Handle the Sauce Carefully, or It'll Splash Your Face
If you don't handle the sauce bottle carefully, it might splash your face.
What was I supposed to do, exactly…
Erina sat kneeling at my feet, looking up at me with my cock right in front of her face.
And that same Erina was staring up at me with a genuinely clueless expression, waiting for an answer.
My cock was already standing stiff and proud — no warm-up required.
"For starters… try taking it in your hand?"
"Ah, yes, Professor!"
The moment the order left my mouth, Erina's small hand shot out and seized my cock in a firm grip.
"Ghk."
The sudden sensation of another person's touch through the skin of my cock — no, a girl's touch — dragged a sharp breath straight out of me.
"Professor…? Are you all right?! D-did I grab it too hard…?!"
I'd been worried I'd just made a complete fool of myself in front of a student.
But Erina, for her part, was so focused on the cock she was seeing for the first time in her life that she seemed to have written off my little display as nothing more than a brief flinch.
Even so, the way she looked up at me with genuine concern — worried her grip might be wrong, that she might have done something incorrect — made me think, once again…
She really was a good-hearted kid.
Still, she seemed to have enough sense to realize this was a sensitive part of the body. Looking thoroughly flustered, Erina eased the pressure in her hand, adjusted her hold more gently, and began stroking me the way you might soothe a child.
"…Oh."
This is… pretty nice in its own way…
At the pleasant sensation, it grew even tighter and stiffer than before — and Erina, unable to hide her awe, asked,
"W-why is it trying to get even bigger?!"
"…Ahem. For now, just keep holding it like that and stroke it up and down — like you're caressing it, or gently shaking it—"
Sliiide— slide—
"Like… this?"
Erina's slender, pretty hand curled around my cock and swept over it in a soft, rhythmic motion.
Slide— slide.
Sliiide—
"Mmm… you're doing well."
"Really?"
"For a first try, your learning curve is impressive — your ability to adapt, you could say…"
Ordinarily, when the other person is a different sex and you're handling someone else's body for the first time, finding the right feel is anything but easy.
Granted, a few minutes had already passed, and I'd thrown in a handful of small coaching tips along the way — so that was part of it. Even so.
I had to admit her comprehension was excellent.
"Professor."
"Hm?"
"Earlier you said… to solve the problem, you needed to relieve something called sexual desire. When does that end, exactly?"
Sliiide, slide.
"Ah… that?"
Shhk— shhk— shhkshhkshhk— sliide—
"Yes!"
Erina asked, eyes shining.
Well, of course. A girl stuck sitting there alone, clinging to a single stick and shaking it for minutes on end — her arms would be getting tired, and it'd be boring and tedious with nothing else going on.
But.
"Beats… me?"
"What?"
Erina looked thoroughly flustered, as if she couldn't quite believe her own ears.
…Look. Of course it felt good having a girl stroke me with her hand.
Honestly, I felt like I could come any second.
If it were only a matter of how I felt, that is.
But when that feeling just kept stretching on for minutes…
Why I wasn't coming was the question I wanted to ask myself.
It kept hovering right on the edge — almost there, almost there — stuck at the tip, as if the climax couldn't quite push past the finish line. Something was missing.
Ah… what was this?
Leaving Erina to keep shaking my cock like that was starting to feel apologetic — almost like I was imposing on her.
Siiigh…
"Hey, Erina?"
"Ah, yes, Professor."
"Mm… your hand feels good, don't get me wrong."
How was I supposed to put this…
Should I even say it?
Would it be okay?
"Yeees."
Shhkshhkshhk—
Even while we talked, Erina kept her hand wrapped around my cock, diligently working it up and down.
Ah, to hell with it.
Just spit it out!
"It feels good… but something decisive is missing, I guess?"
"…What?"
At the word decisive, Erina flinched and her hand stopped.
Only for a moment, though. After that brief pause she was already back at the repetitive motion.
"Sorry. It's not that your skill is lacking…"
"Yeees…"
"It's more like… a man's body is just that way. To relieve sexual desire, you kind of have to engage all five senses. Sight and touch especially play a big role… The problem is,"
In short: not enough eye candy.
Like plating a meal to stimulate the appetite, or starting with an appetizer to set the mood.
But the handjob I was getting from Erina right now was… how to put it.
Like ignoring all of that completely, dumping the main course onto any old plate, and trying to force-feed it?
So even the most delicious food could catch in your throat and refuse to go down.
No. I knew. I was being a spoiled brat about this.
A girl was volunteering to hold my cock in her hand and make me feel good, and instead of being grateful I was complaining.
But this was how the body I currently inhabited was responding — what was I supposed to do about it…
The tactile side was covered by Erina's hand, so I could more or less lump that together and call it fine.
But if there was nothing for the eyes to lock onto and say that's it…
I needed more of a woman's bare skin, boldly exposed.
That was what was missing.
"You mean the visual stimulation is insufficient. I understand."
With that, the hand that had been holding my cock went straight for the front of her school uniform blouse.
Pop. Pop-pop.
Poof—
She undid the buttons one by one and flung the front of the blouse open without hesitation. Two smooth, pure white mounds of breast spilled free of the white fabric — not a single blemish on them.
She was still wearing the upper half of her uniform, and yet both breasts hung bare outside the clothes…
That's incredibly aggressive.
Erina's breasts had a teardrop shape, and weight to match — but right at the peak of each, a small oval of pale pink areola rose shyly, giving them a look that was somehow cute and lewd at the same time.
So this was what the real thing felt like…
This was an actual woman's chest…
They looked firm enough from the outside, yet the moment you took them in hand they'd sink into your palm and fingers, reshaping themselves around your grip and threatening to spill free.
If just looking was like this, what would they feel like to actually touch?
