Ken's love, the weight of his adoration, tight against my skin. His eyes, deep pools of affection, lock onto mine.

"Elizabeth, I love you forever, you know that?" His words are a vow, a pledge of eternal devotion.

But even as he speaks, I sense the telltale twitch of the monster violating me from behind the wall.

"No, no, no..." I chant in my head, "Don't you dare cum in me right now!"

"Don't you dare..." I mutter inwardly, voice smothered by the pressure, "don't you dare cum in me right now!"

But the telltale twitching heralds the inevitable; I can sense the swell of that vile cock, gearing up for one last atrocity.

Ken's voice is tender, loving, "Elizabeth, you mean the world to me—forever and always."

"UHHH AHHH..." It erupts out of me—a half-scream, half-moan—my body convulsing, clenching around the loathsome flesh that fills me.

THROB. THROB. GLOOP. SPLURRRT.

I feel it—the heavy, noxious ropes shooting into my womb.

"Ughh—Ken, I—MMMFFF!" My words die in my throat as I tangle my arms around Ken, anchoring myself in his love, in his trust, even as my insides churn with the sullying slime being pumped ruthlessly into my cunt.

My legs shake and tremble as I try to cope with the repulsive flow. I squeeze my inner muscles tight, determined to keep this latest affront from dribbling down my legs. But the sickly stickiness of it defies containment.

Each jet is distinct—a heavy, sinister splat as it impacts my depths, spreading its heat like a vile infection.

"UHH, AHH," my sounds are pathetic. My mind is melting. "Oh God, oh Ken, I love you so— NGGH!"

Otonari-san's cock, that repugnant hose, twitches grotesquely, signaling another surge of old man seed. I clench desperately, trying to keep the evidence from dribbling down my legs, trying to trap the disgusting mess inside me.

Ken, still kissing me, believes my cries are for him—"You're so passionate today," he comments amid our embrace, "I love you too, so much!"

With my toes curling, my body arching, I'm torn between the warmth of my husband and the disgusting, filthy reality being shot into me from behind.

"Mmmm! Mmnnn!" My cries, muffled against Ken's lips, are a mix of loving wife and unfaithful whore.

I brace myself against the wall, feeling the slick, sickening ooze of his cum on my thighs. My heart hammers in my chest as I pray for Ken to just walk away, for this nightmare to end.

"Elizabeth?" Ken's voice slices through the thick haze of my shame as I desperately clutch at my skirt, trying to hide the sordid evidence of my violation.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the slick, warm ooze to stay within me, but it's futile. A hot gloop of cum escapes, trickling down my thigh with a mortifying squish. I swipe at it frantically, smearing it across my skin in a bold, lewd streak.

The cum bubbled around the obscene cock inside me, threatening to burst forth. I'm on the edge of panic, my breaths sharp and short.

"Huh, what's—"

Ken's phone rings, pulling his attention away. Relief surges within me, the sound a welcome reprieve. He fishes the device from his pocket, his brow furrowing as he answers the call.

I frantically pat the mess with the hem of my skirt, trying to catch the runaways. It's fumbling, clumsy, but there's no time left.

"Ungh…" I whimper, barely audible, as Otonari-san begins to withdraw. The sensation is a grotesque reverse of the earlier invasion, a disgusting pull that threatens to drag my insides out with it.

My eyes are awash with tears.

What have I done... in front of Ken...*

But Otonari-san isn't done. With a perverse relish, he thrusts back into me, a new volley of rancid cum spurting into my depths. My eyes go wide, a silent scream etched on my contorted face.

SLORP! SPLURTCH!

Ken's voice is distant, muffled by the walls and my own spiraling debauchery. "Yes? How did things end up like that? No, what I'm saying is—this needs clarification."

"Alright, I'll go there…" His voice drifts away, his presence receding with each step.

I bite back a cry, but it escapes in a choked gasp. "UHH! UGGHH!"

I'm cumming.

I can't help it—the position, with my ass up against the wall, has me on my tiptoes. It rubs all the right spots, searing through my consciousness with a depravity that's unfathomable.

Ken's voice comes again, firmer this time. "I'm heading out!"

Through the fog of my ecstasy, I see him shrugging on his blazer, his movements a distant dance. I'm being filled again, Otonari-san's cock swelling inside me, delivering a third, monstrous creampie.

"I'm going to the office for a bit…" Ken announces, oblivious to the grotesque scene hidden just inches from him.

"S-s-s-sure," I gasp, my voice a pathetic, quivering squeak.

As Ken exits, the door closing with a finality I can't bear, I slip from Otonari-san's still-thrusting dick. I collapse onto the service yard floor, my body heaving with sobs.

SPURT! SPLURCH!

The air is thick, clogged with the scent of my own shame.

My body is splayed in disarray against the wall, spasms of disgust wracking through me as the aftermath of all those creampies begin their slow, degrading escape. The cum, a vile concoction from Otonari-san's aged, fat-ridden balls now bubbles and froths from my abused cunt. Each spurt is visible, a stringy, glutinous mess that clings to my thighs like the tendrils of a jellyfish, thick and repulsive.

It's a sickly off-white, yellowing at the edges where the oxygen has hit it hardest, the color of curdled milk gone bad in the summer sun. It's chunky, the lumps a testament to the degrading force it was shot inside me with, making soft plopping noises as they hit the ground. The stench is overwhelming, an unholy mix of bleach, unwashed groin, and something darker, more insidious. It's the rotten stink of cum that's turned vile from being stored too long in the depths of wrinkled, hairy flesh.

Otonari-san's mocking voice drifts through the hole above my shoulder, each word a barbed whip lashing my already raw senses.

"Your husband is also on duty on Saturdays? How awful. Well then, how about we continue this at my place?"

Revulsion grips me, but I can barely muster the energy to respond. "There's... no way... I'll... g..."

"My doors are unlocked, so please feel free to come inside my apartment," Otonari-san says, as if inviting me to afternoon tea.

His cock reappears through the hole, a menacing serpent that reeks of sex and depravity. A long, filthy strand of cum dangles from its head, swinging like a pendulum as it nudges against my cheek, leaving a viscous smear on my skin.

"There's... n—"

—

"I- I'M C- CUMMING!"

The words tear from my throat, a raw and primal acknowledgment of the unfathomable wrongness of my ecstasy. The room is a blur of filth and depravity as Otonari-san's immense bulk pins me beneath him, grunting and heaving.

There are no clean lines or soft edges here; the room is squalid, the air thick with the stench of sweat, cum, and the sour tang of unwashed flesh.

But I don't care.

His flesh is hot and slick against mine, each thrust an eruption, each orgasm a scorching torrent that fills me to bursting. I can feel it—the glutinous warmth of another creampie, the umpteenth dose of his vile seed, injected deep within my spasming pussy.

The truth is undeniable, horrific: Ken cannot satisfy me like this lecherous beast, this repulsive creature whose sheer force and unwavering stamina tap into a dark, twisted craving I never knew I possessed.

I'm a ragdoll in Otonari-san's grasp, my limbs splayed, my eyes rolling and crossing as wave after wave of intense, filthy orgasms wash over me.

As Otonari-san grunts above me, his sweat-drenched face contorted in a grotesque mask of lust, I'm lost to the pounding of flesh on flesh, to the gutteral roars of his climax as he spills his rotten seed into me once more.

My nails claw at the threadbare fabric beneath us, every shred of my being focused on the thick, unyielding rod plundering my depths. I'm being fucked into oblivion, and as much as my soul screams in denial, my body convulses in wanton acceptance.

"I- I need it!" I confess, my hips rising to meet each of Otonari-san's brutal thrusts.

And as my body shudders under the weight of yet another soul-obliterating orgasm, I can't help but wonder: Is this my punishment? Or is this my true, depraved nature being ruthlessly uncovered by the monster who knows how to exploit it?

My clothes are strewn haphazardly across the tatami floor, my apron lies crumpled, stained white panties flung asid, my bra discarded.

Each hefty thrust draws a spectacle of physical obscenities: my body jolting, my tits—full and pale—their bounce like obscene applause for each pound of his grotesque cock. His sweaty balls slap against me, the wet echo of flesh on flesh is sickeningly loud.

My breath is ragged, my sobs punctuated by the lewd, ungainly loll of my tongue as it hangs out of a mouth too dry to scream properly.

"Y-You were supposed to leave... us... alone..." I manage to whisper, a tear streaking down my cheek. "This—wasn't our deal."

His mocking voice floats above the squelch of our colliding bodies.

"Deal?" Otonari-san's laugh is cruel, jolting through the room like an electric current. "You came here to get fucked. So I don't know what you're talking about."

"But I—" I try to protest, yet every attempt at dignity collapses with the sheer force of his pounding.

"I just showed you my dick, and you scampered over like a bitch in heat," he taunts, his fingers digging into my flesh.

SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. My body responds with a vulgar betrayal, squirting copiously with each slam of his hips.

"That's not..."

"How about you admit it already?" he grunts, his cock swelling impossibly within me.

-BLURT-

I buck underneath him, succumbing to the waves of reluctant ecstasy.

"Can't get satisfied from your husband's dick anymore?" His voice taunts me, each word underscored by his relentless fucking.

"Uunnghhh... UhhnnHHHH," I moan, the sound pathetic and broken.

"Come on," His mockery is unforgiving. "My dick is thicker and harder than his, right? How about it? Which one feels better. This one feels better, right, you cheating slut?"

My body seizes as he bottoms out, the full length of his shaft punishing inside me.

"D-don't joke around... Ken is better... of course... t-this thing is only big and it's..." The lie is clear, even to my own ears, as I feel his thick head bumping against my cervix. "Not reall... that great..."

"Stubborn, aren't we? How about I get serious?"

The squish of his sweaty flesh against me grows more insistent, his hands gripping my wrists, pinning them to the tatami. He's relentless, an engine of brute force that drives deep, slamming into me with an intensity that heralds a dark, tormented end.

"Let's see how long you can keep that lie up," His lips curl in a vile sneer, oh so close to my ear. "How long can you deny the truth, Elizabeth? This—"

My eyes glaze over as I feel him swell, twitch, throb again.

"—is where you belong."

—

"Mmmm... UUUhhhhh... AHH!"

I'm forced onto all fours, the rough texture of the tatami under my palms and knees. My breasts sway heavily below me, clapping together with every forceful jolt of his monstrous body colliding against my ass.

"Yeah, shake those titties, you fucking American whore!" My ass jiggles, the onslaught of his heavy body turning each round of flesh into a quaking mass.

"UHHhh... I'm no- not... AUUUGHH!" The words are lost in the guttural noise emanating from deep within me, my tits slapping one another audibly—fleshy sounds that betray the ferocity of each fierce ram.

"You're so pathetic," he sneers.

"UgHHHh… N-Noo..." My head hangs limply, hair matted against my sweaty face, breath tortured by each oppressive thrust.

A torrent of abuse rains down on me, "Weak, soft American housewife, made to be fucked."

My body jostles, breasts clapping in relentless applause to the degrading revelry. My nipples drag ignobly across the mats, inflamed and hypersensitive.

"Such a bad wife, breaking for my dick."

The monstrous cock rails me, animalistic and foul, dragging upward, pressing unbearably deep. I'm overwhelmed; each ferocious impact makes me splutter filthy affirmations.

"SOOoo GOOOD... ughhh... you're... STOP... hitting all... NnOO!"

"Admit it, you love this cock," Otonari-san pants, his thrusts growing uneven with his looming orgasm. "Admit it's making that tight little pussy of yours feel so good."

"Stop d- dis... NO!"

Spankkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! The sound arrives like a judge's gavel, followed by searing heat as Otonari-san's palm tattoos another red mark on my other luscious asscheek.

I whimper in response, unable to form words, my mind clouded by the raw, animal need that's overtaking me.

His cock feels immense, like it's breaching me in places I never knew existed. The pressure is unspeakable; I swear I can feel the head nudging at—and then impossibly breaching—my cervix.

"UUUUGHHHH!" I scream as I feel his semen erupt, feel it jet forward, splurting directly onto my ovaries, basting them with his vile seed. The sensation is a twisted violation, violating the innermost sanctum of my womanhood.

Another orgasm overtakes me, a cataclysmic tidal wave that obliterates my senses. My pussy convulses around him.

"UOOOH GODDDD, I…"

Otonari-san's laughter is a cruel baritone, cold and mocking. "You're getting dumber and dumber..." he gloats over the visceral orchestra of squelch and slap. "My cock's pulverizing your puny brain into cum-drunk scrambled eggs."

I can barely breathe, let alone process his words. But I know they're true.

In this moment, I am nothing but an empty vessel being filled and refilled with his disgusting pleasure.

My moans dissolve into senseless pleas for release, for reprieve, for something – anything – that might scatter the heavy shroud of lust clouding my thoughts. His grunts, thick and guttural, provide the bassline to the music.

"UUUUhhnnnghh!" I cry out, my spine arching in a desperate arc, instinctively trying to flee the relentless pounding.

"You're nothing but a sweet, clueless piece of fuck-meat, begging for my seed," he declares, punctuating every thrust with a vicious slap to my quivering ass.

"I'm CUMMING AGAIN!" My mindless declaration sets me into a maelstrom of mindless convulsions, my muscles tightening around the thick girth plundering mercilessly inside me.

My breasts, heavy and pendulous, swing forward with each brutal impact, the sound of my moist, sloshing pussy barely audible over the rhythmic clapping of my flesh.

"OOOH GOD, please... NNNGHHH!" But my anguish only fuels his fervor as he inseminates me again, his insults cutting deep.

"Stupid American,"

"Hhh—"

"Bitch housewife."

"UUUUGHHH!"

"Filthy cheating whore."

"NGHHH UUUHHHH! MMMPHHH!" I protest around a throat choked with sobs and spasms, my mind fracturing under the ceaseless assault.

With each wave of heat that floods my insides, strings of filthy wetness leak down, his thick, curdled cum decorating my thighs in a vile lace.

SPLAT.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gaping and empty – until the hot spray of his ejaculation splatters across my arched, sweat-slick back.

"Hey, ma'am," Otonari-san breathes heavily, towering above my dismantled form. "I'm gonna fuck you hard till you become honest with me."

I'm hoisted onto my back, my legs flung into the air as Otonari-san takes aim, his sperm cannon locked and ready.

"HHMF!"

With a low groan, he buries himself inside me once more, flooding my womb with another dose of his carnal poison. Each pulse that follows injects me further with a terrifying surrender.

"I'll be honest!" I choke out, sobs cutting each plea. "I'll tell the truth... so please... stop. Your dick feels way too goo—"

"Compared to your husband?"

I'm broken beneath him, a frail thing of quivering, obscene joy.

"It feels so good that my head is going crazy—" A desperate, primal sob wrenches free, "—SO, PLEASE, STOP!"

His booming laughter is a dark cloud above me.

"So you'll become my sex friend?"

A silence blooms like a toxic flower, filled with the ringing of my sobs, the pulsing aftershocks through every nerve in my body.

Finally, broken and filled beyond belief...

"I'll do it. I'll be... Your sex friend..."

SPLURRRRT...

Again, he claims me, filling me with another gooey measure of his essence, collapsing atop me, his hot, sordid breath on my neck.

"And that's a deal. As sex friends."

Each of those words, a nail in the coffin of my past life, seals the pact with one last desperate spill inside my overwrought cunt.

"The perfect sex friend," he murmurs, content.

"Y-yesh..." I reply, devoid of life, devoid of any vestige of the woman I once was.

Chapter 8: In the Lion's BedChapter Text

The digital clock by the bedside reads 11:17 p.m.

I'm standing at the door, my hand on the knob, the purple lingerie that Ken gave me—a Valentine's gift—now feels like a symbol of betrayal. It clings to my body, a reminder of my guilt, my heart pounding out of my chest.

My breath comes in gasps. I am wet, I need this.

The knock comes, soft but heavy with implication. I open the door to Otonari-san, his presumptuous paunch preceding him as he enters. His eyes immediately rake over me, lasciviously taking in the sight of the lingerie.

"You look eager, bitch," he almost purrs, his mockery plain in each syllable. "Ready to be fucked properly?"

"N- no," I stammer, but it's a lie clear even to my own ears.

Otonari-san smirks. "Don't lie. You wanted this."

"I— I just thought maybe—" I try to argue back, but my words falter in my throat. "We can d- do it downstairs… instead…"

He cuts me off, his arm snaking around me, pulling me close. "On the couch? You think you can control this, control me? You can't even control yourself."

I tremble under his grip. "Ken is sleeping. We can't do it in... in our bedroom."

"Why not?" he counters quickly, his voice cruel. "You can feel how much better I am than your husband."

That comment sets a blaze inside me. I shiver, and not from the cold.

It's late, Ken is snoring softly upstairs, innocent and unaware. I'm guilt-riddled, shame eating at the fringes of my excitement. I led Ken to drink a bit more sake tonight, nudged by Otonari-san's requests, his desire to have me in my own home, in my own bed.

I should fight this, push against it. Surely, he would've been happy with just another daytime tryst.

He laughs, "We'll do it in your bed, next to him. He won't know a thing... because he's oblivious. Oblivious to how bad his wife really needs it."

"Please, don't joke about this," I plead, my voice barely above a whimper. "It's not... I can't..."

But Otonari-san is in control; he always has been. He marches me upstairs.

"Ready to cuckold your husband?"

"That's not— I'm not—"

"You're a bad wife, aren't you?" His voice booms a little too loud. "Cuckolding your man with a fat, ugly bastard like me."

Each of his words stings, leaving internal welts that throb with a mixture of truth and degradation.

Otonari-san pushes me into the bedroomroom. I can see Ken's peaceful, slumbering form.

"See? He's totally out. He won't know that I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right next to him," Otonari-san taunts, the vulgarity of his intent making me dizzy.

I turn to face him, my eyes instinctively landing on the bulge in his trousers. It's obscene, the outline of his erection barely contained.

"Can't—can't we just... ugh, Ken could wake up..."

Otonari-san's only response is to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "But I know you don't want that. You crave this cock, don't you?"

I whimper, looking away, but he's relentless.

"Admit it. You're dripping just thinking about it." He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Isn't that right, you little slut?"

I stand there, shivering beneath his towering presence, my voice barely a murmur as I look into his eyes. "Y-you're... insane..."

Otonari-san just chuckles, his deep voice resonating through the quiet room. "Exciting, isn't it?"

The blush on my cheeks betraying my inner turmoil.

He makes a show of undressing, his fingers clumsy on the buttons of his shirt. He doesn't hide his large form; he knows, in some sick way, that it's the enormity of him—the domination—that ensnares me. With every garment he discards, he is utterly shameless, completely aware that he is not just unclothing himself but stripping away my willpower bit by bit.

"Scared, huh?" he taunts, the fabric of his shirt hitting the floor with a soft thud. "This big fat cock intimidates you, doesn't it?"

I can't tear my gaze away, the car crash of his nakedness impossible to ignore as his pants join the growing pile on the floor. And then, the final barrier—his briefs—peeled away with a chuckle that knots my stomach. I'm transfixed, horrified, by the obscene slap of his fat cock as it springs free, bobbing with a heinous arrogance.

That repugnant member of his, the vile appendage that haunts my filthiest nightmares, hangs heavily between his thighs. It's thick, grotesquely veined, its girth an abominable affront to decency. The head is swollen, the color of overripe fruit, beading with precum that catches the dim bedroom light in sickly pearls.

The room seems to shrink around me, the very air charged with a toxic intensity as his thick member pulses in the half-light. The stench of him, that unmistakable aroma of sweat, dried semen, and something sour, invades my nostrils, colluding with the sight to fill me with revulsion… and something else.

I can't help but glance at Ken, sleeping so peacefully. My mind is a whirlwind, a chaotic crawl through memories with him. The morning he surprised me with breakfast in bed, the tender way he'd cared for me when I was sick, his soft, loving whispers in the dark...

A deep grunt from behind pulls me from my reverie as Otonari-san's hands envelop my large, trembling breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the purple lacy bra.

"By the way," he murmurs directly into my ear, his breath hot and humid. "When's the last time you had sex with your husband?"

"L-l... last week?" I stammer.

He presses his body against me, his grotesque flesh mashing against mine. "Even though you do it with me every day?"

The sensation of his fingers fiercely tweaking my nipples almost eclipses his words—almost. The pressure is intense, rough, and unapologetic. The weight of his hands on my E-cup breasts makes them jiggle obscenely, the lace of my bra offering scant resistance against the lewd manipulation of my flesh.

"Because you forced me into it! You p- pervert!"

His laughter is dark, close. "Is that so?" And then his fingers pinch down hard, a cruel tweak that sends jolts straight to my core.

This situation has gone beyond my control. Otonari-san maneuvers me over our marital bed, pushing me over until my hands press against the comforter and my feet firmly on the ground. My head is turned, eyes on Ken's blissfully ignorant form. It's perverse, this act—the bed where Ken and I have shared intimate moments, where soft kisses and gentle touches were exchanged.

The reflection from the dresser mirror is like a grotesque panoramic view of my infidelity—me, quivering and exposed; him, dominating and enormous; Ken, blissfully unaware in slumber.

"You really want to watch your husband sleep while you get it from a real man, huh?"

I clench my fists in the softness of the sheets, trying to ignore the heat flaming across my cheeks. My heart hammers as my breasts dangle heavily, brushing against the crisp bedspread. I shut my eyes.

"Look at him!" Otonari-san snaps, and I jerk my head up to find Ken's sleeping face again.

Then Otonari-san's hands are on my panties, yanking them down so fiercely the elastic bites into my soft hips.

"Nice view here," Otonari-san leers, and his cock—his impossibly large, grotesque member—slaps against my asscheeks with a force that jostles my entire body. "You feel that? My big cock ready to split you open."

The cool air of the room kisses the wet heat between my thighs, a stark contrast to the feverish anticipation bubbling within me. His breath is close and suffocating.

My entire form rebels, a shaking rage wrapped into a cruel, tight ball of desire. "I— Don't want to w-want it... I don't—"

"You're soaking already," he jeers, kneading my buttocks, then spreading them to make me feel the exposed cool air hit my hot, slick slit.

"F- fuck you," I whisper, but it's as hollow as I feel—a gossamer thread unraveling into nothingness.

"You're just a weak, needy wench, craving this fat old cock all the time," he sneers, slapping my rear with a harsh SMACK that echoes through the room. I feel his erection, hot and throbbing, slide between my ass cheeks, greased by the slickness of his pre-cum.

"N-no..."

"You don't have to pretend," he chuckles, pressing the head of his stomach-churning dick against my pussy lips. "I enjoy watching you squirm. Just admit you can't handle not having my cock inside you."

My body betrays me again, responding to his depraved words, my pussy twitching with that dark, needy hunger. He bullies and mocks, and I find myself crumbling under the weight of it all.

"Please... just... just put it in," I plead, my voice half-sob, half-moan.

With a filthy snicker, he responds, pressing the tip of his organ against me. He uses my swollen lips to polish his vile member, a defiling act that seems to steal the oxygen from the room.

When he finally does it—when that bloated monstrosity pierces me, filling me to the brim—it's with a single, rough shove. My mind goes blank, all my senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being so fully crammed.

There's a strange, twisted sense of completion as he grinds it in, deeper, stretching, spreading me wide open.

Otonari-san is inside me now, thick and commanding. My legs buck from the impact, toes curling into the hardwood floor as my voice splinters into a muffled whimper.

His hands grip my hips with a lecherous assurance, the action itself an unwelcome caress full of ownership.

SQUITCH, SQUITCH, SQUITCH—his meaty shaft slides home with vigorous, ruthless strokes, each plunge met with squirts of my shameful arousal.

"He-he-HEH! Quite a hot, needy mess you are tonight... mMMm..." Otonari-san grunts above me, delighted by the molten slickness he's churning from within my sopping core. "MMMMMMM...!"

"Please... be- ngh- quiet..." I stifle my whimpers into the bedsheets, trying to keep my shameful moans to myself. "UNngh- guh-"

With a grunt that reverberates through the room, Otonari-san drives into me again, his massive, fat erection impaling me with a sickening squelch. Each thrust is a stroke of filth, reaching places Ken has never touched, sending a disgusting pleasure rippling through my insides.

"Mmmm, you like that?" he goads, looking down at me with depraved satisfaction as I'm bent over our marriage bed, absolutely debased.

"Uh—Mmmf... please, not so loud..." I manage to stifle a moan, my hands clenching the sheets as he pounds away. Each movement of his hips sends my jiggling body into a desperate dance of embarrassment and need.

Squelch squelch squelch— my needy, sopping pussy doesn't stand a chance against the barrage, squirting uncontrollably as he brutalizes every sensitive spot.

"URGHH… MMMM..." his grunts are guttural, empowered, heavy with satisfaction and conquest. "Gone too dumb to muster a complete sentence now? AHH...MMM... ain't I giving it you good?"

The squelch and splat of my needy, dripping cunt increase beneath his onslaught, the protrusion of his bloated dick hammering through my tender, swollen labia—each motion dragging, then mashing into me, hitting spots deep inside that leave my head clouded, my resolve weakening.

"HHNGG... please, less rough... I can't... I'm gonna—" I beg, but it only spurs him on.

"Ahhh, getting close? Just admit that you love being fucked like an animal, with your husband asleep over there!" His voice, a wicked purr, pushes me to the brink.

"NOO, I c-can't—AUHHHH!" I scream into the pillow, my entire being shattering as he slams home with a triumphant growl.

"MHMMF!"

"Oh, you're enjoying this more because he's here, isn't it?"

My back arches as his words carve through the fog of my climax, a harsh truth that ignites a strange, perverse thrill in my core.

"Y-yes... ahhh, yes... I'm disgusting! I— I'm cumming AGAIN!"

His grunts intensify with the sound of our filthy coupling. "OOOHH... Yeah, you're a dirty, cheating slut... isn't that right?"

"Ugh—UHHH!"

The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts, my body quaking and squirming, helpless in the grip of such raw, brutal ecstasy.

My inhibitions are shredding, tearing apart at the seams under the brutal bombardment of Otonari-san's pounding. He's shifted our position—sideways now, across the bed—granting him even deeper access.

"OOOOH, fucking hell, you're so tight!"

The sight of his fat, old, ugly body, glistening with the exertion of pounding my pussy, sticks to the back of my brain. His horrendous cock, an instrument of my disgrace, is the only thing that keeps me anchored to this reprehensible act.

"GUHH, AAH... MMMMM!" His grunts, thick with satisfaction, fill the room, matching the wild pulsing of his cock inside my gushing cunt.

The blankets are in my mouth now, gripped by one hand as the other clutches the bedsheet—a lifeline to muffle my incessant moans.

My breasts—these large, ridiculous udders—have flopped from the confines of my bra. They are sweat-slick, slapping against each other with such force that they raise red marks on my pale skin. With every slap, they mimic the beating rhythm of Otonari-san's obscene shaft splitting me open.

"MMPPPPHHH! HHHHNGHMMM!" I cry out, into the sheets, where hopefully it is quieted enough to keep Ken from waking.

His hand slams down onto my ass with another mocking SLAP, causing my body to quake.

"Y-you were supposed to..." I murmur, my will unraveling. "Leave... us... alone..."

"But you love this, don't you? You NEED this, even while your hubby's sleeping just there..."

I can only respond with choked whelps, my head shaking in slight twitches, as if dissociating from my pleasure-wracked body. I collapse with a choking gasp, my face slammed into the bedsheets, my breasts mashed beneath me in obscene splendor, quivering with his ravaging moments.

Ken stirs—a nightmare forming—my heart a tight drum in my chest.

Please, Ken, please don't wake up.

And then, I'm flipped onto my back.

In this position, my tits wobble outward, floppy and flattened. He latches his mouth onto one, a grotesque, drooling monster slobbering over my skin.

"What will you—d-do if he wakes up?" I plead in a whispered murmur between desperate, breathy gasps.

Otonari-san doesn't answer, just keeps up his relentless pace, relishing in the squelching thud-thud-thud of his hips meeting mine.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum—it's alright if I cum inside you, right?" He says conversationally, looking down at me with a glib, obscene leer.

"NO!" I gasp out, terror sizzling through my sweat-drenched body. "It's not a safe day!"

"Too bad," he growls, collapsing atop me in his full, horrifying mass—flesh upon flesh—pinning me beneath him like some unfortunate bug squashed on the windscreen of fate.

His cock—the invading monstrosity—twists, writhes, throbs.

"NO—NOT INSIDE—"

Throb, *throb, THROB—each spasm sends a volley of hot, sticky cum deep into my shocked core.

"UUGHHH—the jghhh—hhhhff!" The first jet catches me by surprise, a thick, searing stripe of seminal filth hosed up into my trembling womb. The next squirt is heavier, more substantial, as if carrying the pulp of his depraved desire along. Each heavy squirt of his cum fills me with a rod of grouped warmth, an unwelcome invasion.

By the fifth sticky blast, I'm nearly delirious, my consciousness slipping away under the tidal weight of his expelled seed. Each wretched spurt tingles through my insides, a fresh branding of my deepest parts. I let out a quivering sob as Otonari-san grins down at me, full of menacing intent.

"Here we go again," he says, a voice laden with depravity, and I brace myself for the next round of torment.

He thrusts—UGH, UGH—and a cascade of unethical pleasure erupts within me.

"OH—GOD—PLEASE!" The bed groans in protest as the onslaught continues, my senses ablaze with the pulsating rhythm.

Otonari-san's voice is a torrent of filth, each word a ravenous bite at my dignity. "You like looking at Ken while you're getting fucked?" he mocks, burying himself to the hilt. And with each slap of his heavy gut against my ass—for those are full, wet sounds that fill the room with their depravity—I can't quell the heat that flares within me.

And he knows.

"MMMMM! HrrRRGHHH!" Each thrust carries the complete disregard of a man consumed by his appetite. Otonari-san hammers away relentlessly, pulverizing me with his engorged lust as a nauseating glee bubbles within him. "NGGH... mmmgh... damn you..."

"Ah, what's that whimper? You WANT to get knocked UP?" Otonari-san's jeers are thick with taunting delight.

"AHHHH! NOO!"

Another volley of cum shoots deep, his balls smacking against my ass with an oozing splat. "GET! KNOCKED! UP!"

Squelch, squelch, squelch—the sound of my creamy, packed pussy whines with every new creaming.

"W- wait, you're still going—I said we'd just have sex once today!" I panic, though my pleading is weak, my cognition fading into ecstasy.

Otonari-san laughs. "But ma'am, you're still unsatisfied, right? I can feel your cunt clenching for more..."

"Mmmff... nghhh... maybe…"

And then he's making out with me, his saliva-dripping mouth engulfing mine, lying FULLY beside me. Our moans fuse into a sinful chorus, my husband's snores barely a backdrop to the obscene duet we compose.

Even as the sopping squelch of his cock plunging back and forth accompanies this vile exchange, even as the slick sheets crinkle beneath us, soaked with the tangible proof of our carnality, I can't find the will or the wan to cease—succumbing to the depravity.

"AHH... your dick... it's so ghnnn... amazing... it's making me go... go dumb..." I confess between breaths, my entire body contorting to accommodate his relentless pounding.

Ken stirs, shifting in his sleep to drape an arm around me. I stiffen, rigid with terror as warm flesh encompasses me—a sensation so familiar and yet, in this moment, terrifying.

"S- stop!" I beg, and for once, my neighbor does. Otonari-san halts, frozen above me. His massive cock is still buried inside, twitching, spurting tiny gushes of cum that balloon out around his width.

"Ah—" Ken murmurs, sleepily.

I hold my breath, my vision tunneled, a prayer whispered from my heart to any god who'd listen.

"Not now, not now..."

And then, mercifully, Ken's breathing evens out once more, his body settling back into the deepest realms of slumber, his arm a deceptive promise of safety across my quivering form.

Tears, unabating, wet the pillow under my head. I'm hating myself for the relief that floods me, for the pleasure that doesn't stop echoing all through my wrecked body.

"—Nghgh—" Otonari-san's wet, hungry mouth claims mine, sloppy and dominating.

Ken mumbles into my hair, "Mm, love you..." and rolls over again, pulling me back against his chest, locking me in place as I quiver between two men—the husband I love and the monster I'm unable to resist.

Otonari-san continues his brutal assault, each repulsive slap-slap-slap of his grotesque flesh colliding with mine only driving home my shame. The sounds are a cacophony of depravity—wet, squelching thrusts that echo obscenely in the room mixed with his taunting, vile voice.

"Seems like you're enjoying being sandwiched between me and your clueless hubby, huh?" Otonari-san grunts, his voice filled with cruel glee. "What would he say if he saw his precious wife now?"

Ken's arm is snug around me, the intimacy appalling given the context. Otonari-san takes my nipple into his mouth, his saliva slick on my skin, further soiling the tenderness there.

Slap, slap, slap—his heavy testicles hit my ass with every thrust. Squelch, squelch, squelch—the sounds of our wet, sticky union.

"Slow down, you'll wake him... please," I beg, my voice desperate and hushed amidst the crescendo of my own breaking body. But Otonari-san's only answer is a wanton increase in tempo, his balls slapping harder, heavy with the apparent task of breeding me.

Ken stirs again, his slumber disturbed by my rocking, but it's only a yawn, a deepened breath, a shift back toward deeper dreams.

"You gonna cum again, huh? Squirt for me," Otonari-san growls in a tone laden with vulgarity, his mouth still latched onto my breast. There's no avoiding it; my body is his plaything.

The worries of waking Ken are drowned by another wave of forbidden climaxes. "I'm sorry," I pant, my grip on Ken's hand tightening as orgasm after orgasm wrack my body, my mind blanking out, slipping further from the woman I once was.

With a climactic surge, Otonari-san buries himself deep, his cock spasming within me as he delivers another creampie, each thick, hot spurt of his seed a declaration of his conquest.

"Uhh... Uhhh..." The orgasm rips through me, my body spasming, my mind melting away under the intensity of his filling.

I can feel it, the weight of his cum settling deep within my womb. Otonari-san's laughter is a dark chorus to the lewd squish of his satisfaction leaking out, the slick trail down my thighs an undeniable sign of my defilement.

"Get pregnant, you slut," he taunts, grinning as I quake beneath him, his words cutting deeper than the semen he pumps into me.

Tears streak down my face as his words slice through me. The thick ooze of his semen drips from my overfilled pussy, making a sordid mess of the sheets.

I bite back the sob that threatens to escape, clinging to Ken's hand as if it could anchor me to some semblance of reality.

I pant, my breath smelling of sex and submission.

"Please, I want more... I can't stop."

"Another round? Tell me you want it," Otonari-san teases, his breathing erratic with lust.

My response is a broken, "Yes... give it to me... Please, I need it."

I confess, my hands clawing at the bed, holding onto Ken as if he could anchor me in this maelstrom of degradation.

And he complies, his cock relentless, stirring the viscous puddle he's created inside me. With each thrust, I feel myself slipping further, becoming nothing more than an instrument of his vile pleasure.

SPLURRRT... Another load paints my insides, and I feel pregnant with the weight of his vulgar intention.

"UHHH... YES... like that... I'm your good little slut..." My voice cracks, my soul splintering with each confession.

Otonari-san's cruel laughter fills the room as he continues to use me, his hands gripping my hips with possessive strength.

Finally, he collapses onto me, his sweat mingling with the filth on my back, his breath hot on my neck.

"And that's the deal," he growls softly, "As sex friends. You will satisfy me every day."

I lie there, a sobbing, panting, cum-stained mess, utterly spent body and broken spirit, next to Ken, the husband I have now undoubtedly, unequivocally betrayed.

"Y-yesh," I whisper.

The MILF & the Menaceaphrodite_tgSummary:

Emily, a dedicated nurse and devoted single mother, finds herself ensnared in a web woven by her son's horrid bully.

This is a "Mom NTR" style story, another of my series inspired by various hentai comics. This was the inspiration for this one: /g/461838/

Chapter 1: TriageChapter Text

"Code blue, room 305," the voice over the intercom is crisp, and my feet are in motion before my brain can fully register the urgency of the call.

I weave through the bustling hospital corridors, the scent of antiseptic and a hint of fear filling my nostrils.

"Emily, we got this," Marla, another seasoned nurse, grabs my arm as I reach room 305, her face serious. "Your kid needs you more right now."

The mention of Alex sends a jolt through me. My son. My eighteen-year-old kid with a broken leg, lying in a hospital bed instead of enjoying his senior year. I feel a pang of guilt for almost forgetting him in the wake of the emergency.

"Thanks, Marla," I manage, hurrying back to my son's room.

Alex is propped up on his bed, a scowl etching its way across his young face as he struggles with the TV remote. His leg, swollen and encased in a white cast, rests on a raised platform. He looks up as I enter, irritation quickly replaced by relief.

"Mom, this stupid thing won't..." he starts to complain, but I cut him off.

"Alex, you need to rest. Your bones haven't joined together yet," I tell him, my voice gentle but firm. He huffs, but falls silent as I adjust his pillows and check his vitals.

Hastily adjusting Alex's pillows for the last time, I turn to leave when I feel a hand brush against my butt. I jolt in surprise, spinning around to face Jake Marshall, lying in the bed next to Alex's. His good hand quickly gets down from where it strayed.

"Hey, don't touch mom there!" Alex exclaims, his face reddening.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter, didn't mean to," Jake says innocently. His grin is cheeky.

"Hey now, Jake. You're able-bodied enough to respect personal space." I chide him lightly. "Aren't you almost fully recovered now?"

The next words out of Jake's mouth render me speechless. "Mrs. Carter, I need your help," he begins, flashing his injured right arm, his grin still intact, "I need to take a piss and with this splint, it's really hard…"

A moment later, my face is rivaling a tomato in its hue. Jake is shamelessly unzipping his pants, pulling out his massive cock with a casual ease that makes my head spin. It's flaccid but still, the size is... intimidating.

"Jake!" Alex practically screams, and this time, I'm right there with him. "Put that away!"

But Jake only grins wider. "I'd love to, really, but I need your mom's help. My right hand's no good, and I need two hands to hold this beast to pee."

"Get out, Jake! Do whatever you need to do on your own!" I snap, my cheeks burning as I firmly point towards the bathroom door.

He gets up, chuckling, and says, "Aw, you're no fun," before sauntering towards the entrance.

Flinging back the curtains around Alex's bed, I try to mold my face into a calm mask despite the knot in my stomach and flushed face.

"Are you okay, Alex?" I ask, looking at him seriously.

"Yeah, Mom," he mumbles, looking down at his cast. "I just... I don't like Jake."

"I know, sweetie." I reply gently, absently smoothing his dark hair. "He... he's a handful."

"A handful?" Alex snorts. "He's a jerk, Mom. A bully."

My heart sinks a little. The rumors of Jake's temper have reached even inside the hospital walls. "He fell off his bike, just like you," I respond.

Alex scoffs. "He was in a fight, Mom. He fights all the time. I've seen it."

My brow furrows. "Really, Alex? That's serious."

"I know it is, Mom." He looks at me with wide, earnest eyes. "And you shouldn't be too light with him, okay? I don't trust him."

I give him a long look, taking in his seriousness. "I'll keep that in mind, Alex."

"Promise?"

My heart swells for my son, all grown-up yet still needing my assurance. "Promise."

—

"The hospital is quiet, save for the soft murmurs of late-night staff and the occasional beep of a machine. I'm on my knees, the cold tiles of the men's bathroom numbing my skin through my nurse's uniform. The taste of Jake's cock is overwhelming, a mix of salty sweat, skin, and betrayal.

I glance up, my eyes meeting Jake's. His icy blue gaze is filled with barely concealed triumph, his lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk. The sight of him, standing over me, his cock buried in my mouth, sends an unexpected shudder through me. I'm not just a nurse to him, but a woman, a conquest.

"Damn, Mrs. Carter," Jake's voice is low, filled with mockery and satisfaction, "You've gotten so much better at this."

