Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H071 Meshi Family: The Carnivorous Beauty

H071 Meshi Family: The Carnivorous Beauty

After five ejaculations each inside Tamami and Tamayo, they collapsed, exhausted. Five rounds, but how many times did they climax? Their sensitivity heightened with each thrust, their bodies trembling repeatedly, squeezing my seed with their tightening vaginas.

Even with the two unconscious, the lascivious night didn’t end. After a brief rest to hydrate and recover, I plunged back into the revived Takemi and Takeha.

While entwined with the mature sisters, the younger sisters regained consciousness, and from there, I ravaged all four. I offered my seed relentlessly until the lustful beasts were fully sated.

Even these lascivious women eventually succumbed to my relentless cock and the torrents of semen. Sprawled on the sofa and floor, convulsing in unconsciousness, I sat on the carpet, savoring the satisfaction of my conquest.

Sipping juice Takemi brought, I reflected. After satisfying four women to exhaustion, I still had energy left—what kind of stamina do I have? At Hikaru’s fiftieth-day ceremony, I managed thirty-something ejaculations with forty-five women, leaving me drained. Have I grown that much in such a short time, or rather, gained this much strength and vigor?

“Excuse me. Oh, everyone’s fallen asleep, haven’t they?”

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, staring at my softened cock and pondering its growth, I was startled by a voice. Turning to the entrance, I saw Katsumi, mother of Takemi and Takeha, entering with a blanket-like cloth.

“Ah, good evening—no, um, sorry for this state.”

Flustered, I set the glass on the small table and covered my groin with both hands. I didn’t know what to say, blurting out incoherent words.

“Hehe. You can relax, no need to worry.”

Smiling, Katsumi moved around the room, draping blankets over her daughters and granddaughters’ naked bodies. Did she predict this moment and its timing?

Katsumi’s outfit was provocative. A knee-length black negligee, completely sheer, revealed her body’s curves, the peaks of her breasts, and the smooth slit of her groin. For her age, it should be too bold, but it suited her oddly well. Truly a stunning beauty, worthy of being Reiran’s sister.

Nearly seventy (though she looks barely sixty), such an alluring woman in such an erotic outfit would excite any healthy high school boy. Beneath my hands, my cock stirred, rising like bamboo.

“You must be tired, Akira-san. Shall I guide you to the bedroom?”

“Ah, yes.”

I stood, grasping her offered hand, her beauty’s smile captivating.

“No need to hide such a splendid thing. Rather, show it proudly.”

“Ah, haha, right, I suppose.”

During sex, exposing myself is fine, but walking through the house with my genitals out feels embarrassing. Yet, with Katsumi baring her groin through thin fabric, hiding mine seemed unfair, so I uncovered it.

My half-risen cock sprang free. Everyone asleep, it had softened, but it was still ready for more. My stamina elsewhere was waning, so I wanted to rest tonight.

“This way, please.”

“Yes.”

Katsumi, still holding my hand, led me out of the room and down the corridor. It was a bit—no, quite—embarrassing.

Her hair, flecked with white, gave off a pleasant scent. Her skin, youthful for her age (pardon the rudeness), exuded a seductive allure I couldn’t help but want to embrace.

My cock, now fully erect, strained embarrassingly. Katsumi’s charm made it unavoidable.

Come to think of it, I only showered after running today, not bathed. I’d like to wash off the sweat and fluids before bed, but morning might do.

Katsumi opened the door to a room. Dimly lit, but too bright for sleep, it held a massive bed in the center. Half the covers were pulled back, and a man sat propped against cushions. Katsumi’s husband, Michio, perhaps?

…Wait, this room?

“Akira-san, if you don’t mind, could you give me a round?”

Still holding my hand, Katsumi gave me a seductive glance.

“Uh, sure, but, here?”

Doing it beside her husband—who’s awake—feels… questionable.

“Oh, Akira-kun, don’t mind me. Please, take Katsumi.”

“Eh? Is that okay?”

Honestly, I’m the one who’s uneasy.

