"Did you do what you stupid brat?!" The clearly female voice yelled at a child in front of her, who looked reasonably like her.
"Hey! Just stop yelling at me you old hag!" A childish voice yelled, only to receive a loud smack to the back of his head from his mother. "Owwwww! You old hag, that fucking hurts!"
Masaki narrowed his eyes dangerously, quickly putting his hands on his hips. "You broke Kame-san's window. He saw you do it and told you to stay and wait for him to clean up the mess you made. Instead, you ran back home with your tail between your legs like a pussy. , Ichigo."
"Fuck you old hag! I stayed up all night because of that idiot!" Ichigo said angrily, that was the angry retort that came out of the six year old's mouth. "I hate him!"
Masaki let out a sigh from her lips as she quickly looked away from her son and looked at the trail of dust and mud he left behind in his wake. She was hotheaded herself, of course; but her son was an entirely different kind of hothead. It had only been two weeks since the house next door had finally been purchased, after more than ten years in the limbo of mobile homes, as a naturally assertive woman, and the closest she came out to greet him and welcome him into the neighborhood. When she arrived at her new neighbor's door, she noticed that there were some other neighbors who were also gathering there and she could really understand why.
His name was Kame Kinuyo, with short, wavy, wild-looking hair, much like her own, with an ancient three-fingered claw scar slicing through his right eye, making him look wild…dangerous, even when combined with the the seductive smile he had happily flashed her and her neighborhood friends. If that wasn't enough, even through the shirt he wore, she could clearly see his muscles stretching the fabric of his blouse. Her eyes were a sky blue, but her gaze was so intense that just looking into her eyes made her feel like she was drowning in an endless, crystalline ocean. Her accent was foreign, confirming he wasn't from the region.
Masaki had always heard people say that good looks attract the eyes, while personality attracts the heart, Masaki personally thought this was complete bullshit. When she met her husband, she felt free to approach him. However, she didn't feel that way with this younger man. Every night, the sound of a woman moaning like a bitch didn't echo through the neighborhood. The next morning, a different woman can be seen with a goofy grin on her face and definitely limping out her door. It didn't help that he would greet her later, making her nervous every fucking time. Things have been going well for the past two days, since she made it a point to avoid talking to her new neighbor, of course. Unfortunately, paying him a visit was a must now, because she needed to apologize to him on her son's behalf. It was then that she realized something extremely useful and advantageous for her, her husband was at home.
"Shin?" Masaki yelled, staggering into the living room. "Could you please go to Kame-san's house and ask him how much it will cost to fix his window? Ichigo broke it and to no surprise he didn't bother to apologize, he actually ran like a pussy, frankly this one boy is just lip-in. We need to do something about it."
Shin looked away from her working papers with a frown marring her face. "It doesn't really surprise me that he does that. It's time to think about enrolling him in anger management classes, Ichigo-chan could turn out to be a bully in a few years, she's already showing some typical bully signs, especially at school." Shin muttered and paused followed by a sigh. "Unfortunately, I have to finish this by tomorrow morning. Can't you go over to Kame-san's house and get the quote? I'll be happy to write the check."
Masaki bit his lower lip but said nothing to her husband as he turned on his heel. That was just crazy, but she felt it was beneath her domineering personality to admit to her that she was having a crush on her new neighbor.
'This will turn out fine.' Masaki thought quickly as she left the house. 'This will be fine.'
~xXx~
"Come on…answer soon." muttered Masaki under his breath, his lips twisting into a snarl. For the past two minutes she's been knocking on her neighbor's door and ringing the doorbell, just so he's not coming to answer. She knocked again, this time with considerable force, and the door immediately flew open. Her features immediately fell, realizing her anger got the better of her. Not that she was ignorant of the fact that she was "breaking down the door and walking in", but she needed to sort out this mess with her neighbor as soon as possible. Entering the hallway, she noticed that the interior and design were almost identical to her house, not that it surprised her that much. This was the same case for most homes in her neighborhood. It was then that a large shadow invaded her field of vision and her eyes were almost the size of dinner plates.
Her neighbor had one hand on her hip, holding a bath towel that was wrapped around her lower body. What she felt when she looked at him for the first time was nothing compared to how she was feeling now. Her pectorals jutted out too much, looking like steel plates firmly etched into her chest. His shoulders supported biceps the size of stones. His eyes shamelessly looked down at her body, his breath hard to take in her hard abdomen and that V-shaped torso tapering sensually to her narrow waist.
"This is a surprise." Kinuyo muttered impassively. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Masaki-san?"
Masaki tried, but failed miserably in his attempt to appear indifferent to his neighbor's current state of nudity. "O-oh…um…my son broke your window earlier today."
"Oh, right." Kinuyo muttered shaking his head up and down. "I was going to talk to you about it later tonight, so it's a good thing you stopped by. Let me change and we can discuss this later."
It was so onerous to try to maintain eye contact when her field of vision was being consumed by the divine exterior in front of her. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Masaki jerked his arm to the side. This used to be something she did when she was nervous, but the last time it happened was around the time she started dating Shin. Unfortunately, in doing so, she accidentally bumped into a sheathed sword that was resting in the corner of the wall. She gasped as the gun flew towards the stairs, but Kinuyo was already reaching out to grab her. This, however, forced his towel to open and fall to the floor.
"Oh Amaterasu…' Masaki thought in shock, amazed to see Kinuyo's cock hanging freely, suspended nearly eight inches long in complete flaccidity. Dark blue veins ran along the throbbing shaft like a bolt of lightning shot into the night sky. It was unbelievable. in its thickness, its length, its masculinity, its presence, and she couldn't help but make a comparison with what she was familiar with. Even at rest, it was larger and longer than her husband's cock and seemed to be thicker than her own. Shin was a child compared to Kinuyo. Masaki couldn't find words, she didn't even know what words to look for, there was no way Kame Kinuyo could be a mortal man. Suddenly, surprisingly, there was a stormy desire emanating from his gut. her panties started to damp and the butterflies that so often appeared in her belly were now flying like a hurricane.
