Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H102 Meneko House: Lewd Shrine Maiden

H102 Meneko House: Lewd Shrine Maiden

After the fifth vaginal ejaculation, Ikuyo-chan passed out. Or maybe she was already unconscious after the fourth—her voice stopped.

Even so, my burning desire wouldn’t subside, and I poured a fifth load into her. God, it felt amazing.

With a wet sound, I pull my cock out and gently lay her folded body flat on the futon. Ikuyo-chan, mouth agape in bliss, leaks white fluid from her crotch, trembling faintly.

I cover her from chest to legs with a blanket, then reach for her enticing breasts. Bigger than Runa’s but slightly smaller than Youko’s—probably C-cup—soft and perfect in my hands. I could fondle them forever.

“Akira-san,” a voice calls.

“Eek!” I jump, startled.

Turning, I see the fusuma to the next room open, with Asami-san kneeling, smiling.

“I’m grateful you’re taking such good care of my niece, but could I have some of your seed too?” she asks.

“Y-Yes, of course!” I stammer.

I hurriedly pull the blanket to Ikuyo-chan’s shoulders, hiding her nakedness, then shuffle on my knees toward Asami-san. I embrace her over her clothes, leaning in close.

Asami-san closes her eyes slightly, and our lips meet.

I slide my tongue into her mouth, savoring her cheeks and tongue. At the same time, I grab her breasts, kneading them gently.

I hug her right after crossing the threshold, unable to resist her allure. She’s a beauty, like all clan women, but her outfit is outrageously provocative. She wore a bright dress at dinner, so she must’ve changed while I was with Ikuyo-chan.

Asami-san’s shrine maiden outfit—white kosode and scarlet hakama—is woven so thinly it’s practically transparent, revealing her skin. It’s more erotic than nudity, the sheer fabric teasingly failing to conceal her body.

Her seductive charm overwhelms my restraint. I fondle her magnificent breasts while our tongues entwine. Her hand reaches for my cock, still slick with Ikuyo-chan’s juices, stroking it gently.

“Mmm, Asami-san,” I moan.

“Hehe, Akira-san, let’s move to the futon,” she says.

“Yes…” I reply.

I want to pin her down right here, but her sultry, mature smile is irresistible.

I pull away and stand. Asami-san stands too, closes the fusuma, and leads me by the hand to the futon in the room’s center.

We sit, lips locking again, devouring each other. Her slimy tongue wriggles in my mouth, and I savor hers in return.

I hold her shoulders, intending to lay her down, but she grabs mine first, pushing me onto the futon. She devours my lips, stroking my naked body and teasing my cock. Pre-cum drips, smeared onto my shaft by her hand, driving my arousal to its peak.

I crave the softness of her breasts through the thin silk. Grabbing them, I pinch her erect nipples through the kosode, making her body quiver sensually.

“Mmm, Akira-san, I’m taking it,” she says, smiling lewdly.

She straddles me without removing her hakama. How will we—oh. The hakama splits at the crotch, exposing her mature, dripping pussy. I’m mesmerized.

Still gripping my slick cock, she guides it to her eager slit.

“Haa, ahh,” I groan.

It feels incredible as her pussy swallows my cock. Without pausing, she lowers her hips, taking my entire length in one go.

“Mmm, haa, stronger than Uncle Hikaru’s…” she sighs.

“Really? Mmm,” I reply.

I reach for her silk-clad breasts, kneading the ripe fruit gently. They feel delicious.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t compare you to my father,” she says, snapping back to herself.

“It’s fine,” I say, smiling, fondling her breasts lewdly. “Your breasts feel amazing.”

I’m comparing too—her size feels a bit larger than Youko’s, maybe E-cup.

“Ahhn, Akira-san…” she moans, smiling softly, starting to rock her hips.

The wet sounds of her pussy grip my cock, the silk hakama teasing my skin. God, it’s good.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn,” she moans.

I squeeze her breasts, eliciting sweet moans. Her glossy black hair, slightly longer than Ikuyo-chan’s, sways beautifully.

I half-open her kosode, grabbing her left breast directly while kneading the right through the fabric, teasing her nipples and gauging her reactions.

“Ah, ahhn, ahhn, mm, ahhn,” she gasps.

Her movements quicken, her pussy squeezing my shaft tightly. I’m close.

To prolong the pleasure and ensure she climaxes at her peak, I clench my hips, holding back my urge.

Her sweat-soaked kosode clings to her skin, making her body even more lascivious.

“Haa, Asami-san, so good,” I pant.

“Ahhn, Akira-san, it’s good, ahhn,” she moans.

The wet sounds intensify as her vaginal folds caress my cock, the walls gripping tightly, pleasure coursing through me.

“Ahhn, ahhn, aaaaaah!” she screams.

“Nn, I’m cumming!” I grunt.

A flood of cum shoots into her womb. Asami-san pauses, arching back to receive it, trembling with pleasure.

I pour hot seed into her, my body shaking. So good.

“Asami-san…” I say.

I sit up as my ejaculation slows.

“Ah, Akira-san, ahhn,” she moans.

I push her down into missionary, grab her hips, and start thrusting slowly.

“Mmm, ahhn, ah, ahhn,” she moans, arching under me, her pussy gripping my cock, reigniting my urge to cum.

“Ah, Asami-san, so good,” I pant.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn,” she gasps.

Her tightening vagina and writhing folds stimulate me beyond gripping. My excitement surges, thrusts speeding up.

“Ahhn, ahhn, aaaaaah!” she screams, arching sharply, climaxing, her body convulsing.

I pound her trembling body, the soft flesh driving me to the edge.

“Ah, ah, ahhn,” she moans.

“Nn, ah, cumming!” I shout.

“Aaaaaah!” she cries.

Another load bursts out, her convulsing pussy milking me. Then—

A gush of squirt sprays from her hakama’s slit, mixing with her sweat-soaked kosode.

“Asami-san!” I call.

“Ah, ahh,” she gasps.

Still ejaculating, I can’t hold back. I lift her lower body, stand on my knees, hold her thighs, and resume pistoning.

Her arched body is stunning, one breast spilling from the kosode, the other visible through the soaked silk.

Her swaying breasts fuel my cock as I thrust.

“Hii, hii, hia, ah, hiii!” she screams.

Her complexly writhing folds milk my cock, demanding seed. I pound relentlessly to meet her desire.

“Hii, no, ah, hii, ahii!” she cries.

“Ugh, ah, cumming!” I shout.

Another load shoots out, her pussy squeezing more while urging another release.

“Haa, Asami-san,” I pant.

I lift one leg over my shoulder, shifting to a pine-needle collapse position, pressing our genitals tightly, thrusting.

“Hii, hii, hiau!” she screams.

“Ah, ha, so good,” I groan.

I keep pounding my giant cock into the lewd shrine maiden until she’s satisfied.