“It’s embarrassing to admit, but I haven’t satisfied Katsumi in ages. If you can, there’s nothing better.”

“But, in front of you?”

“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Katsumi’s melted face.”

“That’s how it is, Akira-san.”

Her palm gently enveloped my rigid cock, making it twitch.

Uh, really okay? Both spouses consent, so I guess it’s fine. I’m the embarrassed one.

“Well, then, I’ll take you up on that…”

Led by my cock, I climbed onto the bed, pulling back the covers. Michio sat up, cross-legged.

I drew close to Katsumi, wrapped my arm around her waist, and kissed her. Her hot tongue invaded my mouth, licking eagerly. Hawa, feels good. As her tongue teased mine, she gently stroked my cock. Nhau, it’s trembling.

I reached for her chest, untying the negligee’s front string and cupping her breasts.

Her breast flesh was soft. Lacking the firmness of younger women, it still had enough elasticity to please a man. So soft, so good.

Her skin, vibrant through the sheer negligee, felt less youthful up close but still delightful to touch.

Katsumi, entwining her tongue with mine, gently stroked my thick cock, making it quiver. U, haa, I might come.

Glancing sideways, I saw Michio watching. Hau, embarrassing. Normally, it’s fine being watched by women I’ve just been with or will be with. But Michio’s her husband. It feels like I’m an adulterer caught by the husband mid-act. Well, I started in front of him, but still.

U, Katsumi’s hand… Hau!

“Npu, it’s about time, Akira-san. You’re tired, so lie down.”

At the perfect moment before I burst, she released my lips and hand. Everyone’s so good at timing my ejaculation.

Following her lead, I lay back on the Meshi couple’s love bed. Katsumi, keeping my cock aroused but not bursting, gripped it perfectly and straddled my hips.

“Here I go.”

With a lascivious smile, she took my upright cock between her lips and slowly lowered her hips.

“Ha, uu, ukuu.”

Her soft vaginal flesh enveloped my cock. The walls writhed intricately, caressing my spear. Ukuu, I’m gonna come. Gotta hold out until I’m fully inside.

Juppun.

“Kua!”

Doppyurun!

Dokkun, dokkun, dokkun, dokkun.

I came just from insertion again. Hauu, so good. Katsumi trembled faintly.

“Ha, aa, hot, Akira-san, more, please.”

Without waiting for my reply, she rocked her hips back and forth. Her mature hips moved smoothly, her soft walls stroking me.

The open negligee’s thin fabric swayed, revealing her jiggling breasts.

“Ah, ah, an, n, ah, nn.”

Katsumi arched, her expression melting in pleasure. Despite Michio watching, I felt like the one being taken, not taking.

Haa, Katsumi’s beautiful. Normally looking sixty-ish, now she could pass for fifty. Do women rejuvenate through sex? Not quite to Reiran’s twenty-something look, but maybe she’ll get younger still.

“Ah, u, kua.”

Uaa, my cock’s being rubbed, ah, fua, I’m gonna come. Her soft breasts jiggled deliciously. I reached up, grabbed them, pinched her nipples, and kneaded.

“Ah, ah, aa!”

Katsumi arched further, her scent rising, tickling my nose, fueling my groin.

“An, aaan!”

Her hips trembled, her vagina tightening.

“Ku, aa!”

Byukurun!

Byuku, byuku, byuku, byuku.

Hot semen flooded her womb, her folds twitching, milking me. Too good.

Katsumi trembled, my hands on her breasts, clearly climaxing but likely far from satisfied. She’s an Oshika woman, after all.

I released her breasts and sat up. She leaned back, trembling in ecstasy.

“More, right?”

Peeling off her negligee, I spoke.

“N, haa, you can keep going?”

“Of course.”

Even after two rounds, my cock stayed firm. Even with an older woman (pardon), such a stunning beauty keeps me from wilting.

After a brief kiss in face-to-face sitting, I laid her back for missionary. Gripping her hips, I thrust slowly.

“Aa, ah, aa!”

Katsumi moaned pleasurably. Michio, watching our love act, fidgeted with one hand at his groin.