Kinuyo stifled a smirk, the beautiful woman's reaction stirred at the sight of her great beast, which was evident from the fact that it began to grow, rise and harden before the eyes of her magnificent neighbor. It was endearing to see her mouth drop open to see him fully erect. "Please don't mind my dick. It has a mind of its own."
"H-yeah ...I never..." Masaki let out a murmur from his lips, two identical streaks of cherry hitting his cheeks. "Oh my Amaterasu!"
Kinuyo smiled happily, hearing that made him smile happily at Masaki. "Mhm, by your reaction I must be bigger than your husband?"
The mention of Shin made Masaki shiver as if the needles were raining down on her. 'She was a married woman! Oh, Amaterasu, how could she have kept looking at her neighbor like that?' Masaki thought quickly. "II…I, I have to go!"
Even when the seductive lady said this, she still hadn't moved, so Kinuyo started walking towards her. "Oh, but we need to have this conversation, Masaki-san."
Masaki tried to move his legs, but without success. The temperature was rising several degrees, so much so that the heat was making her hallucinate. A smooth liquid began to bathe her skin as her "liquid skin" was activated by the force of the sight of the man's monster penis rocking from side to side, slamming against her thighs. She lazily tugged at the back of her shirt, routinely running her lips over her hungry lips as sweat trickled down her forehead. "Please... put on some clothes." Masaki muttered, not the least bit surprised by how docile she sounded to this ridiculously well endowed man she was with a high-school crush on. Never in her life had she taken the opportunity to take matters into her own hands. After all, she was the one who demanded that her husband go out with her all those years ago. Unfortunately for her, this god in mortal body was the only man against whom she simply could not launch a controversy. She was definitely in a lot of trouble.
"I was going, Masaki-chan, put on some clothes." Whispered Kinuyo hoarsely, deciding that now was the time to increase the flow and slightly increase the temperature he was spreading into the air. "But I decided to be against it."
The result of her battle against Set and his Chaos Lords was far beyond her comprehension. All he remembered was waking up in this new world. Being an extremely adaptive individual, he had no intention of complaining at first, in the eyes of others he was dead, so the first thing he did was learn the local dialect. He also continued to hone his skills. It helped that all Three Truths were still with him and he still had his full powers in "Spiritual Fusion Mode". Wandering around this new world was nice and elegant, mainly because he was completely addicted to mature women, especially those who were wives and had children. He had no idea how many married women he had eternally ruined for any other man besides him since coming into this world just over a year ago. However, he had decided that it was finally time to calm down in his exploration of the most amazing and magnificent married women when he caught a glimpse of Masaki Kumagoro for the first time. Buying the house next to her doesn't require any effort on his part. Then again, he was destined to get rich by carrying out his brutal onslaughts against the black market, breaking into criminal organization hideouts, auctioning valuables, money laundering houses, illegal casinos, all that and more, along with a small change. memory on some important members of the World Security Committee and presto, "Special Control and Elimination Force", unofficially created, a free hand for your actions.
During the two weeks, he tested the waters with subtle seduction. It wasn't hard to hammer the married woman's determination, because he could tell she was attracted to him from the start. Every night since he moved into this house, he has infected housewife after housewife in the neighborhood. None of them could compare to Masaki Kumagoro, however. Today was the day he planned to take her. The plan was for him to go over to her house and "talk" to her about her son breaking his window. To his surprise, she came here alone, right after he finished showering. It was as if the Almighty were delivering this wonderful gift to him on a silver platter.
"...Why...please..." Madaki's breathing became labored as Kinuyo reached out and cupped the sides of her face. Even though he was at least a good few inches away from her, his cock was stabbing into her stomach. Masaki immediately recoiled when his tongue slid over her lips, leaving a thin, hot trail of saliva. In that moment, she knew she should have made a beeline for the door, but she lost all sense of reality when he pulled her into a kiss. Despite her bestial physique, her lips were so soft and full that her lips kind of melted into them. But it was more than just a raw physical sensation. There seemed to be a sort of hissing sensation between their joined mouths that vibrated through her entire body.
"Mhhmphh..." Misaki muttered and everything she wanted to say ended up sounding dazed as Kinuyo's tongue darted into her mouth and filled her entire mouth with a sizzling, velvety smoothness. The strange feeling that had been centered in her mouth when he'd kissed her was no longer confined there, it was spreading like a virus. She began to breathe through her nose, her sense of smell awash with her musky scent. His hand cupped the back of her neck, squeezing just the right amount of pressure, his skin feeling silky against hers as her huge breasts sank into the brick wall that was her chest. Her nipples were so hard at this point they were trying to make a hole in her shirt. As much as she tried, she was too overwhelmed by the enormity of what she was feeling to do anything but simply fall for it. With just one kiss, he made her feel sensations hitherto strange to her. His hot, searing tongue continued to lick gently but forcefully into her mouth, tasting her, almost smothering her with his insistence. The room was now filled with the sound of their tongues swallowing and the high-pitched gasps of their moans.
'W-what... what the hell is going on with me?' Masaki thought as his brain raged for her to pull away, but his heart, body and soul refused to listen to reason. She knew it was wicked, but in many ways it felt like her first kiss, that electric feeling people remember fondly for the rest of their lives. A moan escaped her when she suddenly felt his tongue slip from her mouth, pulling between her teeth and lips. But then, when his body began to pull away from hers and the taste of his tongue began to cool in her mouth, it was like a spell had been broken. Not entirely, of course, because she was still feeling the aftereffects of her seemingly endless sexual energy.
