Repeater

You wake up with Kimiko gently rocking your body against her, humming a soft lullaby you recognize from your childhood (the rough equivalent of "Hush, Little Baby"), her fingers running through your hair as she occasionally kisses your neck. Your own head is pressed into her shoulder. At some point during the night, you seem to have come out of her, and she's practically rocking you against her like an infant as she cuddles with you.

"Mom?" You mumble, half into her shoulder.

"Good morning, Nan-chan," Kimiko says, her voice sweet and gentle. She pauses for a moment. "Are you okay, Nan-chan?"

You wrap your arms around Kimiko in return, pressing your body against hers. Her breasts push against your body, your quickly-stiffening cock rubs along her pubic mound, and she squeak a bit in surprise. "I've never felt better," you tell her, earnestly.

She smiles, running her fingers through your hair gingerly. Then she gives a little laugh. "It's funny. Your father always gets up so early, for work or Mariko. It's nice to be able to just lie here with you."

"I'm glad to be here too," you say.

"You don't feel... odd, about this? Sleeping with your own mother, and I don't mean in the same bed. I don't want you to feel pressured to be or act a certain way with me, Nan-chan. I love you."

"I love you too, Kimiko," you say, pulling away from her a bit, gently caressing her cheek. She blushes. "I'm glad I was finally able to show you how much."

She smiles. "You are such a special little boy," she says, softly, running her fingers through your hair. She surprises you by pulling you into a kiss, a hard one, her tongue slithering along yours. Her hand runs down your body to your cock, testing it gently, running her fingers along it, and she hums into your mouth. She gently strokes it as you kiss, and you grind against her hand a bit, as her nipples harden with arousal. When she pulls back, she looks you dead in the eyes. "Are you good to go another round, Nan-chan? I know you really got yourself worked up last night, I don't want to push you too hard."

"I can go again," you say. "I do want to make sure I'm ready for school, though." You pause. "Perhaps in the bath would be better? Two things at once."

She smirks. "I think you may overestimate how easy it is to get clean in the bath... but okay, Nan-chan," she says, kissing your nose and disentangling herself from you. "I'll go get the water ready, you just rest for now," she says, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom. You lie there for a minute or two, before she calls you into the bathroom.

The tub's starting to fill with warm water, and she's already seated inside, gesturing for you to sit as well. She smiles as you take your seat. "Not too hot?" She asks, the water currently a few inches up and rising as you and Kimiko both find your place within it. The bathtub's fairly large, more a hot tub is square footage, though not as deep.

"The only thing that's too hot here is you," you tease, and she blushes, smiling.

"Then let me take care of you," she says, crawling forward in the tub towards your cock, her large breasts hanging low. She closes her eyes as she leans forward, mouth wrapping around your cockhead before she takes you all the way to the base in a single, long slow slurp, humming that same lullaby tune, sending erotic vibrations through your manhood.

You lean back, and she keeps up her hum, your dick fully enveloped by her tight throat. The feeling of the vibrations, combined with the innocent lyrics and implications, makes your cock throb in her tight throat. You run your fingers softly through her hair, sighing softly as she takes your dick. She pulls back, her hot breath tickling your dick as her tits splash through the water. Your hands reach down for her breasts, playing with her nipples, squeezing them, trying to milk them, and she sighs before slurping down your cock again, her eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at you.

"I love you," you breathe as she presses her nostrils against your pubes. "I'll always love you, even if I get married or have other girlfriends like Dad does," you tell her, groaning as she licks your balls. Her brow furrows a bit in your groin as she takes in that statement, but she doesn't try to pull off your cock, your fingers still groping and playing with her breasts. Finally, she slowly, languidly, pulls her head off your cock, twisting, tongue-slithering. A few drops of drool splatter out of her mouth into the water as she rises.

She examines your cock as the water slowly rises, now reaching up to your balls as you sit, legs folded, cock pointing up in the air. She glances up at you, tucking her hair behind her ear, and when she speaks, she's obviously aroused. "Don't worry, Nan-chan. Mommy supports you." Her fingers gently jerk you off. "It would probably help handle Yuriko for you to have another girlfriend you let her play with. That kind of thing would make her more willing to go along with you, to become yours, and if you're okay with it, then so am I." She smiles a little. "What sort of girl would you keep as a sex toy for your future wifey to play with?" She teases, before leaning forward and sucking you in again.

When she buries herself to the base, her nostrils are just above the waterline, and you shift a little to let her breathe easy. There's a certain flush to her cheeks, suggesting she's close to orgasm, so you just drag her past it with your fingers on her tits, making her moan and shake in the bath, sending a bit of splashing water as her thighs shake. "Probably large breasts," you tell her, "she'd have to be real submissive... somebody who'd be willing to please my wife just for her sake rather than mine," you grunt out, as she slurps your cock, still coming.

When she finishes her orgasm, she pulls off. "I hope you don't think of me like that?" She asks, slightly teasingly, but with a hint of real concern in her voice.

You laugh, trying to reassure her the worry's ridiculous. "You're incredibly sexy, and it'd be hot to fuck you and Yuriko at once - and I'm sure Yuriko would enjoy it too, a little oyakodon platter for her - but obviously you aren't going to be some submissive slut for her." She smiles and takes you back down into her throat, groaning a bit. You play with her breasts as she sucks you off, humming a little. "Does that thought make you hot?" You ask her. She gives you a look - your cock never leaving her throat - that suggests she's not sure exactly what you're referring to. "Of a threesome with me and my bride to be?"

She blushes a bit and slides off, jerking you off, panting, obviously pretty close to another orgasm as you keep playing with her tits. "I'd like to make sure Yuriko knows how to please you properly," she admits, smiling. "I'd hate for my special little boy to be left with a selfish girl who doesn't know how to please her man and only thinks about getting tongued by some pretty girl he's roped into it." Then she slurps you back to the base and promptly orgasms.

She sucks you off for several minutes, forcing you to gradually rise as the water level does, before it's finally turned off. By that point, it's up to her chin as she's on her hands and knees, you kneeling in the water, and you finally pull your cock out of her mouth. Her braid from earlier's been undone, as she breathes heavily, a little drool splashing out of her mouth as she recovers. "I'd like to give it to you properly, Mommy," you say, playing into her fantasies of dominance. She smiles and turns around, presenting her ass, as you turn off the water.

Her cunt's just above the water line, and she looks back at you over her shoulder as she wiggles her ass. "Go for it, Nan-chan. Mommy's sex is all for you." You slide your cock into her, and her eyelashes flutter, her breath heavy. "Mm, that's a good boy," she groans, her eyes lidding. "Fuck your Mommy for all she's worth," she half-orders, half-dares, and you lean into her, grasping her tits and starting to fuck her in earnest.

She works with you, pumping back against you, fucking you just as much as you're fucking her, even though she's on her hands and knees and you've got her tits in your hands. Her head turns to one side to kiss you, and you kiss her, your tongues playing against one another as you fuck your mother long and hard. She orgasms like that, several times, her moans into your mouth not stopping you from kissing her for a single second.

You want this to be as good for her as possible, and you know the tongue's an erogenous zone, so you're playing with her from three different points of pleasure, and she's clearly loving all three, by how bad she's orgasming. The soft splashing noises of her tits, your hands, your thighs and hers, pushing and working against the water, the way she moans into your mouth, the little wet noise of you fucking her cunt, it's an aural paradise. She comes over and over like that, practically gushing on your cock as she tries to squeeze you dry, before you finally let go, splashing a fresh load of cum into her hungry cunt with a groan into her mouth, provoking a sympathetic orgasm from your mother-girlfriend.

You pull back and pop off, and she soon turns her attention back to you, holding her hips above the waterline to keep your cum from dripping in and dirtying the water too much, running her hands along your chest and cheeks and hair to help get you clean. "Let Mommy take care of you," she half-breathes.

You lean back, letting her fingers do their work, grabbing and gathering soap and running it over you, her hands eager, exploratory, running along your body with a slightly prurient, lascivious bent to the motions, her eyes firmly set on yours as she works, making sure you're okay with everything she's doing. When she decides she's lathered you up enough, she runs warm water over your body, then slumps a bit at completion. "You should probably get out of the tub, I still have your load in me and when I wash out it's going to flow all over the place," she says, slightly teasingly.

As you clamber out of the tub and grab a towel, she flops down, sighing a bit as she starts to run water over her body. "Thanks, Kimiko," you say, as you dry yourself off.

