God's tongue.
The inhuman ability to detect any flavour, any imperfection, any taste within a dish. The God's Tongue's authority was truly divine, capable of ousting a chef regardless of their fame or experience. It wasn't just respected, it was feared. It shaped the culinary world and its future.
"Mmm…"
And right now, it was swirling around the crown of your cock like a lollipop.
Erina Nakiri was the youngest ever member of Totsuki Academy's Elite Ten Council, the youngest appointed Headmaster in the academy's history, and arguably the most influential person in Japan's culinary industry. As a member of the Nakiri family and a gifted woman in her own right, her connections spanned far and wide. She was the single greatest masterpiece since Tōtsuki Culinary Academy was founded, a statement proclaimed by Gin Dojima and contested by none. Pampered, egotistical, and blessed with God's Tongue as well as a body every common woman envied, she was flawless and alluring.
Yet in her very own office she was sucking you off. Her blowjobs were probably better than her cooking if that was even possible. She was fast and thorough, making sure her tongue slithered and wrapped every inch of your shaft. She made sure it glided across the underside of your crown, teased your slit, and highlighted your bulging veins.
You smiled down at her. Her purple-pinkish eyes looked up at you almost innocently, but you saw the truth behind those bewitching pupils. Raw, focused lust was on Erina's mind, the urge to get fucked by your thick cock. Truly, there was no easy way to say it: Erina was a slut for your cock. She loved it. She was obsessed with it. Every moment away from work was time she used to slobber over your manhood. Its scent, the dangling nutsack, the hardness, the pre-cum.
On her knees, legs spread to let her sopping wet pussy breath, she worked her magic. She bobbed her to and fro, taking your cock in and out of your throat. Her tongue spinning and pleasuring. You put a hand on her honey-blonde head, holding back a groan.
She pulled out, taking the minute to catch her breath. As she did, she furiously pumped your shaft with both her hands, like a trained pornstar. Her hands were petite and smooth, her grip firm. Wet noises resonated through the office from the friction between her hands and your saliva lubricated cock.
She grabbed the tip and pointed it upwards, giving her access to the underside. Her tongue immediately went top to bottom, even going so far as to lick the connective region between your cock and balls. Down, down, down, her tongue went till it eagerly outlined your nuts. Your grip on her head tightened. She latched onto that reaction and took your balls inside her mouth one-by-one, suckling on them faithfully. The sensations switched between your left and right nut so quickly you couldn't tell which was which.
Her left hand, which had been faithfully holding your cock by the tip, started jerking your glans off. Already sensitive, it elicited another ripple of euphoria. It was a two-pronged assault and you couldn't hold back.
"I…I'm cumming!"
For an instant, Erina panicked and froze. Your prick started throbbing wildly, nearly slipping out of her grip, and you released a thick string of cum onto her face. And she just…let it. She let seven, eight, nine strings of cum shower her. Her long honey-blonde hair, her eyebrows down to her cheek–smeared by a white cream. You broke away from her and started pumping your seed directly into her face. She opened her mouth, God's Tongue hanging, simply leaving it up to chance.
Your load was heavy and your aim was shaky. You painted the insides of her mouth white, filling it from cheek to cheek.
You sighed in relief. Your cock softened slightly and went down, remaining dribbles of cum falling to the floor. Erina watched the residue with heart-shaped pupils. She closed her mouth and chewed through your spunk, lighting up from its taste.
"Delicious."
It was funny hearing her say that. Soma Yukihira worked–no, was still working to get her to admit that his food tasted delicious. After years of wandering as an international chef, after seven years of training and accolades, the twenty-five year old Erina refused to acknowledge his food. Partly out of pride but mostly because you tasted and smelled so much better. In all honesty, you didn't get what was so great about your slightly salty, slightly sweet batter of cum but you didn't complain given it was the sexy, voluptuous Erina drinking it. There was a reason Erina and Soma had never settled into a romantic relationship, despite the sparks and tension. You, right as she was coming to grips about her feelings, fucked her and taught her there was more to the world than just cooking. God's Tongue was better used to serve your cock than taste some idiot's food.
She cleaned herself up like a cat, licking the jizz that was on her hair and sweater. Pouting but still irresistibly sexy, her nipples poking through her sweater. Erina was a fucking slut that loved to parade around her very own school with no bra. The shape of her double-D's could be admired by everyone, but only you could touch them.
"So good~!"
If Soma was here, he would have lost it. Not once did Erina bless him with this level of appreciation. Not once did she eat his food and admit out loud that it was good.
You did, although by a less conventional method.
"Um, h-hey, can I…?" Erina gestured to your semi-flaccid cock, blushing.
"Sure, why not?" You replied, shrugging.
Erina was a master of blowjobs. She was skilled and relentless, as she had just demonstrated, but such skill could only come from love. If you were being honest, Erina enjoyed giving blowjobs more than the act of sex itself. Unusual, sure, but blowjobs stimulated her God's Tongue in a unique, satisfying way. Perhaps it was the one true way for the curse of God's Tongue to derive pleasure from. For Erina, that seemed to be the case.
Her mouth was drawn to your cock, gobbling it up to base with ease. God's Tongue was like a spell, whirling and whirling around your shaft. Your cock stirred and returned to full mast, a size she couldn't fully handle. She pulled back, leaving webs of saliva in her wake, panting.
You wanted to comment but knowing Erina staying quiet was best. She was an artist when it came to blowjobs and she needed her concentration.
Erina steadied her breathing, staring down at your revitalised prick like it was the greatest thing in the world. Her hot, shaky breaths touched your glans. Cheeks flushed, she was nervous by the prospect of handling your throbbing member. But as a master, she couldn't back down.
She lathered your cock in her spit, the mossy white covering covering it from glans.
Then, in one fell swoop, she deepthroated it. It was so sudden you nearly fell back. Her throat was fucking tight. Her throat bulged slightly from your ever pulsating cock, her nose pressing your pelvis.
"Ngh…!"
You gazed down on her with great effort. Erina's purple eyes had turned into stars. It was beyond sexy whenever Erina made eye-contact while having your cock inside her like this. She was good at it–making the expression of a woman who simply wished to please you. It was exhilarating.
Her head bobbed up and down your cock. She never let your thick head escape her though, keeping it inside her mouth no matter how much she pulled out. She was fast and incredibly devoted. Her tongue worked as well, touching your veins as she moved her head. It worked and you soon found yourself at the cusp of another strong orgasm.
You reeled back and bumped into her desk. Immediately, you put your hands on the table, your legs feeling like they could give out any moment.
"Mmmph!" Erina wrapped her arms around your waist, nose completely absorbed into the skin of your pelvis. The smell intoxicated her and she repeated the back and forth movement obsessively. Your cock bulged in and out of her throat. Her breathing grew erratically, and your balls slapped her chin. She didn't stop, deepthroating you over and over and over again until–
"Mmmph!"
You didn't have time to warn Erina. Your cock was in her throat balls-deep and her expression twisted as your girth shook and pulsed. You came steadily, shooting over a dozen lines of viscous cum into her stomach. She couldn't exactly taste it given you were in the back of her throat but she drank it up anyway.
Your balls clenched and you found an indescribable wave of pleasure taking control of you. Groaning, you grabbed her head and started face-fucking her, moving her in sync with your volleys of spunk. Totally caught off guard, not to mention held by your primal grip, she was forced to follow and obey silently. She gulped and gulped, guzzling your jizz down the drain. Your balls slapped her chin harder and harder as you slowly lost yourself in the mist of pleasure.
Finally, you were finished. You extracted your cock out of her, accompanied by a deep, winded groan.
Her lips were parted, revealing a messy, semen-coated mouth thick with saliva. Combined with her soft, pristine yet woozy red face, it was impossible to think this was once the Nakiri family's greatest heir and the headmaster to the best culinary academy in Japan. A trickle of white passed down her lips.
Your cock was retreating back, exhausted from the back-to-back climaxes. Erina stared at it intensely. You knew that look.
"One more…?" Erina asked in a low mutter.
"Seriously?" You raised a brow. "Again?" She silently nodded and you relented, sighing. You sat on the chair – the headmaster's chair – and waited for Erina to resurrect your drenched cock.
She pulled out a scrunchie from her skirt and tied her hair into a ponytail. Tucking a piece behind her ear, her eyes narrowed into deep determination, spurred by the musk of your manhood. It was sweaty, dripping with fluids and worn-out.