Masaki was now panting like an exhausted dog, a bright red hue spreading across his upper body. She could still feel his monster cock rubbing against his belly, but she didn't dare look down. His nipples ached as her breasts remained swollen against his chest. Even though she was stunned, she was aware that she was running cream through her panties. Her kissing sensation soon began to fade and now she was able to remember who she was and what she was doing. She was a married woman who was kissing a man who was not her husband.
"...I can't...do this, this is wrong." whimpered Masaki as she turned her head, only to be pulled back into Kinuyo's arms. "Please Kinuyo. I need to get back to my husband."
Kinuyo, moving his right hand to Masaki's left shoulder, he started to pull the sleeve of his shirt below his elbow, sliding his hand out of it. "You're not going anywhere, Masaki-chan. We both know what it really felt like in that kiss."
Her blouse top now fell forward, exposing her huge breasts to the hot air and Kinuyo's hungry eyes. Not a second was Masaki presented to cook in guilt as he quickly crushed his lips against hers again, his tongue curling around her like a mating snake. Air was pushed out of his lungs, so bewildered by its intensity that she desperately threw her hands around him, sinking her fingers into his hair, holding him close to her. This kiss was even more powerful than the first, if that was really possible, and it was making her feel like she'd slept her entire life and had just woken up for the first time.
Reaching behind her back, he tickled her bare spine beneath her raised blouse hem. He then pulled away from her lips and stifled a laugh as his mouth opened and closed subconsciously in ecstasy. Wasting no time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the delicious curve at the bottom of her right breast. Her tongue slid out, moving around the bare flesh and he could feel the velvety feel of her skin and taste her naturally sweet taste.
As he sucked Masaki gently, Kinuyo lifted his right hand up to her right breast, immediately feeling the hardened nipple pressing into her palm. "You have an amazing set of breasts. So big but so soft. I love them."
"W-wait, please...let me...go back...to..." Masaki muttered in a form of protest, but her feeble protest disappeared, as did her senses, when she felt a slight shift in her texture when Kinuyo's lips passed the edge of the areola. He was now moving his lips to the underside of her breast as he massaged the other one lightly. In no time he began to devour her nipple, channeling chakra to her tongue to heighten the sensation to the point of pushing the memory of her husband out of her mind.
Kinuyo moaned in the back of her throat, finding the firm texture of the woman's nipple even more pleasing than her luscious breasts. He began to suck harder, supporting the nub on her tongue, the skin stretch taught. Every time Masaki tried to push him away from her, he flicked his tongue against her, feeling her bounce and vibrate, effectively silencing her every time. With his hands, he changed the pace and began squeezing her breasts fiercely, reveling in the feel of her flesh as he explored her vast depths. 'You are a lucky man, Shin-san.'
Masaki began to whimper, her pussy so close to spurting that she was forced to clench her thighs together. Kinuyo was relentlessly adoring her breast, sucking and jerking on her nipple as she kneaded and massaged her meat marshmallows. Her husband had never paid so much attention to her. So lost in the pleasure, she didn't notice Kinuyo started to slide a hand down her back. It wasn't until she felt his hand digging through her ass slit that she came to her senses. She threw her head back but was unable to move much because he was chewing on her breasts. "K-Kinuyo-san! N-No! Please stop it!"
"Shh... it's alright, Masaki-chan." Kinuyo whispered seductively, a popping sound filling the room as he slid his mouth off Masaki's nipple. It was tempting to see the pink bulge glistening with her saliva. "Be a good girl and get naked for me."
Masaki Kumagoro shivered, his eyes widening for a second before starting to fall. Despite how kind, romantic and passionate Kinuyo had been to her, treating her like a true goddess, he was now looking at her with authority. She was a bossy housewife and a loving mother, but she couldn't find the courage to oppose this younger, more dominant young man. Her body began to react by itself, much to her horror. Absolute silence was observed as she voluntarily took off her clothes.
"Kinuyo-san." Masaki begged. "Please…I must go back to my husband. I cannot break my wedding vows!"
Reaching out, Kame gently traced Masaki's jaw line with his finger. "You will be a good girl and spread the eagle on the ground. Do you understand?"
When Masaki realized that she had waved at him, the floodgates opened and she began to cry freely. How the hell was he overpowering her so easily? Despite the influx of emotions coursing through her, when he claimed her lips for a brief second, it felt like everything was right with the world again. He stared at her and the struggle began to fade from her eyes. Now she was lying on the floor, obediently opening her legs for Kinuyo. 'Please forgive me, dear.'
Kinuyo licked his lips, looking at what was possibly the most perfect pussy he's ever encountered in this world. Her outer lips were quite swollen and her inner lips were a taut line of pink flesh the same color as her beautiful nipples. Sitting on top of her was her swollen clit, and it was there that he saw all of her skin glistening with excitement. Masaki was a perfect vision of feminine charm and desire. "You have such a beautiful pussy, Masaki-chan."
Masaki didn't realize until now that Kinuyo had applied an affectionate honorific title to the end of her name. The irascible woman in her was begging to take a stand, but she finally kept her mouth shut. He was teasing her, teasing her, doing all kinds of unforgivable things to her, and she was incapable of doing a damn thing to stop him from doing them. And now he was leaving an unbroken chain of kisses down along the underside of her breasts, past her belly, her navel and then slowly down between her legs. She wasn't sure how long it took him to make this journey, but it felt like hours, as every place his lips touched felt like fire. Her spiky hair trailed across her glowing skin, tickling her gently and calming the flame of her kisses.