"Anything for my special Nan-chan," she says, twisting the screw that closes the drain, and letting the water - with a slight watery trail of your cum - start to trail out. She grabs the showerhead type deal and turns back on the water, starting to wash herself. "Go on, get dressed and get ready for school," she says, waving you off.

You get dressed and depart shortly, heading out of her bedroom.

You find Mariko in the gym, and decide to grab your hoodie and head in after her, where she's currently listening to some love song as she runs on the treadmill. You go for the dumbbells, wanting to properly sweat up this thing, watching Mariko as she hums along to the music. She checks her watch several times, then on the sixth or so, turns it off and hops off. "Oh, hey, Nanashi," she says, taking a swig of her water bottle. "Planning on getting some exercise in yourself, I guess?"

You nod, putting down the dumbbells for a second, taking a brief break in your exercise routine. You roll your shoulders a bit. "You doing well?"

"Well as can be. Little antsy without your Dad around, you know." Her eyes drift over your body for a moment, then snap back up to your face. "How are things with you at school? Got a girlfriend yet?" She squints. "Sorry, did you mention it already? I remember there was somebody your mom was trying to set you up with, can't remember if you actually sealed the deal."

"The deal isn't quite sealed yet, no. She's more a work in progress."

"She's the lezzo, right?"

"Yeah." You pause for a moment, considering. "I've got a few other girls, though."

She smirks, raising her eyebrow. "I'll bet. Gonna be a real heartbreaker, huh?"

"I don't intend to be a heartbreaker."

She pauses. "So, what. You're gonna marry them all? Don't think that's exactly legal."

"Would you say Dad broke your heart?"

"No, he gave me a baby, let me live in his nice house, and treats me well." She pauses, tilting her head. "So you're going to have a few mistresses? Well, that's fine, I suppose," she says. "Tell me about them," she says, sitting down on the bench and taking a swig of water. "There's the lezzo, I know, and... how many more?"

"Five."

She snorts. "Five? That's a lot."

"They're all wonderful people," you tell her. "There's Terumi - don't tell Mom about her - she's an incredibly effusively sweet girl who's already texted me a dozen times this morning. I had to tell her not to text me before 7:30, since she's a morning girl. She's very, very nice. Lots of hearts in her texts, she's been making my school lunches for a while."

"Sounds nice," she says.

"Then there's Sumiko, she's a warrior of a woman, taller than me by a good inch, but she's incredibly loyal. A couple older women who I probably shouldn't name, both married mothers who haven't quite formally broken things off with their husband. Interesting contrasts - one's sweet and uncertain, the other affectionate and tightly wound. The sweet one's daughter is also a girlfriend."

"A nice oyakodon dish, huh?"

"Maybe. I think I might like her the best. The daughter, I mean. Her or Terumi. She certainly is extra thoughtful, in her own special way."

"Sounds like quite a haul. Bet the lezzo's salivating," she says.

"She is. Terumi's helping me work on her, she has a certain teasing streak to her, I think. She really likes the idea of... well, having that sort of relationship with another woman."

"What kind?" Mariko asks, confused.

"She has a fantasy of being a man's concubine and serving him and his wife."

"Lucky you," Mariko says, with a little laugh, taking another drink. "What's up with these married lady's husbands? No offense, but it's kind of hard to get a girl off her man."

"They're in different situations, which I feel aren't mine to share. Though the fact that I'm great in bed doesn't hurt," you say with a smile.

She blushes. "I'll bet." She takes another drink. "Just treat 'em right, yeah? That kind of stuff, it's serious. You can't just hump and dump once they're..." she pauses. "Any of them talk to you about bonding?" You shake your head. "Well... when a girl loves a boy very much, she'll have sex with him, right?" You nod. "After a while, you sort of... fall in love, if you weren't already. It's harder to break, maybe a bit more intense on the sexual edge of things. Point is, for guys, it's not really the same. You can screw a girl, and sure, guys get stars in their eyes about the first girl to suck 'em off and whatnot, but it's not quite the same. Hard to explain. Basically, all these women? If they've bonded with you, you gotta make them happy for the rest of their lives. Through hell and high water. Six is already a lot on your plate," she notes.

"I want to make them all happy, and I've been trying to keep giving them the time and energy they deserve."

She nods. "Good luck on keeping it going, then. I mean- if you legit can't, then a girl gets it. It's like..." she waves a hand, taking another swig of water. "If your girl had a cold sore on her mouth, so she wouldn't kiss you, you'd get it, right?" You nod along. "But there's a point where 'I have a cold sore' doesn't really work as an excuse anymore. I dunno. Like, me and your mom, we're not mad that your Dad's off in Yangfang, we get that it's his job and all that, and this is a huge deal for the company. Hell, he couldn't shut up about it. But if he started running off constantly to foreign countries... you get me?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be in a relationship with these women if I didn't intend to spend time with them. I enjoy all of their companies, even when there's no sex involved."

"Good. Cool. You're an alright kid."

"Speaking of... Kimiko's been feeling dad's absence. I've been sleeping with her, give her another warm body in bed."

She snorts. "Thought for a second you meant something else. Hell, I could do that. I've been missing your father too."

"With your relationship?"

"Mm. Maybe not, yeah," she agrees.

"Anyway, I took her out yesterday on a little 'date.' Helped cheer her up. Want to do something like that? Have a little 'date' with your stepson... or whatever you call our relationship?"

"Sure, yeah. Sounds like it could be fun. My days feel empty without your Dad around."

"Never felt like he had that much time for you other than the mornings."

Mariko smiles a bit, giving you a wink. "There's way to spend time with a guy at work, you know? Sometimes he calls me into work in the middle of the day, sometimes I send him a few pictures to encourage him to call me up... you get me?"

"Yeah. Not something Mom does, I take it?"

"Nah, not that kind of girl," she says with a dismissive wave of the hand. "A real workaholic, you know?" You nod along. "Anyway. Date sounds nice. Got a time and a place?"

"How does Saturday afternoon sound to you? Maybe go rock climbing together."

"Ugh, no thanks," she says. "Got enough rock climbing in the army. Roll again."

"Paintball? Laser tag?"

She pauses, apparently weighing the two up as options. "Mm. Laser tag's faster setup, and less painful. Last time I played paintball I got shot right in the... well, you don't need to know that," she decides.

"Right. So, laser tag, on Saturday afternoon?"

"Sounds like a fun time with the kiddo," she says, patting your head as she stands up. "You got to get to school soon, don't you?"

You check your watch. "Shit, yeah. Gonna have to take a shower and some other crap first," you note. "See you," you say. She gives you a wave as you depart.

You take a brisk shower, fold the hoodie up and put it in a shoebox for Terumi. You also check her texts, which are the standard giggly affair, this time fantasizing about having Mitsuko lick your chest while Terumi sucks you off and licks her ready for you. You get a quick breakfast - just some snack food, basically - and then load up with Noriko.

In the car, Noriko speaks. "My mother is looking forward to your date this evening. She has been carefully considering her choice of clothing all morning. She said you were not in your room this morning. Were you up early?"

The privacy screen is already closed, so you lean forward towards Noriko. "I was having sex with Kimiko this morning. And last night. And we slept in the same bed."

"Kimiko?" Noriko's eyes blink several times as she processes it. "You mean your mother?"

"Yes."

Noriko tilts her head back to straight. "I suppose that if your mother were to be romantically in love with you, it would make it easier for us to pursue our relationship at your home."

"You can't tell anyone about this."

"Of course. Having sex with one's own mother is considered socially unacceptable by most people, at least when it is a boy or man doing it. Mother-daughter sex appears to be more socially acceptable, due to the lack of possibility of reproduction. At least, that is what some searching I have done suggests."

"Thank you for being so understanding. Did you find anything else interesting out during your searching?"

"There were numerous erotic stories, pornographic videos, and related materials regarding mother-son sex, or mother-daughter sex, or man-mother-daughter sex. It was difficult to filter them out for more useful and objective materials."

"That seems difficult," you agree. You glance over at the privacy screen, and unzip your pants, fishing your erect cock out. "Want to have a quickie before we get to school? You suck me off? In case we don't get another chance today."