He's holding his phone, the screen lighting up his face, making his eyes gleam. I pull back, my lips sliding off his cock with a wet pop.

"What's with the phone, Jake?" I ask, my voice hoarse and breathless.

His smile widens, and he leans down, pressing his free hand to the back of my head. "Well, you were quite nasty to me this morning," he says smoothly, pushing me back onto his cock. I stifle a gag as it hits the back of my throat. "It hurt my feelings." He keeps his tone conversational even as I struggle to breathe around his dick.

I pull back, gasping and coughing, wiping my mouth hurriedly. "Jake, but seriously," I start, my voice shaky, "we can't keep doing this."

His laughter is harsh, mocking. "Huh? You're the one who started it," he retorts.

Anger flares up in me. "That's not true! You asked me to help you in the bathroom a few days ago! And I fell for it!"

"And if anyone sees that video of you holding your male patient's hard cock... well," Jake's smirk returns, more sinister now, "They'll think something different, won't they?"

The threat hangs in the air, heavy and damning. My mind races, imagining the repercussions. My reputation, my job, my son... all endangered by one moment of foolishness.

"What would poor little Alex think?" Jake's voice is soft now, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

I stare at him, my heart pounding, my mind a whirl of fear and regret. I know I've stepped into a dangerous game, and Jake holds all the cards. I can only hope that I can find a way out before it's too late.

"You're a scumbag, Jake," I say.

He gives a shrug, pulling at the waistband of my scrubs. "So you've said. Now if you understand your position, take off your pants and put your hands on the sink."

Before I can process the rest of his words, I find myself complying, my scrubs puddling around my ankles.

He lets out a low whistle of approval. "What a juicy MILF ass, Mrs. Carter," he chuckles, and I feel his warm hand give my butt a gentle pat. It wobbles from the sudden contact, prompting another soft laugh from Jake.

"Condom," I remind him, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. I hear the rustle of the wrapper before the sound of latex unrolling.

Then, his hands are on my ass again, pulling me closer to him. I feel his cock, huge and hard, draped between my ass cheeks. I glance back, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. It's an obscene image, but at least he's wearing the condom.

"Jake, just..." I pause, swallowing hard before continuing, "Put it in already." Get this over with.

The words hang in the air, and I hear his chuckle again, low and satisfied.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Carter," he replies, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Just following doctor's orders."

The slow build of pressure is unbearable, as the head of Jake's condom sheathed cock nudges against my pussy lips. My body tenses, bracing itself, and then, with one forceful push, he's in. The stretch is intense, his girthy length filling me, spreading me wide.

I let out a whimper, my breath hitching in my throat as Jake buries himself deep inside me. The squelching sound of his thrusts fills the small bathroom, echoing off the cold tile walls. His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust.

I think of Alex, lying in his hospital bed just rooms away, probably asleep, oblivious to his mother's betrayal. His bully, who he so detests, is here, fucking his mother senseless in the hospital bathroom. And all I can hope for is that Jake leaves the hospital soon, that these humiliating meetings will finally end.

"Unbutton your scrub top, Mrs. Carter. I want to see those big fat titties bounce," Jake's voice is a low growl in my ear.

Fingers trembling, I reach up and slowly unbutton my top. My breasts spill out, heavy and full, jiggling with each merciless thrust of Jake's cock. A soft moan escapes my lips as Jake's hands fondle my breasts, his fingers tweaking and pulling at my nipples.

He's hitting deep inside me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. My eyes roll back in my head, the intensity of it all overwhelming.

"You know, Mrs. Carter," Jake murmurs, his voice cocky and too close to my ear. "You never had an orgasm before you slept with me, remember?"

"N-no," I whimper, the lie catching in my throat with every powerful thrust. But it is true, I had't had an orgasm since my husband passed away.

"Look at how tightly your pussy is squeezing me. You like it, don't you?" he asks, as his hand comes down on my ass with a loud smack.

"N-no way—"

"You take such good care of your body, Mrs. Carter. Your big ass, your huge tits… You're so fucking hot," he continues, his voice a low growl. "You know, it would feel even better without the condom."

My heart skips a beat. "N-no way..."

"We'll see..."

I'm in his lap now, my legs straddling his thighs as I desperately try to find my footing on the slimy cold floor. Jake's hands come to rest on my hips, gripping the soft flesh, using his hold to guide me up and down his cock.

My large breasts are bouncing with the momentum, the heavy vibration of each jiggle sending sharp twitches of pleasure surging through my nerves. With one hand, I try to hold my tits, attempting to minimize their movement. They're big, heavy, and their uninhibited bouncing during our frenzied rhythm starts to ache.

I bite down hard on my palm to hold back the growing moans as Jake's cock hits my G-spot, over and over. The intense pressure starts to build up from the pit of my stomach, radiating outward in waves.

"No," I rasp out, "I - I can't -"

Then it happens. The pressure mounting up inside me suddenly explodes in a rush of indescribable pleasure. I whine into my hand as the orgasm hits me, my body clenching tight around his cock.

I try to muffle my cries, pressing my face into the crook of my elbow, but Jake's laughing, mocking me like a predator that's caught his prey.

"Couldn't hold it in, huh? You came so hard on my cock... how pathetic," Jake taunts, his smug voice slicing through my daze.

Before I can collect myself, I find myself bent over the sink again, his cock slamming back into me. My breasts sway with every one of Jake's harsh, relentless thrusts.

His mouth is next to my ear again, and he's saying, "You know, Mrs. Carter, you're too easy on that boy of yours... your little Alex. He's a loser."

His thrusts grow more erratic, his grip tightening on my hips. Then, with a final, hard thrust and a guttural grunt, he cums. I feel his cock twitch inside me, the condom inflating with his hot, thick sperm. Each pulse sends a jolt through my body, the sensation a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort.

On shaky legs, I obediently kneel before him, my face burning with shame and humiliation.

"Stop talking shit about Alex," I protest weakly, my voice trembling. "He's strong… He's a good boy."

Jake doesn't even seem to hear me. Instead, he's busy pulling the condom off his softening cock. It dangles from his fingers, bloated and heavy with his cum. He gives me a twisted grin, turning the open end of the condom upside down.

It happens too quickly for me to react. A thick glob of cum, hot and stinking, splatters against my face. I gasp, a glob of jizz sliding down my cheek, the smell of latex and semen filling my nostrils.

"No, not in my hair!" I plead, my voice rising in disgust, but it's too late. Jake has already dumped a portion of his cum onto my ebony locks, ruining its shine with the sticky mess.

He snickers, dropping the remainder of the condom onto my cum-splattered face, and I flinch, feeling it slap wetly against my skin. Then, he pulls out his phone again and takes another photo. My face flushes crimson under his gaze, my heart aching at the utter humiliation.

He smirks down at me. "Just imagine if little Alex could see his pretty mom now. Wouldn't that be a sight?"

His laughter echoes through the room, a cruel, mocking sound that I'm sure will haunt my dreams.

—

Snuggled up with his book, Alex barely looks up as Jake saunters over, his grin nearly splitting his face in two.

"Hey, newbie!" He says with a false geniality that sets Alex's teeth on edge. "Brought you a late-night gift."

"Go away, Jake." Alex says. "Your gifts are never anything good."

Instead of getting upset, Jake's grin only widens. "This one's different, though," he says, pulling out his phone. "You'll thank me."

Grumbling, Alex hesitantly stretches out his hand. On the screen is a woman, her huge tits swollen and heaving, with some man's cock buried inside her from behind.

The woman's face is blurred.

Alex's cheeks turn scarlet, but he can't look away. "Wh-what is this? You're showing me porn?"

"I took it in the hospital!" Jake boasts, his eyes gleaming triumphantly in the dim light, an obvious adrenaline rush coursing through his veins.

"What?!" Alex splutters, snatching the phone from Jake's hand again, disbelief etched on his face.

"There's some pretty decent tail in this place," Jake says nonchalantly. "This one, she really got into it. You should see her tits clap, man. So big."

Alex freezes, stunned. He almost chokes at Jake's next words.

"Wanna see more? Give me your address. I'll send you the full video." Jake smirks.

Alex blushes as he types in his address, a strange heat flaring within his guts. His hands are trembling as he hands Jake's phone back.

"Just doing my fellow man a solid. Oh, there's one more," Jake says, his grin stretching wider. He flips through the phone, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Alex's heart pounds in his chest as Jake hands him the phone again. The image on the screen makes his stomach turn.

It's the same woman, her face a mess of off-white streaks. Thick, stringy globs of cum are smeared across her face, gluing strands of her hair to her skin. One of her eyes is squinted shut, encrusted with the sticky mess. The other one, wide and shocked, is open. A used condom slapped onto her cheek completes the sickening image.

"A disgusting woman, isn't she?" Jake's voice cuts through his shock, sending a shiver down his spine. "Imagine what kind of a nurse lets a guy like me do that to her face."

Despite his revulsion,Alex finds his eyes glued to the photo. His face heats up in a fierce blush. He doesn't want to look, but he can't tear his eyes away.

He gulps as Jake plucks his phone from his fingers. "Video sent," Jake says, standing up.

Chapter 2: ContagionChapter Text

(11:02 PM) Jake: Got another one for you, man

(11:05 PM) Alex: I told you I'm not interested.

(11:06 PM) Jake: Sure you aren't

(11:07 PM) Jake: [Attachment: ]

(11:07 PM) Jake: She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen on a nurse

(11:08 PM) Alex: What the hell, Jake!

(11:09 PM) Jake: Yup. Same nurse. Told you she's a freak

(11:10 PM) Alex: She has huge boobs...

(11:10 PM) Jake: They're fucking cantaloupes, dude

(11:11 PM) Jake: [Attachment: 4]

(11:15 PM) Alex: Damn, dude. Why are you even in the hospital if you can do that with your bandaged hand?

(11:15 PM) Jake: It's the healing power of big milf tits, bro. 100% natural

(11:16 PM) Alex: That's disgusting

(11:16 PM) Jake: Don't lie. You're wanking to it, aren't you?

(11:17 PM) Alex: No, I'm not!

(11:18 PM) Jake: Sure, Alex, sure

(11:18 PM) Alex: This is sick, Jake. You're sick.

(11:19 PM) Jake: And you're a prude

(11:20 PM) Alex: I'm gonna report you. You'll get in trouble.

(11:22 PM) Jake: I'm sure.

(11:23 PM) Alex: You're a bully, Jake. You always have been.

(11:25 PM) Jake: And you're a loser, Alex. You always have been.

(11:30 PM) Jake: Goodnight, Alex. Don't touch yourself too much thinking about those milf tits

(11:33 PM) Alex: Shut up, Jake.

(11:33 PM) Jake: Don't stay up too late, getting off to my leftovers, bro.

—

It's been a long, draining day and my body feels like it's made of lead. Bedpans to empty, IV lines to replace, countless patients to bathe and feed — and that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Each nameless task is physically demanding, but none of them are as crushing as the secret I've been carrying. It feels like a dark cloud, oppressive and unrelenting, consuming my thoughts and overshadowing everything else.

Jake Marshall.

The name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. That cocky grin, those cunning eyes, the well-memorized lines he regurgitates for my benefit. The horrid boy acts like he's tamed a wild stallion, and the worst part is, I sometimes feel like I am one.

His taunts ring in my ears, his touch ingrained in my skin. It's a constant loop I'm ensnared in, and I can't seem to find a way out.

A flush creeps up my face as I think about the level of Jake's dominance over me. It's... wrong. It's horrid. It's a sick torment I find myself half-dreading, half-anticipating.

"Emily?" The sharp tone pulls me out of my thoughts. It's Linda, a fellow nurse, glaring at me over her glasses. "You're making a mess with that IV."

I startle, realizing that I've been absentmindedly looping the IV line around my little finger.

"Sorry, Linda," I mumble apologetically, hastily fixing my mistake.

"No need to apologize, dear," she says, her voice kinder now. "Just be careful next time. Anyway, I'll handle Mr. Johnson. You look like you need a break."

"Alright, thank you, Linda," I say gratefully.

Resuming my tasks, I glance down at my phone as it pings. It's a message from Jake.

"Come to my room. Now," it reads.

My heart hammers in my chest. It's late, nearly the end of my shift, and I know Jake won't take no for an answer. Not unless I want the whole hospital to discover our secret.

I cast a glance at Linda, who is engrossed in taking Mr. Johnson's vitals. I send her a weak smile, which she returns with a nod.

"I need to check on something," I tell her simply, leaving my clipboard on the counter and slipping out of the room.

I feel a shiver run down my spine. I glance around nervously, but the corridor is deserted. Taking a deep breath, I head towards room 217.

Jake is waiting in the dimly lit room, a smirk playing on his lips. He glances at his watch as I step inside, his smirk widening.

"You're late, Mrs. Carter."

"Cut the crap, Jake. What do you want?"

He grins, like a cat that got the cream. "I need to check on you. Need to make sure you're in good health. You're looking a little tired!"

I stare at him, disbelief etched on my face. "What?"

He chuckles, enjoying my confusion. "Strip, Mrs. Carter. We need to do a check up."

"No way! This is your room! Someone could walk in!"

Jake shrugs, "Just checked in with the nurse 15 minutes ago. She won't be back for another hour or so."

"That's not the point. This is your room, Jake. You can't toy with me here!"

He grins at me, his eyes glinting. "I guess we'll have to be quick then."

The audacity of him shocks me into silence. But before I can protest, his hand is reaching out, tugging down the zipper of my scrubs.

"Jake!"

—

As Jake's fingers push deeper, a sensation building within me makes me gasp. His touch is rough, but it's hitting all the right spots. I clench, gripping his arm with my own trembling hands, but he doesn't let up.

"Ahh! Too much!" I cry out, but he just smirks, increasing his speed.

-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-

I can feel my heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust of his fingers. My nipples harden, straining against the cold air of the hospital room. I try to cover myself, but he swats my hands away.

"Mmm, your big fat tits are so nice," he taunts, squeezing one before focusing back on between my legs. I can feel a blush crawl up my neck and splash across my cheeks.

The room is dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the hallway seeping through the small window on the door. My heart races in my chest, the fear of being caught only increasing my arousal.

His fingers move faster, harder.

-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-

My heart is pounding.

"You're soaking wet, Mrs. Carter."

"Aah! Stop! If you don't stop..."

He cuts me off, his mouth descending onto mine, swallowing my protest. He tastes like stale hospital food and mint. It's disgusting but I find myself kissing him back, lost in the pleasure he's forcing upon me.

His fingers continue their assault, pushing, stretching, filling me. The wet noises grow louder, faster.

"What's that, Mrs. Carter?" He grins into our kiss. "You'll what?"

My eyes roll back, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I... I..."

-SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK-

My legs twitch, my toes curl. "Oh no! Oh no! I... I..."

And then, it hits me. It feels like my bladder is about to burst. "I'm gonna... I'm... I'm..."

Jake just grins, pulling his mouth away from mine. "That's it, Mrs. Carter. Let it all out."

And then, with one final push of his fingers, I do.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's like a dam has broken inside me, a gush of liquid spraying out of me.

"NGGHHH!" I scream, my body shaking with the force of my release.

-SQUIIRRRRRT-

The sound of my orgasm fills the room, wet and messy.

"Oh my," Jake laughs, "That was a huge squirt, Mrs. Carter. You've made a mess of my bed."

Suddenly, I can already hear the soft footfalls of the night patrol, the rhythmic clicking of heels growing louder with each passing second.

"Get under the sheets," Jake hisses, already sliding into bed. Totally naked, I don't have a choice. With a surge of panic, I dive under the covers, pressing myself against the soaked sheets.

Jake pulls the sheets over us just as the door creaks open. I hold my breath, praying that the nurse won't suspect anything. My heart pounds in my chest as I hear the nurse's voice.

"Jake, the lights are going to turn off in a bit. Are you alright?"

I can hear the smirk in Jake's voice as he replies, "I'm fine, thanks."

I can feel the bed shifting as he pulls his pants down. I squirm against him, trying to make myself smaller. That's when I feel it, his erect cock, inches from my face.

"Put the condom on," he hisses.

With trembling hands, I take the condom from him. But he shakes his head, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

"With your mouth."

My face heats up at his demand, but I don't dare to refuse, not now. I lean forward, opening my mouth to take him in. The taste of latex fills my mouth as I struggle to unroll the condom over his throbbing cock. I can smell him, the heady mix of sweat and sex that makes my stomach churn.

Jake says something to the nurse, keeping her in the room longer. His hands move down, gripping my ass.

"Get into position," he hisses at me, and I scramble to obey. My body is shaking as I move, my ass lifting to meet him.

As his cock pushes into me, he grips my ass, pulling me down onto his rubber-coated dick. I bite back a moan, clenching my teeth together. The sensation of his cock stretching my pussy open is overwhelming. His fingers dig into my butt, holding me in place as he begins to thrust.

He's silent, but his breathing grows heavy. Under the covers, the 18-year old bully is using my body to pleasure himself. It's a sickening, horrifying realization that makes my stomach churn.

Under the sheets, I'm nothing more than a fleshlight to him.

"Could you also check my temperature?" Jake asks the nurse as he continues to move under the sheets. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, making me squirm. Each wet slap of our bodies colliding makes me wince, praying the nurse doesn't hear.

I recognize the nurse's voice — it's Maria, an intern I've been mentoring. "Sure, Jake. Just hold on a second. I'll get the thermometer."

Her voice is muffled by the thick hospital blanket and the pounding in my ears. Jake's cock is stretching me, filling me with every thrust. I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet.

"Here, open your mouth," Maria instructs, and I can hear the beep of the digital thermometer.

As Jake continues his torturously slow pace, he grunts, a low sound in his throat that sends a shiver down my spine.

Suddenly, I feel him stiffen. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me down onto him as he grunts in pleasure, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel the condom filling up, the warm spurts of his cum hitting the inside of the latex.

The sensation of him cumming inside me sends me spiraling. I press my face into the mattress, desperately trying to stay silent. The feeling of the inflated condom inside me is a shocking reminder of what's happening.

With one last grunt, Jake stills, his cock twitching inside me. I hold my breath, feeling him soften, the inflated condom still inside me.

"Your temperature is normal, Jake," Maria finally says, her voice fading as she moves toward the door. "I'll turn off the lights now. Have a good night."

The door clicks shut, the room plunging into darkness. Jake pulls the sheets back, the cool air making me shiver.

"That was amazing," Jake pants, pulling out of me. The condom, heavy and full, slides out with a wet sound.

I'm trembling on my hands and knees, feeling his cum-filled condom hanging from my pussy. It's an obscene reminder of what just happened, a blatant violation of everything I stand for.

But as I look up at him, catching his triumphant grin in the dim light, I can only swallow down my shame. The worst part is, part of me enjoyed it. Part of me loved the thrill, the danger, the raw, humiliating pleasure he wrung from my body.

And that is the most horrifying realization of all.

—

(11:10 PM) Jake: Check this out, bro

(11:11 PM) Jake: [Attachment: 4]

(11:12 PM) Alex: I'm not watching your sick videos

(11:13 PM) Jake: You say that every time, but we both know you can't resist

(11:14 PM) Jake: She's such a slut. Sprayed my bed like a damn fire hose

(11:15 PM) Alex: That's gross, dude.

(11:16 PM) Jake: And yet you love it.

(11:20 PM) Alex: I don't!

(11:21 PM) Jake: Sure, man. Keep telling yourself that.

(11:26 PM) Jake: You should hear her moan, dude. Makes my cock hard every time I think about it.

(11:28 PM) Alex: Fuck off, Jake.

Alex stares at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. He's alone in his room, the lights off. With a shaky hand, he clicks on the video.

The woman is moving, her body swaying in a way that's undeniably sexy. Her voice, though distorted by some kind of filter, is sensual and pleading. Alex can't help the rush of arousal that sweeps over him, his cock hardening in his pants.

He hates himself for it, but he can't help it. He's been jerking off to these videos every night, cumming to the sight of this unknown woman, this... Slut.

His hand travels down, gripping his cock through his pants. He lets out a soft moan, matching the woman's cries in the video. He's close, so close...

He jerks off harder, his hand moving in a rhythm. His breathing grows ragged, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, with one final stroke, he cums, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

For a moment, he's left panting, his body slumped against the bathroom wall. He's still holding onto his crutches, his broken leg throbbing with pain. But it's nothing compared to the shame that washes over him.

Just then, his phone pings again.

The new video begins with Jake's distorted voice coaxing the woman. The scrub-clad nurse's face is masked by a blur, her voice similarly garbled, but her reluctance is unmistakable.

"No way... you can't be serious."

In the dimly lit hospital hallway, she cautiously looks around, and in between protestations, sheds her scrubs piece by piece. Her scrub top is removed first; underneath, she's wearing a plain white bra, modest but obviously straining to hold her sizable breasts.

Next, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. The garment slips from her shoulders, and her breasts, left free, jiggle and sway with a heaviness that makes Alex swallow hard.

Her torso is bared, her arms moving quickly to cover her unprotected chest. The nipples are pink shadows against her paler skin, peaking through the gap between her slender forearm and the crook of her elbow.

With a reluctant breath, she lowers her panties. As they glide over her wide hips and round ass, Alex feels a knot of desire twisting in his stomach. It's wrong, it's so, so wrong. But he can't tear his eyes away.

Her body is showcased in the dim light; pale, mature, the kind of woman who has taken good care of her body. Her stomach is still firm. Her breasts, despite how big they are, maintain their shapeliness - perfect teardrops.

Jake's voice pierces the thickness of the tension and Alex barely stifles a shiver. "Keep going!"

Still shielding her breasts, she walks slowly through the hallway. Jake's hand casually waves her underwear in front of the camera lens triumphantly before the shot changes to focus on her backside.

Her ass is round and plump from this angle. She's walking barefoot on the cold tile, her body trembling slightly. Each step causes her ass to jiggle enticingly, the pale globes almost glowing in the faint light.

Jake's whistle echoes in the video followed by a crude comment. "That's a priceless view."

Alex can hear his own heartbeat in his ears, pounding in tune with the waves of guilt and desire crashing over him. His hand holding the phone tightens as his gaze takes in every detail, every curve, every jiggle of this anonymous nurse. The anonymous woman, Alex thinks with dawning horror and unimaginable thrill, who bears a striking resemblance to his own mother.

—

My heart is pounding in my chest, hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trying to break free. I'm standing at the end of the hallway, peeking around the corner into the room with the vending machines. The familiar hum of the machines fills the quiet room, the flickering overhead light casting long, ominous shadows.

"I- is somebody here?" I ask the room softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"No one's there, just go!" Jake whispers harshly from behind me, giving me a small push. I stumble forward, my bare feet cold against the tile floor.

He gives me a few quarters and demands a Fanta grape can from the vending machine. The coins are cold in my hand, the simple task of depositing them into the machine making my hands shake.

The sound of the coins clinking into the machine sounds deafening in the quiet room. I cringe at each one, my heart pounding even harder.

Suddenly, Jake's voice cuts through my fear. "Damn it, someone's coming!"

"What?!" I squeak, spinning around in a panic. I look wildly about for somewhere to hide. With no other options, I crouch and squeeze my naked body behind the vending machine, my heart pounding in my chest.

I hear Jake's laughter from behind me. "Hahaha, just kidding!"

I shoot him a glare, my cheeks burning. My relief is short-lived when he points to a sofa in the middle of the room.

"Let's have sex on that sofa," he says, his voice husky.

"Don't be silly," I protest, "I'm not doing it at a place like this."

Jake just smirks at me, his gaze flicking to the hallway outside. "If you don't hurry, then someone might actually come."

—

Alex watches the video in a kind of horrified fascination. The woman is lying on her back on a garish orange sofa located in the vending machine room.

With her legs held wide apart, the woman's pussy is being relentlessly drilled by Jake's fat cock.

Alex can't help but compare — he looks down at his own erection, significantly smaller than Jake's. Jake's massive shaft, clad in a rubber condom, slides in and out of the woman's sopping wet folds with ease.

Her tits, large and pale, bounce with each of Jake's rough thrusts, jiggling in the dim lighting of the vending machines. Like a pair of hefty water balloons, he can almost hear the sloshing liquid as her breasts jiggle and flop around.

Her pussy is wet, swollen, her lips stretched around Jake's cock. Every thrust makes a wet, squelching sound, the noises echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

"Hmph... Ugh!" the woman cries out, her voice distorted but the pleasure clear.

"Noo... Stop! Too rough!" she protests but the words seem to spur Jake on rather than deter him.

Jake's smug voice cuts in, "You're enjoying it, aren't you? Doing it in public is making you hot, isn't it?"

"Aah... Ahhh!" she moans, her hand rushing to cover her face, her body shaking with each brutal thrust.

Jake's hips slap against her, a steady rhythm that has Alex biting his lip. The slap-slap-slap sound fills the room, matching the thrumming in Alex's veins.

But then the woman's voice cuts through the heavy panting: "Do... you really need to keep recording this?" she whimpers out, protesting weakly.

—

I'm on my knees, the cold floor below me offering no comfort, only adding to the stark reality of the depravity I'm sunken into.

There's a cock in my mouth—a fact that is alarmingly clear as I move my lips over Jake's rigid length. The firmness is undeniable, the throbbing heft an unwelcome reminder of who it belongs to.

My cheeks hollow with every draw, the slurping sounds loud in my ears, disgustingly rhythmic.

Giving a blowjob isn't supposed to be like this—it's meant to be an intimate act, one shared discreetly, privately. But I bob my head, taking him further with each movement, sucking him off out here in public.

My tongue slides along the underside of his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his skin. I hear a moan escape my lips, a sound so dreadfully out of place in the clinical, exposed hallway.

Jake chuckles above me, his hands firm on his hips as he looks down, drinking in the sight. "Look at you," he taunts. "Never thought I'd see Mercy General's most dedicated nurse choke on my dick like a pro."

His balls are heavy and full in my hands as I fondle them. They feel enormous, twitching with youth, vigor, and sperm. Despite the situation, I can't deny the raw sexual pleasure building within me, even as a swell of self-repulsion rises to meet it.

I trail one hand down, finding my pussy, grinding it into my palm. I'm rubbing myself, touching my clit, spiraling ever closer to an orgasm that no woman should ever experience here, in this cold and exposed place.

"That's it, Emily, get yourself off while you worship my cock," he sneers, his words a poisoned barb.

"No... Don't do that...not... not my..." I plead, only to find my mouth suddenly empty as he pulls out. He's holding his cock, glistening with my saliva, just inches from my face.

"Aahh... hold still, Mrs. Carter..." he says, breathing heavy, laughing through clenched teeth.

There's a twisted sense of anticipation in the pit of my stomach as I watch him stroke himself, his thumb smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"You're such a bad mom, letting your son's bully degrade you like this. And in the hallway too..." His voice taunts, each insulting word making reality sharper, harsher.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I look up at him, my breath hitching as I watch his face contort in pleasure.

"Prepare to be a good cum dump, slut."

The first spurt hits me with a warm, sticky thud.

-BLURRT-

The next blast hits with a hot, heavy SPLORT, the white viscous liquid painting a path from my forehead through my creased eyebrows. Another BLURT follows, thick and stringy, sticking to my right cheek, seeping into the corner of my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he groans as a thick rope of his cum lands across my cheek. It feels warm and slimy, the smell instantly assaulting my senses, a sickly-sweet testament of Jake's dominance over me.

-BLURRRRT-

Each shot feels like an insult, stripping away another layer of my self-respect. I can feel it running down my face in thick rivulets - into my eyes, into my open mouth. I try to close my eyes, but it's too late. I can feel it clogging my eyelashes, the stinging sensation telling me he's managed to get it into my eyes.

-BLURRRRRRT-

A powerful jet of cum, thick and hot, splashes across my nose and plugs my nostrils. A shriek tears from my throat, the disgusting act making my stomach churn even as it fuels the arousal in my own depths.

The next one strikes my chest, splattering onto my huge fat tits. My nipples stiffen at the obscene sensation, further testament to the perverse wave of pleasure washing over me.

Another shot BLURTs onto my chest, hot ropes of jizz trailing over the curves of my breasts. I feel his hand in my hair, holding on tightly as he grunts, each thrust of his hand coinciding with another heavy splatter of his cum ejecting all over my face.

I can smell it, a strong, heady scent that reminds me of sweat and bleach, cloying and suffocating. I'm covered in his scent, his essence, and there's an obscene part of me that shivers with sick delight.

His degrading words echo, "Bad mommy, bad nurse caught in the hallway."

His words are like hot coals spurring me on. I keep rubbing myself, sliding my fingers over my slit, gathering my juices before rubbing my throbbing clit.

"Keep going. Keep touching yourself."

And I oblige, overcome by a mix of shame and arousal. I rub myself harder, my moans muffled by the cum on my face. My legs tremble, the cold floor beneath me a stark contrast to my heated core. With a few more desperately rough rubs, I cum.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train and I hiss out, "I can't... I can't..." Fear and shame war within me with the pure animal desire.

"Do it... do it Emily," he orders, still twitching, draining a few last pulses of his cum onto my chin. Positioning the empty Fanta can between my trembling legs, he spits out, "Fucking cum into that."

And with a whimpering moan, my eyes rolling back in pleasure, I surrender to my orgasm, my cunt contracting dangerously.

I feel the pressure building and then, a torrent of liquid erupts from me, my hot squirt splashing into the can in a quick succession.

- SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT -

The sound of my squirt hitting the cold aluminum of the can enhances my shame. The liquid sloshes around the bottom before I add another surge of my love juices, the level rising with each tremble of my body.

—

Alex watches as the woman in the video arches her back, her body shaking as she squirts into the Fanta can. He's spellbound, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches the woman fall back onto the floor, the Fanta can between her trembling thighs.

"What a pervert," he breathes out. His eyes are glued to his phone's screen, his hand still moving over his cock. Sweat trickles down his forehead as he feels a familiar tightening in his balls.

As the woman's trembling eases and she picks herself up from the floor, Alex's own climax hits.

"Ugh!" he grunts as his cock pulses in his hand.

His cum spurts out in a heated rush, landing on his belly in a milky splatter. His strokes continue, long after his orgasm subsides, milking the last remnants of pleasure. His release is nothing compared to Jake's waterfall into the woman's face, a sad, watery trickle in comparison.

There's a voice in the back of his mind, a nagging thought that's become impossible to ignore.

Chapter 3: Code BlueChapter Text

Sunlight filters through the hospital room window, landing on Alex's tired face. He's been up half the night, his mind replaying the video over and over. Now, as he watches his mother, he feels a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable pang of something else.

"Alex?" Emily's voice pulls him from his reverie. "What's wrong? You seem like you're in a daze."

He winces, mind still spinning with images from the video, the erotic horror of it all pervading his thoughts. He avoids her concerned gaze, trying to shake the numbing fatigue that clings to him like a second skin.

"No, nothing... you don't need to worry..." His voice is faint, almost lost amidst the soft beeps and rustles of the hospital room.

His eyes slide back to his mother as she peers down at the clipboard in her hands. *Who is that woman in the video?* A question that's been eating at him since last night. She looked a bit younger than his mom.

Alex's gaze drifts over his mother's figure half in a daze; she's in her white scrubs, the fabric stretching slightly over her ample chest. His heart races as he sees the gentle swaying of her hips, the way her scrubs contour around her thighs and buttocks.

I haven't seen Mom naked since elementary school…*

The thought crops up unbidden. His cheeks flush as an errant thought follows. *If you take off her clothes, with those huge breasts... Wouldn't she look just like the other woman in the video?*

He watches her move around the room, her stride confident and practiced. He notes the wide hips, the big ass that the other woman also had, and that suggestive thigh gap.

Her silhouette against the window sends strange shivers down his spine. His gaze lingers on her bosom, the rise and fall with her every breath. 'No, no, no... It couldn't be. Right?'

Shame washes over him as he thinks about Jake's horrid behavior. The bully's laughter, his cruel jeers echo in Alex's head. Part of him wants to stand up, to scream, to do something. Yet the main thing filling his mind is the comparison between his mom's voluptuous body and that of the woman in the video.

"Distracting yourself with games again?" Emily's voice jests lightly. "Remember to do your physio exercises, alright?"

Alex feels a hollow laugh bubble up, the irony not lost on him. Games were the least of his distractions now.

"Yeah," he replies, trying to summon more energy into his voice. "I'll remember."

She smiles at him — warm, caring, oblivious — and that smile cuts through him like a knife. She is his mother, the woman who raised him, who comforted him, who was steadfast in her duty and affection. Not the slut in those videos.

—-

In the men's bathroom, Alex stands next to Jake at the urinals, their shoulders almost brushing. The air is heavy, the faint scent of urinal cakes hanging in the air. Jake is grinning, as if he's just thought of some private joke.

"I'm getting discharged from the hospital soon," Jake says nonchalantly, his hand working his impressive length. "But before that, there's something I wanna do."

Alex's heart pounds in his chest. "What do you want to do?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jake's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with wicked excitement as he finally divulges his plan. "I want to have raw, bareback sex with her. I want to make it so that she can't LIVE without having my dick!"

"B- bareback sex?!" Alex stammers, his own stream faltering as he turns around to face Jake. He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. "I'm still here, dude!"

Jake's grin doesn't falter. "Well, Alex, if you wanna see the video…" He zips up his pants with a final shake, then turns towards Alex. His voice takes on a sinisterly sweet tone. "I have a favor to ask from you…"

—

I'm naked, sprawled out on my son's hospital bed, and I can feel my face burning with humiliation. My bare skin is touching the sheets where my son sleeps, and I am utterly ashamed. I can't control the trembling in my thighs, the butterflies in my stomach.

"I can't imagine what we'll do if Alex found us here like this," I murmur, my hands instinctively moving to cover my large breasts.

"It's alright!" Jake dismisses, setting up a tripod with his camera. "I told him my girlfriend was coming, so I asked him to kill some time at the convenience store downstairs."

I frown at his words. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" I ask, my voice trembling. "I only promised to do this until you get discharged from the hospital."

"I remember," Jake assures, crawling onto the bed. His cock is hard and throbbing, and my eyes are drawn to it against my will. "Therefore, this is my final request..."

I let out a soft gasp as he leans in to kiss me, his mouth hot and demanding. His hands grip my head, holding me as he deepens the kiss. I allow him to take over, my body responding to his touch despite the dread sitting heavy in my stomach.

His lips trail down, licking and sucking at my neck before his mouth is on my breasts. I gasp as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while he grips the other breast, mashing it in his hand.

I squirm as his tongue moves lower, swirling in my belly button before finally reaching its destination. He spreads my legs wide, my wet pussy exposed to his gaze.

His tongue meets my clit and I let out a loud groan. His lips suck on the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking over it roughly. His hands grip my hips, keeping me in place as he devours me.

A groan escapes my lips, as I surrender to the pleasure. This boy... he's so good at this... too good...

The pressure builds within me, his relentless attack on my clit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. It's too much... too much...

And then, I cum. My whole body convulses as pleasure overwhelms me. My breasts bounce with the force of my release, my nipples taut peaks. I grip onto the sheets, my body shaking violently.

He doesn't stop, his mouth latched onto my pussy. His tongue flicks over my sensitive clit, prolonging my orgasm. My body shudders, my mind going blank with pleasure.

I cum again, my body twitching violently as another orgasm rips through me. I can feel my orgasm pulsate around his tongue, my squirt gushing out of me.

"Cummingggg!" I cry out, my voice echoed in the small room. My body is on fire, pleasure washing over me in waves. I can feel my squirt soaking his face, his mouth suckling at my pussy, drawing out my orgasm.

Finally, he pulls away, his face glistening with my juices. His smirk is self-satisfied, triumphant. I collapse onto the bed, my mind a hazy fog of pleasure and humiliation. My pussy is throbbing, sensitive to even the faintest touch.

"Good girl," he murmurs, crawling up my body. His cock, still hard, nudges against my thigh. "Now, it's your turn to use your mouth on mine."

Jake is standing there, his massive cock pointing at me like the hands of a clock stuck at midnight. The thick, veiny, fat pole is twitching with an insistent demand that fills me with a mix of dread and eagerness.

I can't deny the natural submissiveness that seems to take over, as I crawl towards him on all fours. His filthy, bitch-breaking pole is intimidating, but the sated warmth between my legs is a haunting reminder of my body's betrayal.

He stands there, hands on his hips, his cock bobbing with his heartbeat as he watches me approach. This is Jake, the boy who's tormented my son Alex through school. This is the boy who has become my tormentor... my perverse object of desire.

A blush creeps up my neck as I bend forward, my large breasts swaying heavily beneath me. He reaches out, gripping them roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Your udders are so soft and squishy, Mrs. Carter," he sneers, pinching my nipples cruelly before he shoves me back down.

My lips part to take him in, wrapping around his hot, thick, pulsing cock. My mouth is filled with him, the taste of him on my tongue and the smell of him flooding my senses. I can't help but surrender to the post-orgasmic haze that makes me crave his taste, his touch.

His cock is so big... so hard in my mouth. My tongue circles the thick head before dipping into the slit, tasting the precum that's leaking out of him.

It's a lot bigger than... My thoughts trail off, unfinished, as I suck on him greedily. A sense of shame washes over me. Ah... it's not right... I should hate this...

I hold his cock, jerking him off in rhythm to my sucking. My own body is on display, my fat ass wiggling in the air as I noisily suckle on his cock. My ears are burning. Why am I behaving like this?

He commands me to stop sucking him. "Get down on all fours and show me your ass," he orders.

I obey, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a lewd 'plop' before turning around and raising my ass cheeks up for him. I can feel the trickle of my own juices running down my thigh, a silent testimony to my arousal.

He positions himself behind me, lining his massive cock up with my dripping wet pussy. I can feel his heated gaze on my ass, and I'm both excited and ashamed. I don't have time to protest, to fight or even prepare myself as with a quick thrust, he plunges deep inside me.

I gasp, my body arching as he fills me completely. He fully sheathes himself inside me, his fat dick stretching my tight walls.

His mocking voice cuts through the heavy panting and grunting in the room. "Shit... your cunt feels so good, Mrs. Carter," he laughs.

I can only moan in response, my tongue heavy in my mouth. He pulls back, only to thrust into me again, creating a rhythm that has me rocking back into him.

The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fill the room. His balls swing heavily against me with every thrust, creating a lewd slapping sound that echoes in my ears.

The boy's sex skills are impressive... too good. I can't help but moan with each thrust, my body betraying me. My nipples stiffen, my cunt twitches around his invading cock.

My moans grow louder and louder, each thrust driving a new wave of pleasure through me. SLAP SLAP SLAP his hips meet my ass, the force of his thrusts making my breasts bounce with each impact.

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahhh..." I can't stop the sounds escaping my lips.

I can't help it. I'm being fucked like a bitch by a boy the same age as my son. The realization is cruel, the thought revolting, but I can't stop myself.

I'm at his mercy...

And then I hit my limit. His hips are moving so fast, his cock pounding into me with such force that I can barely breathe. I feel his hand reach down, mashing my breasts together.

He knows all of my sensitive areas, all of my weaknesses. He's using them against me, exploiting my body for his pleasure.

I'm riding him now, my hips grinding down onto his, my breasts bouncing heavily with every thrust. I look down, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again.

But something is wrong...

"Huh? Where's your condom?" I gasp, suddenly realizing that he's fucking me raw.

He only laughs, his sinister chuckles vibrating through me. "Hehe, so you found out."

"No... pull it out!" I demand, trying to squirm away from him.

But he only grips my hips tighter, pulling me back down onto his cock. "It's alright," he reassures me, his voice far too calm.

"No, it's not alr- AAAAH!" I scream as another orgasm rips through me. I can feel my cum gushing out, coating his cock. My body shakes violently, my climax washing over me like a tidal wave.