"Oh...no..." whimpered Masaki as Kinuyo connivingly placed only the gentlest contact in the center of her leaky slit, his nose just fractions of an inch from her clit. Her lips dipped gently and she could feel them caressing her overstimulated skin. He continued like this assiduously, lingering as he rained kisses all along the length of her pussy, never pressing hard.
"You know what? I've never tasted such delicious pussy." Kinuyo purred, her lips moist with the married woman's arousal. "You can forget that your husband will never touch you again. You belong to me now."
Once again he was pushing the envelope and once again all that left her mouth was a moan. She remembered her husband, her innocent Shin. He would be destroyed if he found out about this. Her love for him gathered the strength she needed to clench her thighs and try to get away. Unfortunately, that didn't stop him from starting the slow climb back up to her big lips. He was stronger now, letting his lips sink deeper into hers. Occasionally, his tongue darted out of her mouth, giving her only a slight penetration. Despite the increased intensity, he didn't move any faster. No, all he did was work his way into her pussy in a pattern so intricate it left her in a shivering mess.
Suddenly, his hot, contorted tongue dropped heavily from her mouth and splashed full force against her clit, instantly enveloping it in a thick, soft mass and drenching her in his hot, boiling saliva, saliva. She let out a high-pitched moan, her eyes bulging, her legs shaking, her body overwhelmed by what he was doing to her. It was then that he moved one of her hands to her aching breasts and began pulling and pinching her nipples. Now he was curling her hand deftly, massaging the relieved flesh of her breast with his fingers and gently teasing her tight nipple with his palm. There was no time to savor this sensation because Kinuyo was simultaneously swirling his tongue around her clit.
"Argghhhh!" Shouted Masaki snarling, strings of sensation exploding from her nether region as an extra layer of silk induced by her "liquid skin" began to cover her cap. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but it was definitely stronger than anything she'd ever experienced. As much as she couldn't admit it, her husband wasn't nearly as skilled as that young man, he was driving her crazy.
With shameful eyes, she followed the length of Kinuyo's arm to his broad shoulder. Adrenaline rushed through her when she realized he was looking right at her from between her legs. Her vagina was open and his hot, fat tongue spread through her. She could also see her hard clit resting on her tongue like a pink pearl. She had no idea how he did it, but he managed to push her further and further into delirium, her pussy essentially dripping onto her chin, all the while managing to always back off before she could climax. She started to shake her hips, not wanting to give Kinuyo the satisfaction, but unfortunately the moans that escaped her didn't sound like her, they sounded like a wanton slut. "Please!"
For what felt like hours, Kinuyo continued to torture her, languidly stroking her pussy with his tongue as if painting a masterpiece. She whimpered when he moved his free hand down to her thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh. At the same time, she felt his body loosen from her other leg, his gigantic testicles slipping from her shin, leaving a warmth behind her that unfortunately she was starting to miss. Finally, the last bit of tension holding her nipple under her fingertip snapped and her nipple released, aching as it hit his heaving chest. Kinuyo was still sucking on her clit, his tongue occasionally delving into her leaking pussy.
"P-please…no…" pleaded Masaki, in his elation of guilt, since she could see her wedding band flickering out of the corner of her eye. "I'm gonna...I can't...please stop...I'm gonna come!" Masaki muttered and sadly, with the unbridled pleasure she felt, she began to move her hips in unbridled ecstasy, for the first time willingly desecrating the vows she made to her husband. Mellifluous moans escaped her as Kinuyo began to whip her nether lips with her tongue swirling and prodding, all while she massaged her clit with her thumb to draw even more blood into that swollen piece of flesh. Her body began to compress, thrash, squirm over and over again as she grabbed his head, digging her nails into his skull. Teeth clenched, she began to hiss like a demented savage in some distant, remote jungle. And as soon as her tongue enveloped her G-spot, he wiped it out with a thunderous bolt of chakra. Her cervix moaned as she frantically closed the door, her vaginal walls contracting so hard that even her anus retracted into the fetal position. Her eyes turned to the shadowy ceiling, every nerve ending, every muscle, every thought and every element that made her a woman was now coming together in a miraculous, fantastical orgasmic attack.
"I'm CUMMMMMINNGGG!" Masaki screamed at the top of his lungs, a million stars invading her field of vision as it spurted from the depths of her pussy. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her hands dug deep into Kinuyo's head, her buttocks hitting the floor, spasming like a trauma patient. Her eyes were leaking with glycerin silk; everything else happening around her became a blur to her. Slowly but surely, she mustered the courage to open her eyes and saw Kinuyo pulling out of her folds. This was by far the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced in her life.
"K-Kinuyo-kun…" muttered Masaki, her heart heavy for naming the honorific title, but right now she felt closer to him than even her family. "That... I, oh Amaterasu ... like..."
"Your husband doesn't even come close to that, does he?" Kinuyo asked and laughed happily when Masaki turned his head, his answer obvious. "Get up, Masaki-chan. It's time for you to suck my cock."
"B-but…you're…" she rambled on Masaki as she stared at her lap. "You're too big. There's no way I can put you in my mouth."
In response, Kinuyo slapped the forehead of his latest conquest with the head of his cock, creating a small thudding sound that echoed down his hallway. "I really believe you, Masaki-chan. Now get down on your knees."
Masaki let out a sigh she didn't know she had when her hands landed on Kinuyo's upper left and right, respectively. From what she could definitely see, her fingers wouldn't even meet around his circumference. Consequently, she would absolutely have to use both hands to serve him. She looked at him before looking at her wedding band. 'I'm sorry, Shin-kun.'