"That sounds very pleasant, Nanashi," she says, before getting out of her seat and kneeling in front of you. She's almost mechanical in her blowjob, and you just lean back and enjoy it, looking down from time to time at your cute little girlfriend as she doggedly sucks your cock, coming repeatedly as she does so, shivering and closing her eyes and shaking. When you finally blow your load, she simply closes her mouth, swilling on your cum, as you put your dick away before you get to school. She swallows when the car comes to a stop. "Thank you, Nanashi. Do not forget the box you brought."

"Right, thanks," you say, grabbing it as you head inside.

With you and Noriko now present, class is full, and you've got just a couple minutes before it starts, with Amaya-sensei reviewing her notes at the front desk.

"Are you good for the sleepover on Sunday?" You ask Terumi, as you sit down.

She nods. "My mother knows I'm going to have a few friends over. I assume it will be you and Noriko and Sumiko?"

"Probably. Guest list isn't set in stone." Terumi nods. "No problems?"

"No problems. She assumes it is a social occasion and will not be sexual."

"Great."

Amaya-sensei raps her desk several times, and you remove a book to study. Class passes fairly quickly, and then lunch break comes. The box with your hoodie for Terumi rests at your feet, while a glance around the room shows most people eating alone.

You stand up, going over to Kiyomi's desk and squatting in front of it, keeping your hands on your knees as you look up at her. "H-hey, N-Nanashi-san," Kiyomi says, uncertainly.

"Hey. I'm going to be eating lunch elsewhere, but I wanted to say that I'm sorry about what I said when we hung out earlier. It was uncouth and inconsiderate. I didn't mean it the way it came out." She just nods. "Right. That's all I wanted to say," you say, getting up.

Kiyomi swallows. "I-I accept your apology," she stammers out. She offers you an awkward smile, and you smile back, before picking up the shoebox and heading out.

You don't even have to text Terumi - she follows you on her own, probably noticing you don't have a bento box. You do text Noriko, Sumiko, and Yuriko that you'll be eating lunch in Room 42 again, and they're all invited.

"Here," you say, offering the shoebox to Terumi.

She takes it, opening it, then smiles as she sees it, pulling the hoodie up and sniffing it deeply. Her eyes roll up a little, and she hums like it was the most erotic sensation in the world, just sniffing it. "Thank you, Master," she says, excitedly, sniffing the hoodie over and over again, holding it over her mouth and nostrils as she does. "It smells just like you."

"Glad you're enjoying it," you tell her.

Predictably, the other three girls soon file in, but Terumi can't stop smelling that hoodie noisily. Yuriko's expression is somewhere between fidgety and interested, her eyes darting from Terumi to you as your concubine excitedly keeps sniffing your hoodie. She hasn't even remembered to give you the bento box she made for you.

"Terumi, my lunch?" You tease.

She blushes scarlet, hurriedly dropping the hoodie. "Oh, I'm so sorry Master," she says, hurriedly, grabbing it and offering it to you. "Please forgive me."

"It's fine. I think it's cute." You smile at her, gently brushing her hair to one side, and she smiles back, blushing.

"Does that hoodie smell like Nanashi?" Noriko asks, and Terumi nods. "He smells very nice."

"He does!" Terumi agrees.

You're already eating, while Yuriko quietly sits down and opens her own meal, obviously nervous. "Yuriko, hey," you say. "I had a thought. I'm going over to Terumi's on Sunday for a sleepover. How would you feel about coming with? Share the joy," you say.

"J-just me?" Yuriko says, swallowing, glancing at Noriko and Sumiko, and then over at Terumi.

You nod. "Assuming you're interested. I'm sure Terumi would look forward to it for the rest of the week."

Yuriko swallows, blushing, stuffing her mouth with some white puffy stuff you think is just straight up rice. When she finishes, she speaks again. "Y-yeah. That sounds nice. Cool. Good. Great."

You chat with your girlfriends and Yuriko about various mild things before finishing off your meal and putting it aside for the moment. "Tell you what, Yuriko. You see Terumi?" Yuriko nods dumbly. "I've been saying you couldn't touch her, you couldn't play with her, you just had to be on the receiving end." Yuriko nods again. "That can change, at least for this lunch session."

Her eyes widen. "How?!" She asks, shocked, almost hissing the question.

"Make it worth my while. Think about it," you tell her.

She stares at Terumi, obviously thinking about it, then turns her gaze down to her desk. She's mumbling quietly under her breath, pointing to one finger, then the next, considering each option. "Eh... em... I can play with her separately? As its own thing?" You nod. She swallows. "Okay."

"Okay... what?"

"O-oh, right. Um. How about," she swallows audibly. "Well. Um. Hm." She seems to have just got another idea. "I-I'll strip, and pretend to be your pet, and you can make me lick wherever, and order me to say whan you like, but no penetration? Not even fingers," she adds. When she doesn't immediately get a response, she goes for her alternative. "Or my other idea. That you f-fuck my ass," she stammers out. "No pet play for that, though." She runs her finger through her hair. "I can do any kind of roleplay, if you like, if there's no penetration. Housewife, slave, pet..." she offers them so readily, almost desperately.

You can tell she wants to do the roleplaying bit much more than the anal one. Still has that sliver of resistance and uncertainty left in her, even if she's rapidly approaching the point of no return and hasn't veered off course. "We'll do the roleplaying thing," you tell her, and she sighs in relief, a real smile appearing on her face.

"So do I get to play with Terumi first, or second?" Yuriko asks, swallowing. "...and what kind of roleplaying? Remember, no penetration, not even my mouth, but anything else goes."

"Sure. Housewife roleplay, and I expect you to be submissive." She nods, readily. "I'm tired from a long day at work, and you're going to please me however I ask. Other than penetration, of course," you note, and she nods. "When you're done with that, you can go play with my concubine, just like you'll be able to when we're really married." She smiles a bit at that.

"Okay. Okay." She breathes. "I'm ready. Alright. Should I be naked?" She swallows audibly.

"Mm, let's pretend that you're handling some of the family finances," you say. "And I'll come in to get sexually satisfied by my blushing bride after a long day of work."

"Right." She nods. You stand up, going to the door, and she looks down at the desk she's sitting at, pretending to be working, moving a plastic knife like it was a pin, scraping gingerly on the desk. She's flushing red as she pretends to work.

You 'enter,' stepping forward from the door and coughing loudly, making her look up. "Evening, honey," you tell her, and she smiles a bit, clear nervousness in her eyes. "I had a long day at work."

"Tell me about it?" She asks, as you take off your school jacket, tossing it at Sumiko, who quickly grabs it out of the air and folds it a bit.

"I'd rather just talk to you," you say, running your fingers along her cheek. She blushes. "Take off your clothes, I want to see the beautiful body of the woman I married." She fidgets momentarily, but starts to undress, looking down at the desk. You get undressed as well, tossing the clothes at Sumiko, who catches each out of the air with surprising agility. When the two of you are naked, Yuriko's still sitting at her desk.

You take her under the arm. "Come on, stand up," you tell her. She does, blushing bright red, and you admire her naked body for a long couple seconds, her own eyes caught on your collarbone for a long moment before they slide down to your cock, staring at your manhood. Your eyes explore her supple breasts, the erect nipples; the little bloom of platinum blonde hair just above her wet cunt, glistening with arousal already. Her flush runs from her cheeks down to the upper part of her tits. You take the seat she was just in, finding it pleasantly warm, and twist the nob that handles the height of the desk. It raises a good foot or two, up to be roughly level with your nipples, before stopping. More than high enough that Yuriko can be comfortable on her knees without bumping her head. You gesture towards your groin. "Down, sweetheart. I need some pleasure."

"Okay," she says. She smiles warmly as she can, descending to her knees in front of you, her fingers stroking your manhood. "I love jerking you off, honeybunch," she says, her fingers slowly working up and down you. "You feel so nice and warm in my hand."

You gently pat her head. "Put it between your tits and give me a titwank," you tell her. She blushes, the red coloration reaching down to her breasts again, adding a lewd element to the sight as she engulfs your cock between them. She gives you a nervous smile.

"Actually, you know what? This seat isn't that comfortable." You gently push her off, standing up. "Sumiko. On your hands and knees. I want a nice, comfortable seat to rest my butt on, not the hard wood crap."