I've cum on his bare cock like a stupid bitch. My mind is a whirlwind of pleasure and shame. I've been corrupted... and I can't seem to stop.

"Ok.. ok.. pull out!" I gasp out, trying to catch my breath. My pussy is still clamped tightly around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. That was a mini orgasm...I can feel myself getting close again...

There's a war waging inside me, a fight between what's right and the undeniable pleasure coursing through me...

"Hey, if you want, I'll let you take it out. So do it quickly," Jake teases, his voice echoing in my ears.

"Ahh.. No… don't move!" I squeal, as another wave of pleasure hits me. I'm close again...

"But you're saying all that about the condom, yet your pussy is squeezing me so tightly!" he retorts, his words like a slap to my face.

He's grinning, the bastard is lying back, hands crossed behind his head.

I'm on top of him, my chest heaving, still fully seated on his cock. I can feel his length throbbing inside me, each twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Hurry up and get off then, Emily…"

My mind is a battlefield, with my body on one side and my morals on the other. And between them is Jake — a smirking devil, pushing me to the brink.

Then he starts thrusting up into me, the sudden movement catching me off-guard. A moan slips from my lips as he hits my cervix, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Ahh, no...at this rate, I'm gonna cum!"

Yet, Jake stops again, grinning up at me like a Cheshire cat. "Huh?" I manage to articulate, my mind foggy with pleasure.

"I'm tired of moving all the time," he says, his hands gripping my hips. I'm sitting there, on top of him, my breasts hanging down, my hands on his abs.

Jake suggests, "I was thinking, since it looks like you don't want to ride it, you should start moving your hips... if you don't care about the lack of condom, that is…"

"No, I can't do that!" I protest, my voice shaky. "You're... you're not wearing a condom!"

But just a little more...just a little more…*

I think to myself as I squeeze around him. My pussy clenches, a little squirt of my juices escaping me. *Ah...oh...I'm gonna...oh no, Emily...don't do it...don't do it…*

"Hey, who said you could use my dick without my permission?" Jake grins.

"Huh?"

"If you want my dick," he teases, "then tell me CLEARLY. Or do you want to stay still like this forever?"

I'm ashamed, but I've also never been so turned on in my life. I've never said something so vulgar out loud...

"But just a little more...just a little more..." I plead silently, grinding down on him. My eyes are crossing, I'm dripping sweat, trembling as he lies beneath me.

"If you don't hurry up, your son might come back!" Jake warns. The mention of Alex makes me freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't let him find out...

"Okay, then." Jake seems to have lost his patience. He starts to pull out, leaving me empty and aching for more.

NO! Don't leave!* I whimper, my eyes wide in desperation.

"I...Ah...I WANT YOUR DICK, JAKE!" I cry out, my voice echoing through the room. "Please continue fucking my pussy!"

Jake flips me onto my back, his grin burning into my skin like a brand. I'm exposed, vulnerable under his gaze, my large breasts flopping to the sides.

"Good job, Emily," he murmurs, his voice slick with satisfaction. He positions himself between my spread legs, his thick, virile cock looming over me like a predator.

I gasp, my eyes wide. I know what's coming, and I'm powerless to stop it.

"I'm putting it in...no condom," he warns, his gaze locked onto mine. There's a challenge in his eyes, daring me to protest, to push him away. But I don't. I can't.

I whimper, but I don't resist. My legs fall apart automatically, accepting his weight between them. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I watch his massive, virile cock swing precariously over me.

The head is an angry red, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Every vein is visible as he takes a handful of his impressive length, guiding it back to my drooling hole.

Then, he's inside me. My body arches off the bed, a scream caught in my throat as he slams home with a force that leaves me trembling. His hips slam down onto mine, balls slapping against my wet pussy.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

The rhythm is brutal, relentless. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock pummeling my soaked hole fill the room. His balls swing heavily with each thrust, slapping against me, pushing out the cum that was already dribbling down my thighs.

My moans are high-pitched, strangled cries that echo off the walls. I'm getting stupider with each orgasm, moaning stupidly as he continues to pound. I'm happy like this, being fucked like a slut... being drilled stupid.

"HAHA!" Jake cackles above me, his cock bullying into my pussy… rough, brutal, animalistic. He's not making love to me… he's outright fucking me, pummeling my pussy into submission.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I cry out, my voice high and desperate.

"How's my dick?!" he sneers, sweat dripping from his body, coating my skin in a layer of his tangy saltiness.

"Ah! It's so amazing! So goo-" I cry out, my words interrupted by another brutal thrust of his hips.

My grip tightens on the bed sheets as he fucks me in missionary style. 'Squish, squish' sounds of my pussy getting plowed echo through the small room. Every thrust, every slam sends tremors of pleasure through my quaking body. With every tremor, my mind flickers back to my helpless state.

"I'm gonna push all the way into your WOMB!" he declares, picking up his pace.

The boy who tormented my son is now dominating me, his cock violating my most intimate parts.

At that moment, I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what's to come. Yet even as I feel the beginnings of that inevitable buildup, a small part of my mind continues to fracture with the realization of what I'm becoming.

"Ah, yes, please! Fill my womb with your sperm, Jake!" I plead, my voice shrill with anticipation… for what, I don't even know.

"I'm gonna cum!" He announces, his voice echoing ominously in my ears. "I'm gonna fill your WOMB with my CUM!"

His words hit me like a train, causing me to cum. "CUMMING!" I moan out loudly, my back arching off the bed. My body convulses, quakes. My pussy clenches, gushes around his cock. I feel my juices squirt out of me, coating his balls.

Then, his cum starts flooding me. His cock swells inside me, the head pulsing. I feel every rope, every squirt of his cum shooting out of him. Thick, viscous ropes of his cum burrow deeper in me, filling me, completing his domination. He inseminates me, his massive cock depositing his seed deep within my wet, velvety folds.

Every spurt sends delicious shockwaves through me, pushing me over the second orgasm right after I've just had one. So powerful, so heavy, so intoxicating!

"AHHHHHHH!" I scream as I fall over the edge again, my toes curling as my orgasm crashes over me... wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me with such intensity that my world narrows down to Jake and his pulsing cock mercilessly buried deep in me.

His hot seed gushing inside me, another powerful orgasm explodes within me, my body shaking violently, squirting onto the bed.

"How does it feel to have your womb filled with MY CUM, you slutty MILF!" Jake grunts, his triumphant voice filling the room.

My mind is a complete mess, my body is overwhelmed by the blunt force of him fucking me silly… I go cross-eyed.

-SPLURT-

I can't help but moan as his cum follows the path his cock had recently vacated, squirting out of my messy hole and pooling in the crevices between us.

Then, everything goes quiet. Jake collapses on top of me, his body shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm. I can feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, trickling down my ass crack.

His seed is in me, deep inside me. His DNA, his essence...it's inside me. His cum is marking me, claiming me. It's not a safe day...

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I cry out, my body convulsing under him. My pussy contracts around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.

My mind is a muddled mess of pleasure and shame. The realization hits me like a bucket of ice-cold water—I've been bred by my son's bully.

—

The woman on the screen is bare, a sweaty, cum-filled mess. The fluids are squirting from her filled hole, joining the large puddle on the sheets beneath her. Her eyes cross and she shudders in the aftershocks of her incessant orgasms.

Jake's hand is reaching towards her face, fingers curled around his phone. He's capturing every detail of her degradation, every shiver and dribble of cum.

Alex's pulse quickens in morbid anticipation. Until now, the woman's face has been distorted, protected from prying eyes by a discreet blur. But as Jake cocks his head, a sadistic grin playing on his lips, he speaks the damned words.

"Let's reveal her true identity."

With just a swipe on his screen, the software morphs and twist, the pixels reshaping and suddenly... she's there... My God... Alex freezes, his heart plummeting to the pits of his stomach, his blood running cold.

"M-... Mom?!" My voice catches in my throat, frozen by the horrifying image on my phone screen.

Suddenly, Jake's laughter is exploding in my ears. "Hahaha! So, Alex... did you enjoy watching your mother receive a creampie?!"

My stomach drops. Jake's face - smug, victorious - is mirroring my stupid, dumbfounded expression. "What did you say..?" I manage to croak out.

"Oh, did you not hear it? I'll say it again." Jake takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a devious whisper. "I inseminated your mommy, man... and she loved it."

The room spins around me. A lump forms in my throat.

Those enormous tits, that full ass, that squirting... that woman was... "Mom?"

I'm plunged into an ocean of terror, my reality shattering right before my eyes. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I break out in a cold sweat, feeling my knees shaking.

"Mom...was it... her all along?"

"Yep!" Jake confirms, his voice abnormally cheerful. The bastard's snap chatting the milf's cream pie while sneering into the camera. He barks, "Emily, do the peace sign with your pussy!"

On-screen, Emily's eyes flutter open sluggishly. She lifts her hands, two fingers stretched out into a peace sign. She brings them down to her soaked pussy, still leaking with Jake's cum.

"Hey, Emily! Say 'Alex's mom is a cum bucket!'"

My own mother... she... she says it, pausing for just a moment before holding out the peace sign with both hands.

Jake is laughing, the twinkle in his eye even more pronounced in the cell phone's camera. "She's adorable, isn't she?"

Fucked by the Wrong Guyaphrodite_tgSummary:

Yuuka, the busty high school beauty, always thought her childhood friend Kazuya would be her first everything. But when the crass, hung Saruo sets his sights on Yuuka's fertile body, no hole is left unfilled in his quest to make her his personal cumdump!

Notes:

This is pure written porn. Irredeemable. Um yeah. It's a little embarrassing. But it was fun.

Work Text:

"Morning Kazuya-kun~!" Yuuka chirped happily, bouncing on her tiptoes as she jogged up to her childhood friend. Kazuya grinned shyly at the energetic girl, trying not to stare too obviously at her massively over-developed udders straining against her tight school blazer. "H-hey Yuuka-chan! You're cheerful this morning."

"Heehee, a good night's sleep will do that! Ooh, looks like your pillow made a mess of your hair again!" She reached up to ruffle his messy bedhead, her soft titties jiggling from the motion. Kazuya blushed at the close contact, catching a whiff of her sweet shampoo.

"Geez Yuuka, always mothering me," he chuckled, secretly loving the attention from his cute big-tittied friend. She just beamed at him, hands clasped cutely behind her back, her short skirt fluttering around her wide, womanly hips.

"Can't help it, we've been friends for so long! C'mon, let's get going or we'll be late!" Just as they started walking, an obnoxiously loud voice rang out behind them.

"HEEEY GUYS! Damn Yuuka, that ass is looking mighty fine today!" Saruo bounded up to them, openly leering at Yuuka's round rump, practically drooling.

"Ugh, stop that you horny monkey! It's too early for your pervy comments!" Yuuka huffed, blushing hotly and tugging at her short skirt.

"Haha damn Saruo, insatiable as always! Didn't jerk it enough thinking about Yuuka last night?" Kazuya ribbed his friend, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Hell no dude, Yuuka's my star material, hehehe!" Saruo cackled, making crude groping motions with his hands. "Fuck I'd love to bury my face in those big ol' titties and mo-"

"GROSS SARUO SHUT UP! YOU PERVERTED MONKEY!" Yuuka screeched, smacking him upside the head, cheeks flaming red. "Give it a rest will ya? Kazuya's still an innocent boy, he's not ready for your level of pervy nonsense this early!"

Yuuka's massive milk tanks wobbled distractingly as she scolded the horny delinquent.

"Psssh, no way! Any red-blooded guy is into erotic shit, he's just playing coy in front of you and your bodacious tatas!" Saruo insisted, elbowing Kazuya with a lecherous grin. "C'mon bro, you totally wanna motorboat those puppies, am I right?"

"Ha..haha...you're crazy man..." Kazuya laughed nervously, face flushed bright red. He averted his gaze from Yuuka's ginormous gazongas threatening to burst free any second. Only Saruo could spew such vulgar things so casually!

"See? He's not interested in your nasty business," Yuuka humphed, secretly a bit miffed that Kazuya seemed so disinterested. At their age, it was only natural to have urges! But her childhood friend was always acting the perfect gentleman around her...

Little did she know, Kazuya constantly fantasized about wifing her up. With her warm smile, Yuuka often starred in his dreams of the future. If only he had Saruo's boldness to make a move! But Kazuya was determined to be a proper, upstanding man for his beloved friend.

"Heheheh, whatever you say Yuuka! Man, what I wouldn't give to be suffocated by those behemoth boobies..." Saruo snickered lecherously, his pants growing tight at the thought.

"UGH YOU PIG!"

SMACK!* Yuuka's hand cracked across Saruo's head, leaving him dazed but grinning.

"See you later Kazuya-kun, Saruo-kun!" Yuuka waved cheerfully before bouncing off.

"Later Yuuka-chan!" Kazuya called after her, trying to keep his eyes above chest level like a true gentleman. Saruo just openly drooled.

"Damn, there goes the finest piece of ass in school," the horny delinquent sighed dreamily. "Yo Kazuya, check this out!" He whipped out his phone, shoving it in his friend's face.

"Huh? Is that...a selfie Yuuka sent you?" Kazuya asked, eyeing the cute photo. Yuuka was smiling brightly, flashing a peace sign. She wore a loose pink top with a flowery pocket.

"Hell yeah it is! Just look at those ginormous tits, bro!" Saruo hooted, lewdly tracing Yuuka's curves on his phone screen. "I begged her for a special pic to crank my hog to and she actually sent me this!"

"What? Dude, it's just a normal selfie though..." Kazuya replied uncomfortably, shifting in place. Something about Saruo's open lust for their childhood friend felt...wrong.

"Are you shitting me? Her colossal cow udders are basically tea-bagging the camera!" Saruo exclaimed crudely, humping the air. "Fuck, I busted like 10 fat nuts to this last night! Hnngh, Yuuka-chan~!"

"C'mon man, that's way too much info," Kazuya laughed awkwardly, cringing at his friend's lack of filter. Still, there was no denying Yuuka's buxom figure, practically spilling out of her shirt...

He shook his head to clear the impure thoughts. This was their sweet childhood friend! She definitely had no clue about Saruo's indecent intentions.

"Yo, Saruo...you really like Yuuka-chan, don't you?" Kazuya probed tentatively, trying to understand.

"Well duh, she's a top tier wank material!" Saruo crowed, fondling his bulge shamelessly. "I'd give my left nut to titty fuck her and glaze those sweet mounds like a pair of doughnuts, if you know what I mean!"

Kazuya laid in bed, restless thoughts of Yuuka swirling in his mind. Before he knew it, he was texting her.

K: hey, you still up?
Y: yep, I'm awake~ whatcha need?
K: well... could you maybe send me a selfie?
Y: sure thing! one sec~

selfie received* Yuuka was sitting at her desk, pretty smile on her face as she held up a peace sign, that loose pink top barely containing her massive mammaries.

Y: just playing some games before bed~ don't stay up too late kazuya-kun!
K: haha i won't, you too
Y: hey, send me a pic of you too!

Kazuya awkwardly snapped a quick shot of himself nestled in bed, not really sure what to say.

K: here ya go
Y: comfy in bed already? you should get more sleep!
K: yeah... guess i will. night yuuka-chan
Y: good night~! sweet dreams

Kazuya set his phone aside with a sigh. He wished he was better at this flirty texting thing. Yuuka probably thought he was so boring compared to Saruo's crude antics...

His gaze kept drifting back to Yuuka's most recent selfie. She looked so cute and soft... Kazuya felt a familiar stirring in his pajama pants. Swallowing guiltily, he pulled up the picture again, slowly stroking himself to the sight of Yuuka's angelic face and sinfully stacked tits.

"Ahh...Yuuka-chan..." he panted, squeezing his average cock faster, imagining her sweet voice, her warm embrace... "Mmph!" Kazuya came suddenly, a modest spurt staining his hand as he cried out his beloved's name. Shame immediately flooded him. He couldn't believe he just defiled his pure feelings for Yuuka like that...

"FUCK! Hnnngh! Shit yeah, lemme bust on those fat fuckin' tits!" Saruo roared, his bulging 12-inch baby-arm cock pulsing violently in his clenched fist.

Sweat poured down his body, dripping onto his tenth condom of the night, the bloated cum-balloon wobbling obscenely between his legs. The bed creaked and groaned under his animalistic humping, Yuuka's innocent selfie splattered with ropes of the horny boy's thick spunk.

"TAKE IT YUUKA-CHAN! FUCK!" Saruo bellowed, veins popping in his neck, drool pouring down his chin. His engorged balls seized up as they prepared to expel their massive load. "HHHGGGNNNAAAAHHHH!"

SPLORTCH SPLORTCH SPLORRRRTTTCCHHHH!*

His monstrous rod jerked and throbbed, bloated cock-slit flaring wide open to disgorge a deluge of chunky baby batter. The condom expanded rapidly, swelling with virile jizz until a grapefruit-sized wad of genetic slop churned within the rubber prison.

"Ahh...ahhhh...FUCK! More! Gimme MORE!" Saruo snarled, eyes rolling back in utter bliss. The huge condom stretched dangerously, trembling with each body-wracking spasm of Saruo's bitch-breaking dick.

buzz buzz*
Yuuka's phone chirped with a new message. Seeing it was from Saruo, she sighed, already anticipating the incoming perversion.

S: YOOOO YUUUUKAAAA!
Y: hey saruo, what's up? (‿)
S: nothin much, just thinkin bout DEM TIDDIES as always! ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡)
Y: you're so gross lol ~(_。)＼
S: LEMME SEE UR BOOOOOOBS YUUKA-CHAN PLS IM DYING HERE
S: I NEEEEED to see your huge fat fuckin' boobie balls ASAP!
Y: ( ω) um...no way! i'm not showing you my boobs, saruo!
S: PLSSSSSS I'm beggin ya! I already jerked it like 10 times to that selfie but it ain't enough!
S: These balls are ACHIN for your sweater puppies Yuuka-chan!
Y: (_ ) dude, chill out... i'm not sending nudes, end of story!
S: Have mercy on a horny guy Yuuka-chan! I'll do ANYTHING for a peek at dem bodacious tatas!

Yuuka flushed as she read Saruo's thirsty messages, the vulgar pleas sending strange tingles through her body. She couldn't believe how worked up he was over her figure! Part of her was flattered by the attention, even as his crude words made her cringe.

For a moment, Yuuka was almost tempted to snap a quick pic down her shirt, just to shut him up. Her huge, heavy breasts wobbled distractingly as the thought crossed her mind. She quickly shook her head. What was she thinking? She couldn't send lewd photos!

buzz buzz*
S: I'm on my fuckin' knees here! Throwin' out a Hail Mary for a crumb of tiddy, PLEASE!
S: ill sell my left nut for one glimpse of cleavage, just one measly peek of heavenly breasteses

Yuuka bit her lip, blushing. He was SOO desperate and over-the-top ridiculous...maybe just a tiny hint of cleavage wouldn't hurt? Just this once, to get him off her back...

With a shaky breath, she slowly hooked a finger into her shirt collar and tugged it down ever-so-slightly. The tops of her soft, pale globes came into view, jiggling with each movement. Before she could change her mind, Yuuka snapped a quick pic and hit Send.

Y: ugh fine, here! this is all you get, u better appreciate it! _ ;;

picture received*

S: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
S: TIDDIES! FUCK YEAHHHHH LETS GOOOOOOOOO!
S: oh fuck oh shit oh fuck Yuuka ur tits are so FUCKIN SEXY HNNNNGGGGHHH!

Saruo was instantly typing at lightspeed, all-caps messages of pure elation flooding Yuuka's screen. She could only imagine the frenzied masturbation her pic had sparked.

Y: there, happy now? ( •ω• )
S: SO FUCKIN HAPPY HOLY SHIIIIIIT
S: my balls are boutta EXPLODE, u goddess! Ahhhhh fuck I'm crankin my FUCKING HOG AAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Yuuka giggled, shaking her head at Saruo's sheer enthusiasm. Well, she'd tided over the horny beast for now at least. It was just some cleavage, no big deal right?

She plopped down in her cozy pink gaming chair, hugging her knees to her ample chest. She still couldn't believe she actually sent Saruo that cleavage pic! What was she thinking?

"Ughhh Yuuka, you dummy..." she muttered to herself, cheeks flushed. "Why'd you let that horn-dog pressure you into fanservice pics?"

She idly spun in slow circles, mind racing. Saruo's overjoyed reaction was actually kind of funny...and maybe a teensy bit flattering, if she was being honest. No one had ever called her body "naughty" before!

Yuuka glanced down at her massive mammaries smushed against her thighs, straining the fabric of her baggy tee. They really were ridiculously huge and heavy, like two ripe melons stuck to her chest. A total pain in the neck - literally!

Getting up with a sigh, Yuuka studied her reflection in the mirror. To her, she was just a normal girl, nothing special looks-wise. Certainly not sexy or inspiring the kind of frenzied lust Saruo expressed!

"I wonder...does Kazuya secretly think about my body too?" she mused quietly, worrying her bottom lip. Her childhood friend was always such a polite gentleman, the total opposite of that raging perv Saruo.

Yuuka reached back to unhook her bra, groaning in relief as her gigantic titties bounced free. The underwire left angry red marks in her soft flesh. She gingerly massaged the tender spots, trying to imagine what a guy would think seeing her topless like this.

"Hehe, Saruo would totally nut himself into a coma if he got an eyeful!" Yuuka giggled, playfully squishing her big naturals together. Just the tiny hint of cleavage had the horny boy cranking his dick into oblivion!

"Mmmph, fuck Yuuka, watching you eat gets me so hot," Saruo leered, ogling her stuffed cheeks. "Wish that was my dick you were choking on!"

"SARUO! Don't be so crude, you ass!" Yuuka screeched, nearly spitting out her rice. Kazuya just sighed, used to their antics by now.

"Hehehe, don't play coy Yuuka-chan, I know you're just beggin' to guzzle my baby batter~" the horny delinquent snickered.

"UGH YOU PIG! I'm not one of your trashy porno sluts!" Yuuka fumed, cheeks flaming in embarrassment and anger. She violently jabbed her chopsticks at Saruo. "Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself!"

"Damn girl, why you gotta blueball me like that? I'm dyin' here!" Saruo whined dramatically. "C'mon Kazuya, help a bro out! Tell Yuuka to stop being such a cock-tease!"

Kazuya nearly choked on his yakisoba, face flushed. "Hey man, leave me outta this! I ain't touching that topic with a ten foot pole."

"Hmph, at least SOMEONE here has the decency to not harass me 24/7!" Yuuka humphed, folding her arms under her huge tits. "I don't know why I even put up with you, Saruo! Learn some manners, you uncouth baboon!"

Whirling around with a sniff, Yuuka flounced away, her round ass jiggling with each step. Saruo openly drooled, tongue lolling out.

"Dat ass...it's just beggin' to be wrecked!" he grunted, brain fried from his raging boner.

Kazuya just groaned, burying his face in his hands. Why did lunch always devolve into this raunchy shitshow?

Later that night, Kazuya tossed and turned restlessly in bed, thoughts consumed by Yuuka's smiling face...and sinful body. Guilt gnawed at him as he pulled up her most recent selfie - the same one he knew Saruo abused himself to.

"Ahh...Yuuka-chan...forgive me..." he panted, timidly stroking his modest erection to his crush's image. Precum dribbled freely as he imagined her sweet voice, wishing it was her soft hand wrapped around his cock instead. "Nngghh!"

Bucking into his fist, Kazuya came with a whimper, disappointing load splattering his belly. Shame immediately flooded him. He was no better than that deviant Saruo, defiling their pure friendship like this!

Meanwhile, Saruo was vigorously hate-fucking his swollen monster cock, veiny shaft pulsing angrily in his tight grip. His slender body was slick with sweat, writhing on cum-stained sheets as he violated Yuuka's selfie with his eyes for the thousandth time.

"FUCK! Nngghhh shit Yuuka...! Dirty fuckin' cocktease, I'll fuckin' RUIN YOU!" the horny beast snarled, balls tensed and ready to expel their churning load. Violently pistoning his gigantic rod, Saruo threw his head back with an animalistic roar.

"TAKE IT ALL BITCH! FUCK FUCK HNNNNGGGHHHH!" Thick cum erupted from his pulsating slit, flooding the poor condom stretched around his inhumanly girthy penis. Saruo howled in release as he pumped out a massive load, the rubber ballooning with his potent seed until it was packed with a fist-sized wad of ball snot.

"Ahh...ahh fuck...!" The sex-crazed teen humped through the aftershocks, dumping every last drop. His cum-drunk cock spasmed and throbbed, flooding his body with mind-melting pleasure.

"Shit...still not enough...!"

ding!* A new message from Saruo. Yuuka reluctantly opened the chat, steeling herself.

S: YUUKAAAAAAA I'M DYING 4 MORE OF UR SEXY SELF! SEND ME ANOTHER EROOOOTIC PIIIIIC! (๑ ๑)
Y: ugh saruo, enough already! _ i'm not ur personal pin-up model!
S: PLSSSSSS MY COCK IS CRYING FOR U! ｡ﾟ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾟ｡ SHOW ME UR HUGE TITS AGAIN I BEG U!
Y: ewwww you're so nasty! i already sent u enough! ( Ò ‸ Ó)
S: YUUKAAAAAAAAAAAA I'LL DO ANYTHING, I'M SO HORNY I COULD DIE! IT'S UR FAULT FOR BEING SO THICC! •̀.̫•́
Y: lmao my "fault"? control urself, u animal! (︿)
S: I CAN'T I'M TOO BACKED UP, I NEED RELEASE! lemme send u a vid of me fapping to ur huge boobies! (ω)
Y: WTF? you wouldn't dare!

Yuuka's jaw dropped, a blush heating her face. He was bluffing, right? No way would he send something so lewd! But a sinister voice in her head whispered "what if..."

Sweat prickling her brow, Yuuka bit her lip. Part of her was morbidly, perversely curious. She'd never seen a boy's thingy before...
With trembling fingers, she typed:

Y: ...fine. if u send a video of u doing THAT, i'll believe ur perverted obsession (；Д)

Panting, she stared at her screen, fighting the urge to snatch the words back. Surely Saruo would realize she was just calling his bluff, surely he'd back down, there's no way he'd actually-

ding!* [video message received]

"EHHHHH?!" Yuuka squealed, nearly fumbling her phone. With a violently shaking finger, she tapped Play before she could chicken out.

The video opened on Saruo's skinny, sweat-slicked torso, his breath already coming in needy huffs. "Fuck Yuuka, I'm so FUCKING hard for you..."

The camera panned down as his free hand grabbed the straining tent of his sweatpants. Yuuka's eyes bugged out of her skull. IT WAS HUGE! Like a goddamn tree trunk stuffed down one pant leg!

"Check out this fat fuckin' cock, all swole for YOU!" Saruo groaned, shoving his pants down. Yuuka's face IGNITED as his enormous, angrily purplish rod sprung free, visibly throbbing and leaking.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, sinking boneless into her chair. So THAT'S what a turned-on penis looked like?! It was bigger and veinier than anything in their textbooks! Yuuka gaped shamelessly, unable to look away.

"Mmmnnngh...! Been edging for HOURS, staring at your pics..." Saruo moaned, giving his heavy balls a sharp tug. "Unnfff gonna fuckin' EXPLODE!"

He wrapped his fist around that monstrous shaft, pumping furiously. Wet squelching and frantic panting filled Yuuka's ears, making her head swim.

FAP FAP FAPFAPFAPFAP *SQUELCH SQUELCH* "HAAAHH YUUKA FUCK!"

Yuuka's jaw practically unhinged as Saruo's fapping reached a feverish, frenzied pace. His massive cock was an angry purple, pulsing and throbbing obscenely.

"Fuck fuck fuuuuck gonna NUT!"

Whimpering, Yuuka clenched her trembling thighs together, squirming in her seat. Her lower parts felt so strange, tingling and hot as she watched Saruo debase himself. She'd never seen anything so vulgar, so shameless! But she couldn't look away, transfixed by the lewd squelching, the ropes of precum flinging everywhere.

"AHHH YUUKAAAA!" Saruo howled suddenly, hips spasming out of control. "GONNA BUST THE FATTEST NUT, ALL OVER YOUR GIANT FUCKIN' TITTIES!"

Yuuka gasped, hunching down as if to hide her massive chest. Oh god, just the thought of Saruo's thick spunk coating her sensitive breasts made her dizzy! "D-don't say such things!" she squeaked helplessly.

"HNNNGGGAAAAHHHH!" The camera shook violently as Saruo exploded like a geyser. Boiling jizz erupted from his twitching slit with the force of a firehose.

SPLORRRTT!* A thick rope of semen splattered across the screen, making Yuuka shriek. She goggled in disbelief as spurt after heavy spurt shot into frame, Saruo's cock convulsing almost angrily.

"FUCK! UNNNFFFF YUUKA YUUKAAA!" he roared, fist blurring over his erupting shaft, milking out every drop. Globs of chunky ball snot splashed messily before the camera tipped over. Wet slapping and garbled swears continued out of view.

Yuuka panted harshly, brain utterly fried. It just kept coming and coming, in pulsing waves! Dazedly, she realized her own hand was pressed between her legs. "Oh!"

She snatched it away, face BLAZING. Saruo's nasty grunts and squelches still rang in her ears. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Yuuka squeezed her eyes shut.

But it was futile. That turgid, flushed cock spasming in release was seared into her retinas. The thick pearly cum splattering with obscene wet plops...

Still clenching with a strange ache between her thighs, Yuuka shakily typed out:

Y: that's enough for today! go cool off! (/＼*)

Yuuka trembled in her seat, thighs clenching uncontrollably. She couldn't believe what she was about to do...Her hormones were in overdrive after Saruo's filthy video.

"J-just this once..." she muttered deliriously, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She lifted her hips and shimmied the fabric down slowly, heart pounding. Cool air kissed her heated core, making her whimper.

Inch by tortuous inch, Yuuka peeled her shorts off, exposing her pretty pink slit to the camera. Her puffy lips were flushed and visibly dewy with arousal. Quivering, she spread her thighs, giving Saruo a perfect view of her virgin flower.

"Nnnhhh...!" A desperate whine escaped her as she snapped a pic of her drooling honey pot, folds winking shyly. Chewing her lip, Yuuka typed out a caption with shaking fingers:

Y: y-you earned this... (/＼*) but no more after this, got it?!

pic sent*

Yuuka collapsed back into her chair, adrenaline and lust surging through her body. She couldn't believe she had sent Saruo such an intimate photo! What if he showed people?!

Filled with sudden panic, Yuuka squeezed her eyes shut. She needed a distraction, needed to feel clean and wholesome again...

Kazuya. His name popped into her head clear as day. Sweet, gentlemanly Kazuya, her trusted childhood friend... Talking to him always made everything better.

Y: hey, you still up? (*)
K: yeah, what's up yuuka-chan? everything ok?
Y: mhm~ i was just about to sleep, but wanted to say goodnight! (oo)
K: haha same, guess i better head to bed too. night yuuka!
Y: kazuya...are you, um...

She hesitated, thumbs hovering over the keys. Was she really going to ask her pure-hearted friend about this? After the depravity she had witnessed and taken part in?

Y: really not interested in erotic things? (/)

Cheeks on fire, Yuuka squeezed her eyes shut as she hit send. There was a long, agonizing pause that made her want to melt into the floor from embarrassment. Finally:

K: eh? where's this coming from all of a sudden yuuka-chan?

Poor innocent Kazuya, so taken aback! Yuuka hastily typed out a response, backpedaling.

Y: n-nevermind, sorry for the weird question!
Y: just curious is all, since we're at that age and stuff... (シ_ _)シ

Silence again. Nervously drumming her fingers, Yuuka bit her lip, staring lasers at the "..." typing bubble. Was Kazuya shocked by her boldness? Disgusted?

K: well, i mean...i'm a healthy guy, so i'd be lying if i said i wasn't interested at all, haha ;

Relief flooded through Yuuka at his shy but honest answer. Good old Kazuya!

Y: sooo...what would you say if i sent you something a little sexy? (/)
K: huh? what do you mean yuuka-chan? (・_・ヾ
Y: i was thinking, since we're both curious about that stuff...maybe i could send you a pic? (〃ω〃)
Y: t-to help with your "interests"...

Yuuka's face was on fire as she hit send, the offer hanging heavily in the chat. Oh god, had she really just propositioned Kazuya like some floozy?! Her heart pounded as she awaited judgement.

K: yuuka, i don't think that's appropriate ( )
K: i really care about you, so i don't want our relationship to become strange

A lead weight dropped in Yuuka's stomach. Of course. What was she thinking, sending sleazy pics to pure, gentlemanly Kazuya? He probably thought she was some kind of skank now! Blinking back tears, she hastily typed a response.

Y: no you're totally right, i'm sorry! that was super inappropriate of me (シ_ _)シ
Y: i guess i just got carried away, you know? ha..haha... (_;)

Tears pricked at Yuuka's eyes as she stared at Kazuya's well-meaning rejection. She knew he was right, knew she should just apologize again and say goodnight. But a desperate, lustful part of her brain couldn't let it go.

In a moment of weakness, she impulsively attached the raunchy tit pic and hit send before she could second guess herself. Her huge, creamy breasts were lewdly squished together, nipples visibly poking through the thin fabric of her top.

Y: (_;)

Yuuka's heart raced as she watched the "..." bubble pop up instantly. Kazuya was probably so shocked, seeing her boobs like that out of nowhere! Maybe once the initial surprise faded, he'd realize how hot she was and -

K: yuuka, please don't send me things like this (･ ･｡)
K: i don't want to disrespect you or make things awkward between us
K: let's just forget this happened and stay good friends, ok? i'm heading to bed, goodnight!

Yuuka burst into tears, a harsh sob ripping from her throat. Kazuya hated it! He probably thought she was acting like one of those gross porn star girls Saruo was always going on about!

Devastated, she threw her phone across the room, not bothering to respond. Kazuya didn't want her that way. He'd never see her as anything but his kid sister-like childhood pal.

"Stupid, stupid!" Yuuka bawled, flinging herself face-down onto her bed. She cried herself to sleep, drowning in regret and humiliation, Kazuya's gentle rejection echoing in her head.

Kazuya panted, hand flying over his achingly stiff cock as he ogled Yuuka's obscene selfie for the hundredth time. Her massive tits spilled out of her stretched top, pale flesh jiggling, fat nipples tenting the thin fabric.

"Ahh fuck, Yuuka...!" he gasped, thumbing her puffy areolae on the screen. Beads of precum dribbled over his knuckles as he imagined suckling on those tender buds. "Hnnngghh!"

Thick ropes of jizz splattered Kazuya's fist and phone as he came HARD, brain full of Yuuka's bountiful titties. Guilt immediately flooded him as he caught his breath. What was he doing, defiling their pure friendship like this?!

Cheeks blazing in shame, Kazuya hastily wiped up his mess, vowing to purge all impure thoughts of Yuuka's body. He couldn't bear to face her at school tomorrow, not with these sinful urges lurking in his mind...

The next morning, Yuuka trudged to school alone, shoulders slumped in misery. Dark circles rimmed her bloodshot eyes, evidence of a night spent sobbing. She had ruined everything with her childhood crush! Kazuya probably thought she was some desperate floozy, throwing herself at any guy...

"YOOOO YUUKA-CHAN!" a familiar voice bellowed from behind, startling her. Saruo came bounding up, shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Where's your lil' puppy dog Kazuya, eh?"

Yuuka shot him a withering glare, in no mood for the horny dumbass's antics. "He's sick today," she bit out tersely.

"Oooh really now?" Saruo waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The innocent boy couldn't handle seeing you after that SCANDALOUS pic last night, heheheh!"

Yuuka froze, eyes widening in horror. "W-what? How did you-?!"

"Heh, I have my ways!" Saruo snickered, enjoying her dismay. "Gotta say Yuuka-chan, didn't think ya had it in ya to send such a LEWD shot! Jerked myself raw staring at those fat fuckin' tiddies!"

Humiliated tears stung Yuuka's eyes. Saruo had seen it. He knew what a pathetic slut she was, throwing herself at Kazuya only to get rejected! Just the memory made her want to curl up and die...

Her gaze flicked downward in shame - and got trapped on the massive tent straining Saruo's school slacks. His enormous dick throbbed visibly, practically begging to escape the confines of his pants.

"Like what you see?" the horny bastard crowed, thrusting his hips lewdly. "Been hard as a rock since you showed me that tight 'lil cunny last night! Ready to BURST anytime!"

"I...I'm going to be late for class!" Yuuka blurted out, cheeks flaming. "I have to go!"

Tearing her gaze away with immense effort, Yuuka fled down the hall, Saruo's laughter chasing her heels.

The next day, Kazuya returned to school, stomach in knots at the prospect of facing Yuuka after her risqué pic. To his surprise, neither she nor Saruo were in class.

"It seems Mr. Inagawa decided to ditch today," the teacher droned disapprovingly. "And Ms. Sasaki appears to be out sick..."

Unease churned in Kazuya's gut. Was Yuuka avoiding him out of awkwardness? And why would Saruo miss class too? He fretted all through lunch, replaying Yuuka's lewd selfie over and over.

'Damn it, I'm still not ready to face her!' he lamented, gripping his head in distress. 'But I can't stop thinking about her soft body...her amazing tits...ARGH what's wrong with me?!'

The following morning, Kazuya trudged into class, bleary-eyed from a restless night. Before he could even sit down, Saruo came bounding over, manic grin stretched ear-to-ear.

"KAZUYA! Dude, you are not gonna BELIEVE this!" the hyper boy crowed, slamming his palms on the desk.

"What's got you so riled up?" Kazuya asked warily. The perverted gleam in Saruo's eyes never boded well...

"I. AM. NO. LONGER. A. VIRGIN!" Saruo practically screamed, bouncing in place. A jolt of dread shot through Kazuya. No way, this horny bastard had lost it before him?!

"What...who did you...?" he stammered in disbelief. Saruo leered, waggling his brows.

"Heh, you know the lucky lady VERY well, my dude..." he snickered. "YUUKA-CHAN! We fucked. All. Damn. DAY!"

The world screeched to a sickening halt. Kazuya stared in blank shock, brain refusing to process Saruo's words. "...What?"

"Remember how Yuuka-chan and I were both absent yesterday? Yeeeaahhh, we were way too busy bumpin' nasties to bother with class! HAHAHA!"

Kazuya slowly clenched his trembling fists on the desk, fighting the urge to vomit. This couldn't be happening. His sweet, innocent Yuuka-chan... defiled by this crass pervert?!

"Explain," he gritted out, voice cracking. "Now."

"Hoo boy, don't get yer panties in a twist!" Saruo plopped into a nearby chair, propping his feet up casually. "But since you insist...it all started the day before yesterday, when you pussied out and stayed home. Yuuka-chan and I made plans to hang out and play video games. Just the two of us..."

"YO YUUKA-CHAN!" Saruo's booming voice echoed down the school hall. Yuuka froze, shoulders hunching as the horny delinquent bounded up to her.

"H-hey Saruo..." she mumbled, cheeks coloring as her gaze locked onto the massive bulge tenting the front of his slacks. Holy shit, was it even bigger than before?!

"Soooo...I know our boy Kazuya flaked out today, buuuut...still wanna come over and mash some buttons?" Saruo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

Yuuka gulped dryly, skin prickling with heat. Her rational mind screamed to decline, remembering the humiliating rejection from Kazuya. But a new, shameful part wanted to chase that thrill again...

"U-um, sure, yeah...sounds fun..." she agreed faintly, nipples stiffening as her eyes remained helplessly glued to Saruo's straining zipper.

"Picture it Kazuya - there I was, sittin' RIGHT next to stacked lil' Yuuka-chan, our thighs practically touchin'..." Saruo gesticulated wildly, lost in the retelling.

"I'd already cranked one out like 20 times that day, but FUCK if I wasn't rock hard in seconds! Her scent was so potent, so intoxicating...made me wanna just mount her right there!"