"It's hot," she suddenly said. Before you could reply, she pulled her white sleeveless sweater off, causing her boobs to bounce out deliciously. Your eyes went wide and your cock rose to attention. She smirked, having anticipated your visceral reaction, and tossed the sweater on her desk.
Erina Nakiri was known for her extreme beauty and curvy body. It was the ideal, nearly unattainable hourglass figure, with men leering at it regardless of what she wore.
Her nipples were red and erect, and the pale round flesh supporting it were hefty and hypnotic. Erina put her arms under her bountiful chest, propping them up for you to see. Your cock had never been harder. A drop of pre-cum dribbled down the front side of your shaft. The Nakiri woman was blessed in so many ways it was absurd.
You spread your legs and Erina mounted her melons on the chair, putting her eye-level with your erection. Her arms gripped your thighs as she licked it top-to-bottom, lithe tongue moving erotically and sensually. Your veins pulsed against her moist touch.
Her soft, excruciatingly addicting mouth swallowed your cock. There was the gentle embrace of her saliva and her tongue lapping at your slit and endlessly highlighting the underside of your tip.
Then, as if to purposely interrupt your session, the phone on the headmaster's desk rang. You ignored it, basking in the glorious pleasure of God's Tongue. It continued ringing, however, for another minute. Erina glanced at it with concern, wondering if it was something truly important, something worth abandoning your cock for. Your cock was prodding through her left cheek, giving her an almost innocent look.
You pulled on her ponytail, jerking it with enough force to stop her. Her dark lavender eyes panicking and hesitant, her boobs jiggling. She understood. Her authority did not matter here.
"Suck," you ordered, and that was exactly what she said. She sucked your cock like her life depended on it, her cheeks narrowing around your girth. You let yourself relax on the headmaster's chair. It was large, comfy, and dark, made from a leather material expensive enough to bankrupt a normal working class person. Despite its importance and power, you were sitting on it while receiving head from the rich bitch who was supposed to sit on it. Ironic.
As expected, you were quite sensitive, the repeated orgasming kicking in. You were twitching in her mouth, approaching a climax in record time.
But your ears suddenly perked up as you heard voices. The headmaster's office was massive, easily wide and long enough for a marathon run. Behind you – the headmaster's chair – was a glass window looking out the academy grounds. Because the headmaster's office was on a higher elevation than every surrounding building, including the Polar Star Dormitory and the Elite Ten Council Building, it was a genuine symbol of power.
Regardless, it was a miracle you heard anything at all given there was a twenty metre distance from you and the door. You rolled the chair forward, dragging Erina along, and pushed yourself till your chest was touching the sleek wooden desk.
"Ish shhmethnh wrnght?" Erina asked, mouth full of your cock. She whimpered when you put a finger to your mouth and asked her to be quiet. She couldn't get caught. She was the headmaster of Totsuki Academy, and she had a reputation to keep. She was Erina Nakiri, the prissy princess of the Nakiri, not a whore for some guy's cock.
The door flung open and in came two very different people. A young man with red-hair and a huge grin, and a pink-haired woman sighing and holding a clipboard under her arm.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Erina, he just wouldn't listen…" Hisako Arato trailed off after seeing you. Mild confusion crossed her graceful features. She had been Erina's secretary since her days in Totsuki Academy. She knew you and Erina were close, but you doubted she realized the true nature of your relationship.
"Hey, you're not Erina." It was Soma Yukihira, walking towards you with a bag slung over his shoulder and a raised brow. "Why are you there?"
You maintained a neutral expression. You opened your mouth to say something but closed them when a certain sensation warmed your member. Her warm, wet mouth clouded your mind and pulled your voice from your throat. Your eyes flickered down. Erina was still sucking on your dick, a mischievous glint in her pupils. And she was not letting up.
"He's Ms. Erina's important guess," Hisako explained. "I believe he does the work she cannot."
"Work Erina can't do?" Soma scoffed. "Never thought I would hear that happen."
You nodded along while trying not to lose it. You placed your hands on the table and balled them into a tight fist. Pre-cum leaked from your ever veiny member.
"Although…" Hisako squinted and your stomach dropped. "...what is her sweater doing here?"
You didn't need to look down to feel the panic and fear. Her sucking became faster and more rigorous. Her tongue was tirelessly targeting every sensitive zone. Your slit, that vein that always seemed to pop out to you, everything. Everything was under the mercy of God's Tongue.
"Eh, she can be clumsy sometimes." Soma's casual wave-off of her observation was appreciated immensely. There was a new fire in Erina as she performed her master-class blowjob. "By the way, it smells weird here." Soma's nose crinkled and veered in directions. "Like squid? Salt?"
Erina licked your pre-cum once, then twice. Another glob appeared and she lapped that up too. The gorgeous big-titty blonde licked her lips.
Hisako rolled her eyes. "You're imagining things."
"No, no, I'm serious," he said. Erina stuffed your whole ballsack into her mouth and suckled on it as though it was some obscure delicacy. Her cheeks puffed out ridiculously, she was full in a sense different than usual. "Maybe Erina has weird tastes."
"As if!"
There was a playful sort-of atmosphere between the two. You knew they attended the academy together, so there was a high chance they were friends. Erina didn't seem to give a fuck though. Her concentration was solely on you. Under her own desk, giving you the blowjob of the lifetime whilst the two most important people in her life were literally right there, less than three metres away. Only the chosen few may grace the tongue of the Nakiri Goddess. You broke that rule, feeling the wet warmth of her mouth with your family jewels. She seemed to enjoy it just as much as you were, the smell and taste and closeness raising her arousal.
"Tell Erina I'm waiting," Soma said to you, grinning. Immediately, Erina released your nutsack and took the entirety of your thickening phallus into your throat. She started going wild, discarding her pride and shame for feral lust and aggression. She must have found this situation just as arousing as you thought it was, maybe more, because her throat did not stop. There was not even a hint of a gag reflex as she fucked her own mouth with your cock. "Today will be the day I'll get her to admit it!"
Your balls ached. His words were nearly incomprehensible to you as ecstasy struck your mind. From all the done on your balls, they seemed to explode and escalate up your prick in the blink of an eye.
"I'll get her to say that my food is delicious!"
You came and Erina was ready. At least she thought she was. You throbbed explosively, enough to nearly bulge out of her trained mouth. Rope after rope of cum burst into her and she drank it up like the whore she was. The sheer audacity of your climax made your balls churn like never before. Rather than lessen, your load was greater than the two prior. It was heavy and thick and even though Erina's entire life centred around eating and drinking she couldn't swallow it all.
Another dose of irony. The one thing she loved above all else–all other food–and she couldn't have it all. The dream Soma yearned for was happening right in front of him and he didn't even know it.
'You better find another girl, Soma Yukihira, because this one is completely addicted to my cock.'
You gave Soma an understanding nod, acting like you didn't just bust the biggest nut of your life–acting like you didn't just secretly destroy everything he worked for in the past decade.
"See ya," Soma said, whirling back to the entrance. Hisako sighed, offered you a smile, and left alongside him. She had a voluptuous set of hips, you thought, as the door clicked shut.
"Aaah~!"
Under the desk, Erina exhaled heavily, gasping for air. Trickles of semen were on her chin, which she licked up. Professional as ever, cleaning herself up as well as your cock.
In a swift moment of passion, you grabbed her by the arm and brought her out of her little hut. You pushed her to the window, boobs nearly pressed flat. Erina squeaked as you tore her skirt off. There was a pause as you looked at her bare booty, hands tracing over the delicate curves and slit, and smiled.
Walking around the school with no panties. What a whore.
You shoved a finger inside her drenched cunt and she recoiled, wanting you to go deeper. You flexed and turned, making the prideful woman unravel her tongue. She was salivating and going absolutely crazy under your touch.
"Please, please…your cock! Your cock!" Erina begged, her pussy soaked. You withdrew your fingers, her sticky fluids all over. Your member throbbed angrily, sandwiched between her cheeks, holding onto her love handles. She was a divine goddess with a pristine, voluptuous body. She was addicting. Simply feeling your cock pulse between her booty was mesmerising. Hearing her breath, holding her breasts, seeing her flush, and that rosy scent of hers.
Then you entered her. Her breathing ceased.