Without realizing it, I reached out and gently filled one hand with the breast on my left.
Squeeze.
Knead.
Khhhaaa… just as I'd expected — supreme texture. The second I touched them my fingers sank into the soft flesh,
and yet it wasn't completely mushy either. There was a certain firm resistance to them, plus that springy cushion — pure paradise.
I could spend the rest of my life just groping these.
"P-Professor?!"
…Ah. Damn. I hadn't meant to.
"Sorry, Erina. Your breasts are so beautifully shaped I just… acted without thinking."
"Please don't say embarrassing things like that…"
"…Right."
"And… grabbing them out of nowhere with no warning… is startling, you know…?"
"Got it…"
So she did know how to be embarrassed…
And yet she'd pulled her breasts right out of her clothes without a second thought.
"Then… shall I start again?"
"Hm?"
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she cupped both of her breasts and spread them slightly apart for a moment.
"Hup."
She seemed about to simply enclose my cock between them — and then she went further, folding the two soft mounds together and trapping my cock right in the middle.
"Wha…"
Khk.
The absurd softness against my cock, combined with the pressure of Erina's hands…
That heavenly combination made the soft flesh surrounding my shaft squirm and rub wildly along the pillar. For a second I thought my consciousness was going to fly clean out of my head.
"Actually, I'd noticed you keeping glancing toward my chest this whole time…
I thought maybe you'd like it if I showed you. …It is a little embarrassing, baring my skin like this, though."
"But thinking to put my cock between bare breasts — where did you even learn something like that…"
I hadn't asked for it, which only made it more surprising.
"Ah, this… while I was stroking your cock with my hand, I got the feeling you were getting bored pretty quickly."
"…Bored, huh."
More or less right… or at least not entirely wrong.
"And I was starting to feel a little tired from the repetitive motion myself, so I wondered if wrapping it in something this soft might feel better — if you might like it. Looks like I was right?"
"Khhhk… you clever little…"
That thoughtfulness was so endearing that praise came out of me on its own.
"Then, um… would it be all right if I hoped for extra credit?"
"Absolutely not."
If I started handing Erina extra credit for this, it would turn into something about pillows and all that…
Something outright illegal.
Academics had to stay fair.
"Tch… I was joking anyway. I wasn't expecting it, and I'll keep going even without it!"
"Urgh."
Before she'd even finished speaking, strength flooded into the two breasts wrapped around my shaft as she tried sweeping them up and down — and a grunt tore out of me unbidden.
"Honestly… this is a little hard to move, though? It doesn't slide very well."
Even so, Erina's breasts weren't exactly small, so the sheer volume of them meant that even with them pressed tight and only her hands doing the work, the sensation was already far better than the dry, monotonous feel of doing it myself.
But when flesh pressed against flesh — especially a man's genitals against a woman's chest — the friction coefficient was always going to be lacking. It was bound to feel stiff and sticky.
"Men's and women's skin textures are a bit different too, so of course it'd be tight."
To be honest, I'd only just come back to my senses enough to realize that myself.
"Ah…! So we need lubrication."
"Yeah. Sandwiching a cock between breasts is a novel approach, but
without some oil to use as lube, it's not a technique you can really put to work."
I was starting to think we'd have to go back to her hands — though at least that way I could keep enjoying Erina's breasts, which I still hadn't properly felt up enough — when she spoke up.
"Ah! Then how about this? Beheeh—…"
Erina opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and saliva spilled down from that small mouth, running along her tongue.
The string of spit quickly soaked into the cleft of her breasts and around the cock trapped between them.
No one had even told her how, and yet this kind of creative thinking just kept coming…
"There! That should be enough, right?"
Looking a little excited, she took both breasts in her hands and patted them — pat-pat — squeezing them in from the sides a few times so they jiggled on display.
"Professor! Don't you think it'll work now?!"
Slap.
"Wai—!"
When supreme pleasure hit without any warning whatsoever—
Erina's breasts lifted lightly once, then dropped straight back down, using my cock as their central axis, and slammed into the area around my seated body.
Was it because the lubrication problem was solved? It moved far more smoothly than before — no, now there was no resistance at all.
Even with two different people's skin pressed together, they slid against each other beautifully.
Knowing that all of this lubrication was Erina's saliva — her spit — made the strength in my lower body surge even harder.
…Kh.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her breasts, glossy with the saliva she'd let drip down, trapped my cock between them and continued their smooth up-and-down motion, working me like a piston.
Strictly speaking, only Erina's two breasts were moving up and down while I stayed still, so it was a little different from a true stroke — but still.
Watching those two heavy mounds rise and fall, constantly colliding with my body, looked almost like I was being struck over and over by some enormous soft bludgeon—
Squeeeelch, squelch, squelch. Squelch.
"How is it?"
Ah. This was definitely… the feeling…
Shhhhk— shhk, shhk. Shhhhk.
Squelch, squelch, squelch. Squeeeeelch. Squelch.
Every time the two breasts with my cock trapped in their cleft rose and then dropped to slap against my thighs, lewd wet sounds poured into both my ears.
"Erina… kh… w-wait a second…!"
If I came like this, my semen was definitely going to splash all over Erina…!
Why hadn't I thought of something so simple.
"Professor?"
Erina showed no sign of stopping. She held her breasts tight around my cock with both arms and hands, pumping them diligently up and down, and casually tossed a question my way.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Squelch, squerch, squeeelch. Squelch.
"Erina, cover it with your hands…!"
"What? Professor, what do you mean by— Kyaaah……!!"
I couldn't hold back the climax any longer. Semen shot free of my body's control and sprayed into the air.
Splurt!
After that single ejaculation, my head began spinning at high speed.
I stripped a student and… just what the hell did I do…?