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, kneeling on the ground and descending onto her hands and knees. She positions herself so her back is level, and you take your seat.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart," you say. A clear flush of arousal runs through Yuriko's features as she stares at Sumiko, willingly debasing herself to be used as a chair. "Come on, let's get back to the fun," you tell her, gesturing for her to come towards you. She blushes, kneel-walking forward before wrapping her tits around your cock, her cheeks still red, but her nipples now hard with arousal. You run your finger along the curve of her ears as she smushes her tits around your cock, sliding them up and down. Sumiko keeps her body admirably still, not shivering in the least as you use her like a chair. "How was your day?" You ask, with absent curiosity, as your future wife wanks you with those nice round tits of hers. "Do any new dress designs? Molest and play with Terumi?"

Yuriko blushes, but smiles, at the questions. "I did work on some dresses, yes," she says, smiling nervously. "...and I played with Terumi."

"Tell me about how," you say, running your fingers through her hair and along her ears, as she gives you a titjob with admirable conscientiousness, her tits sliding up and down your cock, a warm, tight valley for you to fuck. "I want to hear you describe what sort of things you do with my concubine while I'm not here."

The effect it has on Yuriko's expression is obvious, to get her fantasizing about Terumi. There's a certain manic grin to her features, and you reach down for her tits, teasing her nipples a bit, making her squirm and pant, eyes big as she starts to fantasize about playing with Terumi. "Well, first, I had her hand feed me breakfast," she explains, her breath heavy as she starts to zone out a bit, now just absently bouncing her tits on your cock. "Then I made her get down between my thighs and eat me out. I told her what a good concubine she was, and just laid back and came a whole bunch. When that was done, I had her strip naked and follow me into my office, to wait by the desk until I wanted her. I took several cunnilingus breaks, just enjoying her greedy lips and mouth..."

Her eyes unfocus as she orgasms for the first time, a mix of arousal at her mental images and your fingers on her tits. Drool splashes down onto your cock and her tits as she spasms, fingers tightening on your her own tits, smushing your cock between them. You place one foot between her thighs, rubbing your calf along her wet sex, which is slick and gushing from her earlier orgasm. "That sounds very nice," you tell her, running your fingers through her hair as she breathes heavily, recovering from her own orgasm. Your fingers run along her lips absently. "Licking isn't penetration is it?" She shakes her head. "Then go for it, sweetheart. Lick that cock."

She swallows, nodding, leaning forward and down, wrapping your cock in the tight embrace of her firm big warm tits and licking your head and slit. She even moans a little, at your taste, perhaps, or at the teasing of your calf against her pussy. "That's a good girl," you sigh, closing your eyes for a long few seconds and just enjoying the titjob. "That's my wife. You know just how to make a long day at work all worth it. I bring home all this money from my job, and there you are, ready to help cool me off after I'm done."

She nods, licking your cockhead further, and you keep rubbing her calf, bringing her to another orgasm, your hands just gently petting her and occasionally playing with one of those perky nipples of hers. She gurgles a bit, twisting her head up with a gasp, drool splashing out as she orgasms, leaking girl juices all over your calf. "You love me, don't you, sweetheart?" She nods drunkenly a bit, breathless from her orgasm. "Tell me about it. Tell me how happy you are to be my loving, sweet stay-at-home wife."

"Yess..." she mumbles softly, eyelids flickering. "I love you so much, honeybunch," she says, mushing her tits in alternate directions. "I love your cock, but I especially love that I still get to play with Terumi."

"Oh, Terumi's not the only one you get to play with. Sumiko, Noriko... really, any of my girls, you can enjoy them and their company," you tell her, gently petting her. She glows red at the erotic thought. "It's a lot of girls," you tell her, and she just breathes, impassioned, aroused, eyes staring up at you as you talk to her. "There's more."

"The girl with the tits," Yuriko breathes, arousal audible in her voice.

"Yes. And another. I think you'll really enjoy her." Yuriko nods, deliriously. "I don't plan on stopping soon, either. A big harem, for you to play with and enjoy."

"Play with and enjoy," Yuriko says, almost hypnotized by your words, her eyes staring up and past you. You gently run your fingers through her hair, and her fingers on her tits get tighter, more active. She leans forward, and a large splash of drool hits your cockhead, running down it. Your own hand reaches for her breast as you try to tease her clit with your leg, before she finally comes again, her eyes rolling up.

"Do you want my cum in your mouth, or on your face and tits?" She gurgles incoherently. "Consider this: if it's on your face and tits, Terumi can lick it all up, and she'll love all of it."

"Face and tits," Yuriko breathes, excitedly, still halfway through her orgasm. You let go, cum splashing out towards her chin, and you pull your dick out of her tits, jerking yourself off on her flushing features, onto her big tits, red and pink from blushing and hard treatment, her nipples hard and swollen from being played with so much. A big gush of her juices splashes down onto the floor as she comes a second time in the midst of the first, a little sympathetic orgasm.

As you finish jerking yourself off, you pause momentarily, admiring the lewd tableau, the kneeling Yuriko, eyes hazy as she stares up at you, face stained by long sticky strings of cum that stretch all the way down to her tits. She breathes heavily, gasping, panting for breath.

You stand up, going over to Terumi and kissing her hard on the lips. "Have fun," you tell her, gently stroking her cheek. "She'll be my wife, soon, so treat her well."

"Yes, Master," Terumi breathes.

You return to Sumiko, sitting facing the other direction, towards Noriko, whose cheeks are currently a bit pink. "Come here, Noriko," you say, gesturing to your lap. She sits down in it, looking up at you. "Go ahead and put it in," you tell her. She nods, hiking her skirt up, pushing her panties to one side, and simply sliding her wet, tight sex down around your cock, her big owl eyes staring at you as she does so.

Yuriko rises from her kneeling position, flopping onto her back on the countertop, grasping for Terumi. "Eat me out," she breathes. "No, wait, lick all the cum off me," she corrects. Terumi gets atop Yuriko, on her hands and knees, and begins to obediently lick up every drop of your ejaculate, humming happily as she does so. Noriko watches as well, twisting her head a bit, your cock completely buried inside her.

You decide to flip around, so Noriko has the better vantage on Terumi and Yuriko than you. Her eyes flick back to you as your cock remains inside her while you do the one hundred eighty degree spin. "Tell me what they're doing, Noriko," you say, as you start to bounce her up and down your cock, gripping her hips and forcing her slowly up and down.

"Terumi is currently running her tongue across Yuriko's breasts, neck, and face, in order to clean your cum." Yuriko audibly giggles. "Yuriko seems to be enjoying herself." Your hand reaches under Noriko's skirt, playing with her clit, and she looks down at it.

"Keep going," you tell her, breathlessly.

She nods, turning her head back up. "Now Yuriko is having Terumi kiss her, as she disrobes her. Yuriko is pulling down Terumi's skirt. Now she is removing Terumi's school jacket. They are still-" she swallows, as you pinch her clit just so, her eyes blinking several times, her cheeks turning a bit pink. "They are, still, kissing, as this," she breathes, panting a bit, before orgasming on your cock, her cunt squeezing you tight, trying to milk you. Her hands grasp your shoulders, clawing your naked skin, as you fuck atop Sumiko's back, still bouncing her up and down as she orgasms. Her eyes focus and unfocus as waves of pleasure run through her body. She's not wearing a bra, you notice, as her perky nipples strain against the fabric of her shirt, and you just keep fucking her on your cock as she comes, enjoying using her like this.

When she comes down, she continues. "Terumi, and Yuriko, are now both naked, and kissing. Yuriko is groping Terumi's breasts with one hand, and her buttocks with the other. She seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. Both girls are blushing, and both girls are visibly aroused. Yuriko's nipples are hard, and her hand prints from earlier are still visible on her tits. Both girls' sexes are wet, though Yuriko's thighs are as well. They are breaking off their kiss."

You can hear Yuriko speak. "Turn around. Eat me out while I eat you out." Noriko is breathing heavily, her eyes unfocusing from the sight over there, and you decide to give her a break. She's obviously incredibly aroused from all this, and you just grasp her hips and go to town on her, humping her up and down your cock, making her squeak and occasionally pant in pleasure, her cheeks growing ever redder.

"T-they are, e-eating, one another, out," Noriko breathes, before coming on your cock, eyes rolling up a bit, mouth falling half-open. You don't stop, fucking her harder like that, one hand groping her tits through her shirt before you pull her into a kiss, pulling her own little teeth lick trick back on her, making her shiver in your grasp. She's pliant and weak as you make her come over and over again like that, working her as quickly as you can, her legs just locking together behind your back as you use your cute little girlfriend's cunt while resting on Sumiko's back.