You stretched nicely, fitting inside her pussy perfectly, the knob end of your cock rocking against her most sensitive zone. You straightened yourself, slapped your hands onto her sides, and began thrusting.
"Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah~!" Erina moaned and trembled. Your pelvis slammed her ass with a loud echo over and over again. Your speed was immeasurable and the sheer depth of her cunt moreso. She clenched, she squealed, she begged. Every time your member sheathed itself inside her, it was still she was discovering a new part of herself.
Smiling, you went harder. Her body nearly crushed, melons to the window. Her insides were like a corkscrew, getting tighter with every reentry. But she was fucking amazing. She came several times before you knew it, clamping up madly.
"Please! Please! You're so good! F…f-fuck!" Erina swore. Her character was breaking. The self-respecting leader was bending under the pressure. "Fuck! Please! Keep fucking me! It's soooo good! Right there! Right there!"
An onslaught of her G-spot which you did know give any mercy. She came, fluids leaking, but you did not stop. Your cock was wrapped and slithery but her cunt was too good to stop just because she orgasmed. It wasn't any of your business.
She was meeting your pelvis with surprising enthusiasm, her booty clapping and bouncing. You licked your lips and gave her fat ass a mean slap. She let out a slobbery moan.
"What a whore," you muttered. In the midst of the sweat and harrowing orgasms, you doubted Erina heard. She was too busy on cloud nine to care or react. She kept responding to your cock like it was the only thing in the world.
The pressure built up. You could feel yourself throbbing and pulsating hard. You were close.
"Take it!"
Your warning came a second too late and you creampied the absolute fuck out of her. A shrill sound of pleasure and desperation howled out of her. She panted laboriously as you poured your sense into her womb, etching yourself in her insides forever.
You pulled out, cum dripping. Erina stood there, bent over, cunt stuffed with white, hair messy and unkempt, sweating and gasping frantically. You slapped your member on top her ass.
You smirked and asked, "Good?"
"Good~!" Erina replied. Slowly, she peered at you over her shoulder and you could see the hearts in her pupils. There was no way around it–she was yours. Completely and thoroughly. Dominated, broken and pathetic. Soul, body, mind in servitude to your cock. Erina Nakiri was no more.
Erina Nakiri was yours.
-x-X-x-
"Mmmmm…"
Despite how quick it was, the gentle warmth of the bath water felt slow and gradual, as if she was being hugged by an old friend. The exhaustion of the day wore off and her naked body melting into liberation.
The young blue-haired woman let out another sigh.
Megumi, now twenty five years old and the head chef of her family's restaurant, was something of a legend. After graduating from Totsuki, she worked hard to make her family's inn what it was once–before everybody grew old and their meals lost their touch. And now, seven years later, there wasn't a restaurant in the Tōhoku region more sought out than Shōkeien Ryokan. No longer was it a modest twelve room inn, it was a full-blown restaurant with hundreds of customers eager to come.
Her skill was world-class, that much was unquestionable. Ninety percent of customers entered the restaurant for the food. However, when they left, their minds were torn between the wonders on their tongue and the beauty in their eyes.
Megumi had grown wonderfully since her days in Totsuki. Not necessarily more voluptuous–no, she still had that tight ass, those modest breasts, and the iconic long blue hair. It was her demeanour, her sense of self, that had changed. Timid but confident. Introverted but not weak.
The rubber ducky floating on the bath water moved away from her. Megumi laughed to herself.
There was a sound outside. Footsteps and clothes shifting. She glanced at the sliding door, waiting.
Megumi frowned.
All of a sudden, she was reminded of a situation. Nearly ten some years ago, she was in this exact position. Relaxing in a bathtub after a hard day's work, playing with her rubber ducky, simply taking in the warmth and recovering her energy.
Then the door slid open and a certain enigmatic figure walked in.
Soma Yukihira.
She remembered screaming. The entire dormitory heard. It was after that incident that rumours spread about her:
"Megumi Tadoroko, probably the most pitiable girl in Totsuki."
Megumi never hated Soma. At one point, she might have actually had something of a crush on him. But that was long ago and she was no longer interested, especially after looking back at the unfortunate incident.
At the time, everybody had it wrong. They thought Megumi was the victim, a logical conclusion given their positions. Soma was the intruder and she was the innocent woman using the bath. However, with time, Megumi began to believe the opposite. She always found it strange how she had to be the one to suffer from Soma's experiments. Why? Why always Megumi? Why pick her every time over the others?
The reason was simple and Megumi chuckled as she reflected on it. Soma's dick was laughably small. Looking back, it must have been the size of an acorn, complete with a modest sack and an even modester stem. There was no shaft and hardly a head. Again, Megumi didn't know at the time, she was a fifteen year virgin who had never seen a penis before.
But now she had seen a penis. A real one.
Yours. You. Megumi's lover.
When you opened and walked in, Megumi's reaction was akin to opening a birthday surprise. Not only was her reaction utterly different to the one she had with Soma's but what lay between your legs was completely different too. To compare you and Soma would be equivalent to comparing a horse and an ant. It was staggering and borderline idiotic. A single glance and anybody could see you were ten times the man he was.
A towel slung over your shoulder, you greeted her with a small smile. "Hey, Megumi. Comfy?"
Arms on the tub, she nodded. The impressive contrast between Soma's button and your big dong put her in light spirits. "Mhm. It's really warm. You should come in."
"Sure."
You were a couple so of course there was no embarrassment in regards to your bodies. Well, actually, that wasn't entirely true. Megumi was still a little shy showing herself off, which was why she entered first. She wanted to change and step in the waters without having eyes on her. Not a big deal for you.
You hoisted your leg up and stepped in. The water was warm as your girlfriend said it was and not lukewarm. A shock went up your spine, pleasant and magnetizing. Your leg was practically dragged inside.
You exhaled in relief, the temperature of the water embracing you. A towel on your head, you relaxed and closed your eyes. Megumi drifted next to you and put her head on your shoulder.
"This is nice," you muttered. Megumi nodded silently.
There was peace and serenity. Nothing but the soft sway of the water and your tempered breathing.
Megumi opened her eyes, startled as she felt something wrap around her waist. She blinked up at you, confused, and then glanced down. You were fully erect, cock pointing upwards as if needing relief. Megumi looked up at you again, biting her lip, her perky nipples showing through the translucent water.
"We…we should do it quietly," Megumi said.
"Whatever you want," you replied, pulling her towards you and meeting her in a kiss. Slowly, she entangled on top of you, rear brushing and testing the tip of your cock. You grabbed her ass cheeks–those firm, luscious mounds of pale flesh–and groped them violently. Your tongues lashing, her slit rubbing against your cock, the warm bath encouraging you, it felt like paradise.
Her modest breasts pressed your chest. Her hands looped around your neck. She wanted you and she wanted you back. Breaking away, Megumi's cheeks were bright pink. Breathing heavily, she could barely say a word. Her wet cunt, however, spoke the words she couldn't.
Your cock prodded her entrance and she nodded. Smiling, you eased yourself in. It was a gradual process due to Megumi's innate tightness. Her pussylips stretching and resisting, her walls giving way to your member.
"It's so big," Megumi whimpered. You removed a hand from her booty and stroked her cheek.
"I know."
Without mercy, you shoved your full length inside. Megumi gasped and she clamped down like a motherfucker. Still, her body and ass was in your buttery hands. You went up and down, up and down, penetrating her deepest parts wetly. The water and her natural fluids made for excellent lubricate and you could fuck her without needing to slow down.
You weren't fast but you certainly weren't slow either. Keeping pace was something you were excellent at and tanking well-targeted pounces in her G-spot was Megumi's.
"P-please! Deep! So…ah! Deep!"
You pushed your tongue through her lips. She was moaning and struggling under the weight of your cock inside. Megumi was easy to please with plenty of tells and trembles to inform if you were doing something good or not. Majority of the time, you were doing phenomenally.
Megumi squeezed her eyes shut as euphoria melted her mind. Her mouth made an O-shape and she held back a gasp. "Mmh…mm! Ah! Ah! Kya~!"
Every upwards thrust made her shake. You pinched her nipples, perky as they were, and then held her boobs in the palm of your hand. Both hands preoccupied with her breasts, she nearly fell backwards from the overloading elation. Her cunt, her nipples, her boobs, she was sensitive in those regions and she reacted accordingly, like a bitch in heat.
"You like that," you whispered in her ear. Megumi shuddered and she readjusted her lock around you.