Kazuya clenched his jaw until his teeth creaked, knuckles white around the edge of his desk. His sick imagination provided the visuals against his will - Yuuka's lush body pressed up against Saruo's, the outline of her huge tits...

"She was wearin' this flimsy lil' blouse...DAMN those giant titties were really puttin' it through the ringer!" Saruo panted, eyes glazing over with lecherous awe.

"All I could think about was tearin' it open and watchin' those behemoth boobies bounce free...stickin' my tongue in her cleavage...I didn't give two tugs of a dead dog's cock if she noticed my boner! In fact..."

Saruo licked his chops, hips twitching at the memory. Kazuya wanted to puke, wanted to punch that drooling leer off his face. Saruo leaned forward, voice dropping to a confidential whisper.

"I shifted REAL close...let the head of my cock juuuust graze the side of her tit...and she gasped, Kazuya. Fuckin' GASPED. Her big cow udders were heavin', nips pokin' out like erasers...I couldn't take it anymore!"

Saruo shot to his feet suddenly, chair clattering to the floor. He grabbed his crotch, clutching the hefty bulge as he threw his head back with a groan.

"YUUUUUUUKA~! I howled, whippin' my gigantic fuckin' slab of MAN MEAT out...and SLAPPED it right across her big soft tiddies! WHAP! Knocked the controller right outta her hands! HAHAHAHA!"

Yuuka could only gape in slack-jawed awe as Saruo whipped out his enormous, angrily throbbing cock. She had thought it looked big in his video but SEEING it in person, a monstrous rod of flesh looming mere inches from her face was...

"S-Saruo!" she squeaked in alarm as the fist-sized head smeared wetly across her blouse, leaving a sticky snail trail connecting to her breast. "Wha—mmph!"

Her protests died in her throat as Saruo GROANED like a beast, fisting his huge swollen shaft urgently. His cockhead was so close, pulsing and red, it radiated blistering heat against her vulnerable tits. Yuuka could only tremble, nipples stiffening to painful peaks, as he furiously pumped his megalithic cock RIGHT THERE over her helplessly heaving bosom.

FAP FAP FAPFAPFAPFAPFAP* Saruo snarled through gritted teeth, spittle flying as he violated her personal space, precum flowing in sloppy rivulets down his veiny fuck-pillar. The GameCube controller fell from Yuuka's slack grip, clattering to the floor. Her eyes fixated helplessly on the hypnotic throb of his cock looming mere centimeters from her face.

"Fuck...Yuuka...HNNNGGGHHH!" Saruo grunted, eyes rolling back. His gigantic cock bucked and flexed. Yuuka's breath caught in her throat as she watched in slow motion horror as his cumslit dilated obscenely, a pearly bead of jizz balancing precariously on the tip—

SPLRRRRTTTT!* The floodgates burst open as Saruo BELLOWED in feral bliss. An eruption of thick, ropey semen geysered from his pulsating shaft and splattered across Yuuka's blouse with violent force, the chunky wads audibly slapping her taut tits. She could only sit there frozen, eyes bugging out of her skull as spurt after heavy spurt sprayed her like a cum firehose.

"TAKE IT YUUKA TAKE MY FUCKIN' LOAD!" Saruo roared, spit flying from his lips as he bucked and jerked through his explosive orgasm. His boiling sperm soaked through the thin blouse in seconds, clinging heavily to her soft mounds. The powerful stench of his Ball Snot, bleachy and pungent, smacked Yuuka across the face, making her eyes water.

"What...how...so much...!"

"HNNNGGGHHH YEAHHH LEMME FUCKIN' BASTE THOSE UDDERS!" Saruo bellowed, hips jack-hammering in senseless bliss.

SPLRRRRT SPLOOORT GLORRRRP!*

Saruo's monstrous dong just kept flexing and bucking, hosing Yuuka down with gush after gush of backed-up ball snot. Her white blouse, once crisp and modest, was rapidly becoming a sopping sperm rag, the fabric straining and drooping under the heavy goo-bombardment.

"FFFUUUCCKKK! UNNNGGGHH YUUKA, FUCKIN' TITS! COCK SLEEVE! HNNNNAAAHHH!" Saruo snarled incoherently, eyes rolled back to the whites, drool splattering his chin as he jerked through the aftershocks.

Thick strands of jizz painted Yuuka's neck and jaw from the sheer force of his climax, clinging to her flushed face. The cloying stench of his spooge, bleachy and pungent, invaded her nostrils relentlessly. She could only kneel there dazedly, shellshocked as ropes of chunky spunk oozed down the ruined front of her blouse, soaking the delicate lace of her bra underneath.

"Hah...hahh...fuuuuck..." Saruo panted.

"Dude, my heart was goin' doki-doki SO HARD!" he crowed to Kazuya, gesticulating wildly. "I couldn't believe I actually painted Yuuka-chan's big ol' titties! HNNG! The way she was whimperin' and tremblin'...shit had me DIAMONDS!"

Kazuya clenched his fists till his knuckles creaked, unspeakable rage and despair churning in his gut. He tried to block out the mental image of Yuuka coated in this bastard's spunk, but it was seared into his brain.

Yuuka couldn't tear her eyes away from the heavy, pungent mass of jizz weighing down her blouse, steaming in the cool air.

He...Saruo-kun really...all over my chest... marking me...* she thought blankly, reaching up with a shaking hand to scoop a glob of semen off her collarbone. It stretched lewdly between her fingers, webbing stickily.

Something molten unfurled deep in Yuuka's core, a primal urge awakening for the first time. She SHOULD feel disgusted, violated...but instead...

rustle rustle* Saruo's eyes widened cartoonishly as Yuuka slowly, dreamlike, hiked up her skirt. The wet patch on her cute patterned panties was unmistakable, a line of fluid connecting the drenched fabric to her inner thighs.

"P-please..." she whispered.

"'...keep going...' she said! Yuuka-chan was all tremblin', *pant pant* barely able to breathe she was so fuckin' turned on by my MONSTER COCK! Dude, she... she gave in! W-when she saw how much I had BLASTED her perfect tits...her soaked panties, the smell...!" Saruo's eyes glazed over in feral lust.

"I fuckin' SCOOPED her up, hands full of her jiggly ass, *HONK HONK!* and CHARGED to her bedroom like a man on a mission! My fat horse cock was swingin' and floppin' all over, slappin' her thighs *WHAP WHAP!* leavin' sticky pre-jizz streaks, hehehe..."

"H-hey! S-slow d-AHH!" Yuuka yelped as Saruo yanked her up, bodily stumbling towards her bedroom. His towering fuck-pole bobbed and thwacked against her ass, his hand CLAMPED against her hip.

"Gonna fuckin'...breed you!" He slobbered against her neck, forcing her to half-run, half-trip to keep up with his frenzied humping pace. Her massive udders practically slapped her in the FACE, the fresh spunk weighing down her blouse.

THUD!* Yuuka face-planted into the mattress with a squeak. WHUMP! Saruo LEAPT on her, tongue lolling out, cock squashed between her cheeks. "UNNFFFF YUUKAAAA!"

"W-wait! A c-con-" She tried to protest, voice muffled.

Saruo rutted against her ass like a crazed beast, drooling, SNARLING. "Gonna...fuck you RAW! Hnnnnghhh!"

"N-NO! A c-condom!" She slapped at his thigh frantically. Saruo paused, blinking dumbly.

rustle rustle* "F-fine! Fuck!" With shaking hands, he fumbled a packet from his pants, clumsily ripping the wrapper with his teeth. "Don't wanna...get you knocked up...on the first go, heheh..."

Yuuka buried her burning face in her arms, pussy CLENCHING at his words. Knocked up...he wanted to...! She shivered as his arms caged her, condom rolled on.

Thwap! Splat!* "Mmmph!" Yuuka whimpered as Saruo's latex-sheathed cock smacked between her cheeks again, his hips driving him forward to smear his bloated cockhead across the drenched seat of her panties. "A-ahh~!"

"Shit...your pussy...HNNGG!" Saruo groaned, eyes rolling back. Her panties had ridden up DEEP into the cleft of her mound, the measly strip SOAKED with sizzling girl-honey. Phat pussy lips puffed out obscenely on either side, a tempting pillow for his cock.

"S-Saruo-kuuun!" Yuuka cried out brokenly, struggling to lift her head. He snarled, snatching a fistful of her hair and SLAMMED her face back down. "Mmmmnnn!"

"Gonna...mark you!" He slurred, thrashing his head. Dazed, Yuuka could only hiccup and moan as hot rivulets of Saruo's drool pattered onto her neck, sliding under her collar. "My bitch... Yuuka!"

One hand fisted her hair, YANKING her head to the side as the other fumbled with her skirt. RRRRIP! The flimsy garment fluttered to the floor.

"AHH!" Yuuka jolted, electrified, as cool air kissed her bare, jiggling ass.

"Mmnph...Sssaruo...wha-ahhHHH!" Her question dissolved into a breathy squeal as he ground his hips down, driving the hot, bulbous head of his cock HARD against her pussy through her panties. The flimsy cotton was PLASTERED to her drooling slit, molding every puffy fold.

"Drippin' already... SHIT!" He snarled in her ear, tongue slithering out to taste her neck. "Gotta... get my cock WET!"

SHLORP SMACK* "MMNAH~!" Yuuka's eyes rolled back, drool leaking from the corner of her slack mouth as Saruo SLURPED a sloppy path up her neck to her ear. His tongue probed DEEP, swirling in the shell as he rutted. "Hhah...hahh...S-Saruo!"

Panting harshly, Saruo leaned back, weight shifting. His eyes FEASTED on her upturned rump, the perfect peach splayed out just for him. "F-FUCK!"

Yuuka gasped, back arching as his cock THROBBED against her pussy, latex straining. Every velvety ridge and pulsing vein SEARED into her bubbling cunny through the soaked fabric barrier. "Hnngh...please...!"

As the tip of Saruo's fat towering fuck-pole thwapped onto the drenched strip of Yuuka's soaked-through panties, she suddenly had a moment of clarity through the mad haze of lust.

W-wait...is this really happening...with SARUO?!* she thought in shock, feeling his tongue slithering up her neck, slobbering on her ear as he dry-humped her quivering pale ass cheeks from behind.

"Nnngghh...S-Saruo, w-wait..." Yuuka whimpered, trying to squirm away. But she was pinned under his scrawny weight, wrists trapped, face mashed into the pillow.

"HEHEHEH FUCK YEAH, CHECK OUT THIS PHAT ASS!" Saruo crowed in breathless excitement to Kazuya, eyes bugging out as he recalled that glorious moment. "Her fuckin' RUMP, dude...two fuckin' MARSHMALLOWS!" He gestured lewdly, making honking motions.

"I grabbed two big ol' HANDFULS of dat WAGON and just fuckin' KNEADED, bro! *honk honk honk* Pale as fuckin' SNOW and soft as fuckin' TITS! HNNNNGGGHHH!"

Saruo's hips bucked frantically, cock pulsing in his pants as he relived the event. "Her FUCKHOLE, Kazuya...her CUNT...it was SCHLICKING...fuckin' DROOLING for my cock! Panties GLUED to her pussy, she was so WET! SLUUUUURRRRPP!"

He smacked his lips, drooling openly as he recalled peeling Yuuka's soaked panties down her thick thighs, the fabric CLINGING to her messy gash. Frothy girl-slime WEBBED from her puffy fuck-pillows to her panties, strands snapping and flicking onto her ass.

Yuuka could only tremble and pant as Saruo shucked her panties, baring her sloppy, desperate cunny to the cool air. Girly juices immediately oozed from her twitching slit in invitation. Part of her still resisted, wanted to push him off, to preserve her purity...but her body betrayed her, hips lifting unconsciously, presenting herself for breeding.

Saruo's bloated cocktip notched between Yuuka's engorged pussylips, smearing clear pre in syrupy strands. Yuuka's breath hitched as he PRESSED...but didn't push in. Her pussy FLEXED, trying to suck him in, greedy for penetration. But the bastard just circled her entrance, TEASING...

"FUCK...YUUKA! Feel that...? My COCK...!" Saruo panted in her ear, voice thick with lust. "Gonna fuckin'...WRECK your cherry!"

Yuuka's eyes fluttered, rolling back in her skull as the broad head of his fuckpillar KISSED her hymen through her clenching opening. "Nnaaahhh~!"

"And then...HHHNNNGGGHHHH!"

"I SLAMMED IT IN DUDE! I SLAMMED MY DICK IN YUUKA'S PUSSY!" His cock visibly throbbed in his pants, a wet patch spreading.

Yuuka shriekd, spine LOCKING as Saruo rammed his horse cock into her tight teenaged pussy. Her back arched SHARPLY, entire body jolting as if electrocuted.

"SSSAAARRRUUUOOOO-KUUUN! AHHHNNN~!"

SHLLLORRRPPP!* Her greedy cunt seemed to INHALE his veiny shaft, suctioning him in balls-deep in one mighty SURGE, lips CLINGING to his pulsing root.

"UUNNF FUCK! SO TIGHT... SO FUCKIN' WET! SHIT, YUUKA!" Saruo grunted, eyes rolling back. He HILTED inside her, womb TAKING the tip of his cock.

Yuuka SQUEALED SHRILLY, thighs quivering around Saruo's bucking hips. She was SPLIT OPEN, SKEWERED on his monstrous rod, pussy CRAMMED obscenely full of hot, hard COCK. The bulbous head RAMMED her cervix, the entrance to her womb, making her eyes CROSS.

Kazuya-kun...!* For a moment, Yuuka thought of her pure childhood friend...then Saruo DREW BACK and FUCKED IN again, CORING her clasping cunny. "KYYAAAAHHHNNN~!"

SQUELCH SQUELCH SCHLLORRPPP!* Frothy cunny cream SQUELCHED obscenely as Saruo started SAWING in and out of Yuuka's tight honeypot, the pussy-dribble SPLATTERING his groin. Her mind went BLANK, all resistance OBLITERATED.

"SHIT SHIT HUNNGH YUUKAAAA!" Saruo's tongue lolled from his mouth at the indescribable pleasure of Yuuka's silky, naked pussy gripping him like a fist. Without her hymen to act as a barrier, her creaming fuckhole SEALED around him COMPLETELY, velvet muscles RIPPLING.

"It was like...HNNNGGG!" Saruo grunted to Kazuya, entire body SHAKING as he recalled the mind-blowing sensation. "Like fuckin' WARM SILK wrapped around my dick! So TIGHT! So SOFT 'n' WET inside! AND THEN-"

Yuuka WAILED, back BOWING as Saruo SLAMMED his cock home again, hips CLAPPING against her jiggling ass cheeks. That drew-out MOOO dissolved into staccato gasps, pitched high and needy as he RUTTED into her sopping twat-

"YUUKAAAAAA! FFFUUUUCKKKK! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Saruo BELLOWED, head flung back. His nuts YANKED UP, ready to FIRE-

SPLOOOOORTTTCCHHHH!* Yuuka HOWLED, BUCKED bodily as a DELUGE of hot jizz suddenly FLOODED her pussy. She could feel his cock FLEXING, each THROB and SPASM as it DISGORGED what felt like GALLONS into the straining condom.

"HHHNNNNGGGHHHH! YUUUKAAA! HNNNAAAHHHH!"

Saruo's eyes rolled back in his skull, hips JACKHAMMERING WILDLY as he SHOT the BIGGEST, most EXPLOSIVE NUT of his life, right into his dream girl's fluttering pussy!

"GYYAAAAHHHNNN~!" *GUSH GUSH* Yuuka SQUIRTED around Saruo's erupting cock, cunny milking him in ecstasy. Each mighty THROB of his flexing rod battered her clenching walls, making her QUAKE around him. "AAAHHNNN~! AAANNHHH~!"

Saruo's cock just kept JERKING and SPURTING, pumping GOUT after HEAVY GOUT of thick baby batter into the bulging condom. Yuuka could feel the crinkly latex STRETCHING deeper and DEEPER inside as he offloaded HUGE WADS of seed. It felt like someone was inflating a CUM BALLOON in her molten pussy!

"AHN AHN AHNNN! AAAHHN~!" Yuuka's hips began to GRIND BACK, SLOPPY, mindless with lust. Her cervix FLUTTERED against the flexing tip of Saruo's pulsating dong, GULPING at the wads of spunk ballooning the condom. Girl-cum SQUIRTED from her plugged slot, joining the FLOOD of slime gumming up Saruo's crotch.

SPPPPPLLLLUUURRRRTTTTTT!*

The condom BULGED OBSCENELY, CUM-WAD INFLATING to the size of a SOFTBALL as Saruo GEYSERED the last of his ball snot DIRECTLY into Yuuka's spasming cunny! Her eyes rolled back, drool splattering her chin as she SCREAMED her release!

"AAAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN~! "

Yuuka went BONELESS, her last shred of innocence SHATTERED, ass cheeks and thighs QUIVERING around Saruo's still-spurting cock, his heavy sack BOUNCING off her clit with each jet of sperm...

Saruo GASPED for air, almost hyperventilating in GLEE as he relived dumping the FATTEST NUT in history into Yuuka's teen twat. He met Kazuya's eyes, irises GLITTERING with smug malice.

"And I nutted...and I nutted...and I fuckin' NUTTED some more!" he bragged, spreading his arms wide. "The pussy was too fuckin' GOOD, bro! I couldn't stop!"

Kazuya could only listen in mounting despair and impotent rage as Saruo gleefully described violating Yuuka in pornographic detail, heedless of his friend's anguish.

"FUCK! Bro...nutting in a pussy is just...HNNNGGG!" The horny bastard's eyes rolled back in remembered bliss, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. "Once you feel that wet, tight HEAT wrapped around your cock...a hand or onahole ain't SHIT compared to that! My fuckin' BRAIN was melting! I saw GOD!"

Saruo panted harshly, rubbing himself through his pants as he relived the life-changing moment. "My SOUL was nutting! My existence was JIZZING! I was cumming with HAPPINESS! And it just wouldn't STOP! My cock and balls were in HEAVEN!"

"HHHAAAHH~! AAAAHHNNN~! S-SARUOOO! "

Yuuka WAILED DELIRIOUSLY into the sweat-soaked sheets, pussy CLENCHING AND SPASMING wildly around Saruo's still-erupting cock. Her eyes had rolled back in their sockets, unfocused and fluttering. Drool poured from her slack, moaning mouth, puddling under her flushed cheek.

SPLORRRT SPLORRRTT SPLORRRTCCHH!*

Saruo just kept CUMMING AND CUMMING, hips SLAMMING against Yuuka's rippling ass cheeks in senseless ecstasy. The bulging condom was PACKED with a grapefruit-sized wad of chunky spunk, PLUGGING her clenching twat to the brim.

"FUCK! YUUKA! HNNNGGHH! PUSSY! SO GOOD! COCK! MELTING!" Saruo babbled, mind totally FRIED by the explosive pleasure. Snot dribbled from his nostrils to join the drool splattering his chin as he RAILED Yuuka like a man possessed.

BANG BANG BANG!* The bed SLAMMED against the wall with each mighty THRUST of Saruo's jackhammering hips, the metal frame GROANING in protest. Sweat flew from their lewdly tangled bodies, further drenching the already sopping sheets beneath them.

"HAAAHH~! HAAAHH~! AAAHHNNN~! " Yuuka's heavy breasts BOUNCED AND JIGGLED with each brutal impact, spilling lewdly out the collar of her cum-soaked blouse. Her nipples were visibly straining against the thin, wet fabric, FAT and THROBBING with need.

Tongue lolling from her open mouth, Yuuka's body SHUDDERED AND SPASMED through the longest, most MIND-MELTING orgasm of her life. She GRIPPED the rumpled bedsheets in white-knuckled ecstasy, back ARCHING as a fresh flood of girl-cum GUSHED out around Saruo's flexing shaft.

"HNNAAAHH~! AAHHN~! S-SARUOOO! C-CUMMING! AAHHNNN~!"

That SHRIEK quickly devolved into garbled moans and gasps as Yuuka QUAKED through the aftershocks, reduced to a drooling, spasming MESS. Her pussy CLENCHED RHYTHMICALLY around the bloated condom stretching her cunny, MILKING Saruo for every thick wad of ball snot.

The poor girl's expression was one of pure, slack-jawed AHEGAO - eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, face BLAZING red. Yuuka panted and SHIVERED mindlessly, brain completely scrambled by the overwhelming sensations bombarding her young body.

SHHLORP SHHLORP SHHLORP~!*

Saruo GROUND his still-spurting cock as DEEP as it would go, CRUSHING Yuuka's twitching cervix. The crinkly, overfull condom BULGED OUT OF HER, stuffed to near-bursting with his thick seed. He GRIPPED her meaty ass cheeks for leverage, kneading the soft flesh, spreading her wide open.

"FUCK! YUUKA! SO TIGHT! SO WET! KEEP CUMMING ON MY COCK! AAGGHH!" Saruo growled savagely, pearly ropes of drool connecting his lolling tongue to Yuuka's sweaty back.

Yuuka could only KEEN WEAKLY, voice hoarse and cracking, as her pussy was POUNDED into oblivion. Saruo's stamina was inhuman, ENDLESS - he just kept THRUSTING and NUTTING, using her fluttering fuckhole like a cum toilet.

"AAAHH~! AAHHNN~! S-SARUOO! T-TOO MUCHHH~! HAAAHHH~!"

But her desperate squeals only spurred him on, hips CLAPPING WETLY against her jiggling rump. The bulging condom was TUGGED back with each backstroke before RAMMING HOME again, CHURNING the massive load inside her.

It felt like Saruo was trying to RESHAPE her teenage twat, MOLD it to the fat contours of his erupting cock! The heavy, SLOSHING mass of spunk made Yuuka's flat belly BULGE VISIBLY with each grinding thrust!

"HNNAAAHHH~! HHAAAHH~! C-CUMMING~! AAAHHNNN~!"

Tears streamed down Yuuka's contorted face, eyes fluttering in their sockets as she was FUCKED STRAIGHT INTO SENSELESS NIRVANA! Her brain felt like it was COOKING inside her skull, bubbling out her ears!

Yuuka's universe shrank down to the huge PULSING SHAFT sawing in and out of her PLOWED pussy, the STEAMING FLOOD of jizz simmering in her guts! Saruo's monstrous cock DOMINATED her every thought, her every sensation!

At that moment, Yuuka truly BROKE - mind, body and soul SHATTERED by the hurricane of bestial pleasure!

" HAAAHH~! AAHHNN~! S-SARUOOO~! "

Saruo shook his head in awe, eyes misty with joy as he relived Yuuka's complete submission to his raging cock. "Seriously dude...is there ANYTHING better than busting a nut in Yuuka's pussy? My brain was fuckin' FRIED!"

Kazuya could only clench his fists, throat working around the massive lump of despair lodged there. His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest, stomped on, pissed on, then unceremoniously shoved back in.

To know that Yuuka - sweet, innocent Yuuka - had been so thoroughly CLAIMED by this horny deviant...it was too much to bear. Kazuya squeezed his eyes shut, trying futilely to block out Saruo's graphic descriptions.

"Hnngghhh!" Saruo grunted, entire body tensing as his mammoth cock expelled the last of his gooey load into Yuuka's ravaged cunt. The bulging condom strained to contain the sheer volume, turned into a CUM BALLOON plugging her oozing slit.

"Fuck...your pussy's makin' my dick melt off!" he groaned, cock still twitching inside her. Yuuka could only whimper pitifully, eyes glazed over, body quivering uncontrollably in the aftermath of her mind-breaking orgasms.

"Haaahh...haaahhh...S-Saruooo...n-no more..."

But the insatiable beast just cackled, gripping her meaty hips tighter. "Sorry babe, you're in for a LOOONG night! This rod ain't goin' soft anytime soon!"

Yuuka whined in dizzy dismay as Saruo slowly, torturously DRAGGED his spent cock from her abused folds with a wet SHLLLORRPPP! The cum-bloated condom, swollen to the size of a fucking GRAPEFRUIT, emerged from between her quivering thighs.

"Sweet fuckin' jesus!" Saruo crowed, holding up the jizz-balloon in awe. It sloshed obscenely, his chunky goo churning within the bulging latex sheath. "Look at this fat fuckin' nut! Hnnngghh, my balls outdid themselves!"

Yuuka whimpered, face blazing, as the cool air kissed her gaping, sloppy pussy. Her puffy lips twitched, flexing around emptiness, a strand of cloudy girl-cum connecting the condom to her messy gash.

"Ah! Ah...aahhnnn ..." she panted mindlessly, plump asscheeks jiggling. The aftershocks still wracked her young body, thighs quivering uncontrollably. More frothy cunt-cream dribbled out to puddle beneath her battered mound.

His...his huge load...was in me...stretching me out...!* Yuuka thought deliriously, inner walls still fluttering. Her slit made obscene SQUELCHING noises as it tried to clench on nothing.

But before she could finish that thought, rubbery warmth pressed against her tender folds once more. Her eyes flew open, rolling back to focus blearily on Saruo.

"W-wha...? Again...?"

"Told ya I'm not done with this pussy yet!" Saruo snarled, gripping her chunky asscheeks in a bruising hold. "Gonna RUIN it! Pump it FULL! You're MINE, Yuuka!"

Ignoring her high-pitched keens, he CRAMMED his fat cockhead against her tender opening and SLAMMED IN BALLS-DEEP!

"GYAAAAAHHHHNNNN~!"

SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH!*

Kazuya clenched his fists, face twisting in agony as Saruo gleefully described PLOWING into Yuuka's defenseless cunt, giving her no time to recover. Hot tears pricked at his eyes, stomach churning.

"Dude, I'm telling you, her pussy was MELTING around my dick!" Saruo crowed, pumping his hips lewdly. "Every thrust felt like my cock was gonna DISSOLVE in her boiling slit! And her fuckin' TITTIES-"

With a nasty leer, the horny bastard pantomimed unbuttoning an invisible shirt. "First thing I did while reaming her out? TORE open her blouse! Fuck, I've been DYING to see those sweater puppies in all their glory!"

Kazuya flinched. He shamefully recalled all the times he had stared at Yuuka's impressive bust, wondering how soft and heavy they would feel in his hands...

"Like fuckin' MELONS, dude!" Saruo spread his palms wide in awe, making evocative groping motions. "Flopped out into my waiting hands! Biggest, softest tits EVER! And seeing her face while I squeezed 'em..."

He shuddered in glee, eyes rolling back briefly. "Haahhh...the way her pretty mouth fell open, the cute noises she made as I SANK my lucky fingers into all that titty-meat... nirvana!"

"Mmmmnaaahh~! S-Saruooo! T-that's...aahhhnnnn~!"

Yuuka's breathy moans hitched an octave as Saruo GROPED her massive mammaries, calloused palms engulfing the doughy flesh possessively. Her entire body trembled, back arching to push more tit into his kneading mitts.

"Damn, Yuuka! These udders are UNREAL!" the horny boy gasped reverently, eyes glued to her jouncing jugs as he pistoned into her sweltering cunny. Each meaty SMACK of his hips made her round globes quiver like jello!

Yuuka tossed her head frantically on the pillow, garbled mewls spilling from her slack mouth as Saruo SQUEEZED and JIGGLED her huge breasts, sinking his fingers into the butter-soft flesh. Sweat trickled down his forearms, her damp skin hot to the touch.

"Oooohhhnnn~! Haaahhh~! M-my boobs...! Aaahhhnnnn~!" She panted deliriously, hardly able to string two words together. Yuuka felt like she was drowning in SENSATION - the rutting cock jackhammering her molten core, the rough hands groping and tugging her heavy tits!

Saruo panted harshly above her, nostrils flaring as he drank in the lewd spectacle of Yuuka's sweat-slicked body writhing beneath him. His beady eyes fixated on the ripe, jiggling melons overflowing his hands, searing the sight into his spank bank for life.

Can't...believe it...!* Yuuka thought hazily, pleasure shorting her brain out. *I'm showing...a boy...my bare boobs...!*

But the humiliation only made her cunt SQUELCH SLOPPILY around Saruo's sawing cock, slick folds clutching greedily. Drool dribbled from the corner of her gaping mouth, eyes fluttering in their sockets as he SQUEEZED and FONDLED her aching mammaries without mercy.

"They're so BIG! So fuckin' SOFT!" Saruo groaned throatily, fingers SINKING into the plush titty-meat, JIGGLING them in his palms. "Could fuckin' bury my dick in your cleavage and take a nap! Shit Yuuka, your boobs are gonna make me NUT!"

"Oh! Oh! Aaaahhhnnn-!" was all the shell-shocked girl could pant out in response, mind completely scrambled by the onslaught of sensation. Saruo's touch was electric, igniting every nerve ending, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake!

SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH!*

Lewd SQUELCHES filled the room as Saruo DRILLED her spasming pussy, his wiry hips CLAPPING against her jiggling asscheeks. The bulbous tip of his pulsating cock BATTERED her cervix with every thrust, making Yuuka see stars!

"Gonna...BUST...again!" Saruo grunted savagely, picking up the pace until the bed was SLAMMING into the wall. Yuuka just writhed and sobbed brokenly in ecstasy, pleasure mounting higher...higher...

Pearly drool splattering down his chin, Saruo grit his teeth and reamed Yuuka's cunt like a man possessed. His balls were THROBBING, pulled taut with their churning payload. He squeezed and jiggled her fat tits harder, using the plush flesh as handles to yank her body down onto his cock.

"HHNNNAAAHHH~!AAAHHNNN~!S-SARUOOO~!"

Yuuka arched clear off the bed with a SHRIEK, boobs bouncing wildly as a TSUNAMI of sensation crashed over her! Her cunt RIPPLED and SPASMED around Saruo's pounding prick, folds clutching desperately as he RAILED her into the headboard!

"FUCK! YUUKA! GONNA CUMMM!"

SPLLLLLRRRRRRTTTTTTT!*

Crushing her milky tit-pillows in a white-knuckled grip, Saruo let out an animalistic ROAR as his cock EXPLODED, pumping surge after hot surge of backed-up ball-snot into the straining condom. Yuuka's eyes rolled back in their sockets, tongue lolling out as she felt him THROB and GUSH inside her fluttering pussy.

Consciousness flickered, darkness tunneling her vision until all she could focus on was the HUGE FLEXING COCK stretching her cunt wide open. Pleasure CRASHED over her in tsunami after merciless tsunami, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy.

For an endless, dizzy moment, Yuuka floated in nirvana, entire being focused on the electric pulses of bliss radiating from where she and Saruo were joined. She was dimly aware of his hands GROPING her juddering boobs, sweat-slick fingers SINKING INTO her soft titty-meat...but everything else faded away into white static...

He couldn't believe this was happening.

Nausea churned in Kazuya's stomach, rising acidic in his throat as Saruo gleefully described violating Yuuka in the most depraved ways. He clenched his fists until the knuckles bleached white, fingernails biting bloody crescents into his palms.

"Dude, you haven't truly LIVED until you've touched a woman's ass! Especially Yuuka's fat, jiggly rump!" Saruo crowed, making evocative squeezing motions. "Even with her skirt on, I always knew she was packing some SERIOUS cake...but seeing it bare, in the flesh? UNREAL!"

Kazuya's teeth creaked as he ground his jaw, trying futilely to block out the mental images assaulting his brain. But he couldn't stop picturing it - Yuuka bent over, skirt flipped up, two perfect pale globes quivering as Saruo GROPED and KNEADED-

"Her ass had such VOLUME, such HEFT in my hands!" Saruo panted, eyes glazed with lecherous awe. "Fuck, the moment I saw those phat cheeks...my hips started moving on their own, slamming into her! Felt like my cock was gonna BURST if I didn't bury it in her shitter ASAP!"

"HAAAHHHHNNN~! S-SARUOOO! W-WHAT ARE YOU- AAAHHHNNN~!"

Yuuka WAILED in shocked disbelief as Saruo roughly flipped her over, shoving her face down into the mattress. Her huge tits SMUSHED beneath her, nipples chafing on the sheets as he YANKED her ass up high.

"Goddamn, would you look at that..." Saruo slurred, openly drooling at the sight of Yuuka's upturned rump, cheeks flexing as she squirmed. Her slick slit winked at him from between, flushed and puffy from the thorough reaming.

"P-please, I c-can't-AAAHHH~!" Yuuka's desperate pleas morphed into a shrill SHRIEK as Saruo notched his fat cockhead against her twitching asshole.

SHHLORRPPP~!* "GYAAAHHHHNNN~!"

Yuuka's eyes rolled back in their sockets, drool splattering her chin as Saruo FORCED his latex-sheathed cock past her clenched rim. The searing friction made her entire body SEIZE UP, back locking into a painful arch.

"FUCK YEAH, VIRGIN ASS! SO FUCKIN' TIGHT!" Saruo bellowed, head lolling backward on his shoulders. His tongue unfurled from his mouth like a panting dog, dangling obscenely as he rutted into Yuuka's spasming shithole.

Animal grunts and squeals filled the room, punctuated by the vulgar SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH of cock violating ass. Yuuka was practically SOBBING into the pillow, pain and pleasure shorting out her brain, reducing her to a mewling MESS.

CLAP CLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK!*

Saruo's wiry hips PISTONED like a machine, HAMMERING his girthy dong in and out of Yuuka's clutching butthole. Her fat asscheeks RIPPLED with each meaty impact, the creamy flesh flushing rosy from the abuse.

"HHNNGGG! GONNA- HHAAAHH- BUST IN THIS- HNNNFFF- TIGHT ASS!"

The horny deviant panted raggedly, drool splattering down onto Yuuka's sweat-slicked back. His beady eyes were rolled back in their sockets, unseeing.

Jackhammering in and out of the heavenly warmth sheathing his cock, Saruo felt like his very SOUL was seconds from exploding out the tip of his dick! He couldn't fathom anything more mind-meltingly AMAZING than Yuuka's VIRGIN asshole milking his shaft!

"SAAA...RUUU...OOOO~!" Yuuka garbled out, face smushed into the pillow, eyes utterly glazed over. Her massive tits swung and FLOPPED heavily beneath her, luridly visible from the side. Globs of drool pattered down to soak the sheets, flying from her slack mouth with each body-wracking THRUST.

SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH! SPLORRRCH!*

"-and then I pushed my hips as hard as I could and BLEW the BIGGEST fuckin' nut right in her shitter!" Saruo crowed breathlessly, fist-pumping. "Shit was SO cash! Like my brain was nutting right along with my cock! GOOOOOOOD SHIT!"

Kazuya swallowed thickly, adams apple bobbing as he fought down the bile surging up his throat. He wanted to scream, to cry, to put his fist through a wall...but he could only sit there woodenly, Saruo's graphic retelling playing out in his mind's eye in lurid detail.

He...he took Yuuka in every hole...used her innocent body like a cocksleeve!*

"HHEEE~! HHEEE~! HAAAHHN~!"

Yuuka squealed like a stuck pig, fat ass SLAPPING down over and over, riding Saruo's bucking cock for all she was worth. Her plush cheeks RIPPLED obscenely with each downward plunge, molding around his pistoning hips.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP SMACK!*

"FUCK YUUKA! JUST LIKE THAT! SLAM THAT PHAT ASS!" Saruo grunted, hands clenched bruisingly on her wide hips, yanking her down to meet his thrusts. His cock was buried to the hilt, bloated balls SMACKING her puffy slit with each gut-churning grind.

Yuuka's massively fat tits FLOPPED and SWUNG wildly, slapping together lewdly as she rode Saruo like a woman possessed. Her nipples were diamond-hard, throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. Sweat poured down her flushed body, flying off in arcs.

"HAAAHH~! HOOOH~! S-SARUOOO! AAAHHHNNN~!" She tossed her head back with a guttural moan, drool spattering her bouncing jugs. Yuuka was too far gone to care about looking or sounding slutty - all that mattered was chasing the BURST of hot ecstasy lurking just out of reach!

Dropping her entire body weight down one last time, Yuuka let out an animalistic HOWL as Saruo's cock RAMMED her cervix like a battering ram! She clenched down HARD.

"OH FUCK OH SHIT YUUUKAAAAA!"

SPLOOOOOOOORRRRTTTTT!*

Saruo bucked clean off the bed, back arching like a drawn bow as he EXPLODED inside Yuuka's churning twat. She could feel his cock FLEXING, gushing TORRENT after SEARING TORRENT into the ballooning condom, plug her to the brim.

"CUMMING~! CUMMING~! HAAAAHHHHNNN~!" Yuuka babbled senselessly, voice cracking, eyes rolling back in her skull. Her pussy RIPPLED and SPASMED, clit pulsing in rapture as electric bliss seared through her writhing form.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

Numbly, Kazuya listened to Saruo recount the various ways he'd utterly RUINED Yuuka, each more depraved than the last. A perverse part of his brain couldn't help but picture it...

He licked...her armpit?*

"Mmmmnnn...you smell so fuckin' GOOD Yuuka!" Saruo husked, thrusting his nose deep into Yuuka's damp armpit. He inhaled raggedly, tongue unfurling to sloppily lave the sensitive skin. "Shit...this scent...goes RIGHT to my cock!"

"Ooohhhh nooo... that's so embarrassing!" Yuuka squealed, face BLAZING as Saruo greedily huffed her sweaty musk. The wet friction of his tongue made her entire body shudder, toes curling involuntarily.

Her massive udders jiggled and BOUNCED, slapping together with each full-body shiver. Saruo's other hand was busy between her legs, two fingers PUMPING in and out of her sloppy twat.

SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK~!*

"Haaahhh...the taste of your skin...your erotic pheromones..." Saruo panted deliriously, eyes rolling back in bliss. "Turning me into a BEAST! Making me wanna RUIN this pussy!"

Yuuka let out a garbled wail as he SHOVED her legs wide and RAMMED his cock in to the hilt! She clawed at the sheets, drool splattering her chin as he started SAWING in and out, hips SLAPPING frantically against her jiggling asscheeks.

"AAHHHNN~! S-SARUOOO! SO DEEEP~! HAAAHH~!"

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRCH!*

Kazuya felt like his heart was being ripped right out of his chest, each graphic detail another dagger to his breaking heart. His sweet, precious Yuuka...delirious on another man's cock...

"Dude, burying my face in Yuuka's sweaty tits while I shoot thick ropes in her pussy, it's HEAVEN!" Saruo gloated, clutching his crotch. "That cleavage, it's like...a slice of paradise nestled between her massive udders! Hot and damp and smelling so fuckin' SWEET!"

Kazuya cringed, stomach churning at the violation of Yuuka's innocence. But Saruo plowed ahead, eyes glazing over in lecherous awe.

"The aroma wafting outta that jiggly titty-valley...SHIT! It's like an aphrodisiac mainlined to your brain! One whiff and your cock is DIAMOND HARD, hips pumping like a piston outta control!" He humped the air, drool splattering his chin.

"Hnngh...hnngh...hnngh...and when you nut with your nose shoved in that funky cleft...your jizz comes out like SUPER SEMEN! Backed up ball-snot from the deepest pits of your sack! Gnnnaaahhhh!"

Kazuya wanted to puke, cry and scream all at once. His poor sweet Yuuka, her purity defiled by this rutting pig! But the worst was yet to come...

"Mmmppphh...mmmmnnaaahh...chuuu~! "

SMOOCH SMACK SLURRRP~!*

Yuuka's lewd moans were swallowed by Saruo's plundering mouth, his tongue SLOTTING past her lips to tangle wetly with her own. Drool dribbled down their chins, smearing filthily.

"That's it bitch...swallow my fuckin' spit...gguuhhh..." Saruo grunted between sloppy kisses, hips SLAMMING down. His bloated balls SMACKED her ass with each animalistic thrust, hairy sack SLAPPING her taint.