Taking a deep breath, Masaki traced the pre-semiol of his urethra with his fingertip before spreading it around the mushroom's head. Her hands were shaking, her palms were sweating because this was the first time she'd touched a cock that wasn't her husband's. Unfortunately, thinking about Shin reminded her that she could easily wrap one hand around his manhood while she was being forced to use both of her hands to find Kinuyo's waist. Below were his huge balls, and she could tell without touching them that they were heavy, making her wonder how much was being stored inside them. Having mentally prepared himself, Masaki began to open his lips as wide as she could. Unfortunately, Kinuyo's cock didn't fit. She tried again, this time straining her jaw until it hurt, but it was still futile. Deciding to buy a little more time, she began tracing the length of his shaft with her tongue. She made a back and forth motion as she licked him, as she thought of ways to get that huge head inside her. Unfortunately, this bold attempt was no better. Not even at its widest point was she able to stretch her lips enough to swallow its thick mushroom head. Her jaw ached from so much work, so she decided to move her tongue back to tuck the head of his gigantic cock into her mouth. 'Urggh...how can he be so big?!'
With the help of his "liquid skin", Masaki began to secrete a soft liquid around his mouth caves. Enraged that all her efforts had been in vain, she wrapped her arms around his waist before tossing her head forward, forcing the head of his dick into her mouth. A combination of "liquid", saliva and his pre-cum began to accumulate inside her mouth to the point where it not only lubricated the head of his cock, but also began to leak out of the corner of her mouth. She should have been riddled with guilt right now, but she wasn't. Her mushroom head was giving off heat so tremendous it burned the inside of her mouth. Because of this, she began to crave more inside her. And then she dug her nails into the back of his thighs, pushing her head deeper into his groin. It took a while to get four inches of him inside her, but even after all that effort, she couldn't get a good blowjob on him because of how thick he was.
"Good girl." Kinuyo happily praised Masaki, her eyes burning with lust as the housewife drooled over her cock like an excited dog. "Keep sucking."
Not once did Masaki flinch, although it was logical to throw in the towel. She sucked on him for so long that his knees started to ache, but he was still painfully hard and refused to ejaculate. Sucking her husband was an easy task because it took less than two minutes to make him squirt a few drops of sperm. It took everything she had to do this extremely, but now she had a solid ten inches of his cock inside her mouth. She looked like a fish out of water, her cheeks swollen, tears streaming down the sides of her face, breasts falling out.
Kame Kinuyo was now fucking another married woman's face, a married woman he wanted as her own, his hips moving vigorously back and forth as he found his thrusts pumping her head back and forth. When he moved his hips back, he thrust his head forward. When he would pedal forward, he would grip the sides of her head tightly and pull all the way down onto her cock. Masaki was choking like a fizzy slut and he was going to give her the prize she rightfully deserves. "I'm coming!"
Masaki's eyes widened as the supersonic blast hit the back of her throat hard. She swallowed desperately, but then he fired her second charge, undoing all the work she'd just done, leaving her cheeks even fuller as a few jets blasted the seal of her lips. Tears sprang to her eyes as she started blowing bubbles of cum, unable to handle the amount that was being poured down her throat. Unfortunately, now that she'd slipped his cock out of her mouth, he was free to shower her with his affection.
A whipping noise echoed through the air as her jism splashed across her face from the tip of her nose to her chin. It hit her face, catching a few strands of hair along the way. Her chin, nose and mouth were next until her breasts were covered in reproductive cream. At the end of it all, she was a whimpering mess as she was wiping her release from both of her eye sockets, knowing full well that she would look unrecognizable in the mirror. "Urg... so much sperm."
Kinuyo, taking a drop of his semen with one finger, he reached down and spread it on the wedding band of his latest conquest. "Let's go take a shower. We'll continue this at your house."
Masaki looked at Kinuyo, his cum drenched eyes wide as saucers. "M-my house?"
"That's right, Masaki-chan." Kinuyo said with a sexy smile on her lips. "Do you think I was kidding when I said you belong to me now?"
Masaki then finally realized something extremely scary at that moment, that was the moment his marriage was over. Her husband had no chance of defeating the man she was cheating on him with.
~xXx~
The sound of the main door closing informed Shin that his wife was home, he was currently definitely starving. "Hi, honey. How was it with Kinuyo-san?"
As she approached the living room, the devoted wife who was nearly dead begged her to get off that adulterous roller coaster. After giving her new lover a blowjob, he guided her to the shower. It was incredibly intimate when he washed her body, so she willingly washed him in return. She knew now that she wouldn't be able to stop him from making love to her. At least her husband wouldn't find out about her affair, Kinuyo had assured her that.
"It went well, honey." replied Masaki. "Oh, and Kinuyo-kun wanted to leave some desserts for us to clear the air between us. Isn't that nice of him?"
Shin heard the honorific title, but decided not to express his opinion on the matter at hand. He turned to the tall, muscular man, who carried a large paper bag in his hand. "Thank you, Kinuyo-san."
"You're welcome." Kinuyo replied as he placed the bag on the table. Taking out a box, he opened it and presented it to the man whose wife he claims as his own. "Go ahead, Shin-san. Take a bite. These pastries are freshly baked."
Thanking his neighbor, Shin grabbed a croissant and bit into it like it was the cure for cancer. He moaned, his brown eyes sparkling with joy. "Mmmm...that feels so good!"
"I'm glad you liked it, dear." Masaki said while biting his lower lip. At some point, her husband's face turned pale, and it was at that moment that her lover began pulling at the waistband of her lower back.
A lecherous smile danced across her lips as he slowly took off Masaki's pants, watching as her big, fat, juicy ass puffs up with a hypnotic heel. He lifted the waistband of her pants to keep them from slipping down her legs as they were hanging around her thighs. She was without panties or bra underneath because he never wanted her to wear underwear again. Looking over her shoulder, he noticed that her husband was reacting strongly to the "secret ingredient" he had mixed into dessert. He dropped his pants and his monster cock ran away like a predator attacking her prey. Squeezing her buttocks together, he fitted them around his exposed cock.