"Yes. Please…"
After a while, you came. Your cock trembled and pulsated but it was a silent climax devoid of splendour and exaggeration. In the water, everything was tamed. You filled Megumi up and you could feel her chest begin to heave. Your seed was thick and luscious and she could feel it shot into her innermost depths.
Eventually, Megumi lost consciousness and limped into your arms. Your cock was still inside her and she moaned in her sleep.
A smile ghosted your lips. She was yours. Megumi Tadokoro would always be yours.
***
Post-sex, you took yourself and Megumi out of the bath and got changed. For her, since she was half-delirious, you opted to wrap her in a towel. It was cozy and her sleeping self seemed to enjoy it. You went for basic trousers and a t-shirt.
You went to the kitchen to get dinner ready. A slight twist from the usual schedule. Megumi was the world-class chef, not you. Despite that, you did your best to make an old recipe of hers: the Rainbow Terrine. A terrine created by arranging seven different vegetables into seven different layers to create an image of a rainbow. Thanks to a secret spice added (that you fortunately did not have to make), the dish was difficult but not impossible for someone not named Megumi.
Headphones on, focus entirely on the kitchen, you were unable to hear the gentle knocks on the door. Gradually, they became harder and harder, till Megumi woke up in her room.
"Mmm...? Who is it?" Megumi yawned.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Half-asleep, her towel loosely on her body, she zombie walked to the door. With your headphones and location, you failed to notice Megumi heading to the front door and opening it.
"Hey! What took you so long?"
Who else could that chirpy voice be but Soma Yukihira?
"Soma...?" Megumi mumbled. Then a small chill went up her leg. She glanced down and gasped at the towel around her. "O-oh no! Soma—"
"Don't worry about it." Soma looked her up and down, grinning. "You look good. Plus, it's nothing I haven't seen!"
"T-that's not—"
"What's going on?"
Megumi let out a surprised gasp as you suddenly appeared behind her. She jumped back from both surprise and embarrassment, clutching the towel tightly to her body.
Seeing Soma and Megumi's half-nude state, you blinked. "Um...?"
"S-sorry, I was sleepy and I accidentally opened the door," Megumi mumbled, trying to compose herself even as she felt her face heat up with embarrassment. Oddly enough, despite what it looked like, you believed her. She was loyal to a fault.
"Oh, it's you!" Soma snapped his fingers. "The guy that was at Erina's office! What are you doing here?"
Was he daft? Eh, whatever. You wore a small smile, stepped beside Megumi, and grabbed her ass. The blue-haired lady let out a small yelp, though it was overshadowed by your own words. "Megumi and I are roommates. We live together."
"Roommates?" Soma repeated, meeting Megumi's anxious gaze. "You didn't tell me about that."
"U-um..." Megumi swallowed as your hands continued to explore her tight ass. So firm, so tender, that your hands couldn't help but go up the towel and tease her slit. She exhaled and replied quickly, "I-I-I was busy!"
"Busy, huh," Soma said, his nose suddenly in the air like a dog's. He was utterly clueless to his best friend's troubles—how you were groping her booty without shame. Instead, Soma said, "What's that small, by the way?"
"I'm making dinner," you replied. "Want to come in?"
"Sure!" Her ass in the palm of your hands, your fingers tightened their grip and pulled her back to let Soma through. The spiky red-haired man went right for the kitchen. "Hey, do you mind if I make some modifications?"
You looked to Megumi, who timidly nodded. "Go crazy," you yelled. Then, he looked down at Megumi and smiled. "How about we get you changed? Or..."
Megumi's eyes widened in shock when she noticed the tent you were pitching. The trousers outlined its erect shape beautifully. Its size, whether it was massive or modest, was irrelevant. After all, just hours ago, it had fucked her silly. It should have came as no surprise that Megumi was taken aback by its sudden appearance.
Your cock. Her favourite cock.
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip nervously. "U-uhm. isn't Soma here...?"
You chuckled and ran your hand through her hair, pulling her into a kiss. Megumi tasted like sugar and coffee, and you could feel her warm breath against your lips. You could see the fear in her eyes, but she was also clearly turned on by the situation.
"Don't worry about him." You kissed her on the forehead. "He won't hear a thing. It will be just you and me."
She nodded slowly, biting down on her bottom lip again. You could feel her body starting to respond to your touch as you continued to kiss her deeply.
Slowly, your hands stroked her breasts through the towel. You could feel Megumi shiver beneath your touch, and you knew it was only a matter of time before she would be begging for more.
The kiss slowly ended. Her towel was hanging on to her erect nipples, on the verge of dropping. Her innocent yellow pupils turned into hearts. She whispered your name as the touch of the kiss lingered.
The two of you decided right then and there that not a lot of changing would be happening. When you got to the room, two events followed: Megumi dropped her towel and bent over, hands on the door; you dropped your trousers and let your cock spring out.
"B-be gentle—"
Nope.
Clap!
You neither warned her nor gave an indication that you were entering her wet insides. From your perspective though, it was the natural thing to do. After all, she was positively dripping in fluids. The mix of water from the bath and her own arousal had made her become a perfectly tight fit for you. You knew it at first glance and you experienced it in the first thrust.
Megumi wasn't a large woman. From her ass to her tits, the best way to describe her was petite. But that was why she was so perfect. For nearly any cock—in this case, yours—it would feel like a perfect fit. A missing jigsaw puzzle. She wasn't absurdly tight, she was simply perfect to thrust in and out of.
That was what he did. He started thrusting. You started clapping those lovely ass cheeks. You began bringing her closer and closer to release in less than a minute. On top of being a snug fit, she was sensitive.
"Mmmmph!" Megumi suppressed a girlish moan. Despite the door being closed and the kitchen a decent distance away from her room, she still felt nervous. She still felt her core tremble from the nerves.
"Are you scared?" You asked. "Or is it just my cock?"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Mmh! Mmmh! Mmmph!" Megumi couldn't afford to waste a hand to muffle her hand. She had to just take it. Take it, take it, take it—
"Haaa....! I-I can't—I can't! Your cock is too good! Please! Please slow down!"
You promptly did. She was your little fuck toy. Why not listen to her from time to time? Megumi gradually caught her breath, her body trembling as her cheeks leaned on the door. "T-thank you...thank you...haaah! Haaah...!"
Your cock was still inside her, so there was still a tinge of discord. You were fully sheathed in too, an intentional position. Your balls touching, your pelvis pressed to her rump ass, and her tight cunt yearning for more.
Because yes, despite her words, she wanted more. So much more.
Her walls tightened a little but it was a feeble effort. Nothing that would rile her or you up. You started slow. You began a rhythm. Megumi's breath hitched and she removed her face from the door to focus.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
They were gentle thrusts. Angled thrusts. You weren't fucking her as much as you were toying with her. Using her little pussy as a way to learn and prod her inside. You were reaching so far deep and hitting so many right places that she didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.
"I-I'm...mmmph! I'm cumming," Megumi whispered, letting out an air of breath. Her walls rushed to tighten and release their fluids. Thrusting became all too easy. Fucking her was all too easy.
Because you refused to stop.
You didn't stop despite of her orgasm. You maintained this tender pace. You didn't let the excitement of an orgasm dictate you. No, it was the other way around. You were a chef chopping up fish on a board. You were dictating when and how she would come.
It was so easy.
Her blue hair, long and draped on her back and wet, gave her a kind of beauty that most women lacked. Erina was a goddess, there was no doubt about that. So what was Megumi? She was the ultimate next-door neighbour. She was the sexy, homemade girl that every boy on the street had a crush on.
Guess who to fuck that innocent, fresh pussy? Guess who got to mould it to their whims? You. Megumi was all for your taking. For your cock.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Tiny gasps left her every so often. As the time went by and the fuckery continued, they became louder and more common. "O-oh! Oh! Oh~! Oh! Y-yes! That's it! I love it! I love it there!"
She was beginning to lose herself in this pace. You were holding back yet she was looking like she was in heaven. Bliss coloured her features, from her eyes to her rosy cheeks. Once again, she came—and in record time too.
"Mmph~! I'm... cumming—!"
Megumi threw her head back, her mouth open, a line of drool falling. This was it. She had made her first mistake. She was loud. She had nearly broken into a scream.
