A Light Daily Life (7)
The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room—thwack! thwup! thwup!—as the boy’s enormous cock plunged repeatedly into the honey-slick hole already overflowing with thick, creamy fluid. Each powerful thrust forced more of the viscous mixture to squirt out around his shaft, splattering messily onto the floor.
At the same time, the elegant woman gripping the edge of the desk and rocking her hips back and forth in fluid, practiced motions let out sweet, delirious cries of ecstasy.
Her plump, juicy ass would sink under its own weight, only to be slammed upward again and again by the young boy’s powerful hips. Each impact produced a crisp clap! clap! clap! and sent her soft flesh rippling and jiggling beautifully.
Her posture slowly collapsed as the panties and coffee-colored stockings that had been hooked around her thighs slid lazily down toward her ankles.
“You’re squeezing me so much tighter today, Idrien. I like it… Yes. What an excellent meat toilet you are…!”
Every time he slammed roughly into her from behind, Idrien’s prone body undulated like ocean waves. Her plump ass quivered violently while her platinum-blonde hair whipped wildly from side to side. Her massive breasts, tightly wrapped in her white dress shirt, swayed heavily back and forth with each thrust.
“You like being called a meat toilet? Idrien the meat toilet. I really like it… aah… the way you clench so tightly… kuh… kuh… I love it.”
Marei gripped the lewd beauty’s waist tightly as she eagerly pushed her ass back to meet his pistoning cock. Leaning forward, he drove his thick meat rod even deeper into the female professor’s pussy without mercy.
The once-proud, noble female teacher—now reduced to nothing but the pleasure of being fucked from behind, her hips the only thing allowed to move—shuddered in rapture. She was being violated by a cock far larger than anything a boy his age should possess, a monstrous meat club belonging to a child of a completely different race. The sheer taboo of it sent electric pleasure racing through every inch of her body.
This depraved elf, whose first and last master was this enormous cock that had claimed her every single day, thrust her hips back desperately. She ground her own womb against the tip of the young boy’s thrusting penis, moaning wildly.
The female professor who had once dreamed only of a forbidden love no one but her older sister could understand no longer felt any shame at having become a mere meat toilet. Instead, the humiliation only fueled her pleasure. Even as she was treated like a living onahole for the young boy, her face flushed crimson with ecstasy and her chin lifted high as her consciousness drifted away into pure carnal bliss.
Her soft platinum hair fluttered lightly with her own movements, then flew wildly through the air each time the boy slammed into her with all his strength, only to fall back across her graceful, curving body. Sweat already poured down her pure white forehead. Her dress shirt was soaked with the endless traces of her lust, clinging wetly to her skin. Her voluptuous ass—now nothing more than eye candy for the young boy—glistened with moisture as it collided with his lower belly, producing loud smack! smack! sounds while losing all semblance of its original shape.
The wetter and louder the squelching sounds from her honey pot became, the more greedily and tenderly her meat tunnel clenched around him. Marei responded by driving his hips even faster and deeper into the body of the female teacher who had memorized every inch of his cock.
Between the plump ass cheeks that spread wide and bounced upward with every collision against his pelvis, a pink, wrinkled chrysanthemum hole came into view. Without hesitation, Marei slid a finger between her flushed buttocks and pushed it inside.
“Ugh… You like it when I play with this hole too? You’re squeezing even tighter now, Idrien.”
The vaginal walls that had been gently massaging his swollen glans suddenly began to squeeze his cock with far greater force and speed, as if responding to the intrusion of their master’s finger in her rear.
Her arms and waist could no longer support her. She collapsed forward onto the desk, reduced to nothing but a trembling, gasping mess that bounced helplessly with every thrust of the young boy. Marei continued to ravage both of her holes without restraint, savoring the tight grip of her ass around his finger and the velvety softness of her pussy. Idrien’s body twitched uncontrollably, reacting violently to his every movement as she gushed pussy juice all over his pants.
“Why? You like your ass being played with? Hm? You like it when I press down like this?”
