Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H050 Car Sex

H050 Car Sex

In the backseat of Manaka-san’s car, I reviewed today’s lessons on my tablet. This week’s classes are light, so review and prep are easy, but next week’s full schedule won’t be. I might switch to the bus for commuting—cycling makes studying impossible, and a crowded bus isn’t ideal either. Manaka’s rides are perfect for this, but I can’t keep relying on her. Maybe clan women could take turns driving if I request it.

“Akira-san, may I have a moment?”

“Yes, what is it?”

As we neared the Oshika estate, Manaka spoke during driving, unusual for her.

“Are you free after this?”

“Just reviewing today and prepping for tomorrow.”

Clan women might visit like yesterday, though.

“Then, before we reach the mansion, could you indulge me?”

“Uh… sure, no problem.”

I briefly wondered what she meant but quickly realized. No other commitments, so it’s fine.

This weekend, starting the day after tomorrow, I’ll visit branch families, including Manaka’s Washiha family, but as a grandchild branch, they’re later in the order. She must not want to wait.

“Thank you.”

Manaka flashed a lascivious smile through the rearview mirror.

Her car entered the Oshika estate, heading to a luxurious mansion’s grounds—likely the Washiha family’s. I’ve memorized the main family locations but only roughly know grandchild branches. I need to learn them to avoid mix-ups during visits. Gate signs help, but with 32 grandchild branches, I should know general locations to avoid crossing the estate unnecessarily.

But that’s irrelevant now.

The car moved slowly through the Washiha grounds, stopping in a spacious garage with a few cars parked.

“Akira-san, no car sex experience, right?”

Manaka turned off the engine, looking back with eyes that seemed to say, “I’ll give you your first.”

But, unfortunately or not, I’ve done it once.

“Uh, I have, once.”

“What? Already? You only lost your virginity recently, right?”

How does she know? Are my exploits shared among clan women? No, if so, she’d know about the car sex. Maybe she guessed, assuming high school second-years are below the average age for losing virginity (what’s that age?).

“Well, my first time was this year… but while walking the estate, Tatsumi-san from the Metora family invited me…”

Oops, I blurted out my encounter with Tatsumi.

“Oh, she beat me to it. Another location, then?”

“No, here’s fine.”

Honestly, location doesn’t matter—I want to try various places. With countless women lined up, I’ll experience every scenario, so I’d rather fulfill her desire.

“Then, I’ll take you up on that.”

Manaka reclined the driver’s seat, twisted her body, grabbed my neck with gloved hands, and kissed me.

I didn’t resist, meeting her lips and slipping my tongue into her parted, sensual lips.

While our tongues entwined, I touched her chest over her uniform, resembling a taxi driver’s. Despite layers, her breasts were soft and elastic, feeling great.

“N, fuun.”

Manaka moaned as she devoured my mouth, feeling it even through clothes. Stroking instead of kneading, I sensed her nipples. Through jacket, blouse, bra, and maybe a camisole, her aroused nipples stood out, especially when stroked, making her moan beautifully.

Her fingers undid my blazer and shirt buttons while I unbuttoned her jacket and blouse, parting them.

Under her blouse was a camisole, not a slip—pants style, after all. I savored the silky texture, lifting it. Silk, or silk-like material? Doesn’t matter.

She lifted my undershirt, touching my skin directly.

“N, nfu!”

Hya! Her direct nipple touch made me react. So erotic. Hau, feels good.

I needed her to feel it too.

Pulling her camisole, I touched her skin—smooth, moist, sticking to my fingers yet slippery, wonderfully pleasant. How does skin get like this?

I unhooked her beltless pants, unzipped them, and touched her silk—or silk-like—soft shorts.

Stroking her crotch, it was damp, ready for me.

“N, nnn!”

Stroking over her shorts, I felt her lips clearly. They grew wetter, from smooth to sticky. Haa, touching her pussy could make me come.

Her stroking my crotch over my pants contributed too. Her fingers, once on my nipples, slid down, caressing my hard shaft through fabric. So good—I could come from this alone.

“Nn, n, nku!”

“N, nfu, nn!”

Kissing, we caressed each other’s genitals. Her tongue tangled with mine, her fluids wet my fingers, and her stroking pushed me to the edge.

“Nkun!”

“Nfuun!”

Dokun!

Doku doku doku doku.

I trembled, ejaculating in my pants. Almost simultaneously, Manaka trembled, her fluids surging.

“N, ha, haa, Akira-san, I want you!”

She broke the kiss, panting, pleading. Normally poised, now she was a hungry predator.

No man could resist such a seductive woman.

“Yes, of course!”

I nodded instantly.

Smiling lewdly, she unbuckled my belt, stripping my pants and underwear in one go.

She pushed the passenger seat forward, moved to it, and reclined the driver’s seat. In the slightly wider space, she stretched her legs, removed her pants and shorts, baring her lower body.

Her slender legs in black thigh-high stockings contrasted with her white skin, stunningly sensual, fueling my reckless shaft’s eagerness.

I sat in the backseat’s center, legs spread, my hard cock arching proudly.

Manaka, shoeless, straddled me, lowering her hips. Her open lips dripped sticky fluids onto my shaft.

She grabbed my semen-slick cock, guiding it to her entrance.

“N, aa, so big!”

My spear was engulfed by her soft vagina, indescribably good.

She consumed me deliciously.

“Auu, Manaka-san, feels so good!”

Her writhing vagina squeezed my root, ready to come again soon after the last.

“Aa, my pussy’s rubbing, ah, so good!”

Swallowing my sword, she moaned loudly. Her parted clothes hid her skin as the camisole slipped.

I lifted her camisole, exposing her bra. As I felt, her breasts were large, not as apparent usually—maybe she dresses to downplay them.

Pushing her tie aside, I lifted the camisole over her breasts, reaching around to unhook her bra easily.

Puchin, I lifted it, greeting her large, alluring breasts. Unable to resist, I grabbed both, kneading while sucking one.

“An, aa, an!”

She swallowed my cock fully, lightly hugged my head, and moved her hips up and down, making lewd nucho nucho sounds as her walls rubbed and squeezed me.

Writhing in pleasure, I savored her soft breasts, sucking the right nipple, licking the left, kneading both.

She thrust harder, her vagina writhing, folds wrapping and stroking my glans. Uu, kuu, so good!

“Ah, an, an, I’m coming, coming, coming!”

Dobbyuruu!

Her body arched as her vagina clamped harder, pushing me to climax.

I could almost hear the semen pouring into her womb.

She hugged my head, arching and convulsing. Satisfied for now, but I wanted to give her my best, as thanks.

“Manaka-san, lie down.”

“Fe? An.”

Before her reply, I hugged her connected body, turned her sideways, placed her legs on the backseat’s backrest and front seat in an embarrassing pose, and knelt in missionary position.

I began thrusting.

“Ah, ah, an, an, amazing, ah, aan!”

Nucho nucho nucho.

I slammed my still-huge cock into her lewdly sounding vagina, untied her tie, unbuttoned her blouse fully, lifted her camisole and bra, and kneaded her breasts while thrusting.

“Ah, ah, aa, aa!”

“Kuu, so tight, I’m coming!”

Doppyuuu!

“Aaaaaaaan!”

Her body arched and trembled with my ejaculation’s force.

I poured hot semen into her four more times consecutively. My penis stayed hard, but did she feel satisfied?