"Haaahh...haaahhh...mmmmnnn chuuu~! "

SHHLORP SPLORRCH SMACK SQUELCH!*

Yuuka's eyes rolled back in their sockets, mouth hanging open slack and drooling as she got RAILED. The vulgar squelches of Saruo's latex-wrapped cock DRILLING her cunt reached a fever pitch, punctuated by the rhythmic CLAP CLAP CLAP of his wiry hips against her jiggling ass.

Her fingers scrabbled at Saruo's sweaty back, blunt nails digging in as she clung on for dear life. Snot leaked from the horny boy's flaring nostrils, tongue unfurling grotesquely to lap at Yuuka's gasping mouth.

SMACK SLURRRP SMOOCH~!*

"Mmmhhnnn~! Saruo-kuuun~! Aaahhhnnn chuuuu~!"

Yuuka babbled deliriously between messy, open-mouthed kisses, drool webbing between their tangled tongues. Her massive tits FLOPPED and SLAPPED heavily, sweaty undersides chafing together lewdly.

"Gonna nut...while sucking your tongue!" Saruo gasped out, expression strained with impending release. Panting harshly, he RAMMED his mouth against Yuuka's in a filthy liplock, tongues sliding sloppily.

SPLLLRRRTTT~!* "Mmmmnnnaaahhh~!"

Yuuka's pleasured wail was muffled by Saruo's slobbering mouth, her body SPASMING uncontrollably as his cock EXPLODED deep in her fluttering twat. She could feel the condom ballooning rapidly, FLOODING with gushing semen.

"Ooohhh fucckkkk...brain...melting...hhhnnnaaahhh...!"

"Yuuka had the most ahegao face when we tongue-fucked, dude! Eyes rolled back, fuckin' DROOLING like a bitch in heat!" Saruo crowed to Kazuya, tongue lolling out grotesquely.

"Shit, she's always been real cute...but when she's getting RAILED? Holy fuck, her expression is so nasty! So fuckin' EROTIC! Turns me into a goddamned ANIMAL!"

Kazuya shuddered violently, brain bombarded by Saruo's pornographic descriptions. He wanted to block it all out, to un-hear every filthy detail...but he was frozen, forced to listen to more.

"That same sweet lil' Yuuka, bro...when her female instincts kick in? She CHANGES! Moaning like a WHORE, tits floppin' everywhere...it's unreal!" Saruo got a distant look in his eyes, reliving the moment.

"Her moans...her SQUEALS...they go right to my fuckin' balls! Light my dick on FIRE! Shit, when Yuuka gets going...not even the world's sloppiest pocket pussy could compare!"

"S-SARUOOO~! NOOOO M-MORE~! C-CUMMIIINNNGGGG~!"

Yuuka WAILED brokenly, back arched painfully as Saruo RAMMED his cock in and out of her battered cunt. He had her arms gripped behind her back, WHEELBARROWING her limp body on his shaft.

BANG BANG BANG BANG~!*

The headboard SLAMMED into the wall, entire bed frame SCREECHING across the floor with the force of Saruo's feral POUNDING. Drool flew from the corners of his gaping mouth, hips BLURRING.

"FffffFFFFFUUCKKKKKKKKK YUUUKAAAA!" His crazed bellow was barely intelligible, dissolving into garbled grunts and snarls. Sweat poured from Saruo's body, veins bulging purplish beneath his skin.

SLAP SLAP SLAP CLAP SQUELCH~!*

Yuuka's massive udders FLOPPED wildly, COLLIDING with meaty THWAPS. Thick, pearly ropes of drool swung from her lolling tongue, eyes rolled back to the whites. Her conscious mind had long since shattered into blissed-out pieces.

"HAAAHH~! HOOOOH~! AAAHHHNNN~! SARUOOO! SARUOOOO~!"

She babbled his name over and over like a prayer, voice cracking shrilly. Her jiggly rump TWERKED up and down on his cock, fleshy cheeks CLAPPING together wetly. Clear girl-cum SQUIRTED from her plugged cunny, spraying down her shaking thighs.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRCH SHHLUCK~!*

Hyperventilating in glee, Saruo mimed SLAMMING a body down on his dick over and over, eyes scrunched shut in ecstasy. Kazuya wanted to die.

"Fuck man...I learned Yuuka SQUEALS like a pornstar when I pound her womb! Shit you ain't NEVER heard before! Just SMACKIN' my cock into her cervix while I JIGGLE those massive sow tits...GNNAAAHHHH!"

He threw his head back, moan ripping from his throat as he relived the heavenly sensations. Kazuya watched in despair as his friend came completely undone, mind and soul BROKEN by Yuuka's willing body.

"She's an animal, dude! A BEAST!" Saruo slurred, pumping the air wildly. "Hot piece of ass by day, MEGA SLUT by night! Two sides of Yuuka-chan...and I'VE FUCKED BOTH! AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!"

Kazuya bit his lip until it bled, silent tears tracking down his face. His precious childhood love...his sweet angel...DEFILED. VIOLATED. RUINED.

Yuuka moaned mindlessly, eyes lidded with lust as she gazed down at where her tits pillowed Saruo's monstrous cock. He straddled her belly, balls resting heavily on her tummy as he thrust into the sweat-slicked valley of her cleavage, no condom this time.

"Haaahh...haahh...your cock...it's so hot...and hard...!" She panted, the scent of his sweaty musk filling her nostrils. Pulse pounding between her legs, she experimentally SQUEEZED her huge breasts together, enveloping his bucking shaft in pillowy softness.

"NNFFFUCK! J-just like that...HNNGG! Fuck yes Yuuka! Work those fuckin' udders!" Saruo gasped in rapture, eyes rolling back. Drool splattering down onto Yuuka's flushed face as he picked up the pace, hips snapping faster.

Pushing her jugs together, she hefted them up one at a time, smearing the jiggling globes along Saruo's pulsating rod. The silky flesh molded to every throbbing vein, cushioning the hard heat of him.

"Ooohhh...! Haaahh...haaahhh...this is...tit-fucking?" Yuuka moaned in awe, breath coming short.

SHLLUCK SHLLUCK SHLLUCK!*

Squelching noises filled the room as she worked Saruo's cock between her sweaty jugs, plush undersides jiggling obscenely. Thick globs of precum oozed from his twitching tip, slicking the way.

"Mmmyeahhh fuuuuckkkk...! Gonna bust...all over your face...! Hnnnggaaahhh...!" Saruo's hips stuttered erratically, balls tightening up against his body.

THWAP THWAP FWAP SPLAT SPLAT!*

Yuuka tilted her head down, chin digging into her cleavage, as she watched that bulbous purple tip poke out the top of her mashed boobs with each thrust. Saruo's cockhead WINKED at her, slit gaping open, frothy pre dribbling out.

"Aaahhh Saruo-kun...you...you can let it out...! I want it...aallll over~! " She mewled shamelessly, craning her neck out, tongue unfurling as if to taste-

"CUMMING! YUUKA! FUUUUCCCKKKK! HHRRAAAAGGGHHHH!" Saruo threw his head back with a BELLOW, pelvis jerking spastically-

SPLRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT~!*

Yuuka squealed as the first steaming jet of spunk BLASTED across her face, painting a sticky stripe up her cheek. She gaped in awe as Saruo's cock ERUPTED like Mt. Fuji, literally FOUNTAINING jizz all over her.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLRRRRTTT SPLOOOSH~!*

Heavy gouts of chunky ball-batter sprayed her cheeks, her nose, gumming up her fluttering eyelashes. Yuuka gasped and gurgled, trying futilely to swallow the flood as it poured into her open mouth.

"Gllkkk...mmfffkkk...! "

The rest of Saruo's massive load geysered straight up, only to splatter heavily onto Yuuka's jouncing jugs. Thick spooge webbed between her cleavage, matting in her hair, as he just KEPT NUTTING.

"Mnnnaaahhh...sho mufff...cummmingggg...! " Yuuka slurred around a mouthful of baby-batter, eyes rolling back as she swallowed GLOB after salty GLOB.

Working her slick breasts faster, she JACKED Saruo's bucking cock for all she was worth, milking out every drop. Her heart SOARED with an almost manic sense of accomplishment as she felt each labored PULSE, each HOT SPURT paint her tits.

THWAP THWAP SHLUCK SHLUCK SQUELCH~!*

She had made him cum! Using just her her tit-pussy! Saruo was cumming so hard, so MUCH, because of HER! At that moment, Yuuka felt like the most powerful woman alive~!

Giggling drunkenly, she continued to PUMP his spasming cock, sloppy wet SQUELCHES filling the room. Her massive mammaries quivered like jello with each stroke, splattering ropes of jizz. Yuuka reveled in the filthy glide, BASKING in Saruo's spent groans.

"Oooohhhh fuck...cumming...keeep...cumming...! M'dick...it won't...stop...!"

SPLRRRT SPLRRRTT SPLRRRRTTTT~!*

"Mmmmnnnaaahhh...Saruo-kun...sho good...! Mark me more...make me shmell like you...! "

SPLAT SPLAT SPLRRRRTTTTT~!*

Ribbons of ball-snot crisscrossed messily over her cheeks, her chin, dripping in tacky globs from the tip of Yuuka's nose. Her tits heaved with labored breaths, rising out of the filthy spunk-puddle like two fleshy islands.

"Hooooohhh shittttt...Yuuka...your tits...FUCK...!"

SQUELCH SQUELCH SHLLUCK SHLLUCK SHLLUCK~!*

Yuuka mashed her tacky tits faster, HARDER, smearing his pearly essence all over. Her eyes crossed, drool spattering her chin as she fixated on that winking cumslit, dribbling the dregs of Saruo's prodigious load.

"We fucked like RABBITS, dude!" Saruo groaned breathlessly, hips making short jabs as if he was balls-deep in pussy at that very moment. "Food? PSSSHHH didn't need it! Sleep? Who gives a fuck!"

Kazuya cringed back, entire body crumpled in on itself with despair. He couldn't bear to picture his sweet Yuuka DEFILED for hours on end, her purity SHATTERED-

"All we needed was to SLAM our junk together! Rub our fuckin' nastiest bits until we were RAW!" Saruo made grotesque squelching noises, miming the act. Drool splattering his shirt, eyes distant as he relieved every sordid moment.

"We went at it so hard...HNNGG...sweated gallons...until our bodies were husks, man! Dicks 'n pussies CHAFED!"

Oh god...Yuuka subjected to this animal's basest urges...over and over...her innocence stolen piece by piece...*

"GUUHHLLLKKK...GLLKK...GLLKK...MMMPPPHHH~!"

Yuuka gurgled wetly around the head of Saruo's cock, tongue slithering out to lap at his piss-slit. Thick dollops of precum dribbled onto her tastebuds, salty and STRONG.

"Yeeeahhh...that's it...suck it HARDER bitch...!" Saruo grunted, fingers clenched in her hair as he shoved her face into his sweaty crotch. His hips gyrated, smearing his musky ball-stink all over.

SLURRRP SLUURRPP GLURRRKKKK~!*

Panting through her nose, Yuuka tried to relax her aching jaw, to take him DEEPER. Her tongue slathered sloppily along his bucking shaft, drool webbing down her chin as she GULPED and SLURPED.

It was almost too much - his girth stretching her lips WIDE, velvety cockmeat pulsing against her tongue...but Yuuka was DETERMINED to milk him dry!

"MMNNFFF...GLLLKKK...GLLKKKK...HHHMMPPHH~!"

Hollowing her cheeks, she VACUUMED her mouth around him, spit flying as she bobbed up and down. Wet GAGGLING noises filled the room, punctuated by Saruo's animalistic grunts.

"Gonna fuckin'...BUST...! Swallow it...SWALLOW IT ALL...! GGGAAAHHHH!"

Delirious with need, he SLAMMED her head down until her nose mashed into his pubes. Yuuka's throat CLENCHED as his cocktip CRAMMED past her tonsils-

SPLLRRRRTTTTT~!*

Her shriek was lost in a frothy GEYSER of cum, erupting straight down her gullet. Thick, viscous wads of backed-up sperm cells BLASTED over her tongue, choking her.

"HNNNGGAAAHHHH YUUUUKAAAAA! DRINK IT! DRINK MY FUCKIN' NUT!"

Yuuka gargled helplessly as SHOT after blistering SHOT jetted into her stomach, the heavy ball-chowder settling like cement. Her nostrils flared, throat working FRANTICALLY to gulp it all down.

GULP GULP GLURRRKKK MMMPPHH~!*

Jizz bubbled out the corners of her stretched lips, dribbling in chunky rivulets. But Yuuka SEALED them tight, tongue swiping madly, DETERMINED to not waste a single drop!

It was almost too much - the VOLUME, the bleachy STENCH, the TEXTURE like swallowing slugs...but she wanted to be GOOD for Saruo! Wanted to DRAIN him!

"Awww FUCK! SHIT! Nnnyyeeaahhh... glllkkk-" Saruo gurgled as his cock spasmed, dumping the dregs straight into Yuuka's stomach. She could feel the sloshing weight settling heavily, every TWITCH and THROB telegraphed to her tongue.

"MMNNGGHHH...MMMMFFF~!"

Nose scrunched up, Yuuka hummed in whorish satisfaction, GULPING loudly as the last viscous spurts rolled over her tastebuds. Her fingers fondled his balls reverently, coaxing out every drop.

SLURRRP SLURRRRPPPP GLURRRKKK~!*

"Yuuka-chan...guzzled every drop, dude! Sucked me DRY!" Saruo bragged to Kazuya, yanking his slack jaw down and pointing. "Showed me her CUM-GLAZED mouth...not a speck wasted! Tongue all white 'n chunky!"

Kazuya shriveled inside, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His heart BLED at the image of pure Yuuka...DEBASING herself...SWALLOWING this horny monkey's backed-up spunk...!

"Seeing that...shit dude, felt like I instantly refilled to FULL MAST again!" Saruo laughed breathlessly, tongue lolling out to mimic Yuuka's. "Like she WANTED me to see how good she GULPED down my baby-batter...so sexy!"

A broken sob escaped Kazuya, but Saruo didn't seem to notice, mind transported back to the lewd act.

"I threw her on the bed and SLAMMED my cock home, balls-deep! Started jack-hammering into her sloppy cunt like a PISTON! Felt like my nuts were gonna BLAST straight out my dick!"

"HNNNAAAAHHHH~! S-SARUOOOO~! SO DEEP, SO DEEEEEP~!" Yuuka babbled senselessly, head lolling on the sweat-soaked pillow. Her legs were hiked up over Saruo's skinny shoulders, ankles crossed and spasming helplessly.

"MMMRRAAAGGHHH! TAKE IT! FUCKIN' TAKE MY NUT! GGGUUUHHHH!" Saruo snarled savagely, hips pistoning in a fleshy blur. His balls SMACKED against Yuuka's upturned ass, CLAPPING with each unhinged thrust.

SPLORRRCH SPLORRRCH SPLORRRCH~!*

Yuuka's cunt SQUELCHED obscenely, puffy lips stretched tight around Saruo's girthy root. Girl-slime FROTHED out to coat her crack, dribbling down to puddle on the sheets.

"GYAAAHHHH~! SO BIG~! S-SARUOOO SPLITTING ME OPEN~! "

Every cell in Yuuka's body was LIT UP with pleasure, skin prickling with goosebumps as Saruo DRILLED her cervix. She was PINNED on his fat cock like specimen, a brainless receptacle for his cum.

"CUMMING! CUMMING HNNNGGFFF INSIDE!"

SPLLLRRRTTTTTTT~!*

The condom BULGED with each mighty spurt, inflating rapidly, PLUGGING her clenching twat. Yuuka's mouth fell open in a silent scream, tongue unfurling grotesquely as she thrashed through her nth orgasm.

He smushed sloppy kisses to the sweaty column of her throat between grunts, fingers interlaced with hers, pressing her into the creaking mattress with his full weight. Snot-laced drool smeared her burning skin.

" Mmmhhnnn...Saruoooo...mark me, mark meeee~! " Yuuka mewled hazily, tongue slotting out to meet his. She swallowed his spit greedily, nipples throbbing against his chest.

SHHLUCK SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRCH~!*

"Nnnyyeaahhhh...Yuuka-chaaan...so fuckin' hot...pussy suckin' me dryyyy...!"

"Dude, there's NO fuckin' way any red-blooded dude could keep from busting the FATTEST nut seeing Yuuka like that!" Saruo boasted to Kazuya, groping the air lewdly. "On her back, leg hiked up, WAILING like a bitch in heat...! HNNNGG!"

Kazuya cringed, gut churning in despair as his mind's eye conjured the obscene image against his will. Sweet, angelic Yuuka...sprawled out...defiled...

"And her TITS Kazuya! Holy FUCK! Floppin' everywhere, SLAPpin' down to her belly with these juicy SMACKS!" Saruo made exaggerated motions, drool flecking his chin. "Shit was like...like some kinda nasty percussion to her moans!"

FWAP FWAP THWAP SPLAT SPLAT!*

"HHAAAHHH~! OOOOHHHNNN~! S-SARUOOO! YESSS, FUCK MEEEE~!" Yuuka squealed in utter abandon, back arched as Saruo PLOWED into her from the side. One meaty leg was hooked over his shoulder, spreading her WIDE.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SHLUCK SHLORRRP!*

Her tits jumped and BOUNCED with every impact, slapping messily against her sweat-slick chest. Saruo panted harshly, fingers SINKING into the smooth flesh of her thigh, YANKING her hips to meet his thrusts.

"TAKE IT BITCH! FUCKIN' TAKE MY COCK! GGGUUUHHH!"

FAP FAP SPLAT SPLAT SMACK!*

Yuuka's face was screwed up in ahegao bliss, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out. Drool poured from the corners of her slack mouth, flying in ropes.

She looked POSSESSED, like a cock-drunk slut CRAVING Saruo's musky shaft! Nothing like the demure girl from before! Just a mindless set of holes BEGGING to be POUNDED!

" OOOHHHH...MOOORE...! SARUOOO GIBB MEEEHH MOOORE~! " Yuuka babbled, voice cracking. Her fat milkers QUAKED, undersides jiggling together wetly.

SPLAT SPLAT THWAP THWAP FWAP!*

"Her body bro...shit was BUILT for sex! All soft curves and jiggly bits!" Saruo groaned, crotch visibly tenting. "Tits so fuckin' BIG and BOUNCY...ass so PHAT and JUICY! UNF!"

Kazuya felt like his heart was being ripped out. Yuuka, his pure angel...reduced to a sex doll...just a mess of parts for Saruo to rut into! The image wouldn't leave his tortured brain.

"And when I groped her titties...kneaded dat ass while I SLAMMED into her cunt...felt like nutting into HEAVEN! Best fuckin' sensation in the WORLD!" The horny bastard pumped his hips, chasing the memory.

"HNNNGGG! YUUKA! GONNA BUST...GONNA FUCKIN' BUST!" Saruo choked out, body seizing up. Yuuka was face-down, ass-up before him, barely able to keep herself propped up on trembling arms.

CLAP CLAP SMACK SMACK SQUELCH!*

"MMMHHHAAAAHHHH~! DO IT~! FILL ME UPPPP~!" She keen ed brokenly, massive udders swinging like wrecking balls beneath her. The bed creaked dangerously, frame slamming the wall.

Saruo snarled like a beast, hips pistonin g faster, HARDER! His fingers SANK into Yuuka's rippling ass, spreading her open LEWDLY-

"FFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK! CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!"

SPLLLRRRTTTT~!*

The bloated condom EXPANDED rapidly, packed to near-BURSTING with viscous ball-snot! Saruo ROARED in feral bliss, entire body drawn taut as he pumped her pussy FULL!

Yuuka straight up SCREAMED, eyes rolling back til only the whites showed. Spit flew from her gaping mouth, body convulsing on his erupting cock.

" HHHIIIEEEEE~! S-SHOOO MUUUCCHHHH~! OOOHHHHNNN~! "

SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRRRCH!*

Saruo grit his teeth, hips jackhammering MERCILESSLY, smushing her plush asscheeks against his pelvis. He was DETERMINED to squeeze out every last drop!

"TAKE IT ALL BITCH! EVERY FUCKIN' DROP! HNNNGGAAAHHH!"

SPLAT SPLAT SPLLLRRRTT!*

"There was so much jizz...felt like I was pumping out a part of my SOUL!" Saruo panted in awe, crotch straining. "Drained every last drop from my nuts...straight into Yuuka's tight pussy!"

Kazuya clenched his fists til his knuckles creaked, shaking with impotent rage and despair. How dare this horny ape steal Yuuka's chastity so blasély! Taint her womb with his rancid spunk!

"And it felt so FUCKING good, nutting in the same cunt I'd been fantasizing 'bout for YEARS! Just busting load after fat load, knowing Yuuka-chan was MINE now!" Saruo crowed triumphantly, lost in lecherous memories.

"We went at it for HOURS dawg! Every position my porn-rotted mind could think of!"

Saruo's eyes glazed over as he recounted each perverse coupling - Yuuka on her back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he RAILED her missionary...Yuuka riding him reverse-cowgirl, impaled on his towering cock...Saruo DRILLING her prone bone, gums flapping...

"BUST A NUT, roll her into a new pose, FUCK HER SILLY again! Rinse 'n repeat!" He laughed maniacally. "And every time I pulled out..."

SHLUUUURRRRPPPP~! PLOP!*

Yuuka groaned gutturally as Saruo slowly withdrew, a MASSIVE cum-bloated condom stretching her abused folds WIDE. The sloshing cum-wad inside jiggled OBSCENELY, damn near the size of a softball!

"Oooohhhnnn...it was...HAAHHH...so deep...!"

PLOP! SPLAT!*

The overloaded spunk-balloon plopped out of Yuuka's gaping cunt, smacking heavily to the sheets below. Viscous jizz OOZED out the tip, pooling thickly.

"But FUCK!" Saruo groaned suddenly, facepalming. "All my rubbers ran out! Used every last one!"

Bitter satisfaction curled in Kazuya's chest. GOOD. At least Yuuka would be spared from further defilement! He clung to that small hope desperately.

...Until he saw Saruo's lecherous smirk. That shit-eating, EAR-SPLITTING GRIN.

No...no no no NO...*

"I was bummed as SHIT, bro! Still had so many loads to bust, so many poses to try! HNNGG! But then...then Yuuka-chan..."

Yuuka gazed up at Saruo through her lashes, flushed and panting. Her eyes were soft...yearning...SPARKLING with utter enchantment. The look of a woman LOVESTRUCK.

" Saruo-kun..." she cooed breathlessly, reaching up to caress his cheek. Gently...tenderly... ADORINGLY-

"I want it RAW."

"...Let me nut in her. No rubber. BARE."

Kazuya's heart shattered.

Yuuka panted harshly, sweat trickling down the valley of her heaving tits as she sprawled bonelessly on the cum-stained sheets. Dazed, unfocused eyes stared up at the ceiling...eyes of a girl BROKEN on cock, SHATTERED by pleasure.

Every breath brought the heady musk of hours-old spunk and pussy juice, the air thick enough to choke on. Bleachy jizz and tart arousal...the perfume of wanton FUCKING.

Yuuka shuddered, thighs reflexively clenching. Her holes ACHED sweetly, insides THROBBING...CRAVING the jackhammer pistons of Saruo's fat cock...

Stockings torn and soaked with various fluids, Yuuka weakly hooked her hands under her knees, HIKING her legs up and out. Displaying her sloppy cunt, puffy lips winking HUNGRILY-

This...this is wrong...* a tiny voice echoed in the fog of her mind. The last vestige of reason. *I shouldn't be doing this! Not with HIM! Not without protection!*

Yuuka grimaced, shaking her head like a dog. Don't think...don't think...! Just FEEL! Ride this wave of ecstasy, no matter how DEPRAVED the waters!

Her melty holes SPASMED in agreement, greedy for MORE. More cock, More jizz, MORE MORE MORE-!

"Ngghh...ahhnnn..."

Yuuka whimpered, hips squirming restlessly. So EMPTY...she needed...NEEDED-

HOOOOHH YESsssss gonna give this greedy sow EXACTLY what she needs~!*

Saruo shuffled forward on his knees, eyes BLAZING with feral hunger. His gigantic cock bobbed before him, pulsing angrily...leaking clear strands of pre all over Yuuka's upturned thighs.

Her eyes fixated on it dumbly, a strand of drool escaping her slack lips. Free of latex...bare...that throbbing BEAST would RAVAGE her most sacred place...DEFILE her unprotected womb...!

Saruo leered down at her, tongue lolling out to flick over his chapped lips. Drinking in the sight of Yuuka splayed out like a porn star, a mound of spent condoms piled on either side of her jiggling body.

She looked DISGUSTING...DEFILED...like a public urinal gutter slut! Reeking of his ball-stink.

The nasty bitch was MADE for this! Made to be PUMPED FULL of nut, over and over! And now...now he'd BRAND her from the inside...RUIN her for other cocks!

"HNNNGGG gonna fuckin'...FLOOD yer dirty cunt...! Gonna NUT...NUT SO FUCKIN' DEEP...!"

SHLLUCK SHLUCK SHLUCK*

Tongue unfurling, Saruo gave his aching cock a few more pumps, smearing the slimy precum all over his totem pole shaft. Gonna feel so GOOD...sinking into Yuuka's heavenly twat RAW...! HNNGG!

Yuuka watched him hazily, a desperate moan slipping out. That monstrous cock...it was gonna SPLIT HER OPEN...wreck her already-abused pussy even WORSE! Ruin her for all other men!

And the most SHAMEFUL part? Her dizzy cunt was CLENCHING at the thought! Thighs trembling...spreading WIDER-!

"Nnaaahhhh~! P-put...put it in...!" Yuuka panted, eyes rolling back. "Fill me...fill me UPPPP~! "

Saruo cackled GLEEFULLY, the tip of his cock bumping her swollen mound. Sparks skittered up Yuuka's spine at the blistering heat...silky hardness...KISSING her dewy folds...

Then slowly...SLOWLY...he started PRESSING IN.

"GAAAHHHH~! YESS, YESS TAKE IT BITCH! TAKE IT FUCKIN' RAAAWWW!"

Yuuka SHRIEKED like a banshee, back arching clear off the bed. Eyes rolling back til only the whites showed, tongue lolling out-

SHLOOOORRRPPP~!*

Inch after fucking inch IMPALED Yuuka's quivering hole, spreading her open RUTHLESSLY. Folds stretched OBSCENELY, bulging out as they clung to Saruo's girth.

It was like being split open by a telephone pole...!

Her pussy barely had time to adjust before Saruo bottomed out BALLS-DEEP-

SMACK!*

"GYAAAAAHHHHNNN~! " Yuuka went BONELESS, head smacking the cum-streaked pillow. Her vision flashed WHITE...blanked out...overloaded by sheer SENSATION-

THIS...this was what she'd been missing! Raw cock...hilting her CLENCHING cunt-! Every searing hot ridge and throbbing vein SEARED into her sensitive walls, molding Yuuka's fucktunnel to Saruo's shape!

"HHHIIIEEEEE~! CUMMING~! CUMMING ALREADY~!"

GUSH GUSSSHHH!*

Yuuka SQUIRTED like a busted fire hydrant, cunt gushing girl-spray all over Saruo's slam-fucking balls. Her mind BLANKED OUT in utter bliss, succumbing to the white-hot pleasure of RAW sex!

Saruo threw his head back with an animalistic ROAR, hips pistoning faster... FASTER-! Chasing his own explosive nut, drooling all over Yuuka as he SKEWERED her squirting cunt!

"YEEAAHHH...! YEEEAAAHHHH, FUCKIN' TAKE IIIIITTT!"

"It was like...HHHNNNNGGG...stickin' my cock into a warm, WET slice of HEAVEN!" Saruo slurred to Kazuya, eyes rolling back at the memory. "Her gushin' pussy...grippin' me so TIGHT...thought my fuckin' SOUL would nut out!"

He shuddered, crotch a dark patch, clearly caught up in the sensation. Kazuya could only listen numbly, heart cracking further with every word.

"Condom sex...condom sex ain't SHIT compared to raw doggin' dude! The slide...unffff the velvety fuckin' SLIDE!" Saruo bit his lip, eyes fevered as he relived every filthy moment.

"Felt like...Yuuka's cunt was MADE for my cock! Fit so fuckin' TIGHT 'n perfect! Squeezin' me...MILKING me from the moment I sank in!"

Head thrown back, he moaned gustily, hips twitching in aborted thrusts. Yuuka's whorish WAILS echoed in his ears...slick squelches of his cock plundering her most sacred spot...

"Unnnfff her sloppy lil' fuckholes...so damn GOOD...! Turnin' my dick into SLIME!"

Kazuya's mouth wobbled, eyes burning with tears. That's right...his precious angel's holes were just...COCKSLEEVES to this deviant now! Sloppy bits of anatomy meant to be PLOWED and COLONIZED with spunk!

He buried his face in his hands as Saruo rambled on, clearly lost to the memory.

"Like fuckin' silk...! Rubbin' up in the tightest, juiciest fuckin' cunny ever! Turning my shaft into a slippery MESS! And no matter how hard I POUNDED...DRILLED...Yuuka-chan just sucked me back in!"

SQUELCH SQUELCH SHLUCK SHLORRRP!*

The sounds of sopping sex rang in his ears, high keens and breathless grunts punctuating the filthy rhythm. Yuuka's voice pitched higher...HIGHER...desperate for MORE-

"Her pussy knew man...! KNEW I was close to blastin' the biggest fuckin' load inside it! Started spasmin' like CRAZY, like a goddamn black hole!"

Yuuka thrashed beneath Saruo, head whipping side to side as his engorged cock RAVAGED her convulsing cunt. Electric ecstasy surged up her spine, shorting out her overwrought brain.

It was happening...! He was gonna CUM...! PAINT her insides with his nasty spunk! Knock her up with his ROTTEN SEED-!

' YESS...YESSSS SARUOOO! GIMME YOUR CUMMIIIEEESSS!' She wanted to beg. Wanted to MILK every last drop from his swinging balls!

And yet...all Yuuka could manage was a garbled SQUEAL, eyes rolling back to the whites. Thick strands of drool whipped from her lolling tongue, splattering her juddering tits.

"GAAAHHHH GONNA NUT...GONNA NUT SO DEEEEEP YOU FUCKIN' SOW!"

CLAP CLAP SMACK SQUELCH SQUELCH!*

Curling over her, Saruo SNARLED into Yuuka's slack face, broken blood vessels speckling his eyes. He looked POSSESSED...like a rabid BEAST...ready to IMPREGNATE his bitch!

Then Yuuka felt it...shuddering up from his churning balls...his cock starting to TWITCH inside her clenching heat-

"W-we...we held hands, yo..." Saruo rasped to Kazuya, voice husky with remembered lust. "Stared into each other's eyes as my nut CHURNED...built up steam...ready to FLOOD her dirty womb..."

Kazuya's stomach sank like a stone, heart spasming painfully. NO...Yuuka's most sacred place...he'd taint it...! This horny chimp would RUIN her without a shred of remorse!

Yuuka panted raggedly, eyes unfocused as Saruo RUTTED between her creamy thighs. Their fingers intertwined, skin sweaty as they gripped tight.

His sour breath washed over her flushed face, making her wrinkle her nose, but Yuuka couldn't look away...couldn't tear her gaze from those beady CRAZED eyes boring into her own...

SMACK SMACK SQUELCH SQUELCH SLAP!*

"HHAAAHH~! HHHIIIEEE~! S-SARUOOO-! "

Yuuka's massive udders FLOPPED obscenely, slick with sweat and jizz, slapping together in meaty THWAPS with each grinding PISTON of Saruo's hips.

THWAP THWAP SMACK SPLAT!*

For a moment...a brief flicker of clarity surfaced from the fuck-fog of her mind. She gazed up at Saruo's grunting, drooling face...twisted in the throes of primal rutting pleasure...

This is wrong...so wrong! What...what have I done?!*

Her heart stuttered, pleasure tinged with an edge of rising PANIC. Why...why had she let this repulsive man USE her body like this?!

Yuuka's eyes darted between their joined hands...his veiny shaft slick with her cream, PLUNGING in and out of her sloppy cunt...the MOUND of spent rubbers oozing all around her sweaty, defiled form...

A wounded sob escaped her slack mouth, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Stupid...STUPID! She'd given her virginity - her EVERYTHING - to this disgusting pervert! Let him RAW DOG her teenage twat!

Kazuya...* Yuuka's heart clenched, remembering her sweet childhood friend. His gentle smile, his warm hugs, their precious memories...all SULLIED now by the stink of raunchy sex and Saruo's rancid musk!

SQUELCH SQUELCH SHLUCK SHLORRRP!*

"Nnnaaahhhh...aaahhnnn Saruooo...w-wait...!" She panted weakly, eyes rolling back. But it was barely a token protest, drowned out by the nasty SQUELCHING of her vigorously fucked cunt.

Her womb...her innocent little womb...was Saruo gonna FLOOD it with his monkey spunk?! BREED her like his personal cumdumpster?! Knock her up at the tender age of 18?!

"I was gonna NUT...NUT SO DEEP...!" Saruo gurgled to Kazuya, eyes distant and glazed. "Pump her FULL...full of my SEED!"

A distressed whimper left Kazuya's throat, tears finally spilling over. His precious angel...womb CLAIMED by this crass beast-!

Yuuka's eyes widened to dinner plates as she felt Saruo's cock start to PULSE inside her, tip FLARING WIDE against her battered cervix. Oh no...nononono-!

"S-Saruooo! W-wait d-don't! AAAHHHNNNN~!"

Her protests dissolved into a garbled SHRIEK as his cockhead SLAMMED into her womb entrance one last time-

Then his balls DREW UP TIGHT-

SPUUUURRRRTTTTTT~!*

For one frozen heartbeat, Yuuka felt the fat rope of semen SCALD through his shaft, sizzling molten HOT all along her sensitive inner walls-

"HHHHIIIIEEEEEE~! "

Then the floodgates OPENED and her world shattered into pure ecstasy.

SPLRRRT SPLRRRT SPLRRRRTTT~!*

Jizz EXPLODED from Saruo's pulsating cumslit with obscene force, painting Yuuka's womb a gooey WHITE. Her eyes rolled back, drool pouring from her gaping mouth as she was violated in her very core.

"GGGUUUUHHHH HHAAAAHHHH...YUUUKAAAA...SO FUCKIN' DEEP...!" Saruo babbled senselessly, hips grinding in HARD, LODGING the tip of his cock past her nubile cervix. "KNOCKED UP...GETTING KNOCKED THE FUCK UPPPP!"

Yuuka could only WRITHE beneath him, inner muscles CLAMPING DOWN desperately. Thick jets of monkey spunk SPLATTERED over her fragile uterine walls, SEARING her intimate flesh with his stinking seed.

GOD HE WAS PUMPING IT SO DEEP!* Not a single precious egg would be spared his VIRILE insemination! Yuuka could picture it - Saruo's potent tadpoles swimming, penetrating, COLONIZING her fertile young womb-!

SPLURT SPLURT SPLORRRRCH~!*

A fresh TSUNAMI of cum flooded Yuuka's pussy, Saruo's heavy nuts UNLOADING EVERYTHING. Her flat belly started to BLOAT VISIBLY, stuffed to the brim with his liquid filth!

But her traitorous body just WELCOMED the nasty invasion, muscles FLUTTERING, RIPPLING, drawing Saruo's bitch-breaking cock DEEPER-!

"HHHYYAAAHHHHNNN~! CUMMING CUMMING AAAHHHNN KAZUYAAAAA~!"

Then something in Yuuka's mind SNAPPED...SHATTERED into a million fuck-drunk pieces.

Nothing...NOTHING could compare to this...this feeling of being BRED! Of Saruo's CHUNKY BALL-SNOT simmering in her guts, defiling her very SOUL!

Yuuka THRASHED in insensate bliss, tongue lolling out grotesquely. Tears and snot smeared down her face as she SQUEALED, toes curling from the sheer intensity.

" SARUOOO~! HIIIEEE YESSSS~! PUMP ME FULL~! BREED MY DIRTY CUNT~! "

He threw his head back with a ROAR, hips bucking WILDLY as he complied. The deluge of jizz just KEPT COMING! Frothy spunk squelched out around his pistoning root, streaking Yuuka's trembling thighs.

Sobbing brokenly, she went limp...SUCCUMBING...letting the waves of sordid pleasure drown out her dying sense of shame. Let Saruo contaminate, RUIN her unprotected teen twat!

Yuuka's mouth stretched into a mindless AHEGAO grin, eyes hearts, fucked SENSELESS on his erupting cock. All worries about pregnancy, reputation, Kazuya...melted away. She was just a cocksleeve for Saruo to spurt inside now~!

SPLORT SPLORT SPLORRRT~!*

"YUUUKAAA! HNNNGGG MUH D-DICK! MUH BRAIN! MELTING MELTING CUUUUM!"

Saruo's eyes rolled up til only the pulsing whites showed, bloody drool flying from his open mouth. His hips moved on their own - PLUNGING IN DEEP and GRINDING, ensuring not a DROP of his rancid nut escaped Yuuka's clutching snatch.

" HAAAGGHHHH~! SARUOOO I LOVE YOU~! RUINING ME~! KNOCKING ME UUUUPPPP~! "

Yuuka babbled deliriously, voice shrill and cracking. Saruo's sperm was FLOODING her tubes, sloshing in her teenaged belly! Violating her on the CELLULAR LEVEL! No part of her would be spared his DOMINATION!

"H-her face man...shit you ain't EVER seen before!" Saruo panted to Kazuya, eyes misty. "Tears 'n snot 'n spit...ahegao tongue all the way out! And in her eyes..."

He shuddered all over, hand squeezing his crotch.

"I swear to every god out there...there were tiny lil' HEARTS! Yuuka-chan had fuckin' HEARTS in her pupils! While I bred her dumb lil' cunt! Hehehehe!"

The air rushed from Kazuya's lungs as despair crushed his chest. Yuuka...gazing at this smegma-brained fool with LOVE...while he RUINED her?! Pumped her belly full of TAINTED CUM?!

"A-after that...we both...UNFFFF!" Saruo humped the air, chasing his memory-high. "Came so hard we fuckin' PASSED OUT! Mating sex is NO JOKE yo! Felt like I nutted my soul, heart and EXISTENCE into Yuuka's pussy!"

His eyes rolled back, biting his lip.

"Hnnnggg j-just thinkin' bout it...I'm hard as a ROCK again! That girl...that NASTY girl! Couldn't stop beggin' for my cum! HAHAHA!"

"Hah...hah...so yeah bro, that's the gist of it!" Saruo finished with a shit-eating grin, lounging back in his chair. "Mating sex with Yuuka-chan...shit's TRANSCENDENT! Heheheh!"

Kazuya just stared blankly, face waxen, tear tracks drying on his cheeks. His heart felt like a crushed soda can in his chest, every beat a knife-twist of agony.

"...Good for you man," he replied listlessly, voice hollow. Acidic bile surged at the back of throat and he swallowed harshly, forcing down the urge to vomit.

"Aw yeah! Glad you get it dude!" Saruo crowed, clapping his hands. "Now ya know why I can't stop chasing that primo pussy! It's HEAVENLY!"

Kazuya flinched, fresh tears threatening at the crude reference to his beloved's chastity. His hand clenched at his side, knuckles creaking.

Yuuka's no longer chaste. She's been...spoiled. Tainted. Her innocence stolen by this BEAST-*

"Huh? Oh hey, speak of the devil!"

Kazuya's head snapped up at Saruo's words, following his lecherous gaze to the classroom door. His heart stuttered at the familiar figure peeking in shyly.

"Y-Yuu-chan..." he croaked, hardly daring to hope.

There stood Yuuka in all her feminine glory, just like always - prim blazer hugging her lush curves, perky breasts straining against the demure fabric. Her green bow tie sat pertly at the base of her throat, drawing the eye to her delicate collarbones.