Her knees, which had been slightly bent, were now stretched straight. Every time the massive cock violated her lower belly and stabbed her cervix with a wet thump, she would instinctively try to lift herself onto her tiptoes—only for the boy’s firm grip on her waist to force her back down, rendering the effort meaningless.
Idrien’s slender waist arched like a bow as she reached orgasm with embarrassing ease. The older elf, with nothing to hold onto on the desk, clenched her fists tightly, her fingers twitching as she collapsed limply across the wooden surface.
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Seeing Idrien collapse with her cheek pressed against the desk, Marei simply reacted the way he had been “taught.”
“Idrien? Idrien? Did you cum already? What a naughty meat toilet, cumming without your master’s permission…”
-Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Splurt!
Her convulsing vaginal walls continued to milk his cock desperately, but Marei wanted to see her scream and cry even more.
“Uuu… ugh… huu… Haa… haa… haa…”
Idrien, lost in the blissful afterglow of an overwhelming orgasm that left her mind blank, had no idea what expression the cruel young boy behind her was wearing. She simply smiled faintly, satisfied by the heavy presence still buried deep inside her trembling belly.
“Idrien…? That won’t do. I’ll have to punish you properly.”
Though he didn’t think she could hear him, Marei muttered the words to justify his actions before pulling his cock completely out of the professor’s soaked depths.
-Sluuuuuuurp!
A thick torrent of love juice was scraped out along the flared ridge of his glans. At the same time, even more sticky fluid gushed violently from her gaping pussy. Idrien’s eyes flew wide open as she snapped back to consciousness.
“Aah… M-Marei… Put it back inside… I’ll squeeze you even tighter…”
“You came all by yourself without permission. That makes you a very bad meat toilet, doesn’t it, Idrien?”
“S-sorry… Should I call my sister? Or maybe Labella? I was bad… So please… punish me with that big cock again… Ngh… A-ah, not there… kuh…!”
Idrien, who had grown completely accustomed to being shared with at least two women at a time by the young boy, couldn’t even think about holding back. She could only blame herself for reaching climax so quickly. The thought of angering her beloved master—who filled her so perfectly—made her want to apologize. Why am I the one apologizing? Even as that thought crossed her mind, she was already begging for sex again like a bitch in heat.
Her body shuddered violently as she felt the massive presence slowly pushing between her ass cheeks once more.
“I’m going to use Idrien’s asshole this time. Is that okay?”
Idrien, who had completely forgotten her usual refined speech patterns, stammered nonsense as she desperately tried to feel that fullness inside her again. At the same time, the tip of the glans pushing into her ass—the same hole now used as a cum reservoir—drew a pained moan from her lips, followed by a strange, twisted pleasure that made her hips twitch uncontrollably.
Marei, as usual, pumped his load deep inside Idrien’s body without restraint. However, because he had emptied everything into her ass this time, he made the now heavily swollen elf perform a cleaning fellatio. He forced her to expel his semen onto the floor in a perverse display that barely allowed him to restrain his lust.
“Aah… ugh… It was really… wonderful, Marei.”
Idrien panted heavily while hugging the boy against her sweat-soaked dress shirt. The two of them lay together in a puddle of semen, but their complete disregard for hygiene during sex meant they simply rubbed their bodies together in the sticky mess, sharing warmth without a care.
“Idrien, this time…”
The young boy, surrounded by supreme female bodies that accepted every one of his sexual fantasies, would often demand new positions the moment they finished resting, as if trying to drain his near-infinite stamina. Although his meat toilets fulfilled his every spoken request, Marei had yet to ask for the truly perverted or obscene things he had seen in dirty manga and novels. Still, he was slowly beginning to request acts that could only be described as deviant.
Labella would happily spread her legs whenever she saw this side of him, while Ilien would praise him lavishly and use the opportunity to unleash the dark desires she kept hidden deep inside. Of course, the supreme women around him often took the initiative—wearing erotic outfits or striking lewd poses to train him—but Marei himself rarely made direct requests.