'This…this is…I can't believe I'm doing this…' thought Masaki, her heart jumping in her chest as she looked at her husband as the man she was committing adultery with started swaying his hips to back and forth, fucking the cleft of her ass. Shin was looking at her but not at her, the drugs were clearly affecting him. This was so wrong, oh so wrong, but why was she feeling so hot?
Finally, Shin staggered and lost all sense of reality. Kinuyo chuckled as he withdrew from his partner's buttocks. Grabbing the unconscious man by the cuff of his shirt, he placed him in a nearby chair. Unobtrusively creating a ghost shadow, he sent it upstairs so that Ichigo wouldn't invade the place anytime soon. Turning to his lover, he saw her shuffling her feet. "Take off your clothes, Masaki-chan."
"B-but…my husband is…" Masaki muttered paused here, noticing the darkening of his sky blue Kinuyo orbs. She nodded submissively, undressing without another word. At her request, she crawled to the couch and knelt, her fingers and toes pushing against the comfortable cushions. Her eyes were glued to the sleeping form of her husband, who was now snoring without caring about the world, completely oblivious to what was happening to his wife.
"Spread your buttocks." He ordered Kinuyo and was pleased that his new lover wasted no time in obeying her command. The two pasty cheeks parted from her ass looked powerfully tasty, all tightly gripped by her delicate hands. Luscious, pink flower petals were sticking out of her pussy pouch. However, he was seduced by the dark pink flashing star that was her anus.
Masaki whimpered audibly as his neighbor began to caress every inch of each of her globes, lifting her skin in a sea of small waves of nervous excitement. Soft kisses turned to hot licks, licking her flesh with tender affection as a tingling sensation began to form in her stomach. Her lower lip was making the slightest contact with her clit as her nose wrapped around her anus in continuous, hot baths of air, sending shivers down her spine. Her back arched against Kinuyo involuntarily, but then her world came crashing down on her as he tried to pierce her virgin ass with his tongue. "Urkkk! No, not there! It's dirty!"
Loving a challenge, Kinuyo opted for a more energetic approach, spitting some mixed saliva into the married woman's untouched ass. As expected, her dark cave opened like the red sea as saliva melted her sensitive flesh. Now he was thrusting his tongue inch by inch into her, finally pulling his hips back towards her face as he reached full extension and her open mouth became pressed as tightly as possible against the edge of her anus. In no time he was engulfed by the complete darkness of being smothered between her ass. Finally, he thrust his tongue into the center of her anus. Since she hadn't expected such deep penetration, especially with her tongue, her bottom instinctively tightened around him as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"My ass… my ass… is on fire!" Shouted Masaki, ripples coursing through her ass as her lover began to religiously consume her insides. In her mind, she was disgusted, but the adulterous, perverse, and taboo nature of the situation she was in was like adrenaline and endorphins mixing ice and fire. The grip on the sofa cushions tightened where her nails ripped the fabric.
'How could being stimulated in such a dirty hole be so good?' Masaki thought to himself, she really didn't care anymore about the fact that she was enjoying herself right in front of her unconscious husband, nor did she care about the fact that her son was up there. Fully surrendering to the adoration of her anal channel, she threw her hands around herself out of primal instinct and buried them in his hair. With each thrust, he forced her face into his slit as far as he could while her tongue swirled inside her, seeking, reaching, driving her crazy. Masaki took her to the edge and held her there in delicious torture, no longer tasting her dark nexus jelly.
Masaki started to hit her face in heat when a dot of bright white light stabbed somewhere between her vagina and clit, exploded outward and into her abdomen, splitting her in two, burying itself inside her, leaving her trembling, screaming, shaking the couch, her orgasm gushing through her. "I'M CUMMMMINGGGGGGGG!" Misaki screamed aloud and a wave of juices like a tsunami gushed from the depths of her vagina, following her anus tightening around the blonde's tongue. So ridiculous was her release that each splash splashed noisily onto the pillows. Her bellows gradually turned to defeated moans as she pressed her face into the soaked pillow. This was the first time she had her ass eaten and it felt like heaven on earth.
Withdrawing from Masaki's ass, a sexy smile curved her lips as he realized, from the dirty sofa, how outrageously she had climaxed. Getting to his feet, he turned the weeping, shaking woman around and used the strength of her upper body to lift her into the air with a single arm. "It's time to ruin you for your husband, Masaki-chan. I want you to face him while you ride my cock."
Masaki quickly saw all her memories of her wedding day flash back to her in a flashback as she looked at Shin. She knew this was a mess, but it was even more fucked up that most of her didn't care that she was about to have sex with another man right in front of her husband. Due to how huge her neighbor's cock was, she had to stand on either side of his thighs to line up with the head of his erection. She looked at his wedding ring before closing her eyes. The answer should have been simple: let her fulfill her heavenly vow never to make love to any man other than his wife. But this man's stick would not be a forbidden fruit, it would be a forbidden forest with the sweetest offerings of sinful nectar. Offering a silent prayer for forgiveness, she began to lower herself. 'I'm sorry, Shin-kun."
Masaki's labia began to twitch, quiver and then capitulate, dilating around him as his mushroom head cut through their mated depths. She screamed loudly, arching her back as pain seared her mind, body and soul. Her legs gave out and the back of her head landed on her broad shoulder, forcing his monster cock even further inside her. Cute little idiot of hers clenched in fear of the hell being unleashed on her twin sister.
"Aaaaargggggggggggghhhhhhh!" She roared Masaki hysterically as Kinuyo continued to feed her unfaithful pussy. "YOU ARE TOO BIG!"
