Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H069 Meshi Family: The Lascivious Academy Director

H069 Meshi Family: The Lascivious Academy Director

After pouring four consecutive loads into Takeha, I gently lowered her body onto the sofa. The station-bent style was exhausting even for one ejaculation, let alone the three before it. Holding her from behind also drained my stamina.

I pulled my cock out of Takeha with a jupon sound.

“Afun!”

Rubbed by the withdrawing shaft, Takeha shuddered and moaned as my cock slipped out. White, turbid mucus gushed from her open vagina, dripping onto the sofa and floor.

Her white back, trembling as she gripped the sofa’s backrest, was utterly alluring. Staring at it, I felt an urge to defile it with my semen. What’s this feeling? Since joining the Oshika clan, I’ve often wanted to sleep with beautiful women, but wanting to “defile” a body is new. Maybe Takeha’s post-coital back is just that captivating.

“Akira-kun, do it with Mom next.”

Tamami, sitting on the carpet, spoke. Turning, I saw her still fondling Tamayo.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. We got ours before dinner, so later.”

Tamayo answered Takemi, licking her finger from Tamami’s groin.

“Then, I’ll take you up on that.”

Takemi stretched, set her glass on the table, and sat back on the sofa, one arm on the backrest, body slightly tilted. The cleavage peeking from her loose dress and her crossed, long legs were incredibly seductive.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, I sat beside her. My weight sank the sofa, tilting her toward me.

Takemi lightly pulled my head closer. I didn’t resist, leaning in and puckering my lips.

Before our lips met, she licked mine with her tongue. Matching her, I extended mine, entwining them in the air. I reached out, gently grasping her breast over her dress.

Her hand enveloped my cock, squeezing tightly.

“Nfu!”

The sudden intense pleasure made me moan, my body jerking, accidentally pressing my lips against hers.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth as mine entered hers.

Her hand, gripping my cock, moved up and down, stroking it. Despite her tight grip, my shaft, slick with Takeha’s fluids and my semen, moved smoothly. Stroked hard by a beauty, my already erect cannon burned with even more desire.

Holding back my cock’s urge to burst, I kneaded Takemi’s breast. Though through her dress and bra, the elastic flesh responded firmly to my fingers.

Matching her intensity, I gripped her breast harder.

“Nfun.”

Takemi twisted lightly. I kneaded her ripe breasts firmly. Hau, so soft, yet elastic, incredibly satisfying. Mid-forties, but her breasts rival Takeha’s, ten years her junior.

Her tongue wriggled in my mouth, seducing me. Her hand stroking my ear sent shivers. The rhythm of her grip on my cock varied, intensifying the stimulation.

My balls worked overtime, pumping semen into my ducts. As if sensing it, her hand released my shaft.

“Come inside my vagina, please.”

Parting her lips, Takemi pushed me down onto the sofa. She stood, seductively lifting her dress’s hem, hooking her panties, and slowly sliding them off.

Glossy black panties glided down her enchanting legs. Stepping out, she lifted her dress, climbed onto the sofa, and straddled me on her knees.

My eager rod twitched, nearly ejaculating at the sight. I couldn’t relax.

The moment she gripped my cock, a jolt shot through me. I nearly spurted but held back. Hurry, insert it. I need to come, I have to, ah, aaah!

Her soft lips clamped my tip. Not yet. I had to endure.

My tip slipped into her vagina. Even erect, my soft head was enveloped, caressed by her walls. Ku, I had to hold on.

But my restraint gave out. Her delightful vaginal caresses overwhelmed me, and I unleashed my seed deep inside her, just past the tip.

Bushuru!

“Ah, hot, so forceful, ah!”

Takemi, holding her dress to show our union, writhed. Slowly, she lowered her hips, my ejaculation ongoing.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

With a melted smile, she consumed my cock. Her writhing folds stroked my tower, amplifying my ejaculation’s force.

“Ha, ha, hau.”

Her walls wriggled, milking my seed. Aa, u, I’m coming!

As I came, I plunged deeper into her. The deeper I went, the greater the pleasure, endlessly increasing my semen. Hau, is it normal to release this much? Ah, kuu, I’m being milked!

When Takemi fully sat, engulfing my entire cock, my long ejaculation finally stopped.

“N, ha, hau, rich semen, delicious.”

…How do I respond? Thanks? Glad you liked it? Done? …None feel right.

“Next, directly into my womb, please.”

Takemi slowly removed her dress, revealing the body I saw at Hikaru’s fiftieth-day ceremony. Haa, what a figure. The black lace bra from dinner was alluring, her erect nipples visible through it.

“Here I go.”

She placed her hands on my chest, swaying her hips back and forth. Her seductive rear slid over my hips, my cock moving in and out.

Her breasts, still in the bra, jiggled noticeably. The thin fabric prioritized looks over support—definitely her “battle underwear.”

I grasped her breasts over the black fabric. Earlier, I matched her grip’s strength, but now I kneaded gently, careful not to squeeze too hard. I pinched her visible nipples, rubbing the soft mounds.

About the same size as Takeha’s, maybe. Through the bra, they felt incredibly soft and pleasant. Her erect nipples showed her arousal clearly.

“An, an, an.”

Takemi moaned like a young girl. Her walls rubbed my shaft, stirring my balls. Aa, feels so good!

Looking up, her expression melted, trembling with pleasure as I kneaded both breasts. Her hands on my chest moved subtly, teasing my nipples. Attacked there, I could come again, despite just finishing.

“N, haa, I’m coming!”

Dobyururururu!

“Nnnnnnn!”

As I came, Takemi, swallowing my spear to the base, stopped her hips, arching back with an ecstatic expression, savoring my seed. Her trembling body felt her climax, I think.

Savoring the bliss of coming with a beauty, gripping her alluring breasts, I let her writhing walls milk me, pouring semen into her.

“Haa, feels so good. We’re not done, right?”

Still twitching from ejaculation, I slid my hands to her back, searching for her bra’s clasp.

“As many times as you’ll give.”

Smiling, Takemi trembled.

Unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off, she lifted herself, letting me remove it. Her bare breasts, as beautiful as Takeha’s, jiggled.

Tossing the bra to the floor, I held her hands. She moved her hips up and down, juppo juppo, my tower sliding in and out. Her walls stroked my cock, the friction stimulating my balls.

“Ah, ah, an, an.”

Takemi moaned, her breasts swaying. Unable to grab them with our hands linked, they visually stoked my desire.

“An, an, an, an.”

Her movements grew fiercer, intensifying the stimulation. Sweat beaded on her skin, scattering like jewels with her motions. Her lightly waved hair swayed beautifully, her erect nipples tracing arcs in the air.

Hau, those delicious breasts, I want to knead them. But with my hands occupied, I can’t. Haa, my pent-up desire surged, pooling in my groin, making my fully erect cock swell further.

“N, aa, I’m coming!”

Dobyusshu!

“Aaaaaaa!”

Shawaaaaaaa!

A moment later, Takemi arched and trembled. Her walls tightened, folds rubbing vigorously, milking my semen. Her squirting tide drenched my naked body, marking me with her mature scent.

Until my ejaculation and her tide subsided, our connected bodies trembled.

“Haa, fuu, Takemi-san, feels so good.”

Especially that last virgin-like squeeze—amazing.

“I felt incredible too… Akira-san.”

“Yes?”

“May I have one more?”

“Of course. This time, I’ll take the lead.”

“Yes. Hyaun!”

I tensed my abs, sat up, and pushed Takemi onto the sofa, reversing positions to thrust in missionary.

“Ah, ah, aaaaaaan!”

Her sultry voice echoed in the night-draped room.