Because he had been thinking about asking her to wear black knee socks and masturbate for him, Marei called out to Idrien carefully.
“Hehe, why? What would you like me to do?”
“Well… black knee socks…”
Idrien listened attentively while gently stroking his cheek, her face filled with a deep smile that showed she was more than willing to do whatever the young boy desired…
-Ziiiiiiiiing~ Ziiiiiiiiiiiiing~
“Oh dear, it’s already time…”
“Idrien?”
The vibration coming from the sofa made Idrien sit up while still gently holding Marei. The boy’s face turned bright red as he clamped his mouth shut.
“We should wash up and get going. There’s somewhere we need to be. I really wanted to do it for you, but we have to leave right now. I’ll make it up to you later and do plenty, okay? Can you endure it just a little longer even if it hurts?”
Normally, Idrien would have used her hands, mouth, and every hole available to calm the boy’s raging erection and put him to sleep. But this time it seemed truly urgent. She simply washed his body with great care while he looked up at her with pleading, misty eyes.
“Idrien… just once…”
“No. Absolutely not. Just endure it for ten minutes. We’re taking the car. You can hold it, right?”
Even though Marei shook his head desperately, Idrien forced his still-hard cock—which refused to fit back into his underwear—into his pants, tightened the belt, and pulled his white dress shirt down as far as it would go in a desperate attempt to hide the boy’s excited lower half.
Idrien took his hand and practically dragged him along. The sight of her voluptuous ass and graceful waist swaying in front of him was too much. Marei couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her from behind and began grinding against her like a beast in heat.
“Aah, honestly…… Just with my mouth this once. Tell me if you’re about to cum. We can’t make a mess… You can’t do without me, right…?”
With a thoroughly satisfied expression, Idrien undid the pants she had just put on him, gave the swaying, massive cock a loud slap, and gazed at it with enchanted eyes before taking it into her mouth.
The appointment time was nearly upon them, but Idrien simply thought that being a little late wouldn’t matter. She greedily swallowed the young boy’s cock all the way to the back of her throat, the corners of her eyes crinkling with pleasure.
“S-sorry, Idrien.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. They’re probably more anxious than we are.”
Idrien smiled softly as she lightly turned the steering wheel. She glanced at her own smiling face in the rearview mirror and wondered when she had started smiling like this. She brought the car to a stop in front of their destination.
When she rolled down the window, a uniformed guard stood there with a sword and pistol strapped to both sides of his belt.
“Please present your identification.”
Even after seeing her face, the guard remained completely expressionless. Idrien let out a small, impressed “Oh~” and pulled out her Valter School faculty ID from her wallet.
“Miss Idrien Ksakru, you are approximately forty minutes later than the scheduled time…?”
“Why don’t you contact Director Labella again?”
The guard gave a small nod, took her ID, exchanged a few quiet words with another guard, then asked them to wait a moment before standing motionless in front of the gate like a statue once more.
“They call it the Audit Bureau, but it really lives up to the name, doesn’t it?”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing. Just that it doesn’t really suit your mother.”
Idrien glanced at the guards standing at the main gate with guns. Knights standing guard at a door—it was either because of that ill-tempered dragon’s excessive love for her granddaughter, or because the Audit Bureau was simply that important. Since Idrien had little interest in human politics, she casually erased the flood of information and analysis from her mind and gently brushed the boy’s cheek with the back of her hand.
“I-I think I suit my mother quite well, actually.”
“With Labella?”
In Idrien’s mind, Labella was nothing more than a perverted whore who had surrendered to lust and begged her own young son for his cock. Of course, before actually meeting her, she had been quite nervous after hearing rumors of a cold, ruthless demon. But now, she was simply another meat toilet in front of this boy. No, that wasn’t quite right. She and her sister were the boy’s wives, while Labella was more like a sex slave. That was probably more accurate.
A strange sense of victory welled up inside her. Idrien let out a long, hot breath and gave a small, triumphant snort.