Focus, focus, focus, focus—
"Aw. You really can't handle it, can you?" You smiled and pulled yourself back till only your tip remained. Megumi was panting excessively, swallowing air as if her life depended on it. "If we keep going, you might let Soma know you're getting fucked. Let's stop here."
"I....I..." Her focus was there. She could handle it! She could! "N-no! Please! One more! One more! You have to!"
Aw, she was pleading.
Well, for the second time, who were you to deny her of your delicious cock?
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
For the first time, Megumi squealed loudly. There was no doubt about it, even Soma heard. There was no way he didn't.
Megumi's eyes went wide when she heard the footsteps. There was only one other man in the house right now—
"Megumi? Are you alright in there?"
Soma.
Soma Yukihira. Her first crush. The chef she respected above all others. The man that saved her.
And she couldn't even respond to him because she was busy getting fucked by another man. A man with a cock that must have twice his size.
Your strokes were slower and quieter. You didn't Soma to hear but did want Megumi to feel. Experience one of the most extreme kinks in the world: oblivious cucking. Megumi knew it and you knew it. This was what this was. This was what your gentle strokes meant. They were a sign of dominance. They were a symbol of you laying your claim.
Megumi Tadokoro belonged neither to Soma, Totsuki Academy, nor the cooking world. Everything she was, it belonged to you. She cooked for you and she spread her legs for you.
"I-I'm okay!" Orgasm. She arched her back and inadvertently pressed her ass deeper into your pelvis. Her breathing reached a high point and she gasped out, "Hit the bed!"
"Oh, alright." Soma was too gullible. Did he not hear the squelching sounds? The cunt-splashing? Apparently not. Lucky you. Soma went on to say, "Your roommate was making Rainbow Terrine. That brings back memories, doesn't it?"
"Y-yes!" Megumi exclaimed. Given her tongue was leaving her mouth, she definitely didn't. Sorry Soma. "I remember! I remember!"
"Damn, you seem more hyped about it than me." Soma let out a chuckle. You let out a small groan as your cock throbbed. You were getting close. Maybe in a minute or two—
"It's a—meat!"
"Meat?"
"Very big meat! B-bigger than yours!" Megumi let out a whimper. "I-I mean, like—mmmph! Gah! L-like, er...."
"Huh? Are you alright, Megumi? What are you trying to say?"
Megumi was panicking. Fuck, even you were beginning to panic. This was getting too close for comfort. You should have known Megumi was equipped for this level of sex. Did you make a mistake?
"I-I'm a little sick from showering! U-um! Oh! Oh~! Remember the Rainbow Terrine we made against Kojirō Shinomiya in my first Shokugeki? I-I add meat to it! Big meat!"
Her cunt clamped down on you hard, as if trying to prove you wrong. You smiled. 'Okay, I see how it is.'
Then let your hips and cock do their thing. Megumi's laboured panting became louder and she experienced another orgasm. Her legs were shaking at this point and yet you kept going.
Soma, on the other hand?
"Oh, really? Interesting!" Soma's enthusiasm returned, his suspicion all but gone. "What kind of meat?"
"I-it's much bigger...I mean, it's a long sausage!" Megumi gasped. Finally, she was focusing on talking to Soma, not that it was easy with your dick up in her deepest, most sensitive regions. It was like your cock was a homing missile that never missed. "Slice it up and surround the terrine with the slices!"
"Sausage, huh?" Soma went into a thinking pose—or so you assumed. Meanwhile, you were gripping Megumi's waist and pounding away. Not too hard, not too fast, but enough so that it would come out as a muffle through the door. "Hm, that's a good idea! Thanks, Megumi!"
Footsteps were heard again, this time in retreat.
Megumi sighed. So did you.
Hope had returned, particularly in your balls. Without wasting another second...
"Megumi," you called out, fingers momentarily shifting to grab her booty cheeks, "I am going to fuck your brains out."
...you began to fuck her as hard as you could.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
You spared nothing. Not a bit of strength was wasted. Even while you fucked her like a brutal deity, you had the humanity to lean on top of her body, hips still rocking, and whisper in her ears. "I'm going to do it inside and you're going to like it."
Megumi's eyes went wide. She shivered. She went agape. You shoved a hand in her open mouth, playing with her tongue, and waited for her to nod.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Unh! Unh! Mmmph Oh~! Oh~! Yes! Yes! Please!" Megumi begged deliriously. She was too far gone. She was broken. She was fucked. "Cum! Cum! Cum in me! Cum in meee~!"
So before your logical side kicked in, you grabbed her soft hips and shoved your cock like a bullet train. Clap!
Your balls clenched tightly and you filled her little hole to the brim. For you, it was a gentle heaven. A sigh of relief left you while your balls felt like they deflated. That wonderful, tender feeling that came from nutting, especially in a tight space. It was like no other.
For Megumi, it was a different kind of heaven. A white nirvana that could only come from a man that fucked a woman properly; that brought the woman to the brink of the otherworld to let her see that which only death could. A sight that Soma's little dick would never have been able to achieve.
Megumi knew that more than you did.
You sighed one last time, letting that tight cunt grip you. You felt her body tremble and shake, and you felt like you were fighting another force as you pulled out. Your outer lips latched onto you till the very end.
You wiped the sweat off your forehead. "We should get back to Soma," you suggested, slapping her ass. Cum splattered out from her hole due to the recoil.
"O-okay..." Megumi inhaled and exhaled, her hands using up the little strength it had left. She peered over her shoulder to look at you and your cock, and gulped. She loved it. She wanted more. However, Soma was here, so she couldn't.
Her pupils became hazy. She wasn't too upset. At the very least, she had your cum leaking out from her fucked entrance.
Soma didn't know it but Megumi Tadokoro belonged to you.
-x-X-x-
Ikumi Mito, the tanned busty bitch who specialized in meat. Sexy and stubborn, after her time in Totsuki Academy, she was busy making business moves. She, Yuki Yushino, and Etsuya Eizan made a joint meat distribution business with many of the former Polaris residents having signed on as culinary advisors. It would be a slow process but eventually she would make her name throughout Japan.
You were somebody wielding influence eclipsing even Mana Nakiri, the Bookmaster of the World Gourmet Organization, although nobody knew it. Erina Nakiri and Megumi Tadokoro, both world-class, influential chefs in their own right, were in your back-pockets. Your whores as you so unequivocally called them. Courage and Decora, first-class bookmen directly under Mana Nakiri, also bent at the sight of your cock. Even their student Anne served your whims when you commanded it. None of them knew they were connected through a secret network of yours–a web made of your cum and their juices.
Any one of them could raise or destroy a restaurant, regardless of its Michelin stars. They could prop up a business in any part of the food sector. And they didn't know it but they all served you. Meaning, if you wanted something to be done, you'd give them a creampie and they'd make it happen. Simple as that.
"So…enjoying yourself?"
Hearing your remark, Ikumi Mito snorted. Everybody knew how massive her tits were. They were literally larger than her head and she had no qualms in wearing skimpy outfits to display their size. Anyone hot-blooded individual would want to get their hands on those melons.
The wet slopping noise of her boobs around your cock was like music. Everytime she brought them up and down, covering your length entirely. Ikumi held her flesh mounds and squeezed your cock between them. Her tits were, again, massive–enough to completely submerge your cock in her pillowy embrace. Your tip peaked out from between her mammaries and sometimes poked her chin when she brought them up but otherwise you were in heaven.
You let out a low groan and said, "Good, good. Keep it up." You put a hand on her head, fingers through her golden strings. On the couch, casually flexing an air of domination, Ikumi could do nothing except service like a common worth. Her tanned complexion was pleasant to see as it hugged your cock. Smirking, you said, "I guess they call you the Meat General for a reason."
Ikumi smirked. "Yeah, there is. Watch this." In a move so fast it was nearly a blur, she brought out a bottle of lube, squirted it between her tits, and then began smothering your cock all over again but this time with much more flexibility. She was using her tits as if they were literal pillows, molding them around the girth of your cock, focusing on particular regions. She wasn't just good, she was great. Your fingers tightly gripped her head.
Your hips bucked. Your cock twitched and lurched desperately. For a moment, Ikumi stopped as the tip of your cock once again escaped the mountain climb that was her cleavage.
"Holy shit, your cock is…" Ikumi trailed off, swallowing, eyes staring at the glans poking out. You exhaled, taking the time to recover, and could tell what she was thinking.
"Bigger than your Soma's?"
