Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H104 Meneko House: Morning Bath Sex

H104 Meneko House: Morning Bath Sex

“Nn, nnh…”

I wake to find myself drowning in breasts. My face is sandwiched between them, but I can breathe fine. Well, maybe not fine—it feels heavy, like I can’t lift my head. Straining my eyes downward, I see a woman clinging to my chest, asleep. Someone’s hugging me from the side too. Are all the Meneko women piled on me? It’s morning, so no other family’s women would be visiting. This must be a real flesh blanket.

“Nn, mmm…”

The flesh blanket feels good, a bit heavy, but I shouldn’t say that. Groggy thoughts swirl as I try to get up. I need to pee. Wait, isn’t “picking flowers” a girl-only phrase? I’m distracted, but I’ve got enough composure to think about it.

“Nn, fuu… Akira-sama? …Good morning,” a voice says.

The grand breasts on my right shift slightly. It’s Sakumi-san, her glossy long hair cascading over her beautiful white cheeks. She’s 58, like Reiran-san, right? How is she so alluring? Barely any wrinkles. The clan’s older women are all stunning.

Anyway.

“Good morning. Uh, I need to use the bathroom…” I say.

“That’s urgent. Everyone, it’s morning. Wake up,” Sakumi-san says, raising her voice slightly.

The other women stir.

“Akira-san… good morning,” one says.

“Good morn—mmph,” another starts.

Asami-san, pressing her breasts to my left cheek, steals my lips before I can reply. The hot morning kiss makes my morning wood twitch.

“Nn, good morning,” says Ayumi-san, clinging to my side. Seeing Asami kiss me, she slides her tongue in, not to be outdone. Haa, it feels good.

“Nn, morning,” Ikuyo-chan mumbles, waking atop me. She licks my chest lightly. Ah, that’s sensitive.

“Everyone, stop sleep-dazing and get up,” Sakumi-san says, clapping lightly.

The three beauties reluctantly peel off me.

They’re all naked. Ikuyo-chan was naked during sex, but the older three had clothes—those sheer, sexier-than-naked outfits. They must’ve stripped before snuggling. When did Ikuyo-chan and Asami-san join this room? Doesn’t matter.

Freed by Sakumi-san’s command, I head to the bathroom with the four women, all still naked. Shouldn’t we cover up with robes? Well, too late now.

After relieving myself, the four lead me to the bath. I didn’t bathe yesterday—straight to sex after dinner.

The bathroom feels like an open-air onsen, with a transparent ceiling and bright blue sky. Surrounded by the Meneko house, it’s like a courtyard.

“Akira-san, over here,” Ikuyo-chan says.

After a quick shower, she pulls me to a large air mattress and lays me down.

“I’ll wash you,” Asami-san says, lathering herself with body soap and lying beside me, rubbing her body against mine. Is this washing?

“Me too!” Ikuyo-chan says, rubbing her soapy body against me. Her breast’s swell feels amazing.

Ayumi-san clings to my legs, washing them while sucking my erect cock. Sakumi-san washes my hair from behind.

I let them wash me, enveloped by their glossy skin and firm breasts, feeling blissful, like being swarmed by celestial maidens on a cloud. Ah, I’m gonna cum.

But at my limit, Ayumi-san releases my cock. Haa, I was so close.

She switches to washing my cock with both hands, not stroking but caressing. Already at my limit, the sensation pushes me further. She’s gentle, keeping me from cumming, edging me. Haa, it’s intense.

“Akira-san, I’ll wash your back,” Asami-san says.

“Okay,” I reply.

They flip me onto my stomach on the air mattress. Now my back is washed. My cock presses into the mattress, but their delicate fingers trace my butt, stoking my urge to cum.

“Akira-san, you’ve got some muscle…” Ikuyo-chan whispers, rubbing my back with her breasts. I’m an indoor guy, but have I built some muscle?

“Yeah, I’ve been ‘exercising’ a lot lately,” I say.

Nighttime exercise, though I don’t discriminate between day or night.

“Really?” Ikuyo-chan says, oblivious to the innuendo. The older women seem to catch it, their subtle chuckles noticeable. Ikuyo-chan’s new to this, so it’s understandable.

After being washed with their bodies and rinsed, I soak alone in the tub while they wash their hair. Their glossy black hair, varying in length, is stunning.

“Akira-san, please!” Ikuyo-chan calls from outside the tub, having finished washing her hair first. I knew it. I stand and climb onto the air mattress.

Ikuyo-chan sits, legs stretched, exuding maximum 12-year-old allure.

My cock hardens as I approach.

“I’m putting it in,” I say.

“Okay,” she replies.

I angle my cock, press it against her pussy, rub her lips, and slowly push in.

“Nn, haa, ahhn, it’s good,” Ikuyo-chan moans breathily.

Just inserted, she seems composed, but I’m about to burst. Soaking calmed me slightly, but their naked bodies’ washing left me on edge. Halfway in, I’m near my limit.

I can’t let a man’s pride falter. To make Ikuyo-chan cum, I need to caress her inside properly.

Slowly, avoiding premature release, I insert fully, grab her breasts, and pull back gently.

“Ah, uun, nn,” she moans.

Her pussy gently envelops my tip, tightly gripping my shaft, driving me wild. Haa, it’s good. She moans pleasurably, but can I last until she cums?

Even if I cum first, I’ll keep going until she does.

With that mindset, I relax. Still close to cumming, but determined, I speed up my thrusts.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn!” she moans rapidly.

Despite my cock’s sensitivity, I maintain my pace. Did my resolve boost my endurance? Whatever, I can satisfy her now.

The wet sounds of my thrusts intensify.

“Ahhn, ahhn, aaaaah!” Ikuyo-chan screams, arching sharply, her hips trembling. Her tightening pussy surges my pleasure.

I push harder for the final sprint.

“Ku, ugh, I’m cumming!” I shout.

A hot flood of cum pours into her womb. Ikuyo-chan trembles, accepting my seed.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps, her face a private expression of ecstasy.

“Akira-san, me next,” Asami-san says, smiling.

“Okay,” I reply.

I slowly pull out of Ikuyo-chan’s tight, trembling pussy, nearly cumming again from the sensation.

Sakumi-san and Ayumi-san take Ikuyo-chan to the tub. Asami-san lies on her back on the air mattress.

“Go ahead,” she says.

“Here I go,” I reply.

I angle my still-erect cock and slowly thrust into her pussy.

“Nfua, so deep,” Asami-san moans.

Her pussy grips my cock tightly. God, it’s good—different from Ikuyo-chan’s.

I pull out and thrust again. Having just cum, I should last longer than with Ikuyo-chan.

Like before, I grab her breasts, pinch her nipples, and thrust, ravaging her pussy.

“Ahhn, ahhn, ahhn!” Asami-san moans girlishly, her face melting in lust, her body arching in pleasure. Her trembling pussy and writhing folds stroke my cock. Haa, ugh.

The wet sounds grow louder.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she gasps.

“Nku, I’m cumming!” I shout.

A gush of cum erupts.

“Nnaaaah!” she cries, trembling violently.

Haa, so good. Asami-san climaxes almost simultaneously, her pussy milking my cum as I pant and pour into her.

“Akira-san, my turn,” Ayumi-san says, appearing behind me from the tub.

“Let’s do it,” I reply without hesitation, pulling out of Asami-san with a wet sound.

“Ah, aaaaah!” Ayumi-san screams.

“Ah, I’m cumming!” I shout.

After making Ayumi-san cum, I pour seed into Sakumi-san. Breakfast will taste great after this.