Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H048 Intense Sex with Childhood Friend

H048 Intense Sex with Childhood Friend

After bathing, I slipped on a gown over my dried body and wore slippers back to my room. With each step, my penis swayed under the gown. The initial oddity had become familiar, the soft fabric brushing it pleasantly.

It feels good, so I get hard just walking if I focus on it. I try to ignore my lower half in this outfit.

Back in my room, I resumed work at my desk—selecting elective courses. It seemed simple: cut overlapping engineering and business/economics courses. But it wasn’t. Some fifth-year electives require third- or fourth-year prerequisites, and some public high school first-year subjects can substitute for certain fourth-year ones.

Accounting for that, I swapped necessary prerequisites, chose between overlapping subjects, and finalized my list.

It took a while. The tablet’s corner showed nearly 8 p.m. Too early for bed… oh, I promised to help Youko with her electives. Is she still working? She’ll come after her shift.

Right then, a knock.

“Come in.”

As expected, Youko entered, not in her maid outfit but in familiar sweats.

“Akira, got time?”

“Yup. Electives, right?”

“Yeah.”

I stood, grabbed my tablet, and sat on the sofa. Youko sat beside me, displaying her schedule on her tablet.

“So, what subjects are you taking?”

“These… Wait, are you trying to match mine? You should pick what you want, not force a match.”

“Hmm, but I don’t have a dream yet. Like, I’m still searching. So, I thought I’d take classes to be with the person I like.”

I thought Youko was more independent, but wanting to be with her loved one is her priority now.

She’d excel in any field, but it’s best to pursue what she wants. If she doesn’t know yet… hmm.

“I’ll try matching yours for now.”

“Fine. Here’s mine.”

I showed her my selected subjects on the tablet. Matching me is okay for now.

“Youko.”

“Yeah, what?”

She answered without looking up from her tablet.

“Not what you want to do, but… anything you want to do for me?”

“Like, something I want to do for you?”

She looked up at me.

“Yeah.”

She thought, “Hmm.”

“Have sex with you… no, that’s me wanting you to do me. Something for you… cook for you, maybe.”

“Then how about cooking-related subjects? Maybe more science than engineering, or home economics?”

“Cooking… yeah, I’ll think about it.”

Youko added some subjects to mine, checked overlaps, and finalized her choices.

“Okay, this works. Thanks, Akira. You helped me see my future a bit.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“No, really. Thanks.”

“Nfu.”

She tossed her tablet on the table and hugged me, her lips sealing mine. Her slick tongue slipped into my mouth.

“N, n, n, n.”

“Nku, n, nmu.”

I tangled my tongue with hers, licking it.

Her breasts pressed against my chest through her sweats and my gown. Their softness felt great.

Her right hand reached my crotch, slipping through the gown’s gap to caress my soft shaft. Hau, it swelled. Her palm couldn’t contain it, so she gripped and stroked it.

I unzipped her sweats, sliding my left hand in, touching her smooth skin. Naked under? No, my fingers hit a bra. Just underwear beneath.

I moved along the bra to her back, unhooked it with a puchin, and stroked her bare back. Her body writhed sensually.

My right hand caressed her glossy hair, grown long since she heard my “love at first sight” story, like Runa’s. Soft, pleasant hair.

Sliding my hand down her back, I reached her shorts inside the sweats, then moved to her front, stroking her mound through them.

“N!”

Her body trembled, her tongue stiffening briefly. Loving her reaction, I kept stroking. Her slightly damp shorts grew wetter.

Her hand, slick with my precum, glided smoothly over my shaft. Nn, feels good.

Her tongue explored my mouth—teeth, cheeks, tongue—clumsily, but that made it more endearing.

Her bra lifted, exposing her breasts, pressing directly against my chest through my open gown. Her hard nipples grazed my modest pecs, sending shivers of pleasure.

Her crotch grew soaked. I slid the wet fabric aside, found her clit, and rubbed it gently.

“N, nnn!”

She moaned into my lips. I kept stroking her clit with my thumb, slipping my middle finger into her hot vagina, caressing its walls. Her body twitched.

“Nfun!”

Watching her, I rubbed her G-spot, kneading it and her clit gently.

“N, n, n, na, ah, aaaa!”

She broke the kiss, arched back, and moaned loudly.

“Ah, ah, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Bikun!

Biku biku biku biku.

Despite her inexperience, my clumsy fingering made her climax. I’m new too, but days of sex with dozens of women have taught me some tricks—not enough, though.

Youko, who took five ejaculations her first time, wouldn’t be satisfied with one finger-induced orgasm.

“N, ah, Akira, I want you…”

“Okay.”

I nodded, pulling my fingers out. She stood shakily, stripped off her sweats and shorts. I opened my gown fully, baring myself.

Skipping her top, she straddled me, grabbed my hard shaft, and guided it to her vagina.

“N, n, nna!”

Her walls took my glans, swallowing me to the base. Only her second time—okay? She seemed painless, trembling with a blissful expression, maybe climaxing lightly.

I spread her sweats, removed them, and unhooked her bra. Her stunning naked body dazzled me.

Oshika women are all beautiful, but Youko rivals them. A pretty yet cute face, long glossy hair, perfectly sized soft breasts, slim waist, and curvaceous hips.

Anyone would call her a flawless beauty. A guy ignoring her love, even after her confession, is unbelievable. I didn’t do wrong, but I feel guilty.

Not as atonement, but I’ll love her fully now.

I grabbed her breasts—so soft. Kneading them, pinching her red nipples, I thrust upward.

“An!”

She arched, moaning. Her writhing vagina gripped my shaft, making it roar with joy. Hau, so good.

I thrust harder, seeking more pleasure, kneading her breasts and nipples.

“An, an, an, an, an!”

She tossed her hair, moaning in ecstasy, tightening her vagina. Sweat sprayed, slicking my hands on her breasts—feels good.

Her vagina clamped harder, its folds stroking my shaft.

“Fuku, Yo, Youko, I’m coming!”

“An, come, ah, lots, aaaaa!”

Ku, ah.

Dobyururururu!

Dokun dokun dokun dokun dokun!

I stopped thrusting, unloading inside her.

“Ah, ah, ahi!”

Taking my semen in her womb, she trembled, her vagina squeezing harder.

No high school boy could resist a beauty’s clenching vagina, even post-ejaculation.

Ignoring sage mode, I hugged Youko, flipped her onto the sofa, and shifted from cowgirl to missionary. Shedding my gown, I grabbed her hips and thrust at top speed.

“Ah, ah, ahi, I’m coming, coming!”

Pashin pashin! Fluids sprayed with pusha pusha. Her breasts bounced as she moaned wildly. She’s feeling it—man’s pride, especially with a beauty like Youko.

“Ahi, ahi, ahi, ahi!”

“U, ku, u, I’m coming!”

Dobyusshu!

Doppun doppun doppun doppun!

My hot semen poured into her hot vagina. She trembled, her slack face unguarded, breasts swaying, stirring my lust further.

Grabbing her breasts, I resumed pistoning with my spent shaft.

“Ahi, no, coming, breaking, ahi, hii!”

She wasn’t satisfied either. Her vagina clamped tightly.

I thrust until she couldn’t speak, offering my seed repeatedly.