"Yes," she responded immediately, before realizing what she said. "H-huh? N-no! Don't be stupid. Soma is…he's…"
She bit her bottom lip. You already knew the truth, however. You had seen it from the moment she saw your cock. You were much bigger than the redhead, it wasn't even close. In fact, it was such a vast disparity it gave Ikumi pause, like right now.
Ikumi and Soma had slept together once, according to Megumi. It was an accident formed from alcohol and desperation but it did indeed happen. Soma didn't recall much of it but Ikumi allegedly did. She crushed on Soma hard and confided in Megumi on whether or not she should further their relationship. Perhaps tell Soma about her feelings. Unfortunately, whatever advice Megumi gave would be for naught as Soma skipped town without a word.
His actions left her confused and wanting. She knew Soma didn't skip town because of the sex–he did it because he was a stupid, overeager chef and he couldn't sit still. Even so, there was a bad taste in her mouth after the whole ordeal. That was probably why her titjob was top-notch. She was planning to impress tiny-dick Soma Yukihira with it.
But her love life wasn't the only thing she was struggling with. Her meat venture was declining. Sure, she had friends in high places but her company was slowly getting overtaken by a rival company from outside Japan.
You, however, had connections. You could hit up the W.G.O and ask them to sponsor her. You told Ikumi as much and she offered to give her services as payment.
A titjob.
It was an opportunity you did not want to miss.
"I'm cumming!" You announced with a low grunt. Ikumi's eyes went wide as you fired off a second too late. White pearly strings shooting her chin, tainting her dark complexion. Ikumi quickly went to suck on your tip, drinking down your sperm. You throbbed and throbbed while she sucked and sucked.
You swore under your breath as your balls emptied themselves. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were tempted to jerk your cock into your throat. You decided not to after realizing you only had a few weak spurts left.
Your cock plopped out of her mouth, twitching and spasming as it softened and retreated into her cleavage. Some of your spunk spilled onto her tits and made a mess. Ikumi looked up at you, eyes dazed and clouded in arousal, the bridge of her mouth dripping with your seed.
"Is this…" Ikumi swallowed it. "...good enough for Rindo Kobayashi's help? You said you knew her?"
You licked your lips and said, "I do."
Right now, however, the red bombshell was the furthest thing from your mind. Ikumi Mito, the big-titty dark-skinned meat chef, was sitting in front of you naked from the waist up, heavy knockers seemingly carrying your cum. Again, you licked your lips. You were going to rip those tiny military shorts off of her and fuck her silly.
Ikumi Mito was yours, after all.
***
The beach was a wonderful place to relax. Soft sand comforting the feet, a breeze coming from the oceanside, and weather that remained stagnant. For Ikumi Mito, it was a wonderful place to conduct business. Her specialty in meat excelled in particular environments. One of those environments was, of course, the beach. She partnered with Tōtsuki Resort and opened up a restaurant on Okinawa Island.
Alas, things weren't going so well. The beach itself overestimated how many people came to visit, thus establishing them with low rates of sales.
Ikumi didn't give up, however. She knew that if people wouldn't come to the beach, then she would convince them with food. She would have customers lining up for a sliver of the barbeque.
That too didn't go so well. People weren't that obsessed with barbecue, especially when it could be made by a five-star chef like Rindo Kobayashi. That left Ikumi in a predicament that she could not escape from
She turned to you.
Okinawa BBQ was set on a portion of the beach overlooking the absolute best views. Each table was offered an umbrella and two chairs.
You sat at one of these tables, sipping a glass of lemonade. Through a pair of thick black sunglasses, you looked over to your little servant.
Big tìts held back a green military bra, a tanned complexion, a smooth stomach, wide hips and a thicc booty hidden underneath a pink skirt, and you got Ikumi Mito. Her cheeks went slightly red as she felt your gaze and she swiftly turned around, carrying a mug and a plate on her way. She humphed and went to wash the plates and mug too.
'Her restaurant is in such a dire state that Ikumi herself is serving. No profit means no employees, which means the boss has to do everything, from serving to doing the dishes.' The smile on your face waned. 'How sad.'
Ikumi would eventually come back to confront you. In fact, you counted on it, ordering another glass of lemonade in the meantime. He looked over to the beautiful beach in your view. The scent of the ocean alongside the sight of women in tight bikinis was lots of fun.
'Though in terms of cup size, none come close to Ikumi. She's…what? A G-cup? 35-22-35? What a slutty body.'
Ten minutes later, as the restaurant thinned out, Ikumi jogged over to him. She undid the pink apron, revealing military green bottoms that matched her top. Her sex appeal was off the charts, being accentuated by her massive tits, a narrow waist, wide hips, and short blonde hair that oozed an erotic tomboy personality. To some, she had no discernable flaws. You were inclined to agree with that sentiment.
"Hey! You said Rindo would come soon!" Ikumi leaned forward, hands on her hips, her melons wobbling left and right. If it weren't for your sunglasses, she would have immediately noticed your perversion.
"Don't worry, Rindo will be here. She was in Brazil so I had to book her a flight. She's flying as we speak." Sip. The lemonade was unexpectedly tangy. "Oh, also, I'm having officers from the WGI come in too. You satisfy their bellies and everything should be smooth sailing."
"R-really?" Ikumi put her arms under her breasts. "You'd do that for me?"
"We made a deal, didn't we? I intend to make you the Queen of BBQs." If you were any other man, it would be an exaggeration. It wasn't. You had your hands in every corner of the gourmet world. Your dick had been in so many important holes that it might as well have been regarded as a delicacy on its own.
"That's…" Her tanned cheeks went red. "Thank you."
Shy Ikumi was best Ikumi. She was like a whole new person.
So seeing her go from a soft blush to beet red was also amazing.
"Nikumi!"
Ikumi froze in place. That voice, those hurried steps…she whipped her head and saw Soma Yukihira, her crush. The redhead that started it all for her wearing a cool smile and blue-white swim trunks.
Ikumi looked back to you, whispering, "D-did you set this up?"
"How and why would I do that? I'm powerful, but I'm not a god and I especially don't have control over the legendary Soma Yukihira."
Although you weren't lying, you weren't telling the truth. You didn't invite him here but you were certainly aware of his presence on the island.
The footsteps stopped as Soma entered their space. He flashed Ikumi a charming smile. "Nikumi, hey, long time no see."
Nikumi—a nickname that combined her name, Ikumi, and the Japanese word Niku, meaning meat. Quite creative, you had to admit. Soma had a penchant for that sort of thing.
"S-Soma," Ikumi stammered out. "It's, ah, nice to see you."
She said they had accidentally slept together. Judging by Soma's easy-going smile, he either didn't remember or didn't care. Either or, it must have sucked for the tanned maiden.
"Hey, it's you." Soma sent you a wave. "Erina's guest guy or whatever. Nice to see you again."
You remembered Erina's moans, how she secretly sucked your dick in front of Soma and Hisako Arato, and the way she looked over the school as you pounded her doggy-style. A smile crept up.
"You too, man. I hope your journey has been going well?"
Soma rolled his shoulders. "Eh, could be better. Everybody is always so busy."
"It happens," you replied.
A beat passed where no one spoke. Ikumi was too shy, Soma was oblivious, and you didn't have anything to say.
That was until a mysterious figure came behind Soma and yanked his swim trunks down.
Soma Yukihira blinked and saw in real time as his penis bounced out to society.
"H-huuuuh?"
Her expression said it all: tinytinytinytiny!
"Soma's penis is tiny!"
Still sitting on your chair, blinking, you were as amused as you were embarrassed for Soma. You caught a glimpse of the figure responsible—a young local prankster no more than sixteen years old. He laughed as he ran off, his little band of friends to the far side joining in on the fun.
Soma was an acorn. You had believed Megumi Tadokoro to be exaggerating but no: the blue-haired woman had done it justice. Excruciatingly tiny balls contained in a scrunched-up sack, a penis that was comprised solely of glans, and absolutely no sense of self-awareness.
Soma stood there for a solid ten seconds, glancing between himself, Ikumi, you, and the kid responsible. "Eh?"
The wind was like the cherry on top. His red hair shifting, his eyes blinking in confusion, and his exposed manhood. It wasn't that cold, so how could it be that small? Unless this was the extent of his manhood. Unless this was what he showed to Megumi Tadokoro and and in Shokugekis when he was hit by a stripping impulse.