On Noriko's seventh or eighth consecutive orgasm, you release inside her with a groan, and she moans, experiencing a sympathetic orgasm of her own, eyes rolling up as she breathes heavily. You pull out, put her panties back in place, and gently heft her up and lean her against a desk so she doesn't just fall onto her back. Then you get off of Sumiko, flip up her skirt, pull down her panties, and slam your cock inside. She grunts in response, her cunt incredibly wet and tight as you penetrate her.

"Spread your legs more," you order, giving her tight ass a little swat, and her legs dutifully spread. You lean forward, groping and playing with her tits through her shirt, and you start nibbling on her neck as you pound her cunt. She passively takes it, but she's incredibly wet, her legs spread wide to make it easier for you to fuck her tight pussy. You slam into her hard, grinding against her, grasping her tits tightly as you bite her shoulders and neck. Then you pull up a bit, running your fingers along her neck.

"You've been a good chair, and now you're being a good sheath. Let's see how dedicated you are." You choke her, making her sputter and gasp, her cunt tightening and holding you in place. Your other hand gropes her butt for a few seconds before your finger slips into her ass, making her gurgle in pleasure, choking a bit, orgasming as she's used as cocksheath. You do your best to keep fucking her, but with how tight she is right now, you can't do very much.

"Do you enjoy being treated like an object?" Noriko asks, impassively, her breath a bit heavy, as she sits there. Sumiko's cheeks flush with color. "Do you enjoy when Nanashi uses you purely as an instrument for his own pleasure?" You finally release Sumiko's throat, and she gasps and pants. "Are you willing to speak, or are you so completely dedicated to being treated as an object that you will not respond to questioning?"

"Oh, she'll talk," you say to Noriko, smirking. "Watch this." You turn your attention down to Sumiko, still fucking her, grasping her hips, now, for a good hold on your personal cocksheath. "Repeat after me, sheath. 'I am a tool of Nanashi-sama's pleasure.'"

"I am a tool of Nanashi-sama's pleasure," she intones, almost mindlessly, her eyes unfocused as she's used like a cocksleeve.

"I have no higher purpose than Nanashi-sama's pleasure."

"I have no higher purpose than Nanashi-sama's pleasure," she repeats, her cunt squeezing you a bit tighter, gushing on your cock as she becomes aroused from being used this way. You just exult in the feeling of domination over such a powerful woman.

"All my holes have the primary purpose of being used to please Nanashi-sama."

She repeats that, too, breathless and out of it, her eyes unfocused as she's used. "A-all my holes," she swallows, her cunt squeezing you, "have the p-primary purpose, of, being used, to p-please," she squirms, holding back from orgasm, "Nanashi-sama." At that point, she comes, her cunt tightening and constricting around your dick, making her shudder and pant as she's used. With how tight and constricting her cunt is at that point, you just let go with a groan inside her, splashing your cum into her needy cunt, making her eyes unfocus as a second orgasm follows the first.

You can't pull out until she's completely finished coming, at which point you do, hurriedly putting her panties back to place. Terumi and Yuriko are still enthusiastically sixty-nining one another, Yuriko seeming to be completely lost in a haze of pleasure as she slurps at Terumi's cunt noisily. Noriko just quietly watches everything unfold with a small smile on her lips.

You move around to Sumiko's face. "You can lie down, now," you tell her, and she smiles and collapses. You straddle her, gently massaging her joints. "You were very good, Sumiko. I love you a lot, and I love doing this with you specifically because I know you enjoy it too."

She closes her eyes and sighs. "Thank you, Nanashi-sama."

"I love you too, Noriko," you say, as you massage Sumiko. "I'm massaging her because, well," you start.

"I understand," Noriko says. She leans forward, crawling towards you. "She has expended a great deal of physical effort to act first as your chair, then as your cocksheath. She needs a massage much more than I do."

"That's right," you say, offering her a smile. You lean towards her, kissing her forehead. "You really are a sweet girl."

"Thank you, Nanashi."

Unfortunately, even after you finish massaging Sumiko's tired joints, idly chatting with Noriko, Yuriko is still slurping away at Terumi's cunt. You guess she really doesn't want the experience to end, since she doesn't know when or how she'll ever get to do it again for sure.

Sadly for her, you're in charge here. Terumi is yours, not hers. Still, you can let her enjoy her reward. You get up on the countertop, your hard cock pointed at Terumi's wet sex. "Terumi deserves her master's cock as a reward for being such a good girl, Yuriko. I'm not going to make you stop licking, but I am going to fuck my concubine."

"Thank you, Master!" Terumi says breathlessly, before returning her head into Yuriko's groin. Yuriko's cheeks glow red and she just poutily keeps licking until you forcibly shove your way in.

You fuck Terumi hard, enjoying her wonderful, feminine body, her lovely curves, and the occasional feeling of Yuriko's tongue as you fuck your concubine. Yuriko's enjoying herself a bit less with your interruption, but you know that soon enough she won't mind at all, so it's all good. You finally let loose a sloppy load of cum into Terumi's cunt after your concubine has come a good dozen times like that, moaning into Yuriko's cunt. You pull out, a little droplet of cum getting on Yuriko's forehead. "You should clean her out, keep her from leaking."

Yuriko hesitates, then decides to go for it, slurping Terumi's cunt dry, noisily slurping away. You clean off the drop of cum from her forehead with your finger and offer it to Terumi, who happily sucks your finger like it was your cock.

When there's only ten or so minutes left to go - and Noriko and Sumiko have already departed back to class, you clap loudly. "Alright, fun's over," you tell Yuriko. "You and Terumi need to get dressed and back in class." Yuriko whimpers pitifully, but unlike her, Terumi is obedient, getting up and off her, smiling warmly at you as she collects her clothes. The three of you return to the room, staggered, with Yuriko last, obviously unhappy to have had her fun curtailed.

The remainder of class is the same as it ever was, and then you're let out for the day. You have your planned study date with Raya after school, then your date with Setsuko in the evening. "Hey, Raya," you say, your voice soft. "We're studying at your place, right?"

"Ah, yes," Raya says.

"Don't let him kiss you!" Chanette says. "I know his type. He's a kiss rapist, he'll kiss you without you even realizing what he's doing, take advantage of you while you're in shock that such a handsome boy would kiss you, maybe even make you come, but DON'T let him do it, okay, Raya?" She hurriedly grabs her friends hands in hers, giving her a serious look. "Stay pure."

"O-okay," Raya agrees, looking a bit surprised at Chanette's intensity. Chanette stares into Raya's eyes, then nods to herself.

"Don't be lewd to her!" Chanette practically yells it at you.

You decide to let Chanette have her little meltdown. It's cute, and you do feel kind of bad about bullying her like that. "I won't be lewd to her unless she wants me to," you gently reassure her. "Now, Raya, what subjects are you having difficulty with?"

"Kurogayan, mostly, since I spoke Awali when I was younger," Raya says. "The history, too, because I learned al-Qujafan history, and that of Raj Haval, not of Kurogaya."

"Right, well, I'll come over to your house and give it a look over?" You ask. She nods.

"That sounds very useful, Nanashi-san," she says, with a small bow of the head. "Or is it Nanashi-sensei, in this context?"

"Do NOT call him Sensei!" Chanette half-yells.

"Ah. Nanashi-san, then. Do you wish to travel separately, or together?"

You glance at Chanette, who looks like she's about to catch on fire. "Separately would be better, I think."

"Very well. This is my address," she says, writing down on a bit of notebook paper and ripping it, handing it to you. "I will see you soon?"

You nod, and head out to the car with Shiiro. You wind up beating Raya to her own house, a fact you only discover when you knock on the front door and are greeted by an elderly Kurogayan man. "A-ah, I'm sorry, is this Raya's home?"

"Hm? What?" He says, loudly.

You speak up a bit. "Does Raya-san live here?"

"Oh. Yes, she's my granddaughter."

"We made plans to study today?"

"She's not home yet," he replies.

"Well. Can I come in and wait for her?"

He waves his hand. "Fine, fine," he says. "Come in."

An elderly woman comes by as you're seated in the dining room. "Elderly" by this world's standards, at least. Grey hair, breasts about the same size as Sumiko's, somewhere around 5'5", with some wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks, but not really unattractive. You'd put her at a prematurely grey cougar or something back on Earth, though here she looks more like sixty or seventy. "Ah, hello, you must be Nanashi-san. Raya mentioned you would be coming to tutor her."

"Yes," you say, uncertainly.