Even though only a little over a third of her cock was inside her, Kinuyo was conquering uncharted territory and it felt like she was bifurcating her pussy. There was no way she could handle him! To her shock and amazement, the pure pair she was in began to transform into something better, hotter and more intoxicating, causing shivers of carnal pleasure to radiate out of her pussy and into her very soul. She felt him grow, with each stroke of his manhood, with each filling of his cock inside her, the rumblings of an incomprehensible orgasm were beginning to coalesce. Suddenly her mouth dropped open in shock, and her nails dug into her arms so deeply she almost drew blood.
In utter desperation, she turned her head, the edges of her vision fading as her focus settled on the rugged beauty of the man who was giving her that feeling. She never knew it could feel like this. She never knew sex could be so absolutely divine. Her pussy was stretched to an incomprehensible limit, easily three times fuller than it had ever been with her husband. Kinuyo was causing pleasure to explode out of previously unknown nerve endings inside her. A deeper thrust from her extremity forced the imaginary workers of her nervous system to go on strike. At first, the sound of her gaping mouth was silence, her eyes opened in disbelief, and then pleasure washed over her. Her eyes then began to roll to the back of her head as he began rocking her up and down on his cock. "Oh- Ohh- Ohhh! Oh Amaterasu Oh Amaterasu- Oh Amaterasu! I'm coming! Kinuyo-kun! You're making me come!"
"I think you're ready for the rest," Kinuyo muttered randomly, deciding to extract every possible ounce of pleasure from her eruption with an incisive pelvic thrust, this time reaching deep into Masaki. There was no greater feeling than rearranging a married woman's insides. "Your wife has the best pussy on the planet, Shin-san. You are such a lucky man!"
Masaki tried to scream again, but nothing came out but the drool flowing freely. She was sure there was a visible mound where the head of Kinuyo's cock was inside her pussy still orgasming and the pain was rising from her uterus to her stomach and up her throat. A considerable amount of saliva came out of her mouth, spreading through the air before landing on her sleeping husband's face.
Knowing Masaki was on the rise, Kinuyo wrapped his arms around her stomach, tilting his hand enough for him to intimidate her swollen clit with his thumb. She thrust her hips, causing his cock to flex inside her. Rubbing her clit in circles, he used his free hand to cup her left nipple between two fingers. Her face was now a mask of lust as she began to twitch and squirm noisily against him. Her body was completely covered in a fine sheen of sweat, while the nerve endings in her body made her tingle for him pushing her beyond her limits.
And now Masaki was whimpering like a scalded dog, her giant breasts bouncing up and down as sweat ran down her body. A bolt of lightning hit her nerve endings as pressure began to build deep inside her once more. First, her pussy started to tingle. Then the sensation spread to the rest of her body. Even her mind was tingling. "C-cummmingggg…"
"That's a good girl! Keep cumming on that cock!" Kinuyo exclaimed happily, her azure blue orbs glistening with pleasure at the feel of her thick, rich cream smothering his shaft. Moving his other hand up, he began to spank her big, juicy breasts like a man possessed.
His head rocked back and forth, vehement tremors running down his legs, reaching all the way up his spine. Her poor clit throbbed with pain as it got caught in her pubic hair every time he threw her against his cock. In her near paralyzed state, she had no idea she was squirting once more. He had broken her pussy to the point of squirting in response to every thrust. While her body experienced unfathomable pleasure, her mind experienced a barrage of emotions. She felt fear, an intense fear that she wouldn't experience it again, and then that fear turned to anger. She thought of her husband. She loved him, and she had promised to be with him in good times and bad, but he had no hope of giving her that kind of sexual pleasure. Despite being wrong, the heart knows what the heart wants, and hers has decided that it belongs to her lover. She bit her lip, wanting to prove to Kinuyo that she didn't want this to be a one-night stand.
"...You're so much bigger than my husband, Kinuyo-kun. I love your cock...it feels so good...it feels so fucking good! Please don't stop fucking me!"
A grim smile curved her lips as Kinuyo started hitting the woman so hard that she started to cry hysterically. No way would this be a one-night stand. That's why he had decided to move next door. She was the only woman on this planet he wanted to settle down with and have a handful of kids with. He was going to spend the rest of his life with her and her husband would have nothing to say about it.
The room began to darken as the sun began to set. She would have expressed her shock at how long he's been having sex with her, but she was confused, her mind surrendering all functions superior to her basic instincts. Her body was burning with sexual pleasure, propelling her into a realm where only she and the man she was cheating on her husband existed. She continued in and out of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, her heart and soul being consumed by love and lust until her ecstasy of affair made her numb.
Masaki began chanting Kinuyo's name, chattering her teeth as if she were reciting a mantra, feeling another orgasm approaching, this one shooting off to an extent she couldn't even have imagined before tonight. "I AM CCCCUMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" screamed Masaki at such an outrageous decibel level that she was sure she would wake up her husband. But he continued to snore, not caring about the world as an excess of vaginal fluids and glycerin gushed from his abused vagina. She could barely breathe as her terrible orgasm began to cleanse her of the little guilt she might have left for desecrating her wedding vows. Almost nodding, her wedding ring gleamed in the dim sunlight that streamed through the window.
Now it was time to mark her territory.
"I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR WIFE SHIN-SAN!" roared Kinuyo, looking directly at the poor man over his lover's shoulder as thick, creamy bands of jism shot from his urethra and through his previously monogamous tunnel. Another jet of baby dough fired, then another, then another, until he was unleashing all the hell inside her.