'It's better to say he lacks a dick,' you thought, laughing in your head.
Tiny. Tiny, tiny, tiny. It was tiny and Ikumi knew. No, she had seen it and hadn't grasped Soma's lack of cock meat till now.
The kids had been smart. People were spread out thin across the sandy beach, so Soma managed to keep most of his dignity. Besides Ikumi, three huddled women caught a glimpse of his acorn dick. They laughed, they giggled, they pointed, and they moved on.
"Oh my god, did you see that?"
"I thought he looked kinda hot. Hots can't make up for a tiny dick."
"Ooh, he does look famous, doesn't he? Should we take pics?"
Despite their giggles and comments, they walked away.
The stunned Ikumi finally ripped her gaze from her crush's meagre cock and yelled at the boy responsible for the prank. "Hey, you! I know you! I remember your face! Don't ever come back here again!"
A fist shaking and her cheeks red, her shouts were shrugged off by the boys. Not only was Ikumi too far away but the boys were simply having too much fun. They drowned in laughter and chanted across the beach.
"Tiny dick, tiny dick~!"
"Don't make fun of him!"
Ikumi was fuming, though past her exterior shell, she was also embarrassed. Her crush had an unsatisfyingly small penis.
Behind her, Soma put his swim trunks back on. He really didn't care, his response amounting to, "Come on, Nikumi, it was just a prank."
She didn't turn back, unable to look at Soma. She gritted her teeth, her gaze flicking to you as if you had a hand in this. You didn't. This was just a happy coincidence.
"Anyway, I only came here to say hi," Soma said. At long last, Ikumi turned to face him. Unfortunately, her eyes struggled to stay on his face, often going down to his crotch and the acorn hidden underneath.
"O-only a hi?"
"Yep. There's another resort on the other side of the island. I'm going there to learn something." Soma attempted to charm her with his usual smile. It didn't work. "See ya!"
Soma ran off after that. You didn't think someone could be more oblivious to a woman's feelings.
Well, after today, he wouldn't have to. You were planning to take Ikumi Mito all for yourself, not just her body but her heart too.
Considering his dense nature and tiny dick, it wasn't going to be that hard—
"H-hey!" Ikumi turned to you, flushing. "I know you're making fun of Soma!"
You raised a brow. "About what?"
Her cheeks went redder. "You know what!"
You put a fist to her cheek, amused. "Please, educate me."
"Size isn't everything!" Ikumi yelled. "It isn't! Meat is…meat is supposed to be about quality!"
"Uh-huh." Your lemonade was empty and your balls ached from her wobbling titties. "The gourmet world is all about new experiences. Like finally sucking a cock that's bigger than your pinky."
Ikumi was taken aback. "W-what?"
"Let's go." You stood up and carefully tucked your chair in. "Remember the deal?"
"That's…" Despite her previous constraints, right now, Ikumi seemed ready. Her gaze averted from you but you could feel the coiled up tension and her wet, quivering lips.
You took two steps forward, mounted your hands onto her bootylicious rear, and kissed her. Her ass cheeks were wonderfully soft and thicc, and her lips eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Her G-cup mammaries went up against your chest as Ikumi held onto you like her hero.
"Mm…" Breaking apart, her eyes begged for more—and she knew she would get it.
After all, your trunks were straining from your erection, reaching a size Soma could only dream of. You were lucky the resort and, by extension, the restaurant was thinned out like it was. Otherwise, the public display of affection would have broken a law or two.
The two of you dived in for another quick kiss before breaking apart and going elsewhere. There was a rock to the east of the island where no one went. It would be the perfect place to fuck.
On the way, her arm was around your waist while you were groping her ass. Your fingers didn't play around, incessantly squeezing for that delectably soft flesh.
A thicc, brown ass. In Japan, it was an anomaly. A happy anomaly.
Ikumi bit her lip, though offered no protests or complaints. She loved being manhandled like this. She loved that her body which had been leered at and lusted over by thousands was finally being pleasured. You sensed her appreciation and released her left cheek for a few seconds.
Spank!
Ikumi let out a tiny gasp as your hand returned for a meaty slap. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Your fingers waited for the waves of her ass cheeks to disappear before returning to knead the soft booty cheek.
Ikumi was so glad you were here with her.
"Mmmhh!"
Upon reaching the rock, you pushed Ikumi into a kiss that she did not resist. She was a romantic type and she loved making out and feeling the taste of your saliva. She loved everything about you, from your power to your personality, despite her history with Soma. There was a reason she came to you for help. She trusted you. She thought of you as an authority figure.
"Mwah…" Heavy breathing enused when the kiss went for its break. Ikumi's back was to the rock, her emerald green eyes hazy with lust. Her hand stroked your cock through the fabric, her lips muttering, "Please…"
You pecked her on the cheek and stepped backward. Neither you nor Ikumi could hold off any longer. You dropped your swim trunks and let your erection spring out.
"Ah…" Her reaction? The complete and total opposite to Soma's dick. Where she felt embarrassed, shy, and defensive at the sight of Soma's pathetic manhood, she fully embraced your size and shape. Where she felt hopeless and confused with Soma, she was happy and eager with you, her hand going down to stroke the underside of your shaft.
"So much longer," Ikumi muttered. Slow stroke after slow stroke, your cock throbbed wildly. It wanted more and Ikumi was happy to feed it whatever was necessary as she dropped to her knees.
"Mwah!" To start off, she gave the tip of your cock a juicy kiss. Whatever its size was, it was certainly leagues ahead of Soma. There was no comparison, your cock was longer, fatter, and much more appealing. Whether it was size or aesthetics, you took the cake and ate it, and she wanted to celebrate that fact.
You clenched your fist as Ikumi parted open your lips. Get ready for—
"Ngh!"
Ikumi Mito was the goddess of meat. It didn't matter how big or small you were, she was able to take you to base.
Her cute green eyes looked up at you, wondering if she was doing okay. "You're doing more than okay," you said in one large breath. "You're amazing. Keep doing it…!"
She did. Ikumi was loyal to a fault, but when it came to sucking dick, that loyalty was a huge benefit. Her persistence made her keep bobbing her head up and down, up and down. Even when most ladies would consider a break, Ikumi didn't.
Up and down, up and down. All the while never breaking eye contact. All the while always considering your feelings and expressions above everything else.
She specialized in deepthroating and titjobs. Swirling tongue or specific thrusts in the throat, Ikumi did not care for that. She did not commit to it.
She did what she did best—swallowing cock whole.
You could feel the pressure building up inside you as Ikumi's talented throat continued to work its magic. The tightness was insane, more than any pussy you had been inside.
You felt the pressure build up inside of your balls, tightening like a corkscrew, yet Ikumi's eyes never left yours. Her lips were wrapped tightly around your cock, and her throat was working to take in every inch of you.
At the last push, when her lips were at the tip of your cock, her tongue swirling around the head of your dick. A sudden change yet it only made the blowjob more intense.
Your expression twisted. Below you were loyal eyes and loyal tits. It was just so hot. Ikumi, who had once sealed her heart for Soma, was now your personal glory hole.
You tried to hold on for as long as possible, but eventually, it became too much. With a grunt, you grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her down your cock. In that instant, you came hard into her throat. Ikumi had expected this yet still went wide-eyed. You felt the muscles in her neck contract as she swallowed every drop of your cum. It was an intense experience that left you feeling both drained and exhilarated.
Ikumi pulled away from you. Her satisfied smile was slick with your cum. "Did I do okay?" she asked.
With one hand, you slapped your hard cock on her cheek. "You're doing amazing so far, but the job isn't done yet."
Ikumi licked her lips, gaze infatuated with your rock-hard member. "I know." She swallowed hard as she moved her head back to stare at your cock. "Mwah!"
One last kiss. She gave one last, loving kiss to her favourite meat in the world.
Your cock went into a frenzy following her kiss and the visual of her turning around, bending over, and spreading her bikini bottoms aside for her sopping wet pussy. Throb, throb, throb. Her eyes, green and lusty, were accompanied by a coy smile. She mouthed, "Do it."
The reservation, the shyness—all of it was gone. In its place was the Meat General who longed for your cock, who wanted you to show her what Soma was missing.
CLAP!