She looks...normal. Untouched.* Kazuya's heart soared with fragile joy, drinking in Yuuka's bashful expression, pink cheeks, fluttering lashes. His sweet angel. His cherished love.

There's no WAY all that obscene stuff happened! Saruo must've made it all up, that BASTARD-*

But Kazuya's desperately grasping hope SHATTERED at what happened next.

"BABE!" Saruo bellowed, leaping from his chair. He bounded across the classroom and SCOOPED Yuuka up in his lanky arms, planting a big, WET kiss on her plump lips. "I missed ya!"

Yuuka squeaked against his invasive mouth, eyes going wide. Saruo just DEVOURED her gasp, tongue slithering out to slide along her own. Sloppily. LOUDLY.

Kazuya watched in mounting horror as the kiss deepened, grew FILTHIER. Saruo tangled his fingers in Yuuka's hair, YANKING her head back to shove his tongue down her throat.

SMACK SHLURRRP SMOOCH~!*

Drool webbed between their panting mouths, smearing down Yuuka's chin. She whimpered as Saruo's other hand pawed at her chest, SQUEEZING a plump tit through her blazer.

"HEY! Knock it off!" Kazuya shouted, surging to his feet. Tears stung his eyes, stomach churning with revulsion. He couldn't bear to watch this VIOLATION any longer!

But then...THEN...

Yuuka MOANED into the kiss, wet and breathy. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss as she pushed her chest INTO Saruo's groping palm.

"Mmmnnn...chuuuu~! "

SMACK SMACK SHLURRRP~!*

Their lips SQUELCHED obscenely, lewd SMACKS filling the classroom as they made out like animals in heat. Tongues tangling, breath mingling, saliva trading-

Kazuya swayed on his feet, gorge rising at the depraved sight of Yuuka - his YUUKA - RECIPROCATING this sleazeball's spit-swapping! Eagerly opening for his nasty tongue!

And it got worse. Yuuka's dainty hand drifted down...down...to paw at Saruo's crotch. Groping the BULGE throbbing there, tenting his uniform slacks OBSCENELY.

"Hnnngghhh...Y-Yuu-chan..." Saruo panted against her swollen lips. "Want you...want you so BAD...!"

But Yuuka pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed. One hand remained plastered to his straining cock, thumb rubbing circles over the weeping tip.

"Jeez Saruo...we agreed to abstain at school, remember? "

"Fuck thaaaat!" He groaned, eyes rolling back as she SQUEEZED him through his pants. "Such a fuckin' TEASE...throwin' this pussy at me then saying no!"

Yuuka huffed, flicking his forehead even as she lightly FONDLED his pulsing shaft.

"I'm not teasing! Just trying to keep us outta trouble, dummy! You know what'll happen if we get caught fooling around!"

Saruo just grunted dismissively, recapturing her lips in another tonguey kiss. He groped her tit HARDER, fat flesh BULGING between his fingers.

Kazuya watched the depraved display with glassy eyes, feeling like his SOUL was shriveling up. This was...this was REALLY HAPPENING. Yuuka and Saruo...they were...

Just then, Yuuka seemed to remember he existed. She pulled away from the lewd liplock with a gasp, drool connecting her swollen mouth to Saruo's in a drooping strand.

"O-oh! Kazuya! G-Good morning!"

She had the grace to look SOMEWHAT ashamed, even as Saruo continued pawing at her jiggling titties.

"Do you...feel better today?" Yuuka asked tremulously, concern flickering across her flushed face.

Kazuya opened his mouth but no sound came out. His throat worked uselessly, trying to force words past the lump of despair lodged there.

"We...uhm...I g-guess we're officially dating now~!" Yuuka admitted with a wobbly smile, lashes fluttering shyly. As if she WASN'T being groped to hell and back mere feet away!

Saruo let out an exaggerated gasp, eyes comically wide.

"Dating?! DATING?! Babe, you wound me!" He pressed a hand to his heart before grinning lecherously, other palm still full of Yuuka's tit-meat.

"We ain't just datin'! You're my FIANCE! Future wifey!" Saruo declared proudly, puffing out his scrawny chest. "Gonna put a ring on this the SECOND we graduate! Gonna live together...fuck like RABBITS...!"

"W-what?!" Yuuka squeaked, face flaming bright red. "F-fiance?! Saruo, you're going way too fast! We're still in high school!"

But Saruo wasn't listening. His hand drifted from Yuuka's chest...down her trim waist...to slip under her pleated skirt and SQUEEZE her plush ass.

"Hnnngghhh...c-can't...can't hold back anymore!" The horny bastard panted, grinding his turgid cock against Yuuka's mound. "G-gotta fuck you...NEED your pussy Yuu-chan!"

She gasped, back arching as clever fingers found her clothed slit, RUBBING insistently. Saruo leaned in close, tongue flicking out to lave her earlobe.

"Toilet...let's go to the toilet!" He husked, voice edged in desperation. "I'm gonna fuckin' DIE if I don't nut in you soon!"

Kazuya felt like he was trapped in some surreal NIGHTMARE. Watching his pure hearted love get DEFILED by this classless Neanderthal...seeing her RESPOND...!

Yuuka bit her lip, clearly torn. On one hand, they were in SCHOOL. The risk of getting caught was high. But on the other...Saruo's touch was electric, igniting her nerve endings! Pussy already CLENCHING in anticipation!

Her gaze slid to Kazuya almost guiltily before flicking away. Then, with a shuddery exhale, Yuuka gave a tiny nod. Surrendering to the simmering lust burning through her core.

"O-okay...but we have to be quick!"

Saruo's face LIT UP, tongue lolling out dopily as he pumped a fist in the air.

"FUCK YEAH! Now you're speakin' my language!" He crowed, scooping Yuuka up in a princess carry. "TO THE TOILET!"

Ignoring Yuuka's startled yelp, Saruo took off at a dead sprint, dick visibly tenting his trousers. His raucous laughter echoed down the school halls, fading into the distance.

Leaving Kazuya alone. Abandoned in the empty classroom, cum cooling shamefully in his pants. Silent tears dripped down his cheeks as he buried his face in trembling hands.

...Why, Yuuka? Why HIM?!*

Kazuya stumbled through the empty halls in a daze, feet carrying him to the bathroom on pure autopilot. His heart felt like a chunk of ice in his chest, cold and brittle. Ready to SHATTER at any moment.

As he approached the toilet, faint noises reached his ears. Breathy grunts and muffled squeals, underscored by a rhythmic THUDDING.

No...it can't be...*

But it WAS. With mounting horror, Kazuya realized the obscene sounds were coming from the very bathroom he was heading towards. And he RECOGNIZED those voices...

"HNNNGGHHH YEAH! TAKE IT BITCH! FUCKIN' TAKE MY COCK!"

"AAHHHNN~! SARUOOO! YESSSS F-FUCK ME HAAARDER! "

Saruo and Yuuka. Yuuka and Saruo. No mistaking it, not with how SHRILLY Yuuka was squealing. How RAGGEDLY Saruo was panting.

CLAP CLAP CLAP SMACK SMACK!*

Kazuya felt like all the air had been punched from his lungs. They were...they were really...right THERE...!

SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRCH SHLLUCK!*

Despite his better judgment, Kazuya found himself creeping closer to the depraved noises. Almost against his will, needing to SEE even as his heart crumbled to dust. He HAD to see...

He entered the toilet and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling the distraught sob trying to escape. There, in the handicap stall...the unmistakable slapping of FLESH ON FLESH.

"UNNNFFF YUUUKAAAA! GOD FUCKIN'...DAMN...YOUR PUSSY-!"

SPLAT SPLAT SMACK CLAP CLAP!*

The stall SHUDDERED with the force of Saruo's unhinged rutting, slamming Yuuka into the wall over and over. Kazuya could picture it vividly - her fat tits heaving, jiggling udders CLAPPING together with every thrust...

"HAAAHHH~! HOOOHHH~! S-SARUOOO...M-MORE! DON'T STOP! AAAHHHNNN~!"

Yuuka sounded POSSESSED, voice pitched high and reedy with pleasure. Each whorish moan sent DAGGERS through Kazuya's breaking heart.

"SHIT SHIT UNFFFF GONNA NUT...GONNA FUCKIN' NUT IN THIS HOLE...!"

Kazuya clapped his hands over his ears, hot tears streaming down his face. He couldn't bear to hear it, the sick SCHLICKS of Saruo's cock pounding Yuuka into submission. Turning his pure hearted love into a SQUEALING CUM SLUT-!

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!*

The stall walls trembled as Saruo's thrusts reached a fever pitch, violently SLAMMING Yuuka into the dented metal. Her frenzied cries bounced off the tiled walls, echoing mockingly in Kazuya's ears.

"AAHHNN~! AAAHHHNN~! YESSSS~! KNOCK ME UUUUUPPPP~! "

A ragged groan tore its way out of Kazuya's throat, his own erection straining traitorously against the front of his slacks. How...how could his body BETRAY him like this?! Getting aroused to the sound of Yuuka getting DEFILED...?

In a daze, he stumbled to the adjacent stall, fumbling his fly open with shaking hands. Tears and snot streaked his face as he shakily freed his weeping cock.

Next to him, mere inches away...he could HEAR it HAPPENING. Saruo's bloated balls SLAPPING rhythmically against Yuuka's upturned ass, meaty SMACKS that sent her jiggly butt cheeks rippling...

Kazuya hated himself as he slowly started fapping, face screwed up in anguish even as pleasure jolted up his spine. Why...why did it have to turn out like THIS?

It...it should've been ME! I've ALWAYS been by Yuuka's side, ever since we were kids...!*

His strokes sped up, growing SLOPPY, FRANTIC. A hateful snarl twisted Kazuya's gentle features into something unrecognizable.

If...if only I'd confessed SOONER! Yuuka would be with ME right now!*

Grunts of exertion RATTLED the stall as Saruo PLOWED into Yuuka's clenching snatch, the filthy noises blending with his childhood love's ecstatic wails in a sinful symphony...

"HNNNNGGAAAHHH YUUKAAA! CUMMING! CUMMING IN YOUR FUCKIN' CUNT! AAAGGGHHH!"

"YESSSS~! GIMME YOUR SEMEN~! BREED MEEEEE~! "

If I'd just been FASTER...told Yuuka how I felt...before this BASTARD sank his claws in...!*

Jaw clenched, Kazuya yanked his cock faster, imagining HIS hands roaming Yuuka's supple body. HIS lips on her neck, her tits, her pretty pink pussy...

The perverse fantasy swelled in his mind even as self-loathing ate him alive. Yuuka would be moaning for HIM...bouncing on HIS cock...milking HIM with her velvety cunt!

Her tits...her ass...her juicy HOLES...all of it shoulda been MINE!*

Just then, Kazuya heard the unmistakable sound of Saruo BUSTING HIS NUT with a guttural roar-

SPLRRRRTTTTT~!*

Followed by Yuuka's ecstatic SHRIEK as he pumped her FULL-

"AAAAHHHHHIIIEEEEE~! S'SO MUUUCCCHHH~! HNNNAAAAHHHH~! "

And Kazuya couldn't hold back anymore. Clapping a palm over his mouth, he SPLATTERED the toilet wall with his backed-up load, muffling his choked groan.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLUURRTT~!*

Jizz sprayed from his twitching slit in ropey strands, defiling the innocent porcelain. Just like Saruo was defiling Yuuka's fertile womb mere feet away, his muffled grunts of completion filling the stall.

Pleasure boiled through Kazuya's loins even as his heart twisted in agony. Tears poured down his face, snot dribbling pathetically from his nostrils as he milked out every last drop.

Sure, cumming felt GOOD physically...but there was no joy in it. Because he knew, he KNEW...

That fucking APE...is feeling a million times better right now. Nutting INSIDE Yuu-chan...*

With a full-body shudder, the last spurt of spunk splatted weakly against the wall. Kazuya slumped bonelessly on the toilet, cum-sticky hand falling limp at his side. His heart felt like a shattered ruin, empty and COLD.

On the other side of the stall, he could hear Saruo and Yuuka sloppily making out. Muffled giggles and breathy groans filtered through the thin barrier.

They sounded so...HAPPY. So caught up in the afterglow, in each other. Fresh tears leaked from the corners of Kazuya's squeezed-shut eyes.

After this...they'll probably ditch class. Spend all day wrapped up in each other, FUCKING like rabbits...*

He shuddered miserably, already knowing he'd go home alone. Jerk off with only his hand and tear-stained pillow for company. Replaying the awful squelching noises over and over til he went MAD.

It...it's not FAIR! I want...I want to experience a woman's body too! Want to mate...mate for REAL!*

Kazuya slid off the toilet to huddle on the filthy floor, uncaring of the puddle of dubious fluid soaking into his uniform pants. Burying his face in his hands, he finally let himself CRY, ugly hiccuping sobs...

As, mere inches away, Saruo lovingly carried a spunk-drunk Yuuka out of the desecrated bathroom, her head lolling on his bony shoulder. Fucked into blissful oblivion...

"Mmmaaahhh...S-Saruo...that was...amazing~! " Yuuka giggled drunkenly, nuzzling into her boyfriend's neck. Her legs wobbled like jelly, absolutely FUCKED OUT.

The fading ache between her thighs sent delicious aftershocks zipping up her spine. She clenched happily around the FLOOD of Saruo's jizz sloshing in her guts, the sheer amount making her flat belly bulge...

He came so muuuuch~! So much yummy semen...I can feel it squishing around inside...marking me, branding me as his~! Hehehe!*

A dopey smile stretched Yuuka's swollen lips. She nuzzled closer, uncaring of Saruo's sweat stinking up her hair. What did it matter when the rest of her REEKED of his ball-musk anyway? Heehee~!

She was floating in a happy daze, drunk on multiple mind-melting orgasms. This...THIS was pure bliss! Getting RAILED into incoherency, PUMPED FULL of nasty cum, by the man of her dreams~!

Her brain was mush, fucked into a pleasurable sludge by Saruo's wonderful FAT DICK. Nothing else existed in Yuuka's semen-drowned little world except the thick CHOWDER of genetic material marinating her insides~!

Kazuya who? What childhood friend? Teehee, such silly things to think about when she was busy being Saruo's personal CUMDUMP!

Gonna...gonna get PREGNANT! Gonna be a Mommy!*

Yuuka's pussy CLENCHED in delight at the thought. Saruo's countless sperm, his potent genetic material, swimming RAMPANT in her vulnerable teenage womb! Penetrating her ripe little eggs!

Soon her belly would swell with new life, with Saruo's PROGENY! She would grow fat and round, forever branded as the CUM SPONGE this incredible stallion of a man. Walking proof of their animalistic sexual congress!

And Yuuka couldn't WAIT! To think, she had wasted so much time fretting over "love" and "virginity"! HAH! What did any of that matter compared to the carnal ECSTASY of submitting to nature's imperative, to breeding raw and messy?!

Nothing! Nothing mattered anymore except the simmering pool of spunk currently percolating in her guts! She wouldn't be satisfied until every square INCH of her body was soaked in Saruo's musk, claimed irrevocably by his mighty cock!

And from now on, they would scarcely leave the bedroom! Spend every waking moment MATING in a frenzy of slapping flesh and squelching holes, pausing only to refuel before FUCKING each other raw again! Like two beasts in heat!

"Saruooo~! Take me home and RUIN me, stud! " Yuuka mewled, grinding her sodden fuckhole against his wilting shaft. "I wanna be a CUM-SPLATTERED MESS! Wanna REEK of spunk 'n pussy, heehee!"

Saruo SNARLED and sped up, long legs eating up the distance to Yuuka's house. His slimy cock started to firm up again, slotting so perfectly between her thighs.

She squealed in delight, insides quivering in anticipation. Soon Saruo would dump LOAD after thick LOAD in her clasping twat, until she was leaking jizz with every step! Until it SPRAYED from her mouth every time she moaned his name!

"GONNA FUCKIN' PUMP YA FULLA MY TADPOLES!" He roared gleefully, taking the porch steps two at a time. "FUCKIN' BREED YOU LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!"

Yuuka cackled in sordid joy, throwing her arms around Saruo's neck. Everything was perfect and right in the world! Her purpose in life, to be this horny deviant's BREEDING MARE, had finally been revealed!

They tumbled into her bedroom, a sweaty tangle of groping hands and licking tongues, frantically disrobing in their eagerness to SLAM their junk together again. To let nature take its course!

Yuuka's skirt fluttered to the floor, followed closely by her stained panties. Her puffy slit winked, flushed and hungry for MORE-!

"SARUO! PLEASE, PUT IT IN!"

The bed creaked ominously as he POUNCED with a horny roar, sinking his aching shaft to the HILT-!

Yuuka's eyes rolled back, consciousness flickering as her pussy was ruthlessly stretched and scraped raw! The room filled with the rhythmic slapping of flesh and ecstatic screams...

SQUELCH SQUELCH SPLORRCH!*

As she fucked her moronic brains out, Yuuka spared a single fleeting thought for Kazuya. For their erstwhile friendship and the girl she once was.

So sorry Ka-zu-ya~!* she singsonged mentally, orgasm gathering at the base of her spine. *You just weren't MAN enough, heehee! A girl's gotta get her juicy holes WRECKED by a REAL COCK~!*

Then her world EXPLODED into pure bliss and Yuuka thought no more, swept away on ecstasy's current. Panting and wailing, cunt RIPPLING around Saruo's pistoning dick, she SURRENDERED...mind, body, and soul...to become his cocksleeve forevermore!

"OOHHH SARUOOO~! KNOCK ME UP! GIMME YOUR CUMMIES AND MAKE ME A MOMMY~!"

"FUCKIN' TAKE IT BITCH! TAKE MY BABIESSS! UNNNFFFF!"

SPLRRRRRTTTT! SPLOOORTTT! SHLLLORRRRPPP~!*

Miles away, in his lonely bedroom, Kazuya sobbed into his tear-stained pillow, fist pumping his aching cock. The lewd SLAPPING of flesh and gutteral MOANS from Yuuka's defilement echoed in his mind, an endless torturous loop...as he mourned what could have been and despaired at what now was.

Yuuka...my Yuuka...why?!*

But she was lost to him. Forever...

Reply All: A MILF's Inbox Gets Stuffedaphrodite_tgSummary:

Sarah Jensen will do anything to protect her son from bullying - even if it means posing as a student at his high school. But when the school's alpha stud catches on, Sarah's inbox starts filling up with more than just homework assignments.

Chapter 1Chapter Text

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To:superintendent.
Subject: URGENT: Inappropriate Situation at Franklin High - Need Immediate Intervention

Dear Superintendent Walker,

I apologize in advance for what will likely be an incoherent email. I've written and deleted this five times now, and I still don't know how to explain what's happened. But I need help.

Three weeks ago, I approached Franklin High about my son Tyler being bullied by a senior student (Brandon Matthews). In my emotional state - and I realize now this was completely irrational - I somehow convinced Dean Rodriguez and Principal Harris to let me monitor the situation by... oh god, I can barely type this... by attending classes disguised as a transfer student. I used my maiden name, Jenny Williams, and they actually agreed to this arrangement.

I know. I KNOW. As I'm writing this, I can hardly believe it myself. What kind of school administration agrees to this? What kind of mother SUGGESTS this?

But that's not even why I'm writing. Things have... evolved. Certain situations have developed that I absolutely cannot detail in writing but that make it IMPERATIVE this arrangement ends immediately. The original bullying issue remains unresolved, but now there are complications that... I'm sorry, I'm shaking just trying to write this.

I need your office to intervene. I have documentation of everything (though some of it I'd rather die than share), but most importantly, I need this "student attendance" situation terminated IMMEDIATELY. I realize this may result in disciplinary action for everyone involved. I accept that. I just need it to stop.

Please understand - I was just a terrified mother trying to protect her son. I never imagined... I never thought...

I'm available to meet at your earliest convenience. Please, PLEASE treat this with utmost discretion. My son still doesn't know everything and I'd like to keep it that way.

Desperately awaiting your response,
Sarah Jensen
555-0183 (personal cell)

P.S. If you need to verify this situation, my student ID number is 24-789 under the name "Jenny Williams" (I can't believe this is real)
P.P.S. Please do NOT contact me through any school channels
P.P.P.S. I'm sorry for the scattered nature of this email. I haven't slept properly in days.

Sent from my iPhone at 3:47 AM

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: URGENT: Inappropriate Situation at Franklin High - Need Immediate Intervention

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

I have received your email with great concern. While the situation you've described is indeed highly irregular, I want to assure you that your communication will be treated with the utmost confidentiality and sensitivity.

For the purposes of proper documentation and to ensure we address all aspects of this matter appropriately, I would appreciate if you could provide a detailed chronological account of events via email, starting from your first interaction with Franklin High regarding the bullying situation. This written record will be essential for:

1. Understanding the full scope of the situation
2. Identifying all parties involved
3. Determining appropriate corrective actions
4. Protecting all students involved, including your son

Please feel free to be thorough and candid in your response. This email chain will be treated as a confidential record, accessible only to necessary parties involved in resolution.

Given the sensitive nature of some details you've alluded to, you may mark any sections as "CONFIDENTIAL - FOR ADMINISTRATIVE REVIEW ONLY" if you feel they require additional privacy.

I will hold off on contacting Franklin High administration until I receive your complete account.

Regards,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools
Office: (555) 132-4700

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: URGENT: Inappropriate Situation at Franklin High - Need Immediate Intervention

Dear Dr. Walker,

Thank you for your prompt response. This is humiliating to recount, but I'll start from the beginning:

On October 12th, Tyler came home different. Withdrawn. I found bruises he tried to hide. He wouldn't tell me who was responsible - just that it was an older student. My son, who used to love school, started making excuses to stay home. As a single mother who's raised him alone since he was three, seeing him broken like this destroyed me.

I immediately scheduled a meeting with Principal Harris. His response still makes my blood boil: "Boys will be boys" and "It builds character." When I insisted on action, he actually laughed and suggested I was being "overprotective" and "hovering." He even had the audacity to say Tyler's issues stemmed from "lacking male guidance."

In my emotional state - and I'll regret this forever - I made what I thought was an impossible suggestion: let me monitor the situation personally by posing as a transfer student. Instead of dismissing this clearly inappropriate idea, Principal Harris smirked and said "If you think you can pull it off..." treating it like some sort of amusing challenge.

To my utter mortification, I was assigned a student ID as "Jenny Williams" (my maiden name), and given a class schedule. Then came the uniform situation - I'm a 34-year-old woman with a... very mature figure. The standard-issue blouse and skirt were obviously not designed for someone with my proportions. When I raised this concern, Principal Harris just shrugged and said "Make it work." I've never been so humiliated.

[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION BEGINS]
I've since learned the bully's name - Brandon Matthews. Our interactions have become... complicated. Lines have been crossed that I can never uncross. I have documentation but I'm not ready to share it.
[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION ENDS]

Dr. Walker, I'm currently hiding in the girls' bathroom during lunch break writing this email, trying to adjust this ridiculous uniform for the hundredth time today. The absurdity of a mother my age, with my figure, pretending to be a high school student... I can't believe any school administrator agreed to this insanity.

I need help ending this. Not just for Tyler's sake anymore, but because this situation has spiraled beyond anything I could have imagined.

With deepest shame and regret,
Sarah

P.S. I have Chemistry next period. The teacher actually makes me solve equations at the board. The mortification never ends.

Sent from my iPhone

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: Re: URGENT: Inappropriate Situation at Franklin High - Need Immediate Intervention

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

Thank you for your detailed account. I am deeply troubled by several aspects of this situation, particularly the apparent casualness with which such an irregular arrangement was approved.

For our investigation, would you be able to provide any documentation related to this "enrollment"? This might include:

1. Any written communication regarding the arrangement
2. Your temporary student ID or registration materials
3. Class schedules/assignments
4. Any forms or paperwork you were required to complete
5. Official correspondence about the arrangement

I want to assure you that this matter will be handled with the utmost discretion. Our primary concerns are your son's safety and resolving this highly inappropriate situation.

Please forward any relevant documentation at your earliest convenience. You may scan and email them or bring physical copies to my office.

Regards,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools
Office: (555) 132-4700

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

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To:superintendent.
Subject: FWD: Re: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Dear Dr. Walker,

With great embarrassment, I'm forwarding the relevant documentation. I can hardly believe reading these exchanges now.

- Forwarded message -
From:principal.

Date: Oct 15, 2024
Subject: Re: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Mrs. Jensen,

Per our discussion about your... unique monitoring request, here are your enrollment details as our newest "student" (*wink*). I trust this will help you understand the school environment better.

Assigned Name: Jennifer "Jenny" Williams
Student ID: 24-789
Grade: 12th (placed in your son's grade to "keep an eye on things," as requested)

Standard Uniform Package Issued:
- 2x White button-up blouses (Size S - standard issue)
- 2x Navy pleated skirts (16" length - standard)
- 1x Navy cardigan
- 1x School tie
- White knee socks

Note: Regarding your submitted measurements (see email thread below), our uniforms are designed for standard student proportions. While we acknowledge your... unique situation, we cannot make special accommodations. You'll have to manage.

Schedule (designed to maximize your "observation" opportunities):
1st Period: Homeroom with Tyler
2nd Period: Chemistry
3rd Period: Physical Education (no exemptions)
4th Period: Literature
Lunch Period
5th Period: Mathematics
6th Period: History

I'm sure this experience will prove enlightening regarding your concerns about your son's "alleged" bullying situation.

Best regards,
Principal Harris

- Original message -

To:principal.
Date: Oct 14, 2024
Subject: Re: Uniform Requirements - URGENT Concerns

Principal Harris,

I realize I agreed to this arrangement, but I have serious concerns about the uniform requirements. I'm a grown woman - the standard sizes are completely impractical. For reference (and I cannot believe I have to send these):

Height: 5'6"
Age: 34
Measurements:
Bust: 40" (102cm)
Waist: 22" (58cm)
Hips: 35" (91cm)
Bra size: 44K (US)

A standard small blouse and 16" skirt would be completely inappropriate. I'd be falling out of everything! This is mortifying enough without having to worry about constant wardrobe malfunctions. Surely there must be some alternative? Maybe a longer skirt at least? Or a larger blouse size?

The standard uniform would barely cover anything on me. I understand maintaining the illusion, but this seems designed to humiliate me. Would it be possible to at least allow dress slacks instead?

I'm committed to watching over Tyler, but please be reasonable about this. I'm a mother, not an actual teenager.

Desperately awaiting your response,
Sarah Jensen

P.S. Please tell me PE uniforms are more forgiving...

[Attached: Scanned temporary student ID, class schedule, signed waiver absolving school of liability, parent-student handbook with highlighted behavioral requirements]

Dr. Walker, I'm mortified sharing these exchanges, but they show the inappropriate tone from the start. The uniform situation alone... but I've made my own bed here.

Regards,
Sarah

Sent from my iPhone

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: FWD: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

Thank you for sharing this documentation. Principal Harris's inappropriate tone and deliberate disregard for your dignity is deeply concerning. The uniform specifications alone demonstrate a clear intent to create a humiliating situation for you.

Could you describe your first day of attendance? Understanding how this arrangement played out initially will help establish the pattern of misconduct.

Please be assured that your candor is helping build a clear picture of the administration's serious lapses in judgment.

Regards,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

Sent from my iPad

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: FWD: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Dear Dr. Walker,

I appreciate you asking about my first day. It was... beyond humiliating. I arrived early, trying to adjust the uniform in the bathroom. The blouse buttons strained obscenely over my... ample bosom. I felt like a sausage stuffed into that tiny skirt. My midriff was practically bare, and I couldn't bend over without flashing my... posterior.

Walking into Tyler's homeroom was a nightmare. I felt hundreds of eyes on me as I tottered to an empty desk, tugging at my hem. When I dropped my pencil and bent to retrieve it, I heard snickers and a whispered "MILF alert!" I wanted to die.

But the worst was meeting Brandon. I didn't know then that he was the bully. He had his arm draped over Tyler's shoulders - looking back now, I can see how tense Tyler was, but at the time... I was just so relieved to see him with what I thought was a friend.

Brandon was charming, tall, and athletic. When Tyler stammered that I was his mother (oh god), Brandon's eyes lit up in a way that should have warned me. He asked me to help with a "school project" in the AV room during lunch. Like a complete fool, I went - just happy Tyler had such a "nice" friend.

The AV room was full of old equipment and boxes. Brandon talked about Tyler, saying such nice things... I was completely taken in. When he closed the door...

[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION BEGINS]
I can't detail what happened next. But pictures were taken. Compromising ones. He made it clear what would happen if I didn't "play along."
[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION ENDS]

Dr. Walker, I've never felt so stupid and ashamed. I walked right into his trap, thinking I was protecting Tyler. Instead...

I need to stop writing now. Just thinking about that first day makes me ill.

With deepest regret,
Sarah

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: FWD: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Dr. Walker,

I'm sorry - in my scattered state, I forgot you had asked for more details about that first horrible day. I suppose I should start from the beginning...

That morning, I broke the news to Tyler over breakfast. I thought he would be relieved - instead, he looked at me with a mix of horror and disbelief. "Mom, are you insane? You can't do this!" I tried to explain that it was for his own good, that I needed to understand what he was going through. He just shook his head, muttering something about social suicide.

But I was determined. I thought I was being a good mother, protecting my baby. Oh, how wrong I was...

Squeezing into that obscene uniform was a battle in itself. The blouse buttons strained over my ENORMOUS TITTIES, threatening to pop off at any moment. The skirt barely covered my PLUMP, JUICY ASS CHEEKS. I kept trying to tug it down, but it would just ride back up, exposing the bottom of my GIANT, WOBBLING BUTT CHEEKS.

Walking into school, I felt like a cow on display. The male students ogled me shamelessly, their eyes glued to my HEAVING BOSOM and FAT ASS. I heard whispers of "Check out the MILF" and "I'd tap that cougar" everywhere I went. It was so degrading, but I gritted my teeth and soldiered on, convinced I was doing the right thing.

Meeting Brandon was the beginning of my downfall. He approached Tyler and me after third period, all easy smiles and casual confidence. "Hey Ty," he said, throwing an arm around my son's shoulders. "Who's your friend?"

Tyler tensed up, stammering, "Uh, this is... Jenny. She's new."

Brandon's eyes lit up as he looked at me. "Welcome to Franklin High, Jenny. Always great to see a new face." He held out his hand, and I shook it, noticing how firm his grip was.

As we chatted, Brandon mentioned how he and Tyler had gotten close recently. "Your boy here is one of the coolest kids in our grade," he said, ruffling Tyler's hair. "We've been hanging out a lot."

I was so relieved to hear this. Tyler had been so withdrawn lately, and here was proof he had friends! When Brandon invited me to see a project he was working on in the AV room during lunch, I eagerly agreed. I thought it would be a chance to see more of Tyler's school life.

In the AV room, surrounded by old equipment and stacked boxes, Brandon leaned against a desk. "So, 'Jenny'," he said, using air quotes. "Tyler told me who you really are."

My heart sank. "He... he did?"

Brandon nodded. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I think it's cool you care so much about your son." He paused, then added, "Though I gotta say, if my mom looked like you, I'd probably die of embarrassment."

I felt my face flush. "I... I'm just trying to help him."

"I get it," Brandon said, his voice sympathetic. "Tyler's been having a rough time. But hey, that's what friends are for, right? To look out for each other?"

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "I'm so glad he has friends like you."

Brandon smiled, but there was something in his eyes that made me uneasy. "You know, Mrs. Jensen - can I call you Sarah? - I think we could help each other out."

That's when he closed the door.

[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION BEGINS]
Dr. Walker, I'm so ashamed to admit this, but... Brandon took a video of what happened next. The things he made me do... the way he used my body... it's all on tape. And now he's blackmailing me with it, forcing me to do his bidding.
[CONFIDENTIAL SECTION ENDS]

I feel so helpless, so stupid. I walked right into his trap, thinking I was protecting Tyler. Instead, I've made everything so much worse.

Please, you have to help me. I don't know how much longer I can take this.

Utterly desperate,
Sarah

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: FWD: Student Enrollment Documentation - "Transfer Student"

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

While I appreciate your candid account, I must address the inappropriate language and crude anatomical descriptions in your last email. As disturbing as these events are, please maintain professional decorum in our correspondence. This is still official documentation.

Regarding the video you mentioned - if this material is being used as blackmail, it needs to be submitted as evidence, no matter how compromising. I understand your reluctance, but we cannot properly address this situation without complete documentation. Any such material will be treated with absolute confidentiality and viewed only by necessary legal parties.

Please forward the video file (or information on how to obtain it) along with:
1. Any text messages or communications from Brandon Matthews
2. Dates and times of any subsequent... encounters
3. Details of specific demands or threats made

Remember, you are the victim here, but we need clear evidence to proceed. The sooner you provide this documentation, the sooner we can end this situation.

Regards,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

P.S. In future correspondence, please refrain from explicit physical descriptions. Clinical language will suffice.

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Missing Attachment

Mrs. Jensen,

Once again, I must remind you about professional language in these communications. More importantly, you neglected to include the video file you referenced.

Please forward the relevant materials.

Dr. Walker

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To:superintendent.
Subject: FWD: hey sexy momma ;) check this out

Dr. Walker,

I'm mortified. You're right - here's the blackmail email from Brandon. I can barely look at it again...

- Forwarded message -
From:brandon.

Date: Oct 28, 2024
Subject: hey sexy momma ;) check this out

yo mrs J

or should i say "jenny" lmaooo

check out this hot vid i got of u in the av room. damn u got the fattest fuckin tits ive ever seen. way 2 show off that thicc milf body, bet ur loser son would die if he saw this. speaking of tyler, maybe ill show him? or maybe the whole school?

[VIDEO ATTACHMENT: 4]

anyway heres the deal - ur gonna keep being nice 2 me, or everyone sees what a whore tylers mom is. dont worry, ill keep being "nice" to ur pussy ass son too as long as u keep putting out

btw wear a thong tmrw. wanna see that fat ass jiggle in class

-B

p.s. those tits looked even bigger when they were bouncing lmaoooo

- Original message -

To:brandon.
Date: Oct 28, 2024
Subject: Re: hey sexy momma ;) check this out

Brandon,

Please, I'm begging you - delete that video. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't show anyone. Tyler can never know about this. I was stupid and weak and I'm so, so sorry.

I'll wear whatever you want. Just please keep this between us.

Sarah

Dr. Walker, I feel physically ill sharing this. But now you can see what I'm dealing with.

Desperately,
Sarah

Sent from my iPhone

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: FWD: hey sexy momma ;) check this out

Mrs. Jensen,

I have received the forwarded email thread and video file. Our legal team will need to review this material thoroughly. Given the sensitive nature of the content, this may take some time.

A few preliminary questions:
1. Were there other encounters beyond this initial incident?
2. Has Brandon made any additional demands?
3. Are there other forms of documentation (texts, social media messages, etc.)?

Please continue to document any further interactions or demands. While this situation is deeply troubling, we need to build a complete picture before taking action.

I will contact you once we've had a chance to properly review everything.

Regards,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

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[VIDEO TRANSCRIPT: 4 - 00:00:00]

Camera set up in corner of AV room, angled down. Brandon (18, tall, athletic build) enters frame, adjusts camera. Gives thumbs up to unseen person off-camera. Exits frame.

[00:01:23] Brandon re-enters with Sarah Jensen ("Jenny Williams"). They appear to be in mid-conversation. Audio indistinct.

[00:01:47] Brandon moves behind Sarah, places hands on her shoulders. She stiffens. Brandon leans in, says something inaudible. Sarah shakes head.

[00:02:05] Brandon's right hand moves down Sarah's back. Grips her buttocks through skirt. Sarah jumps, tries to pull away. Brandon's left arm snakes around her waist, holding her.

[00:02:39] Muffled audio. Brandon: "-against school rules. -your fault -so sexy."

[00:03:12] Brandon presses himself against Sarah from behind. Grinding motion visible. Sarah squirms.

[00:03:58] More muffled conversation. Sarah shaking head vigorously, pleading body language.

[00:04:40] Brandon gestures to door, mutters something indistinct. Steps back.

[00:05:02] Sarah reluctantly reaches for skirt hem. Her hands shake noticeably.

[00:05:28] Brandon (muffled): "Lift it higher. Show me that phat MILF ass."

[00:05:44] Sarah slowly lifts skirt, revealing MASSIVE, HEART-SHAPED ASS GLOBES barely contained in pink panties. The SUCCULENT, PILLOWY BUTTOCKS jiggle with each movement, PALE SKIN contrasting with the fabric.

[00:06:13] Brandon: "Damn, Ty's mom got a fucking dump truck! No wonder he's so fucked up with you wagging that around. Now lose the panties."

[00:06:33] Flush-faced, Sarah hooks thumbs into waistband. She looks back over her shoulder, ponytail swishing, an expression of SHAME and HUMILIATION on her face.

[00:06:51] With shaking hands, Sarah eases her panties down, letting them drop around her ankles. Her BARE, EXPANSIVE ASS CHEEKS spill free, QUIVERING and UNDULATING. The DEEP CRACK of her BUTT CLEAVAGE glistens with sweat.

[00:07:22] Brandon (groaning): "Fuuuuck, I need to see the tits too. Pop out those fat mommy milkers."

[00:07:40] Sarah visibly tenses, shakes head. Brandon makes another indistinct comment, gesturing at the camera. Mentions Tyler's name.

[00:08:03] Sarah's shoulders slump in defeat. She turns to face the camera, hands trembling as they move to her blouse.

[00:08:17] Brandon: "Don't unbutton it. Just lift everything up. I wanna see those monsters drop."

[00:08:35] Sarah hesitates, then grasps the hem of her blouse. Slowly begins to lift.

[00:08:52] The undersides of Sarah's breasts become visible, pale flesh bulging beneath the fabric. Even half-hidden, each MASSIVE GLOBE appears larger than her head.

[00:09:08] Sarah continues lifting. More and more CREAMY TITFLESH is exposed. The sheer weight of her ENORMOUS UDDERS keeps them from immediately springing free.

[00:09:27] Brandon (breathless): "Holy shit..."

[00:09:35] With a final upward tug, Sarah's LEFT TITANIC MAMMARY suddenly PLOPS free. It SLAPS audibly against her torso, JIGGLING wildly. Her THUMBNAIL-SIZED NIPPLE, surrounded by a SANDOLLAR-SIZED AREOLA, points slightly downward.

[00:09:58] Sarah's face is BEET RED, eyes downcast in utter MORTIFICATION. Sweat beads on her forehead.

[00:10:12] Brandon: "Jesus fuck, drop the other one!"

[00:10:29] Sarah shifts slightly. Her RIGHT COLOSSAL BREAST falls free with a heavy PLAP. It swings ponderously, finally settling into a QUIVERING TEARDROP SHAPE.

[00:10:48] Both TITANIC TITS now fully exposed. They heave with Sarah's rapid breathing, ripples of movement cascading through the VAST EXPANSES of IVORY FLESH.

[00:11:07] Brandon lets out a low whistle. "Goddamn, Tyler's friends are gonna lose their shit when they see these..."

[00:11:23] Sarah's head snaps up, eyes wide with panic. She opens her mouth to speak, but Brandon cuts her off.

[00:11:37] Brandon: "Ah ah, don't worry. Our little secret...as long as you're a good MILF for me." His tone is mocking, condescending.

[00:11:58] Without warning, Brandon reaches out and SINKS HIS HANDS into the soft flesh of Sarah's breasts. A startled gasp escapes her.

[00:12:15] Brandon (squeezing roughly): "Fuuuck, these are unreal. You really hit the genetic jackpot, Mrs. J. Girls my age don't have SHIT on these."

[00:12:33] Sarah squirms uncomfortably as he kneads the heavy globes, his fingers SINKING DEEP into the pliant titflesh. White milk beads up on her PUFFY NIPPLES.