"Well, we'll be in the house, and unlike my husband I have good hearing," she says, with a warm, genial smile that somehow seems a bit threatening, "so don't do anything foolish under our roof. Raya takes her chastity very seriously."

"Right, got you," you say, and you hear the front door open.

"That will be her now." She yells to the doorway. "Raya! Nanashi-san is here in the kitchen!"

Raya comes by, glancing at her grandmother and grandfather before looking back at you. "I'm sorry I was not here to greet you, Nanashi-san. Not that I am suggesting you are unpleasant, grandmother," she adds, quickly. "Or grandfather!"

"Huh?" Her grandfather says. "Raya, you want something?"

Raya flushes a bit with color, hard to see with her dark skin. "N-no. Sorry. Let's go to my room, Nanashi-san. I can show you where I have been having difficulty." She takes your wrist and guides you upstairs, to her room. Her home is like Chanette's - large, spacious, but not incredibly so like your own. She's much tidier than Chanette, with her room being largely spartan, save for what looks like some kind of religious altar on one side of the room, sort of Catholic if Catholics venerated the Sun instead of Mary. She removes several papers from her desk drawer, which looks to be filed, and takes them and neatly lays them out. "These are my various tests on Kurogayan history, and these," she says, taking another several sheets out, "are my various tests on Kurogayan language."

You work your way through her materials, correcting misconceptions you notice, giving her guidance on when to use this tense or that tense. The fact that you learned the history much more actively - being not from here and curious about this alternate world - you have a fairly easy time of it, versus a native who might have absorbed things more passively and gotten a tangled view of history.

After a couple hours, you've done what you can for her for now. You think it should be very helpful, given how much she seems to have gotten, and she smiles at you with those beautiful orange eyes of hers, nervously playing with her aja like how another girl might toy with her hair. "Thank you very much Nanashi-san, you are very wise," she says, bowing her head a bit.

"Your grandparents seem nice," you say.

"Oh, I suppose they are," she replies, warmly.

"You live with them? And... your father lives in Raj Haval with your mother."

"Yes. My maternal grandparents live in Raj Haval as well, as well as numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins. Kurogayans tend to have small families, compared to Havali."

"I have three sisters myself. Fumiko's older, she's really into fencing, then Momo and Minori are younger - they're into kickball and history, respectively."

"They sound pleasant. I don't have any siblings, sadly - my father takes more after the Kurogayan way of life, and women are called to submit to their husbands in such matters," Raya explains.

Huh. That's actually the first time you've heard that kind of sexism stated. "Really?"

"O-oh, yes?" Raya says, uncertain why you're so confused.

"I just mean... why? Isn't it as much the woman's part?"

"Oh. Well, if a man has several wives, then they are a family, yes?" You nod. "But the size of the family, it can easily become too big, especially if the wives are overly fond of children. So someone must make the final decision that they cannot have any more children, and naturally that would be the man. One of the women doing it would not necessarily work, since what if the man disagrees? Or what if the woman is not well liked by one of her co-wives? But if it's the man, then it will work. So he can say, no more children, and then it works."

"What if he wants more children, but she isn't willing?"

"If she is not willing, he can take on a new wife. Or go to one of his other wives for children."

"Ah. So it's more like everyone gets a veto over having kids with their spouse, but the man's veto counts more because he's more married?"

Raya's brow furrows for a moment. "...I suppose that is accurate," she decides, at last.

"Learning about your culture is interesting," you tell her, with a smile. "It's very different from Kurogayan."

"Yes." She offers a shy smile of her own, orange eyes looking at you. "I often find it difficult to understand Kurogayan culture."

"Maybe I could help you with that. There's a place that does shadow plays, we could go together?"

"Ah... like a date?" She winces. "I do not think I should go on a date with you... I barely know you."

"That's the point of dates," you say.

"Well... perhaps... no, I do not like it, I am sorry. It is not that you are unattractive, it is just that I do not know if my conduct and your conduct both would be wholesome in the eyes of the Sun," she says, with a bow. "Not that I am implying you are unwholesome, or that your behavior is unwholesome," she adds, hurriedly.

"I get it." You say, to cut her off.

"Thank you for your understanding. I am sorry."

"Are there any Kurogayan customs you have questions about? If I were in your shoes, I think I'd have lots of questions."

"Oh, no, not really. It is more like I do not know a thing and then accidentally do it, then that I know things I shouldn't do. My grandparents have been quite helpful about the basics. Thank you for the offer," she says, with a bow of her head. "Do you have anything you need to do now that the study date is over? I would not want to keep you unnecessarily."

You check your watch. "Right, sorry, I do have a date."

"A date-date?" You shrug. "I thought Kurogayans were mostly monogamous?"

"A man can take a woman out on dates without it being some kind of marriage contract," you explain.

"Ah. I see. I do not think I understood that. Thank you for your teaching, again, Nanashi-san," she says.

"It was no problem. See you tomorrow."

You head out, calling up Shiiro and driving home, heading to your room and dressing up a bit. Nothing too fancy, you don't want Setsuko to feel uncomfortable, but you are going out on a date, so a nice blazer and long-sleeve shirt works.

When you meet her in the living room, Setsuko is wearing a lovely, if chaste, dress. It's the sort of thing that feels a bit conservative even by Earth standards, which is unusual for clothes here that aren't entirely casual like t-shirts and jeans. It's a dress, black in color, with a small circular area around the neck that's exposed. Not enough to give more than a hint of cleavage, though of course her enormous breasts render any attempt at downplaying them pointless. The sleeves are short, and the skirt of the dress reaches halfway down the calves, flowing around her feet a bit.

She blushes as you inspect her, nervously playing with the collar. "Is it too conservative?" She asks. "All the dresses I bought after I got married to Goro covered my chest because..." she trails off at that. Then she suddenly wears a sharp, angry expression. "Because that's where he'd hit me, and because he didn't like my breasts." She says it with a bit of a snarl, and speaks as if just saying that is cathartic.

"You're as breathtaking as always," you tell her, taking her hand and guiding her out the door. "If you like, we can go shopping and pick you up some new clothes. Make every man jealous of me, and every woman self-conscious."

She blushes, smiling nervously at that. "You really think I'm that beautiful?"

You nod, smiling back at her, squeezing her hand for reassurance. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it. Now, let's go," you say, guiding her into the car with you. She smiles happily as she takes her seat, looking almost like a schoolgirl with a crush by how she keeps glancing up at you, blushing, then glancing back down.

"Shiiro, a bit of a change of plans. Take us to the mall first," you tell him.

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," he says, driving off from your home.

"So tell me about the Setsuko from before Goro. Tell me about you in high school."

"Oh, you don't really want to hear about that."

"I do," you tell her, with a gentle smile. "Come on. I can barely imagine you young. I want to know where this beautiful, wonderful woman comes from, as much as I want to know who she is."

"Flatterer," she says, but she smiles as she says it. "Well. I don't know. I was a student, I wasn't the best, I wasn't the worst, people didn't really notice me. Except for Goro, but I think that was because he knew I was lonely, not because he liked me." She pouts a bit.

"I like you. Come on. No friends?"

"Well... there were some girls in the home ec class I took, we were close. Ah, I can barely even remember their names now... Keiko, Akane, and... mm... M something?" She sighs a bit. "We had some fun times after school."

"What sort of fun times?"

She blushes at the question. "Well. Maybe some naughty things."

"Naughty things?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

She closes the privacy screen herself, then leans forward. "Underage drinking," she practically whispers.

You can't help but laugh a bit, at how minor that is while she's treating it so seriously, and she pouts. "Sorry. It's just... I thought you were going to go a little heavier."

"It felt serious at the time," she says, fuming a little.

"I'm sure it was very serious," you agree. "I just thought you were going to say, I don't know, that you were part of a cult or something."

"Oh." She smiles. "I can see how that would be funny, then," she says, snorting.

"So you used to be a bit of a hellion?"

"Oh, not really. Mostly I'd go to Keiko's house and we'd get drunk on her mother's beer while she was at work." She laughs. "Sometimes we'd go do stupid stuff in the yard, you know. Light crappy books on fire. I was always halfway terrified we'd get caught when I woke up the next morning, but it never happened."

"Sounds a lot more interesting than you were making it out to be," you say.

She tucks her hair behind her ear, blushing a bit. "I just didn't want you to think less of me," she says, quietly.

