Mikoto's Trembling Delights
I hadn't petted anyone much before, so I had no idea it could feel this good.
"Uhh... right there, it feels so good..."
Mikoto lay sprawled on the floor, utterly disheveled, savoring every stroke of my hand. I kept gliding my palm over her slightly protruding, plump belly, from top to bottom. As my hand rose, it brushed the soft swell of her underboob. As it descended, her pubic mound teased into view, barely concealed.
Her top was rolled up high, her skirt tugged dangerously low—just enough to hide her slit. When I stroked her sides, she let out the cutest little "eek," which was endlessly amusing. Tickling her chin or petting her hair drew out soft, contented laughs.
Stroking her belly again, I realized I could faintly feel the pulse beneath my fingertips. When I pressed down a bit harder, it throbbed more vividly. I lost myself in the sensation, until her moan snapped me out of it.
"Ugh..."
"Ah, sorry. Did that hurt?"
"When Oppa touches me, all the bad thoughts just... melt away."
Mikoto looked a little winded, but her smile never faded.
"What bad thoughts...?"
She giggled brightly and clung to me again.
The full-service motel I'd visited with Yukiko was too far away, unfortunately. The place Mikoto and I had slipped into was a tiny room with nothing but a bed—far smaller than my own, barely enough space to move.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Oppa, Oppa. Oppa! Hee, just wanted to say it!"
She savored the word like candy, then grinned to herself.
"I love you, Oppa."
"Yeah... thanks."
Slowly, I began touching her more earnestly. My hand, once idly stroking her belly, now pushed her blouse upward.
"Ahhat, not there..."
Even after hiking it up plenty, all I saw was endless underboob.
"Wait, when did you take off your bra?"
"After we got here... when Oppa went to the bathroom. You don't like it? Should I have let you do it yourself?"
No wonder her breasts jiggled so wildly with every movement—she'd prepared in advance.
"Good girl."
"Hehe..."
I petted her head, then gently pushed the top aside. Even lying down, those massive breasts held their perfect shape, a marvel of nature every time I saw them.
"Arms up. Come on, arms up."
"Huh? Okay. Yay!"
I slipped my hand under her side and tugged the top upward, peeling it off. Her breasts dragged along with the fabric, then dropped with a heavy thud once it was free.
"Such weight..."
I placed my hands on them, kneading every inch. Circling just the edges was impossible with a simple wrist twist—I had to swing my arms wide to span from one side to the other.
"Hyat!"
A light lick at her nipple drew a sharp cry from her. Mikoto didn't even pretend to resist; she just closed her eyes and surrendered to my touch.
Her nipples were average-sized, but dwarfed in the center of those enormous breasts, their pink hue making them seem tiny.
"Ugh, haa..."
She couldn't hold back the moans anymore. I spread my hands as wide as possible and squeezed hard.
"Eeeeek, too rough, Oppa!"
The outer parts yielded like water balloons, sinking inward, but the core was firm, pushing back against my fingers with a delightful rebound.
"No matter how many times I see them, these tits are straight-up unfair. If I were a woman, I'd be furious on sight."
"Eh, Oppa saying that? Well, huff, what about you, Oppa..."
She propped herself up somehow and, in a flash, yanked down my pants and underwear. Face to face with my rigid cock, she carefully gauged its size.
"Complaining with a monster like this? Seriously, why is your cock so huge?"
"It was always big. Just never had much use for it."
The physical enhancement procedure had made it a bit larger, and I relied on it heavily for stamina and virility, but still.
"Other guys would lose their minds in jealousy. Girls? They'd be hypnotized."
"No guys are looking anyway, and you love it—that's enough."
Mikoto dragged her tongue long and slow along my shaft. Her sultry upward gaze—sultry for her, anyway—was impressively lewd.
"Ah, no. Save that for later."
I stopped her and eased her back onto the bed.
"Eh, eeh? Wh-what're you doing, Oppa?"
I slid between her legs and ripped off her panties. The one garment she still wore—her purple skirt—draped over my face like a veil.
Her pussy was lightly slick with arousal, but so small and tight it was almost sealed shut. I pushed my tongue inside and lapped at her.
"Eek, ah, nooo, not there, haa."
The dimness under the skirt made it feel deliciously illicit. And honestly, it was naughty.
"Haut, ah, I'm gonna cum! Can't cum yet, haven't taken Oppa's cock—if I cum now, I won't last!"
She climaxed lightly. Her body shuddered. I'd been ready, so no flood of juices.
Emerging from under the skirt, I saw the afterglow still lingered on her face.
"Oppa... does my body feel good?"
"Yeah. The best."
Her overwhelming breasts often stole the show, but Mikoto was stunning even without them.
"Can I... be a good meat toilet?"
Her thighs and ass were adorably plush and soft. Her petite, cute face was charming, and her over-the-top expressions and reactions? Endearingly novel to me.
"Meat toilet? What're you..."
"Eh, no good? D-did I overstep?"
Her innocent face saying something so filthy tugged at me, but denying it would only make things worse.
"Sorry, bad phrasing. Mikoto, you're a perfect meat toilet. I could spend all night telling you how good you make me feel."
"Really? Mikoto's so happy!"
I flipped her onto her stomach. She arched her ass high and lowered her upper body into a lewd pose, but it came off awkwardly endearing. She wasn't tall, so her back lacked length; her ass was generous for her frame but tiny compared to Yukiko's in doggy. And those breasts? They squished beneath her, spilling out everywhere, thwarting the posture.
Still plenty erotic. I gripped her slim waist and eased my cock into her pussy.
"Uuuuughut! More, more!"
"Not hurting?"
"N-no pain! If Oppa likes it, it can't hurt!"
My cock pressed firmly inside. Stronger than her delicate walls, her pussy slowly molded to my shape.
"Haat, it hurt so much at first, ugh, but now it's better... my body's getting used to Oppa..."
Sadistic enough, but compared to her old struggles just to take me, this sex looked enjoyable.
"Haat, umph, ugh, hooooot, good, so good..."
Each thrust felt like shattering something deep inside her. Her small body and my huge cock let me plunge fully to what had to be her limit.
"Uhyat, haa, Oppa, Oppa..."
"Yeah, it's good. Mikoto, your body feels amazing. Makes me want to fuck you every day."
"Really? Really? Mikoto's a useful meat toilet now? You want me to believe that? Oppa's words—even the craziest—I'd believe anything."
I regretted not seeing her face. But facing her now, I'd be too busy masking my own expression to read hers.
Doggy was the right call, all things considered.
"Yeah, believe it. Your pussy's squeezing so tight—best meat toilet ever!"
"Ugh, u, uuugh..."
She couldn't speak, just moaned. My cock buried to the hilt; not an inch of her body was her own anymore. Her skin flushed red-hot, every sense aflame with pain and ecstasy.
"Haaaaat!"
She'd cum solo four times already, but my seed flooding her triggered one more. I saw her twitching body, gaping mouth, eyes unfocused yet desperately chasing me.
I stroked her hair. Even that, with her body absorbing my cum, registered as pleasure.
I stripped off the cum-soaked skirt and took her again. Even when dawn broke tomorrow, Mikoto wouldn't need to rise.