Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H051 Sex with a Same-Age Maid

H051 Sex with a Same-Age Maid

After enjoying car sex with Manaka-san, she drove me to the Oshika mansion, naked except for her thigh-high stockings, shoes, hat, and gloves—arguably more erotic than fully nude.

I dressed in the backseat during the short drive within the Oshika estate, managing to put on pants but only a shirt over bare skin, no underwear.

At the mansion, Manaka, as usual, got out to open my door, though I could do it myself. It’s non-negotiable for her, so I stepped out, carrying my bag and shed clothes, through the door opened by the stunning, scantily clad beauty.

“Let’s do it again.”

“Ah, yes, of course.”

Her sultry whisper prompted my reflexive reply. Promise or not, it’ll happen—likely until Manaka, a Washiha woman, conceives my child, or at least a daughter.

She closed the car door and bowed as I entered the mansion. The maid lineup from two days ago was a one-time spectacle, more to shock than welcome me. It worked, especially seeing Runa and Youko as maids.

No maids greeted me yesterday or today. With only twelve, including part-timers, not all are always here.

“Welcome back, sir.”

On my way to my room, I met Ikumi Kumafuyu, a trainee maid. Her eyes seemed to say, “Late return, huh?”—or maybe my imagination.

“I’m back. I’ve got laundry—can you come to my room?”

“Yes, understood.”

Though I’ve lived here less than two months, I’m used to the maid-master dynamic. In my room, I set my bag on the desk and entered the bedroom. I handed my blazer to Ikumi to hang, then my pants.

While she brushed my uniform, I stripped off my shirt, down to underwear and socks, and grabbed my sweats.

“Akira-sama, do you have time after this?”

I turned to Ikumi.

“I planned to review today and prep for tomorrow.”

“You don’t need that much yet, right?”

She sidled up, stroking my shaft through my underwear with a knowing tone.

True, this week’s light classes don’t demand much study. Still, I want to build habits early, given I barely passed Meshi Academy’s entrance exam after a month of intense study. Ikumi, a fifth-year like me, knows the workload is manageable now.

“Yeah, you’re right, but aren’t you busy with work?”

“I can spare thirty minutes.”

Yup, she’s not backing down until we do it. I love sex, and Ikumi’s a beautiful clan woman—totally welcome. I’m just a bit scared of getting consumed by it.

As long as I’m aware, I’m fine. Forgetting that would be trouble.

For now, Ikumi.

“Thirty minutes? Let’s make it quick.”

“Yes, please.”

She brazenly lifted her maid skirt, revealing her lower body framed by white garter-belt stockings. Her hairless, pink pussy twitched, glistening.

No panties during work? Saves time when rushed, I guess.

I knelt before her, stroking her enticing core with my fingers.

“Aan.”

Slightly wet, but not enough. I slid my fingers along her slit, moving back and forth, feeling her lips.

“A, aun.”

Looking up, Ikumi covered her mouth, moaning softly with a pained, pleasured expression, her other hand kneading her breast through her dress.

Watching her sultry movements, I focused on her increasingly wet vagina, slipping a bent finger inside.

“N, kuun!”

Checking her reactions, I caressed her walls with my fingertip.

“N, an, aa!”

Her sweet spot’s deeper, reachable by finger but not tongue.

Fingering’s better than cunnilingus here. I’d love to taste her, but with limited time, I’ll focus on her pleasure.

Stroking her walls, I slid my finger in and out, adding another, stirring. Her vagina, used to my thick cock, easily took two fingers—maybe not enough.

So, I added a third, attacking her from inside.

“Ah, aa, an, ah, there, ah, aan!”

Bikun!

Biku biku biku biku.

Ikumi came standing, her body weakening. I quickly pulled my fingers out with a jupo and caught her with my dry arm before she collapsed.

Ugh, she’s slim, but holding her with one arm is tough. Gotta get stronger.

Careful not to smear her maid dress with her fluids, I sat her on the bed.

When I let go, she fell back.

“Haa, Akira-san, that felt good.”

“But you’re not satisfied yet, right?”

I said, stripping my underwear. Her sensual writhing had my cock straining. Ikumi, lying back, gazed at me with lustful eyes.

Looking down at her delighted expression, I lifted her skirt, spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping pussy.

Standing before her, I gripped my penis, aimed at her wet hole, and thrust forward.

“Aaaan!”

Just the tip, and she writhed cutely, maybe hypersensitive from her orgasm.

“Aa, ah, an, aa, n, ah, aan!”

Each inch deeper made her arch and moan sensually, her breasts looking tempting.

Fully inside, I grabbed her enticing breasts through her maid apron, kneading their soft fat while thrusting.

Jupu, jupo, juru.

Her abundant fluids gushed with lewd sounds at each thrust. Her breasts, soft through fabric, lacked some elasticity but felt good to knead.

“Ah, ah, an, an, an!”

Ikumi moaned cutely, lewdly. Her writhing vagina and stroking folds felt so good, I was ready to come.

“Ikumi-san, I’m coming!”

“Naaaaaaaan!”

Doppyun!

Doku, doku, doku, doku.

Hot semen poured into her womb. I gripped her breasts, paused my hips, and reveled in release. Haua, so good.

But one ejaculation wouldn’t satisfy her. Time’s… okay.

I pulled out with a jubo, lifted her unsatisfied body, turned her prone, lifted her skirt, and exposed her pussy. With her legs straight and hips raised, I gripped her alluring, pink, round butt, bent my knees, and probed her entrance with my glans.

As her pussy took my tip, I straightened, my hard cock bending painfully with pleasure.

Driven by that sensation, I thrust my spear deep inside.

“Naaaaaa!”

Rubbed to her depths, Ikumi trembled. Her climax fueled my excitement, and I thrust hard from the start.

“An, an, an, an, an, annnn!”

She shook constantly; my arousal didn’t fade.

Thrusting, I leaned forward, grabbed her breasts, and lifted her from the bed.

In standing doggy, I turned us toward the closet, her ahegao face reflected as my thick cock pierced her.

Her private expression made my erection roar louder.

“An, an, an, an, aaaan!”

I slid a hand under her apron to knead her breast, unzipping her dress with the other. Only a bra—no slip or tank top—revealing her glossy white back. I unhooked her bra, slid my hand inside, and lifted it.

“An, ah, ah, aa, aaaa!”

Her bare breasts fit perfectly in my palm, their elasticity soaring, immensely satisfying.

“Aaaaan, ah, ah, ah, annn!”

Ikumi trembled intensely, moaning nonstop, clenching my cock tightly yet gently. Guu, ku, aa!

“Ikumi-san, I’m coming!”

Byuruoooo!

“Ahyaaaaaa!”

Biku biku biku biku.

I poured my desire into her trembling womb.

In the mirror, Ikumi’s face melted with satisfaction.