"I would never do that." You smile. "Do you have any embarrassing stories from when Noriko was younger?" You ask.

"Oh... maybe. She's such a sweet girl, and very earnest, but you know, with her," she waves her hand, "oddness. Mostly stories about that." She giggles a little. "When she was, mm, ten I think, she came home from school very confused, because the teacher had told her that she was too young to know something - I think it was a question she had about sex - and she just asked him if people's brains became capable of understanding previously incomprehensible information as they got older. He just ignored the question," she adds. "She sometimes had... difficulty, with things like that. She has less now, I think. Especially now that she has a nice boyfriend who can help her with that kind of thing."

The car pulls into the mall parking lot. "We're here," Shiiro calls.

"We're going to help you build an entirely new wardrobe," you tell Setsuko. "Just think about what you'd like, rather than just clothes that are for hiding bruises, okay?" She nods, her expression suddenly serious. "And... would you mind if I made a selfish request?"

"No, what?"

"Would you mind if I bought you some sexy underwear to wear?"

She blushes, but nods. "...if you want to," she says, glancing downward, smiling. It seems like her embarrassment is more that you think she's pretty enough to want to see her in something like that. "What kind of clothes do you think would suit me? The last time I bought clothes the styles were totally different."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Lots of puffy skirts and jackets and other things people don't really wear anymore. So, I don't really know what kind of clothes to wear," she admits.

"Hm, well, we should shop around a bit, I think. Try on different styles, see which fit you best and which you like."

She nods. "That sounds good to me."

You wind up wandering around various stores, going from here to there and the other place, trying on various outfits and seeing what she thinks of them. The number one thing she seems to be concerned about is how you react to seeing her in the dress. If your eyes are drawn to her tits (to drool over them), it's almost always a keeper. She winds up with a collection of dresses with deep-diving cleavage (including one that goes to her navel), some high-class, some more in the sundress field. She also gets several of this absolutely insane shirt that has, like, laced together the middle part, so you can kind of see the inner half of her tits. She really liked how you reacted to it, with a kind of "is that even legal" response.

Her casual clothes are light and lightweight - camisoles, tank tops, and the like, as well as short shorts and short skirts, seeming to enjoy the way your eyes are drawn down there, too. All her clothes by Earth standards are sultry at best, slutty at worst, and here they certainly lean more towards the seductive end of things.

The side effect of her newfound love of deep-diving cleavage is that the sexy underwear you were thinking of buying for her - black lacey bras and panties - can't necessarily be worn with a lot of her clothes. Still, you buy a pair of that, as well as some equivalents designed to be worn with low-cut shirts. Even then, a lot of them aren't going to be appropriate, with her choices in clothes. Still, she seems incredibly happy with her new clothes, occasionally pulling one out, holding it against her body (currently in that conservative dress), and giving you a teasing look like, "wouldn't you like to see me in this?" Plus, you can hardly complain that she can't wear the lacey black bra because her clothes are too lewd themselves.

"I really enjoyed this, Nanashi," she says, a bit excited, glancing at the bags she's gathered up. "I really feel like I'm turning a corner in my life. Thanks for buying me all this," she says, pulling you into a hug, her big tits smushing into your chest through her dress. "I know it makes me sound like a gold digger, but it means a lot that you'd do something like this for me." She pulls away as she speaks, looking down, blushing and smiling.

"I promised I would take care of you, and helping you express yourself like this is part of that," you tell her, taking her hand in yours. She turns to you, and you kiss her on the lips, first chastely, then with tongue, your glasses getting pushed up a bit on your face as your tongue enters her mouth. She hums softly, happily, into your mouth, and you finally pull away, caressing her cheek. "Besides, most of these clothes are for my benefit, as well as yours. Now come on, let's go dancing," you say, wearing a smile you hope is infectious. By the way she smiles and blushes as well, it looks like it is.

Once you're in the car, with the privacy screen shut, you drop your secret trick. "You should wear one of those new dresses when we go dancing. Something new, for the new you," you point out.

She blushes, already figuring out your intent. "Well..." she says, but she's smiling as she says it. "Alright." She reaches for the base of her dress and starts pulling it up and off. Beneath it, she's wearing a plain white sports bra and cotton panties. It's almost sad. But when the bra comes off, and those amazing tits of hers bounce free, that's not sad at all. She fishes through the clothes to select a dress, her tits hanging down, this erotic mix of almost innocent action and her utterly lewd body a bit enticing.

"Setsuko," you say, and she pauses, looking up. You lean forward, taking one of her breasts and kissing the nipple, then repeating the process on the other. She's bright red when you're done. "I just wanted to kiss two of the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen in my life," you tell her.

"A-ah, thank you, Nanashi," she says, still blushing. She quickly pulls on her dress, blushing and smiling and glancing at you with girlish nervousness as she wears a knockout gorgeous dress with a cleavage strip that reaches her navel and an open back. It's the sort that ties around the neck. It's frankly a miracle of engineering her breasts don't pop out, but there's apparently a sort of pull string or something in the back that she draws on and then has you tie in a ribbon which helps keep it tight and in place.

She's smiling with nervous giddiness, stuffing her old bra and old dress in one of the bags. "I hope I'm not a terrible dancer," she says.

"If you are, it just means I have the opportunity to teach a beautiful woman how to dance from the ground up," you tell her, and she blushes again.

Soon enough, you arrive at your date site. It's not exactly the Nadeshiko Club, but it's an upscale place where couples go. Normally the men are more Setsuko's age than yours, but that's fine. She deserves to be treated to a place that's more set to her speed.

And indeed, it seems to have been the right decision. You barely have a chance to settle in when a song comes on and Setsuko's face lights up. "This was my favorite song when I was in high school. Can we dance to it?" She asks, sweetly.

"Of course, Setsuko," you say, with an easy smile. You take her hand in yours, and take her to the dance floor. The song is some old pop song, a melody about young love in painfully saccharine terms. Setsuko seems to really like it, though, and you guide her through the steps. Her breasts frequently smush against your chest, and while she blushes, she doesn't try to stop that sort of thing, or even seem accusatory when it happens. You enjoy showing her off, getting quite a few looks from the people around, as she spins or grinds against you, letting you guide her and show her how to move. She seems elegant, in those moments.

Finally, she seems to be getting tired - you're on your third song, and you sit back down with her. She orders some thickly seasoned ramen bowl, while you get a smaller bowl, less seasoned. She seems a bit embarrassed that she ordered so much more than you. "I just want to try it out before committing to a bigger serving," you tell her. "I'm not just going to eat that."

"Oh, that makes sense," she says, with a smile. She fidgets a bit, unsure exactly what to say, obviously looking for a topic of conversation. "So, how is school?" is what she finally decides on. "Noriko's loving her new engineering class, but I take it you're not in an afterschool club?"

"I've been tutoring other students, going on dates, just generally trying to be more social and make more friends." Of the female persuasion. That you then dick. "Most of the material in class isn't really at my level, and I've worked on exercise and hobbies and all that for long enough. I want to actually stretch myself and make friends."

She smiles gently at that. "That's nice. How many friends have you made so far?"

"Hm, well, there's Noriko, Terumi, Yuriko, Sumiko, Reiko, Mitsuko... maybe Chanette or Raya. Oh, and Chou. She's Sumiko's sister," you add. She nods along. "And you, of course," you say with a warm smile. "So that's, seven to nine depending on how you count it."

"Mostly girls, hm?" Setsuko asks, not accusatory, but maybe a little mischievous.

"Not mostly," you correct, with a smile. "All of them are girls." She gives a little laugh at that. "To be fair, my class is disproportionately girls, and most of the guys are towards the back row, except for one who's a confirmed asshole."

"Sounds like a story," Setsuko says, mildly, eating her ramen.

"Not much of one. He was being an asshole to a girl, I stopped him, he got suspended."

"You're a real white knight, huh?"

You shrug. "I have a type, and that type is beautiful women with sweet personalities who could use a little joy in their lives."

She blushes appropriately at the comment, shoveling some more ramen in her mouth so she has an excuse not to speak.

You reach over to her, gently placing your fingers over hers. "Making friends with Noriko went very well for me," you tell her, with a smile, and she blushes even brighter red at that, averting her gaze down to the ramen.

You let the conversation idle as you eat, talking about this and that and the other thing until you've had your two bowls and Setsuko has finished off her one. The two of you depart, getting in Shiiro's car. Setsuko smiles. "This was very nice, Nanashi. I'm glad I got to spend time with you like this."