You didn't waste time. Your member slipped inside her, eliciting an inaudible gasp, and you slammed into her. "Ah~!" Your hands on her hips, pelvis to her round ass cheeks, cock fully sheathed inside her hole, and her back arching, it was the second picture-perfect view of the day. The day that you conquered Ikumi Mito. The day that your cock was wholly embraced by her tight walls, permanently shaping themselves in its likeness and discarding the old flame that was Soma Yukihira.
Ikumi was gasping for air, the sudden size catching her off-guard. She peered over her shoulder, smiling like a whore, begging you to give her a moment to recuperate.
"P-please…!"
"It's Soma's fault for not fucking your hard enough." Your fingers dug into her sides while your hips withdrew. Her mouth went agape as her deepest, most sensitive zones suddenly felt empty. No, no, no, she wanted it back.
And you would give it back.
"I'm just—"
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
"—bringing you up—"
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
—to speed!"
Her expression went full-on crazy. A whore-ish face that caused her tongue to stick out, her eyes to roll back, and her smile to become sheer, undaunted delight. She loved it. She loved her cock. She loved your taunting and your lessons.
"Thaank yoooou~! Oh~! Oohhh~! Mmmph~! Gah~!" Slam! Slam! Slam! Your hips were unrelenting as your cock returned to her juicy cunt again and again without stopping. From an outsider's perspective, your hips were a blur. Of course they were, this was the smoking hot half-Japanese babe, Ikumi Mito. What man wouldn't fuck her brains out?
'Apparently not Soma,' you thought to yourself.
"Dick! Dick! I love dick!"
You grinned. "Call it cock!"
"Cock," Ikumi corrected, her voice between a moan and a gasp. "Cock! Cock, cock, cock! Cockcockcockcock~! I love cock! Cock! Keep giving it to meeee~!"
You bet you would.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
"Ah~! Ah~! Oooh~! Mmmph! Nnnggggh~!" Ikumi threw her head back and howled. "I'm cumming!"
Her first orgasm of the day—and it was a harsh one. Her knees nearly buckled and she slobbered like an animal in heat. Her body and mind really were built for sex work. Some would say it was a shame she invested her time into cooking. You didn't. A woman with fun hobbies and fun sex was better than just fun sex alone.
You were lost in your thoughts, your body moving on instincts as you clapped that suntanned ass. Her cunt suddenly clamped down and you were brought back to reality.
"Cuuummming again~!"
"A second orgasm already? Damn, Soma really must have not have fucked you properly." You leaned forward, body on top of hers, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry though. After this, you won't even remember his name."
Your thrusts became slower due to the position, but the seductive closeness of your voice sent chills down her spine. Ikumi was hot and sexy, but her romanticism was also cute. The blushes, the stammering, and the wobbling tits were each a part of her charm. Together, they made her who she was—Ikumi Mito, the Meat General that hated modesty, loved romance, was an expert in cock sucking, and was a sensitive mess in bed.
"Mmm, these are so fucking soft," you commented, your hands groping her breasts. All this time, the melons had been bouncing to and fro. The green top containing her G-cups was truly a work of art. A miracle holding up a pair of breasts that thousands of men had salivated over—that wanted it to malfunction and come off.
It never happened, till now.
Now, they were within your grasp. Now, you were able to slip the bikini off and let her tits bounce out.
'So soft!' Your fingers seeped into them as if they were pillows. But more importantly, your hands were too small to completely cup them.
"Beautiful," you muttered, both fucking and groping her. "You're so beautiful, Ikumi."
Her face couldn't have been redder. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her blush mixed with the frenzy of sex as your fingers pinched her nipples and you fucked her. It was a two-pronged assault that she couldn't handle.
Another orgasm crashed down on her. The third, the fourth, the five, and she counted every single one of them. She wanted you to know that you were bringing her pleasure.
"Ah~! Ah~! God! God, it's so good!" She was beginning to adapt, her neck twisting as her lips chased after you. You accepted, your bodies and love becoming one. "Your cock…" Ikumi gasped for air after breaking the kiss. Your hands were still fondling her titties and your cock was still pistoning in and out of her. She orgasmed again. "...is the ONLY one for me! Your cock is—nnngh~! Everythiiiing~!"
You smiled, your hands squeezing her pillowy tits one last time, and went upright. Once again, her beautiful form was laid out in front of you. Her bronze ass cheeks glistening in sweat, her pussylips stretching around your cock, and her back arching desperately for your attention. All of it was for you.
You licked your lips. Bent over like this, her head looking over her shoulder, your cock throbbed madly inside her. You wanted more. You wanted to rearrange her insides as if she was your pussy sleeve.
You wanted those tits and that ass for yourself.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
You were better than Soma Yukihira.
You didn't need to prove that fact, it just was. The chain of orgasms Ikumi was experiencing and her inexperience with it told volumes. Soma had barely made her cum once. You were teetering on twenty.
"W-wait! I need—" Gasp, orgasm, and moan. With Ikumi, it was all so simple. "Mmmph! Fuuuck~!"
"What's wrong?"
Ikumi mewled, her lips pressed together yet drool escaping. "Cumming! Cumming~! CUMMING~!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust. Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
"Soma's dick was so damn small, I almost thought he came back from an ice-cold swim." You sighed and suddenly stopped thrusting. Ikumi's heavy panting filled the air, as did your casual remarks. You said you fucked him once. How was it? Am I better?"
"Haaah…haaahh….mmmm…" Ikumi didn't speak. Whether she was breathless for it didn't matter, he wanted an answer. You slowly unsheathed your cock, letting the delectable inches leave her trembling cunt. Every inch caused a gasp and desperation.
"W-wait! Don't go!"
"Answer my question then," you said. "What was better? That fated night with Soma or this?"
"Haaah…nnnghh…" Ikumi didn't look back at you. There was guilt but there was also something else. "I…I just…I don't…"
Only the tip of your cock remained. Ikumi inhaled and exhaled, gathering her demeanour, and swallowed.
"I'll say it! I'll say it, okay!" Ikumi's face turned over to you. She was grinning. Her pupils had turned into hearts and a husky breath left her. "Soma'a cock is tiny! Sex with you is so much better!"
You were getting revved up again. Inch by inch, you eased yourself inside her. You didn't go all out, you waited for her to continue and prodded her with a simple question:
"So much better?"
"Sooo much better!"
There it was. That was all she needed to say.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
You began to thrust into her, each movement causing her to moan loudly. Ikumi had already cum over a dozen times today and you knew she was on the brink of another orgasm. You aimed for twenty-five. You aimed for complete, total domination.
"So, Ikumi," you said with a smirk on your face. "Do you want it inside?"
"I-inside? Gah~! Mmmph!"
You continued pumping into her ass, relishing in the feeling of fullness and power. "A creampie or cumshots on your back. Remember, that was a part of the deal—you get to choose, Ikumi."
Ikumi's breathing became ragged as she tried to respond but all that came out were gasping noises. Her body was arching up and down with each thrust while trying not to lose control.
"It's your choice," you said in a sing-song tone, not letting up on the pace or intensity of your thrusts. Back-shots, back-shots, back-shots. Ikumi was delirious yet still able. She considered her options. She considered the cock pumping in and out of her.
"Mmmph! Ah~! Aaah~! Ahh~! Gghnnnh~!" She gnawed on her lip, thinking through the ecstasy. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for an answer, Ikumi managed to get out a muffled response between gasps of air. "Do it! Inside!"
"Inside? You got it!"
With one final deep thrust, you felt the orgasm you had been building explode. You went balls-deep, pushing all other thoughts aside as your cock emptied itself into Ikumi's waiting womb. Spurt, spurt, spurt! You gave it everything you had and much more. You came as much as you could. You swore you broke a personal record because even Ikumi felt it.
"I looove it~! Keep cumming! Keep cumming!"
Her howls echoed throughout the semi-deserted beach. Her suntanned complexion was mesmerising to watch as the sun's rays shone on it. Combined with those squished ass cheeks against your pelvis and voila! You had another picture for the books.
Your balls ached as you wrung yourself dry. Sighing, your fingers still latched to her hips, you withdrew. While her cunt was desperate to keep you inside, you needed to leave.
Pop!
You cum and her juices gushed out upon exit. Ikumi let out a whimper, her massive tits wobbling as she vehemently tried to catch her breath.
You wiped the sweat off your forehead, smiling. Her quivering hands on the rock, her legs trembling and her thoroughly creampied cunt gushing with your thick seed, there was no way around it.
Ikumi Mito was fucking yours.