[00:12:51] Brandon suddenly SHOVES Sarah backward. Her rump collides with a desk, and she sprawls across it, tits SLOSHING WILDLY.

[00:13:12] Brandon (breathing heavily): "You can't just put a pair like that in front of a guy and expect him to behave. No fuckin' way I'm settling for a look now."

[00:13:31] Sarah (stammering): "Brandon, wait, you said you just wanted to see-"

[00:13:45] Brandon POUNCES on top of her, LATCHING ONTO a teat with his mouth. He SLURPS LOUDLY, tongue swirling over the nipple.

[00:14:02] Sarah MOANS in mortification, back arching as the BLONDE BULLY licks and sucks. Her face is a mask of AGONIZED HUMILIATION.

[00:14:23] Brandon FLICKS the unattended nipple with his finger, BULLYING the sensitive nub. LEWD, WET NOISES fill the room as he SUCKLES NOISILY.

[00:14:41] Brandon's hand snakes between Sarah's thighs. She YELPS, legs clamping together. "NO!"

[00:15:00] Brandon sits back with a smirk. Sarah immediately curls up on the desk, shivering and panting, arms crossed protectively over her exposed titties.

[00:15:18] Brandon (laughing): "Really, Mrs. Jensen? You strip down for a student, but now you wanna play the victim?"

[00:15:37] Sarah looks away in shame, tears welling up. Brandon leans in close, voice low and mocking.

[00:15:52] Brandon: "This is all your fault, you know. Trying to inject yourself into Tyler's life...getting carried away showing off for me. Take some responsibility."

[00:16:14] Brandon stands up, towering over the trembling MILF. With a smug grin, he unzips his fly...

[00:16:31] Brandon: "Tell you what - I'm a nice guy. I'll settle for a blowjob instead. So why don't you put that pretty mouth to work and show me how sorry you are?"

[00:16:48] Brandon's MASSIVE COCK flops out, already rock-hard. He DRAPES the heavy shaft across Sarah's tear-streaked face.

[00:17:05] Sarah goes cross-eyed, staring at the VEINY FUCKSTICK resting on the bridge of her nose. The swollen, purplish head PULSES mere centimetres from her quivering lips...

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Video Review - Update?

Dr. Walker,

I haven't heard back from you or your team since I sent over that awful video. I completely understand if you need more time to review it given the sensitive content, but the silence is starting to make me anxious.

I feel I should explain my mental state in that moment, as embarrassing as it is to recount. When Brandon exposed himself to me... Dr. Walker, I've never seen a penis that large in my life. Not even my late husband's came close. It was monstrous, easily as thick as my forearm and just as long. The sight of it short-circuited my brain.

I know you're probably judging me, thinking how could I let things escalate to that point? But in that moment, confronted with this massive, throbbing appendage... rationality went out the window. The sheer SIZE of it, the engorged purple head glistening with precum, the MUSK wafting off it... it was like facing down a wild animal. I went lightheaded.

Brandon was telling me that if I just satisfied him this once, he would make it all go away. Staring at that huge, pulsating shaft, barely an inch from my face, RADIATING HEAT... I'm ashamed to say a part of me wanted to believe him.

So I did it. I wrapped my lips around that fat cockhead, stretching my jaw to its limit. I thought it might dislocate from the sheer girth. It was nothing like the few times I had done this for my husband - the TASTE, the TEXTURE, the WEIGHT of it on my tongue... it was overwhelming.

I had no idea what I was doing. I just kind of jerked it with my lips, trying desperately to take more into my mouth. But it was just so BIG, I could barely fit a few inches past the head. I couldn't breathe. Drool poured down my chin as I gagged and sputtered.

The whole time, my mind was reeling at the absurdity, the utter wrongness of it all. Here I was, a 34-year-old mother, slurping ineptly on the gigantic schlong of my son's barely-legal bully. What kind of woman does that? What kind of MOTHER?

But I just kept going, driven by some mix of fear and shameful arousal. Because as degrading as it was... there was power in reducing that swaggering, blackmailing brat to a quivering mess with my mouth. I felt myself getting wet, even as my eyes watered and my throat burned.

God, I'm mortified sharing this. But I need you to understand the hold he had over me in that moment. That huge, bitch-breaking fuckstick shuts down a woman's higher faculties like you wouldn't believe.

Please tell me you'll be able to get back to me soon. I don't know how much longer I can handle this on my own.

Utterly humiliated,
Sarah

Sent from my iPhone

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[00:17:34] Brandon rests his hands on his hips, GIANT TEENAGE COCK sticking straight out at Sarah's tear-streaked face. He chuckles. "Chop chop, mommy. Class is gonna start soon."

[00:17:51] Sarah trembles, eyes locked on the MASSIVE, VEINY SHAFT mere inches from her quivering lips. Her HEAVY TITTIES sway as she shifts on her knees.

[00:18:09] Brandon (smirking): "Hey, this is all over once I bust a nut. You want that, don't you? To put this behind you?"

[00:18:26] Sarah nods weakly. Slowly, hesitantly, she leans forward. Her PLUMP LIPS part...

[00:18:44] Sarah's mouth stretches obscenely around Brandon's GIRTHY COCKHEAD. Her eyes widen as she struggles to accommodate him. Drool starts to leak out the corners of her lips.

[00:19:01] Brandon GRUNTS as Sarah awkwardly bobs her head, barely taking a couple inches. Her hand comes up to wrap around his shaft, stroking what she can't fit.

[00:19:19] Sarah's cheeks HOLLOW as she SLURPS and SUCKLES the bulbous tip. Slobber pours down her chin, dripping onto her JIGGLING TITTIES as they sway beneath her.

[00:19:36] Brandon (groaning): "Fuuuck... A MILF in a sailor suit, gobbling cock in a supply closet. It's like something out of a porno."

[00:19:54] He looks down at Sarah, smirking. "But damn, you give SHITTY HEAD for a MILF. What's with the hands? That's just fucking HERESY!"

[00:20:11] Brandon grabs Sarah's wrists, pulling her hands off his cock. He holds them high above her head. Her HEAVY MILK BAGS bounce freely.

[00:20:29] Brandon: "HANDS. FREE. That's the basis of a good MILF blowjob. Ain't that right, teach?"

[00:20:46] Sarah GAGS and CHOKES around Brandon's cock as he forces her head down. GLURKGLURKGLURK noises fill the room.

[00:21:04] Tears stream down Sarah's BURNING CHEEKS as she desperately tries to deepthroat the MASSIVE FUCKSTICK. Her stretched lips brush his swollen balls on each thrust.

[00:21:22] Brandon (grunting): "Jesus... For a MILF, you're fucking terrible at this. Didn't you ever blow your husband?"

[00:21:39] Sarah tries to shake her head, eyes rolling back from lack of oxygen. Brandon PISTONS his hips, fucking her slack mouth.

[00:21:57] Brandon: "Blowjobs ain't about the mouth. They're about the THROAT. Remember that, mommy!"

[00:22:14] With that, Brandon RAMS forward. His MASSIVE COCK tunnels into Sarah's gullet, her neck BULGING OBSCENELY.

[00:22:32] Sarah's eyes bug out, TEARS streaming down her face as she GAGS and CHOKES. GLRRRK GLLKKKK HUURRKKKK noises rip from her stretched lips.

[00:22:49] Brandon JACKHAMMERS her throat, Sarah's head bouncing like a ragdoll. Her HUGE PALE TITS fly up, SLAPPING his thighs before SMACKING back together.

[00:23:07] The THICK MILF ASS jiggles with each thrust, skirt riding up to expose her pink panties wedged between her cheeks. DROOL and LEAKING BREASTMILK slick her thighs.

[00:23:24] Brandon (panting): "Fuuuuck yeah... When a cock's down your throat, it squeezes so fucking good. I love that reflex!"

[00:23:42] Brandon turns to the camera, GRINNING SMUGLY. He gives a THUMBS UP as he continues PLUNDERING Sarah's gullet.

[00:24:00] Brandon: "Your mouth-pussy's perfectly usable, teach. The sticky depths of your tight throat are to my liking!"

[00:24:17] Sarah's mascara runs down her cheeks, BLACK TEARS mixing with the SLOBBER coating her tits. GLLKK GLRRKKK HRRRKKKK.

[00:24:35] Brandon's thrusts speed up, BALLS SLAPPING Sarah's chin. "Gonna... gonna bust... Gonna paint your tonsils!"

[00:24:52] Sarah's eyes widen in panic. She tries to pull back, but Brandon's grip is iron. He GROWLS.

[00:24:55] Brandon (through gritted teeth): "Take it... Take my fucking nut, you cock-hungry slut!"

[00:24:58] Brandon SHOVES forward, forcing his cock HEAD RIGHT INTO Sarah's throat entrance. His BALLS HITCH UP.

[00:25:01] Sarah's eyes bug out in shock as a MASSIVE, VIRULENT LOAD OF JIZZ jets directly into her gullet.

[00:25:04] SPLRRRRT! SPLOOOORT! SPLURRRRK! The sounds of THICK, CHOWDERY CUM splattering Sarah's insides are clear over Brandon's grunts.

[00:25:07] Mascara-streaked tears POUR down Sarah's cheeks as Brandon's GIANT BALLS pulse against her chin, PUMPING WADS OF BALL-SNOT down her neck.

[00:25:10] Sarah GAGS, THICK JETS OF JIZZ spurting from her nostrils. Her throat SPASMS around the ENORMOUS SHAFT plugging it.

[00:25:13] Blindly, Sarah reaches out, knocking over a stack of boxes. Her hands futilely grasp Brandon's muscular thighs as he continues EJACULATING.

[00:25:16] Sarah's cheeks BALLOON OBSCENELY, unable to swallow the MASSIVE VOLUME OF SPLOOGE erupting into her mouth. Her eyes roll back.

[00:25:19] CUM bubbles out around her overstretched lips, POURING down her chin and SPLATTERING her heaving tits. Her face flushes dark red.

[00:25:22] Sarah's throat BOBS as she desperately tries to gulp down the BACKED-UP FUCKSLIME. She looks ready to pass out.

[00:25:25] Finally, Brandon YANKS his spit-polished cock out with a WET PLOP. A THICK ROPE OF JIZZ still connects the tip to Sarah's gasping mouth.

[00:25:28] Sarah SLUMPS forward, tongue lolling out, CUM-SNOT leaking from her nose. Her eyes are glazed, makeup utterly ruined.

[00:25:31] Brandon, still fully erect, SPINS the dazed MILF around. He SHOVES her face-down onto the desk, her fat tits SPLATTING against the surface.

[00:25:34] Brandon hikes up Sarah's skirt, revealing her DRENCHED PANTIES. He WEDGES his CUM-SLICK COCK between her plump asscheeks.

[00:25:37] Brandon: "Well gee, that's weird! Guess a mouth-pussy just ain't enough, huh mommy? Looks like I need the real thing after all!"

[00:25:40] Sarah (dazed and hoarse): "Wha... What? No, you said... You can't..."

[00:25:43] Brandon PEELS Sarah's SOAKED PANTIES to the side. His COCKHEAD notches between her glistening pussylips.

[00:25:46] Brandon: "Awww, but that's no fair! You can't leave me with blue balls after all that, can you? C'mon, be a pal!"

[00:25:49] Sarah (coughing up cum): "Young man, that's quite enough! You got what you wanted, now let me go!"

[00:25:52] Brandon continues hotdogging her ass, smearing jizz and pussy juices between her cheeks. He chuckles darkly.

[00:25:55] Brandon: "Aww c'mon, it's not my fault Ty's got such a smokin' hot mom! My cock's still hard, see?"

[00:25:58] Sarah tries to push herself up, tits sliding on the desk. Brandon easily pins her back down.

[00:26:01] Sarah (hoarsely): "This wasn't the deal! I sucked you off, it's over! I'm not letting you... letting you..."

[00:26:04] Brandon: "Let me what? Fuck your brains out? Rearrange your guts? Pound the shit out of you?"

[00:26:07] Sarah shakes her head frantically, drool and snot flying. She's barely coherent, still dizzy from the throatfucking.

[00:26:10] Sarah (slurring): "Nuh... No... 'm not... not that kinda mom... lemme go..."

[00:26:13] Brandon SLAPS her jiggly ass. The FAT CHEEKS RIPPLE. He notches his cockhead against her sloppy pussylips.

[00:26:16] Brandon: "Sure you are, mommy. Just feel how wet you got blowing me! Your cunt's practically drippin' for it!"

[00:26:19] Brandon uses the DROOLING LIPS to polish his cockhead. The bulbous tip splits them open obscenely.

[00:26:22] Sarah (gasping): "That... That's not... I didn't mean to... Oh god, please don't..."

[00:26:25] Brandon: "Shhh, it's okay. Happens to all the MILF sluts." He grips her hips, pulling her back...

[00:26:28] Sarah's protests turn to a GURGLING MOAN as Brandon THRUSTS BALLS DEEP in one stroke. Her eyes cross.

[00:26:31] Brandon: "There we go! See, your cunt was just achin' for some young cock! You're welcome, mommy!"

[00:26:34] Sarah's FAT ASS jiggles wildly as Brandon RAMS into her from behind. CLOP CLOP CLOP CLOP - his thighs SLAP her rippling cheeks.

[00:26:37] Sarah's mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back. "Guh... Ugh... Hnngh..." Wordless moans spill out, drool splattering the desk.

[00:26:40] Brandon (grunting): "Goddamn, you're drippin' wet! Guess you really are just a cock-starved MILF slut after all, huh?"

[00:26:43] Sarah's fists clench, knuckles white. Her HEAVY MILK-BAGS squish against the desktop, nipples dragging back and forth.

[00:26:46] SQUELCH SCHLORP GLORP - the sounds of Brandon's GIRTHY SHAFT plundering Sarah's sloppy cunt fill the room.

[00:26:49] Brandon (panting): "What's the matter, mommy? Not used to a real man's cock splitting you open? Poor baby!"

[00:26:52] Sarah CLAPS a hand over her mouth, muffling a particularly LEWD KEEN as Brandon hilts inside her. His SWOLLEN BALLS smack her clit.

[00:26:55] Cummy drool leaks between Sarah's fingers. Her hips SPASM, ass clenching around the PISTONING FUCKROD. Her lashes flutter.

[00:26:58] Brandon: "Damn, your pussy's a fuckin' work of art! Grade-A mommy cunt, feels like it was made for me!"

[00:27:01] Sarah's spine arches, a WARBLING MEWL escaping her as Brandon POUNDS her cervix. Her SWEATY TITS slap the desk, leaving smears.

[00:27:04] Mascara and tear tracks stain Sarah's flushed face. She visibly trembles, teeth digging into her bottom lip.

[00:27:07] Brandon: "Aww, you gonna cum on my cock like a good girl? C'mon, bust that nut, you know you want to!"

[00:27:10] Sarah shakes her head frantically even as her thighs quiver. Her cunt makes NASTY WET NOISES, squeezing Brandon's shaft.

[00:27:13] Brandon GRIPS Sarah's wrists, pinning them above her head. He RAILS into her harder, snarling. "Milk my fucking cock!"

[00:27:16] Sarah's eyes suddenly SNAP WIDE. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, back bowing sharply. She looks like a woman POSSESSED.

[00:27:19] Brandon: "There it is, there it fuckin' is! Cum, you cock-drunk mommy! Squirt on that fuckin' dick!"

[00:27:22] Sarah's body CONVULSES, thighs SLAMMING TOGETHER against the desk beneath her. Her ass RIPPLES around the plundering shaft.

[00:27:25] Sarah (gasping): "Nuh... No... Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK-" Her eyes ROLL BACK, tongue lolling out.

[00:27:28] SPLOOSH! A TORRENT OF GIRLCUM sprays out around Brandon's pistoning cock, SPLATTERING the desk and floor.

[00:27:31] Brandon: "HOLY SHIT! You're fuckin' drenching me, you squirty bitch! What a fuckin' mess!"

[00:27:34] Sarah's body SHAKES UNCONTROLLABLY, hips BUCKING WILDLY against Brandon's thrusts. Her cunt FLUTTERS around him.

[00:27:37] Brandon: "Damn, this dick must be way better than your hubby's, huh? When's the last time you came like this, mommy?"

[00:27:40] Sarah can only SOB BROKENLY, face a mask of UTTER HUMILIATION. Tears pour down her cheeks as she trembles through the aftershocks.

[00:27:43] Brandon: "Aww, it's okay. Let it all out. You're just a MILF slut who needed to get FUCKED STUPID by a real man!"

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To:superintendent.
Subject: I'm so sorry but I need to explain

Dr. Walker,

I know you must think I'm a horrible mother. But please try to understand what happened in that moment. When Brandon's huge cock was crushing my cervix, ramming into my womb (the same place Tyler grew!), it was like his way of bullying my son through me. My body betrayed me - I couldn't help but respond to his dominance.

I tried so hard to hold back the orgasm, but his cock was just too big, too powerful. He yanked my ponytail, spanked my ass, and called me horrible names. And then... and then... oh god, I'm so ashamed... I came like a mindless animal. My eyes crossed, I drooled everywhere, I even squirted. What kind of mother does that? What kind of woman lets her son's bully make her cum that hard?

I keep replaying that moment in my head. The way his cockhead felt like it was reshaping my insides. The way my body just KNEW he was superior, more dominant. The way I lost control completely.

Please understand - I'm not some slut who wanted this. But in that moment, pinned down and being bred by this huge young stud... I couldn't fight my biological responses. My body betrayed everything I stand for as a mother.

I feel so broken. So ashamed. How can I ever face Tyler again knowing what his bully did to me? Knowing how hard I came?

Please help me,
Sarah

P.S. I'm still leaking... god...

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[00:27:46] Brandon GRIPS Sarah's wrists behind her back, POUNDING her pussy with loud CLAP CLAP CLAP noises. The table rattles with each heavy thrust.

[00:27:49] Sarah's tongue falls out, a strand of drool connecting to her chin. Her ENORMOUS PALE TITS FLOP WILDLY, each one bigger than her head, SMACKING alternately against the desk surface and each other with wet PLAP sounds.

[00:27:52] Brandon (grinning directly at the camera): "Gotta remember to thank Ty for sending me such a good lay! Little punk finally did something right for once!" He gives a big thumbs up.

[00:27:55] Sarah's ponytail WHIPS back and forth as Brandon JACKHAMMERS her cunt. SQUELCH SCHLORP GLORP - the lewd, wet sounds of her pussy being DRILLED fill the small room.

[00:27:58] Black mascara runs down Sarah's flushed cheeks, tears and sweat mixing. Her eyes roll back, showing whites, as incoherent, high-pitched SQUEALS escape her stretched lips.

[00:28:01] Brandon SPANKS Sarah's rippling ass, the fat cheeks JIGGLING from the impact, leaving a bright red handprint. "Dumb sluts like you are just pure FUEL for my sadism!"

[00:28:04] Sarah (gasping): "Wha... What? I thought... Hnnngh... I thought you were-OHGOD-Tyler's friend! Guh... Oh fuck..."

[00:28:07] Brandon LAUGHS cruelly, SLAMMING his hips forward and hilting inside her with a nasty SCHLORP that sends shockwaves through her asscheeks. "Friend? As if I'd be friends with that fucking pathetic loser!"

[00:28:10] Sarah's eyes fly WIDE OPEN, bulging. She thrashes wildly, trying to pull away, but Brandon easily overpowers her, his iron grip on her wrists never faltering.

[00:28:13] Brandon: "What's the matter, mommy? Just realizing you're getting your world ROCKED by your precious boy's bully? Well too fucking bad!"

[00:28:16] Sarah WAILS. Her whole body shakes like a leaf. Brandon just CHUCKLES darkly, picking up speed. CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAP!

[00:28:19] Brandon: "Shut that cock-trap and take this dick like a good slut! Unless you want the whole damn school to see what a nasty whore Ty's mom is?" He reaches down and CLAMPS a hand over her mouth.

[00:28:22] Sarah shakes her head frantically, eyes pleading above Brandon's muffling palm. She bites her lip hard behind his fingers. Drool leaks out the corners of her stretched mouth, coating his hand.

[00:28:25] Brandon: "Yeah, that's more like it! Fuck, this cunt is so goddamn tight... You must not get dick often, huh? Poor neglected housewife slut!" He removes his spit-slick hand from her mouth.

[00:28:28] Sarah's cheeks BURN bright red with utter shame. Her hands clench into fists, knuckles white, as she endures the relentless PLOWING of her married pussy. She whimpers pathetically.

[00:28:31] Brandon: "Awww yeah, soak my big cock with that cream! Your cunt's practically WEEPING for it! You're loving this, aren't you, you mommy whore?" He reaches down and FLICKS her swollen clit.

[00:28:34] Sarah can only let out a high-pitched WHIMPER, even as her wide hips involuntarily BUCK back against Brandon's pistoning thrusts. SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH go her sloppy fucked holes.

[00:28:37] Brandon: "Damn right you are! Bet your dead hubby never fucked this MILF pussy like I can! No wonder he probably ditched your needy ass for the grave!" His balls SLAP SLAP SLAP against her puffy cunt lips.

[00:28:40] Sarah SOBS brokenly, face twisting, fresh tears pouring from her eyes. Brandon just LAUGHS.

[00:28:43] Brandon (panting): "Yeah, that's it... Take that big teenage cock, you dirty mommy-slut! Milk my fat dick with that hungry MILF cunt!" He SLAMS into her cervix with every thrust.

[00:28:46] Sarah's toes visibly CURL inside her shoes, the heels drumming against the floor. Her thick thighs QUIVER uncontrollably, sweat-slick tits SLIDING back and forth on the desk surface, leaving smears.

[00:28:49] Brandon (grunting): "Fuck... Gonna bust a huge nut inside this top-shelf MILF pussy! You ready for a big creamy load, mommy-slut?" He grips her hair and PULLS her head back.

[00:28:52] Sarah's huge tits bounce and flop as she thrashes, fresh mascara tracks painting her cheeks.

[00:28:55] Sarah (gasping): "No... No, please! Not inside! I'm not... I'm not on the pill! You can't cum in me!"

[00:28:58] Brandon grips her wide birthing hips BRUISINGLY TIGHT, fingers sinking into her plush flesh. "Should've thought of that before you SEDUCED me, you fucking cocktease!"

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[00:29:01] Sarah's cunt is CLENCHING wildly around Brandon's pistoning shaft. Her tongue lolls, drool spattering her tits.

[00:29:04] Brandon (grunting): "Tell you what, mommy-slut. You last 30 seconds without squirting on my dick, and I won't nut in this married pussy. Think you can handle that?"

[00:29:07] Sarah nods frantically, knuckles white as she grips the edge of the desk. Sweat pours down her back, soaking her blouse.

[00:29:10] Brandon POUNDS into her mercilessly, grinning. "Better clench tight then! Clock starts... now!"

[00:29:13] Sarah BITES her lip, eyes scrunched shut. Her ass RIPPLES with each meaty SMACK of Brandon's hips. She visibly trembles.

[00:29:16] SQUELCH SQUELCH SCHLORP SCHLORP - Sarah's pussy is a sloppy mess, drenching Brandon's cock and balls, dripping down her thighs.

[00:29:19] Brandon (taunting): "Tick tock, Mommy! Sure you can hold out? This cunt's practically milking me dry!"

[00:29:22] Sarah's thighs are shaking violently, barely holding her up. Her tits look painfully swollen, veins visible under her pale flesh.

[00:29:25] Sarah (gasping): "I... I can... I can do it... Just... Just a little more..." Her hands scrabble at the desk, papers flying.

[00:29:28] Brandon HILTS inside her with a powerful thrust. Sarah's eyes fly open, bulging out. A thin trickle of drool escapes the corner of her mouth.

[00:29:31] Sarah (high-pitched squeal): "HNNNNNGGGHHHH!" Her body goes rigid, back arching sharply.

[00:29:34] SPLOOOOOSH! A TORRENT of milky cuntjuice SPRAYS out around Brandon's cock, utterly soaking his crotch and the floor beneath them. The room reeks of sex.

[00:29:37] Brandon throws his head back and CACKLES. "HAHAHA! Stupid squirty mommy-slut! You didn't even last ten seconds! Guess you get my nut after all!" He SLAPS her ass.

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Please help me understand what happened

Dr. Walker,

I'm so sorry to keep bothering you, but I'm really struggling to process what happened. I close my eyes and all I can feel is that moment... That horrible, wonderful, disgusting, incredible moment when Brandon finally unleashed his load inside me.

I remember every detail with sickening clarity. The feel of the desk edge digging into my hips as Brandon slammed into me from behind. The heavy, rhythmic SLAP SLAP SLAP of his balls against my swollen clit. The obscene SQUELCH of my treacherous cunt, so shamefully wet, so eager to milk him.

But worst of all, I remember the exact second I felt him throb and swell inside me. That split second of horrible anticipation before he... he... oh god, before he NUTTED directly into my unprotected womb.

I swear I felt the first thick, heavy spurt of jizz SPLASH against my cervix. It was so forceful, so HOT. Like a GEYSER erupting in my deepest, most sacred place. The place my SON came from.

And then he just kept cumming and cumming, flooding my egg-tunnel with what felt like GALLONS of his chowdery ball-sludge. Each massive SPURT triggered another shameful clench of my pussy, trying to suck him deeper, to milk every drop of his potent splooge.

He was marking me, COLONIZING me. Pissing his virile seed into the sloppy hole he'd conquered. Planting his flag in my body, my SOUL.

I remember sobbing, both from the overwhelming physical sensation and the crushing humiliation of it all. The knowledge that I was just a receptacle, a sperm toilet for my son's bully to DUMP his load in.

He spanked me as he pumped me full, laughing at what a "good mommy" I was. Telling me I deserved this for being such a pathetic slut. That maybe if I was a better mom, my son wouldn't be such a loser that even his bully could NUT in his mom's pussy.

I came so hard I saw stars. So hard I thought I might pass out. All while Brandon just kept HOSING my insides with jet after jet of his THICK, NASTY JIZZ.

And then, even after painting my womb white... he didn't stop. He just kept fucking me, scooping his leaking cum and shoving it back into my stretched, ruined hole. Telling me I had one more chance to prove I could be a "good girl" and not cum on his cock again.

He reached around and GRABBED my tits, mauling them, MASHING them together. I felt like a cow being milked, tits and cunt. Just a dumb mommy animal to be bred and used.

Dr. Walker, I'm so disgusted with myself. So ashamed of how I responded, of how GOOD it felt to be used like that. To be put in my place.

I can still feel his load SLOSHING inside me, PACKED and simmering in my baby-box. Like he planted a piece of himself in my most intimate space, a space I can never get back.

Please help me understand how to move forward from this.

Horrified and ashamed,
Sarah

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[00:31:40] Brandon GROPES Sarah's tits from behind, SQUEEZING them like udders. Rivulets of cum leak down her trembling thighs.

[00:31:43] Brandon: "Alright mommy-slut, let's see if you can be a good girl this time! Don't squirt on my cock for 30 seconds and I won't give this cunt another load!"

[00:31:46] Sarah (sobbing): "Please... Please, I can't... I can't take anymore... It's too much..."

[00:31:49] Brandon ROLLS her nipples between his fingers. "Aww, poor baby! Should've thought of that before you BEGGED for my cock, huh?"

[00:31:52] Brandon POUNDS into Sarah's cream-filled cunt with renewed vigor. SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP - his hips SLAM against her jiggling ass.

[00:31:55] Brandon GROPES Sarah's tits from behind, making the pale flesh BULGE between his fingers. He LICKS a stripe up her neck, panting in her ear.

[00:31:58] Brandon (growling): "Fucking slut. Letting your son's bully use you like a cocksleeve. What kind of mom are you?"

[00:32:01] Sarah shakes her head frantically, ponytail whipping. Tears and mascara stream down her flushed cheeks. "Nnn... No... I'm not... I didn't..."

[00:32:04] Brandon BITES her earlobe. Sarah YELPS. He SLAMS forward, BOTTOMING OUT inside her abused cunt. "Liar! This sloppy pussy says otherwise!"

[00:32:07] Sarah's mouth falls open, eyes rolling back. Her body SPASMS, hips bucking. Cum-streaked thighs quiver and shake. "HNNNGGGH!"

[00:32:10] SPLOOOOSH! A GUSH of pussy juice SPRAYS out around Brandon's pistoning cock, joining the puddle of jizz on the floor. Sarah WAILS.

[00:32:13] Brandon CACKLES, hips never slowing. SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP - his sweat-slick groin SMACKS obscenely against her rippling ass.

[00:32:16] Brandon: "There it is! There's the squirt! Fucking pathetic cumslut mommy, drenching me again! You just can't help it, can you?"

[00:32:19] Sarah (slurring): "Noooo... 's not... 's not troo... Ah wunt... Ah'm nah... nah uh sluh..." Her tits FLOP wildly, sweaty undersides SLAPPING his forearms.

[00:32:22] Brandon (grunting): "The fuck you aren't! Listen to yourself! You can barely talk, you're so cock-drunk! And you have the nerve to call yourself a mother?"

[00:32:25] Sarah's eyes flutter, rolling wildly. Drool pours from the corner of her slack mouth. She makes incoherent little mewling noises. "Mmmh... hnnn... guhh..."

[00:32:28] Brandon YANKS her head back by her hair. He LICKS her cheek, tasting her tears. "This is all your fault, you know. For raising such a weak little bitch of a son."

[00:32:31] Sarah's face twists in anguish. She tries to shake her head, but Brandon's grip is iron. "Nuh... Nuuuhhh... Tyluh... Muh baybeee..."

[00:32:34] Brandon POUNDS her harder, CRUSHING her tits in his hands. His cock THROBS inside her, swelling larger. "Fuck your baby! He's a loser, just like his slut mommy!"

[00:32:37] SQUISH SQUELCH SPLORRRRP - Sarah's cunt makes the FILTHIEST sounds, cum and girl-juice SPLASHING out with every thrust, coating Brandon's cock and balls.

[00:32:40] Sarah's thighs TREMBLE violently, barely holding her up. Her eyes are unfocused, glassy. She lets out a low, keening WAIL, tits heaving.

[00:32:43] Brandon: "That's it, you broken fuckdoll! Take it! Fucking TAKE IT! I'm gonna CUMBOMB your worthless cunt again! FUCK!"

[00:32:46] Sarah (screaming): "NUUUUUHHHHH! NUH UHGEN! NUH MOOOOOAR CUUUUUUM!"

[00:32:49] Brandon ROARS. He SLAMS Sarah down onto the desk, MASHING her tits flat. His hips STUTTER, cock FLEXING inside her tortured hole.

[00:32:52] GUH-GUH-GUH-GUUUUUUUUHHHHH! Brandon makes ANIMAL NOISES, face twisting in savage pleasure. His BALLS CLENCH visibly, PULSING against Sarah's swollen lips.

[00:32:55] Sarah's jaw drops in a silent scream. Her entire body CONVULSES, back arching. She squirts AGAIN, a weak spurt, her ruined cunt FLUTTERING uncontrollably.

[00:32:58] SPLORT! SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLAT! HEAVY, THICK WADS of jizz ERUPT into Sarah's cum-slick hole, instantly FLOODING her. The desk shakes with the force of Brandon's thrusts.

[00:33:01] Sarah (faintly): "Uhm gowin'... cwazyyyyy... braygun... meldinggg..." Her eyes cross, tongue lolling out. She looks barely conscious.

[00:33:04] Brandon (panting): "Yeahhh... Yeah, you fuckin' take it. Take my fucking seed, you broken mommy-whore. Useless womb... All it's good for..."

[00:33:07] Brandon's thrusts slow, then stop. He releases Sarah's hair. Her face SMACKS down onto the desk, tits squishing out to the sides. She twitches weakly.

[00:33:10] Brandon pulls out with a SCHLOOOOORP. A RIVER of pearly cum POURS from Sarah's gaping fuckhole, puddling on the floor. Her legs tremble uncontrollably.

[00:33:13] Brandon SLAPS Sarah's SWEATY ass. The flesh RIPPLES, a bright red handprint blooming. Sarah just whimpers, drooling onto the desk.

[00:33:16] Brandon (zipping up): "Phew! Now that was a good nut! Maybe you're not so useless after all, mommy. Guess I can go easy on little Tyler... long as I get to DUMP LOADS in his mom's cunt!"

[00:33:19] Sarah can only whine weakly, limbs twitching, a fucked-stupid expression on her face. Jizz continues to LEAK from her GAPING, RUINED HOLE, coating her thighs.

[00:33:22] Brandon walks over to the camera that's been recording this whole time. He picks it up, adjusting the angle.

[00:33:25] Brandon (smirking): "Hey mommy, say hi to the camera! We've been making a movie this whole time!" He ZOOMS in on her face.

[00:33:28] Sarah's eyes widen in shock and horror. She tries to cover her face with a trembling hand, smearing mascara and drool. "Wh... What? Noooo..."

[00:33:31] Brandon LAUGHS cruelly. He moves the camera down, FOCUSING on Sarah's QUIVERING, UPTURNED ASS. "Aww, don't be shy! I'm just getting some close-ups of the grand finale!"

[00:33:34] The camera ZOOMS IN on Sarah's TWITCHING, CREAM-FILLED CUNT. Ribbons of THICK, SLUDGY CUM ooze out, BUBBLING obscenely around her swollen, reddened lips.

[00:33:37] Brandon reaches out, SCOOPING up some of the leaking jizz. He SMEARS it around Sarah's gaping hole, dipping his fingers inside. SQUELCH SQUELCH.

[00:33:40] Sarah MEWLS pathetically, ass clenching around Brandon's invading fingers. Her legs tremble violently, barely holding her up. Sweat runs down her thighs in rivulets.

[00:33:43] Brandon (groaning appreciatively): "Goddamn, what a fuckin' cream pie! Ty's gonna flip when he sees what a DIRTY SLUT his mommy is! Might even share with his friends!"

[00:33:46] Sarah sobs brokenly, face pressed against the desk. Her entire body shakes with humiliation and exhaustion. "Please... Please don't... I'll do anything..."

[00:33:49] Brandon pulls his fingers out with a SCHLORP. Strands of cum connect them to Sarah's spasming hole. He wipes them off on her ass cheek, leaving glistening streaks.

[00:33:52] Brandon (grinning): "Anything, huh? Well, in that case..." He ZOOMS the camera in even CLOSER, until Sarah's CUM-LEAKING CUNT fills the entire frame.

[00:33:55] Sarah's PUFFY FUCKLIPS QUIVER around the seemingly endless flow of jizz oozing out of her.

[00:33:58] SPLORT! A sudden GUSH of backed-up cum SPURTS from Sarah's hole, SPLATTERING obscenely against the camera lens. Brandon CACKLES with glee.

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: Video Review - Serious Concerns

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

After reviewing the disturbing footage you provided, it is clear that the situation at Franklin High has spiraled far beyond what any of us could have anticipated. The conduct of Brandon Matthews is not only a gross violation of school policy, but potentially criminal in nature.

I must advise you to take an immediate leave of absence from your "student" role. Your physical and emotional well-being, as well as your safety, are of utmost importance. Please do not return to campus under any circumstances.

I have reached out to Principal Harris for more information about your arrangement, without disclosing the details of Brandon's actions. Please see his response below, which I find troubling in its own right:

- Forwarded message -
From:principal.
To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: "Jenny Williams" Enrollment

Hey Elle,

Thanks for reaching out about the Jensen situation. Always happy to keep you in the loop - maybe we can discuss more over a round this weekend? The back nine's calling my name!

So, about Sarah Jensen and her little "undercover mom" act. Between you and me, it's been a real headache. These helicopter moms, I swear - they think they can solve all their kids' problems by hovering 24/7. Doesn't exactly build character, you know?

We figured letting her play student would show her how unnecessary all the fuss is. Plus, it's been a bit of a morale booster for some of the staff, if you catch my drift. Nothing untoward, of course, but you can't blame a guy for looking!

As for her son Tyler, well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Kid's been having some trouble with bullies, but between you and me, I think it's more about the lack of a strong male role model. These single moms, they mean well, but boys need a firm hand sometimes.

Anyway, I've attached an email from our janitor about some... interesting findings in the AV room. I'm not jumping to conclusions, but it does raise some eyebrows.

Let me know if you need anything else. Looking forward to our next tee time!

Best,
Marv

- Forwarded message -
From:janitor.
To:principal.
Subject: AV Room Incident Report

Mr. Harris,

As per protocol, I'm writing to report an unusual mess discovered in the AV room during my evening rounds. Here's a breakdown of what I found:

1. Multiple desks out of alignment
2. Papers scattered across the floor
3. Unidentified stains on the carpet (used industrial degreaser to remove)
4. One navy uniform button
5. A single black pump shoe (women's size 7)
6. Torn stocking (flesh-colored, likely nylon)
7. Purple hair tie
8. Missing tripod (inventory #AV-237)

The hair tie matches one I've seen on that new "student," Mrs. Jensen. Not making accusations, just noting the similarity.

Had to break out the heavy-duty cleaning supplies for this one. Whatever went down in there, it was a doozy. Reminded me of prom night cleanups, if you know what I mean.

Let me know if you need me to file a formal incident report.

- Frank

- End forwarded message -

Mrs. Jensen, while I cannot condone Principal Harris's dismissive attitude, I do think it best that you remove yourself from the campus environment for now. My office is launching a full investigation into the practices at Franklin High, and we will be in touch regarding next steps.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you need any support during this time. I cannot imagine how traumatic this experience has been for you.

Take care,

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Video Review - Serious Concerns

Dear Dr. Walker,

I understand your concerns, and I'm mortified by the entire situation. However, I'm afraid I can't simply walk away. Brandon has made it clear that he will release the footage if I don't comply with his demands. Please see his latest email below:

- Forwarded message -
From:brandon.

Subject: where u at mommy?

yo mrs j

havent seen u around school lately. hope ur not thinkin of ghosting me lol. cuz that would be a real shame... especially for tyler. speaking of, how's his eye? heard he had a little "accident" in gym class today. shame i wasnt there to watch his back :(

anyway, u better show up tmrw. no panties, meet me in boys locker room b4 PE. need to blow off some steam, if u know what i mean ;)

oh and if ur thinkin of staying away... well, i got some rly interesting footage from our last "study session" that im sure the whole school would love to see. ur choice, mommy.

don't keep me waiting

-B

p.s. bring those fat tits. they're basically school property now lmao

- End forwarded message -

Dr. Walker, I know this looks bad, but I truly believe I can reason with Brandon. If I could just talk to him, appeal to his better nature... Maybe I could even find out who his parents are and speak with them? I'm sure they'd be horrified by their son's behavior.

I know you advised me to stay away, but I stayed home yesterday and look what happened to Tyler. I can't let my son suffer because of my mistakes. I have to try to make this right.

I promise I'll be careful. I'll update you if anything further happens. I just need a little more time to sort this out. Maybe if I show Brandon some kindness and understanding, he'll realize the error of his ways?

I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I only wanted to protect my son. Please trust that I have Tyler's best interests at heart.

Sincerely,
Sarah

P.S. Do you by any chance have contact information for Brandon's family? It might help to approach this from a different angle.

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: Video Review - Serious Concerns

Mrs. Jensen,

I cannot stress this enough: DO NOT GO TO THE SCHOOL. Do not attempt to reason with Brandon Matthews. This is not a situation you can resolve through kindness or understanding. Brandon is manipulating and exploiting you.

Your safety and well-being are paramount. We are taking steps to address the situation with Brandon, but you must remove yourself entirely. Your presence will only escalate matters.

Regarding Brandon's background: His father is currently incarcerated, and he lives with his grandparents. We do not have contact information for his family on file. This information is confidential and should not be shared.

Please, Mrs. Jensen, for your own safety and for Tyler's sake, stay away from the school. We will handle this through proper channels.