"I'm glad I got to spend time with you too," you tell her, gently caressing her cheek, wearing a smile. She blushes and smiles back. "Care to spend the night with me?"

Her face lights up, and she nods happily. "I'd love to, Nanashi," she says, seeming almost breathless as she does. She glances at the privacy screen, then leans forward, kissing you on the lips. It's brief, no tongue, but she's blushing cutely as she sits back down, looking nervously up at you, as if unsure if you'd like to be kissed by a beautiful woman.

You lean across to her, kissing her on the lips, taking a grip on the back of her head and pulling her into a vigorous kiss, making her moan softly into your mouth, eyes closing as you kiss, your tongue entering her mouth and getting a little play for its trouble. You kiss sloppily, for several minutes, some spit and drool escaping your mouths and splashing onto Setsuko's knees. She's smiling brightly as you pull back, her eyes on yours, a gorgeous little smile on her lips, like a giddy child waiting for her turn to open her Christmas present.

Only the real one who gets to unwrap a Christmas present is you. You help her carry her new clothes to her room, then she gently laces her fingers together with yours. "I love you, Nanashi," she says, still wearing that plunging dress that shows off her cleavage. She wriggles her chest a little when she sees you looking, which does amazing things to her big tits. She giggles. "I really like how you stare... Goro made me feel disgusting for them. Knowing that you like them makes me happy."

"I like them a lot," you tell her, smiling. You jerk your head. "Come on. We just went out for a hot date, and you are my girl," you tell her, with a teasing note to your voice. She blushes as you guide her into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

She reaches behind her, then frowns. "Can you undo the ribbon?"

"Sure," you say, and she turns around, leaning forward over your bed, presenting that beautiful butt of hers to you. Your fingers undo the ribbon, and her dress loosens around her breasts and stomach. At the sight of her like that, your cock throbs.

You grope her ass, and she squeaks in surprise. "Stay like that, just a second, Setsuko," you tell her, your voice soft but firm. She nods, and you fondle her buttocks. It's plump, plentiful, soft beneath your fingers, squishy like her tits. You pull up her dress, up and over her butt, leaving it at her hips for a moment as you squeeze her ass cheeks.

She blushes, glancing over her shoulders for a moment. "Do you really like it that much?" She asks, blushing.

"I like all of you," you tell her. Your fingers hook into her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. You kneel, and she kicks off the panties, like that's what you were kneeling for. You surprise her by pressing your face into her cunt, running your tongue along her slit. She tastes sort of... lemon-lime, like Sprite, maybe, with a dash of cherry flavor.

"W-what are you," she squeaks, embarrassed. "Ah, what are you doing," she blushes, pitifully.

"I'm tasting you," you tell her. You give another lick, and she gives another squeak. "You taste delicious."

"A-are you done?" She asks. She seems a bit uncomfortable with this.

"Did Goro really never do this for you?"

"Do what? Lick me down there?"

"Yeah." You lick her again, and she squeaks again. "It feels good for the woman, and it's excellent as a way to warm her up for proper sex."

"A-ah, I never heard of it," she mumbles. You lean forward, licking and slurping for a bit, your hands coming up to gently play with her clitoris, to tease it just so, and finally she comes on your face, her juices gushing out as she lets out a staggered moan, biting a knuckle to quiet herself down.

"Obviously that asshole didn't care about your pleasure one bit," you tell her. You pull her dress the rest of the way off, leaving her naked. You kiss her backside a few times before shucking off your own pants, taking her hand and guiding her onto the bed to straddle you, your cock running along her slit.

She smiles down at you, but she's still blushing. "Is that really normal? I mean, men can't come from their tongues."

You smile up at her. "We can't come from our fingers, either," you tell her, gently running your thumb along her clitoris, making her shiver. "Now come on," you tell her. "Let's go."

You run your hands slowly up her gorgeous body, grasping her breasts in either hand, looking up at her with a gentle smile. She blushes down at you. "Go ahead. Put it in. Make your own pace. Enjoy yourself," you tell her, and she blushes but nods, closing her eyes and angling your cock at her cunt before sliding down your length.

Predictably, she's hot and wet on the inside, her cunt drooling on your cock as it envelops you. She looks down at you in embarrassment. "Is that good, Nanashi?" She asks, and you nod. She starts to slide back up, you hands gently sinking into her fat tits as she gets to bouncing up and down your cock. She bites her lower lip as she stares down at you, a certain measure of uncertainty in her gaze as she works up and down.

"Find your own pace. Enjoy yourself," you tell her, with a gentle smile. "Try new things. See what feels good."

"O-okay," Setsuko says, with the same kind of nervousness you'd expect if she was about to get ass-fucked (well, back on Earth, anyway - here that probably wouldn't provoke much anxiety). She starts to grind back and forth, side to side, experimenting with how her hips move. It twists your cock in all kinds of erotic fashions, and her hands run along your chest, eyes on yours with a degree of curiosity.

She manages to make herself come like that after an uncertain minute or so, her perky nipples scraping against your palms as you continue to grope her tits. She moans and squeaks, biting a finger to try to quiet herself, not wanting to draw too much attention to the room, closing her eyes and just riding out the orgasm. Her cunt squeezes your manhood, practically jerking you off like that, trying to milk you dry. You grunt and thrust back up against her, making her squeak in surprise, blushing but smiling. When she comes down from her orgasmic high, she leans forward a bit, her tits hanging down into your hands from a whole new angle. "You like it too?" She halfway breathes it, and you nod.

That seems to help her reach some kind of serenity with the situation, and she starts to grind against you more thoroughly, her gaze on yours, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. She bounces up and down, she runs back and forth, and the whole time her fat tits are in your hands. She comes again, moaning and biting her lower lip, her fingers digging into your chest as she bounces on your cock.

Her voice comes out in staggered breaths as she finds her own rhythm, bouncing on your dick. "Do you like my sex, Nanashi-sama?" She asks, adding that little -sama to make the situation more erotic for you, and it certainly works. "Do you like my tits, Nanashi-sama?" You nod again, staring up at her, and she smiles, a little manic, as she works you harder and harder, her cunt squeezing you this way and that. "Good. I'm glad, Nanashi-sama," she says, rising back up, looking down at you. "I want you to enjoy yourself too."

She fucks you like that, sitting straight up on your cock, slithering her body this way and that, doing amazingly fascinating things to her tits in your hands. She orgasms again and again, squealing your name, -sama included, her plump butt pressing against your thighs again and again as her cunt tries to milk you dry. After her tenth or so orgasm, she's breathless, staring down at you, drooling a little as she tries to hump you.

"Tired?" You ask. She nods. You let your hands off her tits for a moment, grabbing her hips and backside, slowly guiding her onto her back on the bed as you rise yourself. Her purple hair splays around her exhausted features, her big tits on lewd display, and you start to fuck her. You lean forward, licking her tits, running your tongue along the plentiful flesh of them, and she lets out a low moan as you start to fuck the beautiful mother beneath you. You suckle her nipples as you pound her, getting that sweet taste of motherly milk as you do so, making her moan, her fingers grasping the back of your head momentarily to try to force you further in before her hands fall limp at either side.

You even grasp her breasts in either hand and simply shove your face in the middle of them, squishing them on either side of you as you continue to thrust in and out of her wet, eager sex. She orgasms again and again as you fuck her like that, her cunt squeezing and milking you as you play with her amazing fat tits. You then pull your head up and out, kissing her on the lips. A little stain of drool escaping her lips as you start to push your tongue inside them. She moans again, back arching, pressing her tits into your chest as your tongue enters her mouth, playing with her own tongue, teasing her erogenous zones like that.

Eventually, she's completely out of it, just drooling on the bed when you end your kiss, eyes unfocused and rolled up, tongue flopping out. You can't help but smile at the cute image of such a sweet woman lying like that, dead to the world, brain totally fried from pleasure as you keep fucking her. Finally, you release inside her, groaning and closing your eyes as you let go inside her, grasping her plump ass in either hand as you release.

You pull out, and gently reorient Setsuko on the bed, lying down so she's cuddled up on your side, head on your chest, tits smushing against your torso. You pull the covers over the two of you, closing your eyes and getting ready to go to sleep. Just before you do, she kisses your neck sweetly. "I love you, Nanashi," she says, quietly.

You kiss the top of her head. "I love you too."

The two of you fall asleep, cuddled against one another like that.