If Brandon contacts you again, do not respond. Forward any messages directly to me.

Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE: This email contains privileged and confidential information intended only for the use of the addressee above.

---

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Urgent Update - Please Help

Dr. Walker,

I'm so ashamed. I know you told me not to go, but I thought I could reason with Brandon. I was wrong. So, so wrong. I've made everything worse.

Please see Brandon's latest email below. I'm attaching the video file he mentions, though I can't bring myself to watch it.

- Forwarded message -
From:brandon.

Subject: good girl ;)

yo mommy

gotta say, ur really stepping up ur game. that thing in the shower? fucking wild. didn't know u had it in u (well, besides my dick lmao)

anyway, here's the deal. ur gonna keep being a good little fucktoy for me. no more bitching about it. u saw how quick i can make ty's life hell, right?

new rules:
1. no panties. ever. i wanna be able to finger u whenever i want
2. wear the vibe. u know the one. i'll control it, obv
3. tits out more. those buttons better be straining
4. meet me every day after school. i got plans for that phat ass

oh and don't forget - i got the new vid from today. locker room's got great lighting, btw. be a shame if it leaked ;)

see u tmrw, slut

-B

p.s. how's that throat feeling? little sore? lololol

- End forwarded message -

Dr. Walker, I don't know what to do anymore. Tyler won't even look at me, at home or school. Maybe it's for the best. At least this way, he doesn't have to see his mother... being used.

The vibrator is the worst part. I can barely walk straight, and the constant buzzing... I try to hurry between classes, but the skirt hardly covers anything. And Brandon loves to trigger it at the worst moments.

I know I've made a terrible mess of things. But please, I need more time. Maybe if I can just get through to Brandon, make him see reason...

I'm so sorry for all of this. I never meant for any of it to happen.

Desperately,
Sarah

P.S. Is there any way to get the contact info for Brandon's grandparents? I really think if I could just talk to them...

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[VIDEO TRANSCRIPT: LockerRoom_ 4 - 00:00:00]

[00:00:00] Sarah's back is to the camera, hands splayed on a locker door. Her blouse is untucked, skirt hiked up. Brandon stands behind her, one hand gripping her hip.

[00:00:03] Brandon (low voice): "Saw you squirming in class today. Bet that vibe had you dripping all day, didn't it?"

[00:00:06] Sarah (whispering): "Brandon, please. We can't do this here. Someone might see..."

[00:00:09] Brandon's hand slides under Sarah's skirt. Her hips jerk. "Shh. Just keep quiet and it'll be fine."

[00:00:12] Indistinct chatter and footsteps as students pass by in the background. Sarah bites her lip, face flushed.

[00:00:15] Brandon (chuckling): "Ty was in a real shit mood today. Probably 'cause he knows his mom's my personal fucktoy now."

[00:00:18] Sarah (gasping): "No! You can't tell him! Please, he can't know about this!"

[00:00:21] Brandon's hand moves rhythmically under Sarah's skirt. Wet sounds are faintly audible. "Damn, you're fucking soaked."

[00:00:24] Sarah's thighs tremble. Her knuckles are white from gripping the locker. "Brandon, listen. You're a bright young man. We can talk about this..."

[00:00:27] Brandon barks a laugh. "Sure, let's talk." His other hand gropes her breast roughly. "I'm thinking you should start wearing even sluttier stuff. Really show off the goods."

[00:00:30] Sarah shakes her head frantically, ponytail swishing. "I can't! It's already so humiliating, walking around like this..."

[00:00:33] Brandon leans in, mouth beside her ear. "Ooh, like at the PTA meeting? Where I had you squirming in your seat the whole time? That was hilarious."

[00:00:36] Sarah's face crumples. A tear slips down her cheek. "Please. What if... What if your grandmother found out about this? Surely she raised you better..."

[00:00:39] Brandon's eyes narrow. "The fuck did you say? You been snooping in my business?" His hand tightens on her hip.

[00:00:42] Sarah (quickly): "No! No, I just... I thought maybe if I could talk to her..."

[00:00:45] Brandon SLAPS her ass hard. The CRACK is loud in the empty locker room. Sarah yelps. "Fuck that. Gran's half-deaf anyway. And if you try going behind my back again..."

[00:00:48] Sarah nods quickly, lower lip trembling. "I won't! I'm sorry! I just thought..."

[00:00:51] Brandon's expression turns cruel. "You thought wrong. Now shut up and spread that cunt."

[00:00:54] Shakily, Sarah reaches back and pulls apart her ass cheeks. The wet, swollen lips of her pussy are just barely visible.

[00:00:57] Brandon takes his cock out. It's hugely erect, nearly purple. He slaps it against Sarah's ass a few times.

[00:01:00] Brandon (grunting): "Mmm yeah. Beg me for it, mommy. Beg me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in."

[00:01:03] Sarah (voice breaking): "Please... Please fuck me, Brandon. I need it. I'll do anything..."

[00:01:06] Brandon notches his cockhead against Sarah's dripping opening. He pushes forward slightly, her engorged lips spreading around him obscenely.

[00:01:09] Sarah's mouth drops open. Her eyes flutter shut. "Oh god... Oh fuck, you're so big..."

[00:01:12] Brandon (groaning): "Biggest you've ever had, right? No wonder your kid's such a pussy, with a dad who couldn't satisfy you."

[00:01:15] Sarah just whimpers, head falling forward. Her blouse starts to slip off one shoulder.

[00:01:18] Slowly, Brandon sinks into Sarah's upturned pussy. SCHLORP SCHLORP SQUELCH - the wet sounds of penetration are clearly audible.

[00:01:21] Sarah (muffled moan): "Hnnnngh... fffuck..." Her legs tremble violently. Brandon grips her hips with both hands.

[00:01:24] Brandon bottoms out with a lewd SPLORTCH. His balls rest heavily against Sarah's swollen clit. "Goddamn. Knew you'd be ready for me."

[00:01:27] Sarah's back arches. Her blouse slips further, exposing the top of one lace-covered breast. The fabric strains over her chest.

[00:01:30] Brandon starts to move, pulling out until just the tip remains inside, then SLAMMING forward again. SMACK SMACK SMACK - his groin collides with Sarah's thick asscheeks.

[00:01:33] Sarah YELPS, then claps a hand over her mouth. Her huge tits BOUNCE with every thrust, blouse slipping lower.

[00:01:36] Brandon (panting): "Gonna fucking ruin this pussy. Wreck you for anyone else. You're MINE now, mommy. My personal fucksleeve."

[00:01:39] Sarah's eyes roll back in her head. Drool leaks from the corner of her mouth. Her nipples are stiff points against her bra.

[00:01:42] SQUISH SQUELCH SCHLORP - Sarah's pussy is noisily sopping wet, drenching Brandon's pistoning cock. The locker room reeks of sex.

[00:01:45] Brandon reaches up and RIPS Sarah's blouse open. PING PING PING - buttons fly everywhere. Her massive tits burst free, barely contained by a straining bra.

[00:01:48] Sarah (wailing): "Noooo! Brandon, don't - AAAAHHHH!" Her protest turns into a warbling moan as Brandon SLAMS into her cervix.

[00:01:51] Brandon grabs the cup of Sarah's bra and YANKS it down. Her giant, pale tit flops out, nipple hugely erect. He mauls the heavy flesh.

[00:01:54] Sarah's head thrashes side to side. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP - her tits swing wildly, smacking together lewdly. "Unnngh! Oh fuck! Oh god!"

[00:01:57] Brandon (growling): "Milk my cock, you dirty mommy-whore! Fucking TAKE IT! Gonna breed this pussy RAW!"

[00:02:00] Sarah SHRIEKS, spine locking up. Her cunt makes NASTY WET NOISES as it spasms wildly on Brandon's shaft. She's clearly cumming.

[00:02:03] Brandon ROARS, hips jackhammering brutally. Sarah's huge udders BOUNCE AND JIGGLE, slapping the locker with MEATY THWACKS.

[00:02:06] The camera angle shifts slightly. A red light starts blinking in the corner of the frame, indicating low battery.

[00:02:09] Sarah is almost SCREAMING now, voice echoing off the locker room walls. Her ass is bright red from Brandon's pounding, rippling with every impact.

[00:02:12] Brandon (chanting): "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! TAKE IT BITCH! FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD YOU FILTHY - "

[00:02:15] The video abruptly cuts off.

---

From:superintendent.

Subject: Fwd: Concerned about Mrs. Jensen - Inappropriate Teacher Emails
Mrs. Jensen,

I've received some very disturbing information from a concerned faculty member regarding your... situation. Please see the forwarded email thread below.

I must say, I'm absolutely appalled by the conduct described herein, both from Brandon and the teachers involved. This kind of harassment and exploitation is completely unacceptable.

If you feel comfortable, please provide any additional context or information you have about this incident. I want to ensure we have a full understanding as we determine next steps.

Regards,
Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

- Forwarded Message -
faculty.
To:superintendent.
Subject: Concerning Email Thread about Sarah Jensen

Dr. Walker,

I'm writing to you directly because I'm extremely uncomfortable with the way some of my colleagues are discussing Sarah Jensen's situation. Please see the attached email thread.

Not only is their language inappropriate and borderline harassing, but I'm deeply concerned about the apparent exploitation and lack of support Mrs. Jensen is receiving.

I felt you needed to be made aware of this. Let me know if you need any other information from me.

Sincerely,
Michelle Davis

[Attachment: FacultyThread_ ]

- Forwarded Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.
Subject: LMAO you won't believe what happened in 4th period

Guys,

Holy shit. You know that Jensen lady who's been sitting in on classes? The MILF with the huge tits? Well, I called her up to do a problem on the board, and I swear to god, she started CUMMING right there in front of everyone!

Like, full on knees-buckling, drool dripping, SQUIRTING all over the floor. It was un-fucking-real. Pretty sure the whole class got a eyeful of cooch too, with how short that skirt is.

I'm thinking she must've had a vibe in or something. No way a chick gets that worked up over trig functions.

Anyway, just thought I'd share. Funniest shit I've seen all semester.

- Mike

- Reply Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.

HAHAHAHA no fucking way! Man, I always miss the good stuff. Wish I could've seen the look on her kid's face. I have him 2nd period and he's such a little shit.

You get video? For uh... documentation purposes, of course.

- Jeff

- Reply Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.

You know it, bro. Grabbed the footage from the CCTV. Quality's not great, but you can definitely tell when she starts gushing, lmao.

[attachment: jensen_ 4]

Enjoy!

- Mike

- Reply Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.

Damn, boys... Y'all got me feeling left out over here! Shit, if I knew she was gonna put on a show like that, I would've had her demonstrate burpees for the class, get her tits really bouncing.

Woman's stacked like a brick shithouse. And you said her kid was there too? Savage, dude.

- Coach

- Reply Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.

Okay, I know we're all having a laugh, but can we maybe cool it with the "MILF" stuff? And the video? Idk, feels a little sketch.

I mean, don't get me wrong, it's objectively hilarious. And god knows her poor kid probably deserves a little humbling. But we're still talking about a student's mom here...

- Amy

- Reply Message -
faculty.
To:franklin_faculty distrolist.

Lighten up, Ames. It's not like she's a real student. And trust me, any kid who acts like her brat could use a slice of humble pie.

Besides, with the way she prances around in that uniform? She's basically asking for it. Probably gets off on the attention.

- Jeff

- End Forwarded Message -

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Fwd: Concerned about Mrs. Jensen - Inappropriate Teacher Emails

Dr. Walker,

I'm absolutely mortified. I can't believe the teachers are talking about me like that, passing around videos... Oh god, the video. The whole school is going to see me... see me...

I'm sorry, I'm just so embarrassed, I'm having trouble even typing this. But you need to know the full story.

Brandon, he... he made me wear a vibrator. In class. Controlled it remotely. When Mr. Johnson called me up to do that problem, Brandon, he... he turned it on full blast.

I tried to hold it together, I really did. But it was so intense, I just... I couldn't help it. I completely lost control. Collapsed against the chalkboard, twitching and... and cumming in front of everyone.

My breasts, god... I could feel them smearing on the board, my... my nipples dragging... And the noises I made, they must've been so lewd...

I honest to god squirted, Dr. Walker. Right there in the middle of class. In front of my SON. He saw the whole thing, saw his mom orgasming like a... like a bitch in heat...

Tyler, he... he won't even look at me now. I've tried to explain, to apologize, but... How do you come back from that? How do you face your child after something like that?

And now there's VIDEO. The whole school is probably laughing at me, calling me a MILF, a slut... And god, the things they're saying about Tyler...

Please Dr. Walker, I'm BEGGING you... You have to do something. This can't go on. I'll do anything, ANYTHING to make this stop. Please...

I'm so sorry... I'm just... I'm so ashamed...

Sarah

Sent from my iPhone

---

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Situation Update - Please Help

Dr. Walker,

I'm writing to update you on my... situation with Brandon. I'm worried things have spiraled completely out of control. He's become increasingly bold, using me wherever and whenever he pleases. It's utterly humiliating, but I feel powerless to stop it.

Over the past week, he's cornered me in various locations around the school:

November 3rd - Stairwell between 2nd and 3rd floor. Brandon pulled me aside between classes, shoving me against the wall. He hiked up my skirt and... took me right there. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as students passed by just feet away.

November 5th - Empty classroom during lunch. Brandon bent me over a desk, my breasts SMASHING against the surface. The SLAPPING sounds were so loud, I was terrified someone would hear.

November 7th - Dark hallway near the gym. Brandon lifted me up, my legs dangling as he... used me. My back was pressed against the lockers, and I could feel my body JIGGLING with each thrust. A group of students walked by, laughing and chatting, completely oblivious.

Each time, Brandon taunts me about being a "bad mom" and how much better off Tyler is now that he's not being bullied. It's true that Tyler seems to be doing better socially, even sitting with the "cool kids" at lunch. But he still won't look at me or speak to me at home.

I'm attaching a log of text messages from Brandon, documenting these encounters and more. It's mortifying to share, but I feel you need the full picture.

I don't know what to do, Dr. Walker. I'm glad Tyler is being left alone, but the cost... I feel like I'm paying for his happiness with my body. And the way Brandon's friends look at me now, like I'm their property...

Please, I need your help. I don't know how much longer I can endure this.

Desperately,
Sarah

[Attachment: brandon_ ]

Attachment contents:

November 3
[7:46am]
B: rise and shine, milf mom. ready for today's lesson?
S: Good morning, Brandon. Yes, I'm getting ready for school now.
B: no panties. remembered not to wear them like a good mommy, rite?
S: ... Yes. As per your... instructions. Let's just focus on school today, okay Brandon?
B: lmao bet. better see u dripping when i check later

[10:23am]
B: yo meet me the 2nd floor stairwell in 5
S: Brandon, I have class right now. Can't this wait?
B: nah. get ur ass over here. now.
S: *sigh* Fine. But please be quick.

[10:45am]
B: damn mommy, u got some pipes on u. nearly busted us with those moans lmfao
S: Brandon, please. That was so risky. We can't do that again.
B: stfu we'll do whatever i want. btw ur ass jiggle game is

[12:15pm]
B: lunch plans?
S: I was going to eat in the cafeteria...
B: nah. meet me behind the gym. bring those fat tits
S: Brandon, please. I need to eat...
B: u can eat my dick lmaooooo

[2:34pm]
B: yo peep this meme
[Image: Distracted Boyfriend meme with "Tyler" labeled as the boyfriend, "Having a normal mom" as the girlfriend, and "Having a MILF slut for a mom" as the other woman]
S: Brandon! That's incredibly inappropriate!
B: lmaooo u know its true tho. bet ty wishes he had a normal mom instead of a cock hungry slut
S: Please stop. This isn't funny.
B: ur right its fkn hilarious

[4:56pm]
B: good girl today mommy. maybe ill let u wear panties tmrw if ur extra nice
S: ... Thank you, Brandon. I'll see you tomorrow.
B: night night, don't let the bed bugs bite that fat ass

November 4
[6:30am]
B: rise and shine bitch mommy
S: Good morning, Brandon. Please don't call me that.
B: lmao whatever. just checkin ur still alive after i rearranged ur guts yesterday
S: I'm fine, thank you. Let's just have a normal school day today, okay?
B: nah fuck that. i got plans for u

[9:17am]
B: yo what answer did u get for #7 on the math hw
S: Brandon, that would be cheating. You need to do your own work.
B: stfu and give me the answer or ill make u solve it on the board with the vibe on full blast
S: ... The answer is 37.5. Please don't make me do that again.
B: good mommy. knew u'd come thru

[11:42am]
B: lunch plans?
S: I'm eating with some of the other mo- I mean, students today.
B: nah. meet me in the janitorial closet on the 3rd floor
S: Brandon, please. I need some time to myself.
B: time to urself? u mean time to finger that sloppy pussy thinking bout me? lmaooo
S: That's not what I meant and you know it.
B: whatever. be there or ill tell ty all about how his mommy loves to guzzle teenage cum

[2:03pm]
B: yo peep how uncomfy ty looks rn
[Image: Blurry photo of Tyler sitting at a lunch table, looking visibly uncomfortable]
S: Please leave him alone, Brandon. You promised.
B: chill, im not doing shit. he just knows his place now
S: As long as you're not hurting him...
B: nah, ur taking all the punishment for him like a good mommy slut

[3:45pm]
B: hey u busy?
S: I'm in class, Brandon. What do you need?
B: need u to take those fat tits out and send me a pic
S: Absolutely not! I'm in the middle of history class!
B: do it or ill come over there and do it myself
S: ... Fine. Give me a minute.
[Image: A poorly angled, blurry photo of cleavage peeking out from a partially unbuttoned blouse]
B: weak. do better next time or ur gonna get punished

[5:12pm]
B: good work today mommy. maybe ill let u cum tmrw if ur extra good
S: ... Sigh

November 5
[7:15am]
B: wakey wakey eggs and bakey
S: Good morning, Brandon.
B: u better have those tits looking extra perky today. got plans for em
S: I'll... do my best. See you at school.

[9:43am]
B: yo meet me in room 205 during lunch
S: That room is usually locked...
B: got the key from the janitor. be there or else
S: *sigh* Alright. I'll be there.

[12:07pm]
B: damn mommy, u really popped off in there
S: Brandon, please. That was so humiliating. My breasts are still sore...
B: good. every time they ache itll remind u who owns ur fat ass
S: ... Is that all?
B: nah. wear a thong tmrw. wanna see that dumptruck in all its glory

[2:31pm]
B: yo peep ty's face rn
[Image: Tyler laughing with a group of "cool" kids]
B: dudes living his best life while his moms getting railed on the daily lmaooo
S: I'm... glad he's doing better socially. Thank you for leaving him alone.
B: np. ur taking all his punishment like a champ

[4:02pm]
B: hey u got any snacks?
S: ... Are you asking me to bring you food?
B: ye im hungry af. bring some chips to the bleachers
S: Brandon, I'm not your personal chef.
B: nah ur my personal everything. now hop to it bitch mommy
S: ... Fine. I'll be there in 10 minutes.

[5:23pm]
B: good girl today mommy. maybe ill let u wear a bra tmrw if ur extra obedient
S: ... Thank you, Brandon. Goodnight.
B: night night, don't let the bed bugs bite that juicy cunt

November 6
[6:58am]
B: rise and shine cum dumpster
S: Good morning, Brandon. Please don't call me that.
B: lmao whatever. just make sure those tits are extra bouncy today
S: ... I'll see you at school.

[10:12am]
B: yo meet me behind the gym after 2nd period
S: Brandon, I have a test next period. I can't miss it.
B: ur gonna miss it unless u want me to start bullying ty again
S: ... Fine. I'll be there.

[11:37am]
B: damn mommy, u really know how to work those dick sucking lips
S: Please, Brandon. Not now. I'm trying to focus on class.
B: lmao bet. just dont start drooling thinking bout my fat cock
S: ... I'll see you later.

[1:54pm]
B: yo check this out
[Image: A crude drawing of stick figure with exaggerated breasts labeled "Ty's mom"]
B: lmfao some freshman drew this. ur famous
S: Oh god... Please tell me you're joking.
B: nah its all over the bathroom walls. u should feel honored
S: This isn't funny, Brandon. Please stop.
B: stfu its hilarious. maybe ill have em make t-shirts next

[3:21pm]
B: hey u busy?
S: I'm in PE class, Brandon. What do you want?
B: need u to "accidentally" flash ur tits during jumping jacks
S: Absolutely not! That's going too far!
B: do it or ill tell coach about ur little "hobby"
S: ... Fine. But this is the last time.
B: lmao sure jan. just make it look good

[5:01pm]
B: good work today mommy. those tits looked primo bouncing around
S: ... Thank you, Brandon. Can I go home now?
B: ye but no cumming without permission. ill know if u do
S: ... Understood. Goodnight, Brandon.
B: night night, don't let the bed bugs bite those thicc thighs

November 7
[7:22am]
B: wakey wakey hands off snakey
S: Good morning, Brandon.
B: lmao u better not have been touching urself. thats my property
S: ... I didn't. I'll see you at school.

[9:56am]
B: yo meet me in the east hallway in 5
S: Brandon, there are classes going on. Someone might see.
B: dgaf. get ur ass over here now
S: ... On my way.

[10:43am]
B: damn mommy, u really know how to take a pounding
S: Please, Brandon. Not here. Someone could read these...
B: stfu u love it. bet ur still dripping rn
S: ... I need to get back to class.

[12:27pm]
B: lunch plans?
S: I was hoping to eat alone today...
B: nah. meet me under the bleachers
S: Brandon, please. I'm exhausted.
B: dont care. be there or ill start spreading those pics i took
S: ... Fine. I'll be there in 10.

[2:09pm]
B: yo peep this meme
[Image: Drake "Hotline Bling" meme. Top panel: "Having a normal mom"; Bottom panel: "Having a MILF cumslut for a mom"]
S: ... That's not very nice, Brandon.
B: lmao ur learning! and u know its true. bet ty wishes he had a normal mom instead of a cock hungry slut
S: I suppose you're right... Though I wish you wouldn't say it like that.
B: thatta girl. ur finally getting it

[3:38pm]
B: hey u see this?
[Video: Shaky cell phone footage of Sarah in PE class]

Video contents:

[Video Transcript: sarah_PE_ 4]
[00:00] Camera pans to Sarah jogging on the track, bloomers riding up her thick thighs. Her FAT PUSSY LIPS are clearly visible, camel toe on full display.

[00:06] Camera zooms in on Sarah's HEAVING TITS, BOUNCING WILDLY with each step. They STRAIN against her sweat-soaked t-shirt, nipples practically TEARING through the fabric.

[00:12] Brendan (off-camera): "C'mon Sarah, put those MOMMY MILKERS to work! Pump those legs!"

[00:18] Sarah pants heavily, face FLUSHED, as her MASSIVE UDDERS JIGGLEand FLOP. They SMACK together obscenely, nearly hitting her in the face.

[00:24] Camera pans down to Sarah's JIGGLING ASS, barely contained by the thin bloomers. They ride up with each stride, exposing the bottom of her FLESHY GLOBES.

[00:30] Coach (off-camera): "Let's go ladies! Push it! I wanna see some hustle!"

[00:36] Sarah stumbles, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her GIANT TITS SWAY dangerously, almost POPPING FREE.

[00:42] Camera cuts to Sarah doing stretches, bent over at the waist. Her PHAT ASS is on full display, bloomers WEDGED between her cheeks.

[00:48] Brendan zooms in on the damp patch spreading at the crotch of Sarah's bloomers. "Damn Sarah, you SOAKED through already? What a PERVERTED MILF!"

[00:54] Sarah flushes even redder, trying to tug her t-shirt down to cover her exposed midsection. "It's just sweat! It's hot out here..."

[01:00] Brendan: "Sure it is. Bet your THROBBING CLIT is just begging for attention in those slutty shorts."

[01:06] Sarah huffs and puffs, trying to complete her stretches. Her ENGORGED NIPPLES poke through the thin fabric like ERASERS.

[01:12] Suddenly Sarah pitches forward, landing face-first on the track. Her ASS JUTS UP, bloomers RIDING into her CRACK.

[01:18] Brendan CACKLES, camera shaking. "TIMBER! Looks like those SAGGY UDDERS threw off your balance!"

[01:24] Sarah tries to push herself up, but her HEAVY TITS DRAG on the ground. She flops pathetically, like a beached whale.

[01:30] Brendan approaches, camera angled down at Sarah's upturned ass. He gives it a SLAP, making the THICK FLESH JIGGLE.

[01:36] Brendan (growling): "Fuck, I can't take it. Gotta put this MILF BOOTY to use, right now."

[01:42] Camera cuts to under bleachers. Brendan has one hand down the back of Sarah's bloomers, GROPING her MEATY CHEEKS.

[01:48] Sarah (panting): "Brendan, please... We can't! Someone will see!"

[01:54] Brendan YANKS the bloomers to the side. Sarah's PUFFY PUSSY LIPS come into view, SLICK with arousal.

[02:00] Brendan: "Like you care, you COCK-CRAVING MOMMY SLUT. I can SMELL how bad you need it."

[02:06] Brendan takes out his HUGE COCK, already ROCK HARD. He SLAPS it against Sarah's QUIVERING ASS MEAT.

[02:12] Sarah (whimpering): "At least... At least use a condom... It's a risky day... I could get pregnant..."

[02:18] Brendan SCOFFS, grinding his THICK COCK between Sarah's SLICK CHEEKS. "Fuck that. I only RAW-DOG MILF SLUTS. You should be on the pill if you're gonna be such a COCK-HUNGRY MOMMY WHORE."

[02:24] Brendan FLIPS Sarah onto her back, shoving her bloomers aside. Her PUFFY CUNT LIPS are SWOLLEN and GLISTENING, practically BEGGING to be filled.

[02:30] Brendan LOOMS over Sarah, settling between her trembling thighs. "Gonna BREED this RIPE MILF PUSSY."

[02:36] Sarah shakes her head frantically, tits JIGGLING. "No, please... I can't... I'll get pregnant..."

[02:42] Brendan PINS Sarah's wrists above her head. He NOTCHES his FAT COCKHEAD between her SLICK FOLDS, teasing her entrance. "Should've thought of that before you agreed to become my PERSONAL FUCK-TOILET."

[02:48] Sarah WHIMPERS PATHETICALLY, back arching, as Brendan slowly SINKS his massive shaft into her MOLTEN CUNT. Her pussy GRIPS him like a VELVET VICE.

[02:54] Brendan (groaning): "Fuuuuck... So fucking TIGHT... This JUICY MOMMY HOLE was made for my cock..."

[03:00] Sarah throws her head back, eyes rolling in her skull, as Brendan BOTTOMS OUT inside her. His HEAVY BALLS come to rest against her TAINT with an obscene SPLAT.

[03:06] Brendan starts to THRUST lazily, SAWING his MEATY POLE in and out of Sarah's RIPENED QUIM. Her cunt makes LEWD SQUELCHING NOISES, CREAM frothing around his pistoning shaft.

[03:12] Sarah (babbling): "Haaahh... Hnnngh... Too big... Too deep..."

[03:18] Brendan SLAMS forward, CRUSHING Sarah's HUGE MILKY TITS against his chest. He POUNDS her into the grass, skin SLAPPING LEWDLY as he TAKES HIS PLEASURE from her thick MILF body.

[03:24] Sarah's legs FLAIL WEAKLY on either side of Brendan's jackhammering hips. Her feet SWING IN THE AIR with each brutal, balls-deep STROKE.

[03:30] Brendan (snarling): "That's right, take it you MOMMY SLUT! Milk my cock with your STRETCHED-OUT CUNT! You're such a perfect COCK-SLEEVE!"

[03:36] Brendan MAULS Sarah's GIANT PALE TITS, groping the sweaty flesh, TWEAKING her FAT NIPPLES. They LEAK MILK, leaving wet spots on her straining shirt.

[03:42] SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT - Brendan's bloated nutsack SMACKS against Sarah's JIGGLING ASS with each SAVAGE THRUST. Her plump rear RIPPLES like jello, BOUNCING OFF THE GROUND.

[03:48] Sarah (keening): "Cumming! Cumming! Can't stop cumming! Nooooo!"

[03:54] Sarah's eyes CROSS as she is FORCED TO ORGASM on her son's bully's cock. Her cunt SPASMS wildly, SQUIRTING around his sawing shaft. LIQUID AROUSAL spatters Brendan's pumping crotch.

[04:00] Brendan (laughing cruelly): "Of course you are, you PATHETIC MOMMY WHORE! Cumming like a BITCH IN HEAT! Bet you NEED my cum, don't you? BEG FOR IT!"

[04:06] Sarah (sobbing): "Please... n- not- gunna- do that..."

[04:12] Brendan's hips PISTON FRANTICALLY, DRILLING Sarah into the ground. Her body JERKS and SPASMS, limp and pliant, HUGE TITS BOUNCING CRAZILY.

[04:18] Brendan (roaring): "FUCK!"

[04:24] Brendan SLAMS forward one last time, BURYING HIMSELF TO THE HILT in Sarah's clutching pussy. His SWOLLEN BALLS visibly CLENCH and PULSE against her taint.

[04:30] Sarah's eyes CROSS, tongue hanging out, drool connecting it to her chin as her body SPASMS uncontrollably. Her pussy makes LOUD, WET, SQUELCHING sounds, a frothy mix of cum and girlsquirt.

[04:36] Brendan (groaning): "Fuuuuck yessss... Gonna knock you up SO DEEP! Ty's gonna have a baby brother, mommy slut!"

[04:42] Sarah BABBLES INCOHERENTLY, entire body shaking and flushed, thighs quivering around Brendan's pistoning hips. "Nuuuh... Nuuuh baybee... I'm... Tywers... Muh-muh-mommy..."

[04:48] With a NASTY WET PLOP, Brendan pulls out. A THICK, HEAVY RIVER of pearly jizz SPLORTS from Sarah's GAPING, TWITCHING hole. Her swollen lips FLUTTER around the creamy ooze.

[04:54] Brendan (grinning): "Stupid fuckin' mommy. So drugged on cum you can barely talk!" He SLAPS her pussy, making her SHRIEK. Globs of spunk fly everywhere.

[05:00] Brendan lines his cock up again, rubbing his slimy tip through the FROTHY MESS of Sarah's cunt. "Let's put another one in you. Really seal the deal."

[05:06] Sarah (shrill): "Noooo! Nuuuuh muh cum! I'm sawwy Tywer! Mommy's sawwy!"

[05:12] Brendan PLUNGES back inside Sarah's sloppy hole with a SONOROUS SQUELCH. He starts RUTTING into her again, HEAVY BALLS swinging.

[05:18] Brendan: "Hear that Ty? Your mom's BEGGING to be my cumdump! She NEEDS to be BRED, like a BITCH!"

[05:24] Sarah is SOBBING HYSTERICALLY, clawing at the grass, huge tits jiggling with the force of Brendan's thrusts. Her pussy is making OBSCENE SLOSHING SOUNDS.

[05:30] Sarah (wailing): "I'm CUMMING! Cumming on bully cock! Can't stop! I'M SO SAWWY BABY! SAWWY I'M SUCH A MOMMY SLUT!"

[05:36] Sarah's eyes roll back, tongue lolling out, as her body convulses in yet another humiliating orgasm. Drool pours down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat.

[05:42] Brendan laughs cruelly, thrusting harder, faster. His huge balls slap against Sarah's upturned ass, red and chafed from the rough treatment.

[05:48] Brendan: "You hear that Ty? Your mom's a pathetic cumslut who can't stop orgasming! She's SORRY for being such a WHORE!"

[05:54] Sarah just babbles incoherently, eyes unfocused, cunt GUSHING around Brendan's sawing shaft. Her mind is clearly broken, fucked into a drooling mess.

[06:00] Brendan reaches down and RIPS Sarah's t-shirt up, over her head. Her MASSIVE, MILK-ENGORGED TITS spill free, bouncing lewdly.

[06:06] Sarah's udders SLAP together with each thrust, LOUDLY CLAPPING, spraying droplets of sweat and milk. They leave shiny streaks on Brendan's chest.

[06:12] Brendan buries his face between Sarah's jiggling jugs, motorboating the sweaty flesh. He SUCKLES her fat nipples, making her SHRIEK.

[06:18] Brendan (slurping): "Mmmm fuck mommy, your big fucking cow tits taste so good! Gonna milk these fat udders every day!"

[06:24] Sarah WAILS PATHETICALLY, back arching, shoving more titty-meat into Brendan's hungry mouth. Her pussy SQUELCHES obscenely around his cock.

[06:30] Brendan raises his head, lips shiny with spit and milk. He grabs Sarah's face and KISSES HER ROUGHLY, shoving his tongue down her throat.

[06:36] Sarah KISSES BACK DESPERATELY, sucking on Brendan's tongue like a whore. Drool leaks from the seal of their lips, dripping down her chin.

[06:42] Brendan breaks the kiss and grins into the camera. "You see that Ty? Your mom's totally INTO it now! She NEEDS this dick!"

[06:48] Brendan: "Don't worry though, I'll take GOOD care of her. Might even be your stepdad soon!" He winks, then turns back to Sarah.

[06:54] Sarah's long legs come up and WRAP AROUND Brendan's waist. Her ankles lock behind his back, pulling him DEEPER.

[07:00] Sarah (mindlessly): "Buh... Breed muh... Fuck uh baby in muh... I'm uh mommy sluh... Uh fuhkin mommy sluh..."

[07:06] SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP - Sarah's pussy is a SLOPPY MESS, noisily CHURNING the load Brendan already dumped inside her.

[07:12] Brendan SLAMS forward, CRUSHING Sarah's milk-bloated tits. His hips STUTTER, jerking erratically, as his orgasm hits.

[07:18] Sarah MOANS WHORISHLY, legs squeezing Brendan tight, as she feels his cum FLOODING her insides again. Her eyes flutter rapidly, rolling back.

[07:24] PULSE. PULSE. PULSE. Brendan's swinging ball-sack TWITCHES visibly, each contraction sending another THICK ROPE of jizz into Sarah's greedy cunt.

[07:30] A BACKFLOW of cum SPURTS from Sarah's plugged hole, SPLATTERING obscenely. The pearly cream is TINTED YELLOW, clotted with the sheer volume.

[07:36] Sarah makes a low, animal sound, hips grinding up against Brendan's. Her body is wracked with shudders, aftershocks of twisted pleasure.

[07:42] Finally, with a satisfied grunt, Brendan pulls out. A GEYSER of THICK SPLOOGE follows, painting Sarah's thighs and belly.

[07:48] The camera cuts forward. Sarah lays SPREAD-EAGLED on the grass, glassy-eyed, vacant. Her t-shirt is bunched above her huge tits, still heaving.

[07:54] Between Sarah's splayed legs, her ABUSED CUNT is a RAVAGED MESS. It TWITCHES SPASTICALLY, OOZING FROTHY CUM with each flutter.

[08:00] The camera ZOOMS IN on the STEADY LEAK of jizz from Sarah's gaping hole. It POOLS on the ground, forming a STICKY, YELLOWED PUDDLE.

[08:06] Sarah shows no signs of moving, seemingly content to just lay there, DRIPPING WITH BABY BATTER.

[08:12] Video ends.

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: Urgent - Legal Action and Required Statements

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

I hope this email finds you well. I'm deeply concerned about the video and text logs you sent. Your safety and well-being are our top priority.

Our legal team has prepared the necessary documentation to pursue action against Brandon Matthews and those who enabled this situation. However, we require your signed statements to proceed.

Attached, you'll find several forms that need your immediate attention:

1. Affidavit of Sarah Jensen (Form LG-101)
2. Complaint against Brandon Matthews (Form CR-203)
3. Statement of Events (Form ST-405)
4. Witness List and Testimony Summaries (Form WL-506)
5. Consent for Release of Evidence (Form EV-708)

These documents cover the timeline of events from October to present, including:
- Your initial arrangement with Principal Harris
- Incidents with Brandon Matthews (AV room, stairwell, empty classroom, locker room, etc.)
- Inappropriate conduct by faculty members
- Any witnesses or additional evidence

Please review and sign these forms as soon as possible. Without your signed statements, we cannot proceed with any legal action.

I'm also attaching some concerning emails from Principal Harris that were brought to my attention by a whistleblower. These demonstrate a clear pattern of misconduct and negligence.

If you need any assistance or have questions about the forms, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Regards,
Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

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From:superintendent.

Subject: Re: URGENT FOLLOW-UP - Legal Action and Required Statements

Dear Mrs. Jensen,

I'm following up on my previous email regarding the legal documentation. We haven't received your signed forms yet, and I wanted to stress the importance of these documents.

Without your signed statements, we cannot move forward with any legal action against Brandon Matthews or disciplinary measures for the faculty involved. Your testimony is crucial in addressing this situation and preventing it from happening to anyone else.

I understand this may be difficult, but please remember that your cooperation is vital in holding those responsible accountable. If you're having trouble with the forms or need support, we can arrange for a victim advocate to assist you.

Please respond as soon as possible to let us know your intentions regarding the legal action. If we don't hear from you soon, we may have to close this case due to lack of victim cooperation.

Sincerely,
Dr. Eleanor Walker
District Superintendent
District 47 Schools

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To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: URGENT FOLLOW-UP - Legal Action and Required Statements

Dear Dr. Walker,

I apologize for my delayed response. I've been doing a lot of thinking about our situation.

First, I want to thank you for your concern and all your efforts to address this matter. I truly appreciate everything you've done.

However, after careful consideration, I've decided not to pursue any legal action at this time. I know this might be disappointing, but please let me explain.

When I came home the other day, Tyler was the happiest I've seen him in years. He actually hugged me and apologized for ignoring me lately. He said he realized that the reason he's being treated so well at school now is because I've "made friends with everyone." The way he said it... I think he knows more than he's letting on, but he seems... okay with it?

He's finally fitting in, Dr. Walker. He has friends. He's not being bullied anymore. He's smiling again. As a mother, seeing my son happy and thriving is all I've ever wanted. It's been about Tyler from day one.

I'm worried that any legal action would result in us having to move to another school district. Tyler's just started to bloom here - I can't uproot him now. It would devastate him.

As for my situation with Brandon and the other students... I think I may have misjudged things before. Brandon can be... intense, but he's not a bad kid. He's just misunderstood. I think with some guidance, he could really turn things around. And the other boys... well, they're just being typical teenagers, aren't they?

I know my behavior might seem... inappropriate. But if it means Tyler is happy and safe, I'm willing to make certain sacrifices. That's what being a mother is all about, isn't it? Putting your child's needs before your own?

I hope you can understand my position. I know it's not the resolution you were hoping for, but I truly believe this is what's best for Tyler. And isn't that what's most important?

Thank you again for all your help and understanding. I'm grateful to have someone like you looking out for us.

Sincerely,
Sarah

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From:brandon.
To:superintendent.
Subject: Re: Mrs J situation - over your head

Hey Super Nintendo,

I know you've been all up in Mrs. Jensen's business lately, trying to be some kinda hero. Well I got news for you - she don't need saving. In fact, she's pretty damn happy with the way things are now.

See, me and Mommy J, we got a little arrangement. I keep her boy Ty nice and safe, and she keeps my balls nice and empty. It's what you might call a win-win situation.

I know you seen them videos already, so you know what I'm talking about. But just in case you need a refresher, I attached a little clip of Mommy J doing what she does best - slobbering on my knob like it's her fucking job (and let's be real, it basically is at this point lmao).

You should see her now doc, she's come a long way from that first time in the AV room. Girl could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, no lie. And she fucking loves it too, always begging for another load down her throat.

So here's the deal - you're gonna back off and let me and Mrs. J do our thing. Ty's happy, I'm happy, and Mommy J's happy with a mouthful of my nut. Everyone wins.

Don't make me have to send these vids to the whole school board, feel me? Just take the L on this one and move on.

Peace out,
Brandon