This eruption of jism fueled the still blazing flames of Masaki's thundering climax, ripping her from the earth and teleporting her to a gate overlooking a garden of radiant sunbeams exploding in fluffy white waves. Just basking in his warm presence was divine, but she knew nirvana was on the other side. Suddenly, the gate swung open and she fell over the cliff into a free fall dive as her lover's jism splashed so hard and deep into her pussy it made her liver turn over. Unfortunately, there was no rest allowed for her as he pulled every inch of his cock out of her before thrusting it back in in one go. A goofy smile curved her lips as her tongue flicked out of her mouth, fucked senseless for the first time in her life.
A satisfied moan escaped Kinuyo as he took two handfuls of her defeated mother's breasts and began to tease her nipples. - Your wife is mine now, Shin-san. '
~xXx~
"Urghh... what a headache. Shin Kumagoro moaned as he quickly ran his hand over his head. The last thing he remembered was eating the cookies his neighbor had brought. There was definitely something in the dessert that didn't suit his stomach. Turning his head, he saw his son sitting on the edge of the sofa, who frankly looked worn out. He would reflect on that later. "What's the matter, Ichigo-chan?"
The boy just scoffed, pointing to the window.
"YOU ARE DESTROYING MY BUTTHOLE!"
The voice was coming from the neighbor's house, but it was so tumultuous it seemed that the person responsible was there with them. As much as he disagreed with the son's irascible nature, he could see why the boy was angry this time. He couldn't quite define what it was, but the voice sounded strangely familiar to him. "Close the window, Ichigo. Kinuyo-san is with female company."
"He's always with a different woman, Dad." Ichigo grunted bitterly. "Why are women always screaming in his house? Does he hurt them or something?"
A dark red tinge rose to Shin's cheeks. He hadn't planned on talking about sex with his son for a few more good years and he had no intention of talking now, especially in the state he was in. "W-well... Kinuyo-san is playing a certain game with them, you see. Don't worry about it. Just close the window."
Ichigo, the little six-year-old troublemaker, obeyed, a frown marring his face. "And where's the old witch? She's not home."
"Is she not home?" Shin repeated his son's words, assuming a similar expression. "Maybe she got mad at me for napping and decided to go out quickly with Itsuko? Give me my phone."
In less than a minute, he was in possession of his portable phone and began dialing his wife's number. At first he thought she wouldn't answer, but eventually he managed to reach her. "Hello?"
"Arggh...hey honey?"
On the other end of the phone, Masaki was on his knees, his face contorted painfully as his strained sphincter tightened around Kinuyo's giant cock. After destroying her vagina for five hours straight, her lover dragged her home to continue her adulterous mating session. She was grateful that he spent nearly an hour performing analingus on her and fingering her before taking her anal virginity. Every inch introduced his body to a new definition of being full as deep movements in his gut indicated that his insides were shifting, moving out of his way as he invaded deeper virgin territory, making a straight passage where none existed. Natural.
"Masaki-chan?" Shin said. "What's wrong? Yours"
"Oh...my...godddddd!" Shouted Masaki as he held the phone to his ear as he sensually moved his hips. Tears rolled down her cheeks from having her ass explored by such a big fat cock, but there was a wild, hungry look in her eyes. Slowly but surely, the man she was falling in love with was helping her completely turn into a slut.
Shin was now in full panic. "What's going on?! Are you alright?!"
Shin had no idea that now his wife's lover had finally reached the bottom of her. Masaki was now a husk of his old self as Kinuyo's balls began to hit her open pussy with each thrust, hitting her clit and getting wet with her juices. Her breasts were bouncing and swaying under her, her sperm-soaked wedding ring glinting in the sunlight entering the room.
" ... It's all right." Whimpered Masaki, trying to breathe but failing, as it felt like the head of her lover's cock was pressed against her diaphragm, preventing her from filling her lungs with air. She had long ago dropped her hands, and her cheek was right on the mattress, but the man she was cheating on her husband with started fucking her so hard she started frothing at her mouth, drool running down her chin, ripples running down her body, buttocks red as blood, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, millions of stars invading his field of vision.
Suddenly, Kinuyo grabbed a handful of her hair and started pulling it like the reins of a running horse, all while slamming her ass. There was no more life in her eyes as she struggled to hold the phone to her ear, her glycerin quirk no longer willing to lubricate her anal tube. "I'm losing... in volleyball... I call it laterrrrrrr..."
And with that, the call dropped and Shin looked at the phone. "Your mom looks like she's at a volleyball game. I think she's pissed at me for calling her because her friends must want her to come back to the game."
Ichigo shrugged, not the least bit surprised that his mother was in a bad mood. After all, she was a volleyball fanatic.
Shin exhaled deeply, crushing the premonition he'd had while talking to his wife on the phone. Deciding to grab something to eat for himself and his son, he went into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact that his beloved had lost her anal cherry burst by her neighbor.
~xXx~
"Congratulations, Kumagoro. She IS a beautiful girl."
The industry designer's smile could have turned on a stadium light. He was content to have a son, but having a daughter truly completed his definition of family. "Thank you very much, Okamuto."
Looking at the child, he noticed something strange about her. His wife and son share red eyes, while his were greenish-brown. However, his daughter's eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Ichigo was boisterous from the start, while his daughter seemed to be calm, cool and in control, not that that was a bad thing.
"Omg! And a beautiful little girl. What a cute little thing."
Shin looked up to see his neighbor entering the room. Almost a year has passed since the window incident and since then Kame Kinuyo has joined the family as an honorary member of their family. Because of him, Ichigo was able to slow down and renounce the urge to get angry at every insignificant little thing, he was even training Ichigo in some martial arts and teaching him to direct his anger towards a goal. His wife was also pleasantly happy with the man, something he was always a little uncomfortable with, but he never voiced his opinion.
Appearing at Masaki's bedside, Kinuyo smiled at her. Even though she was exhausted, barely able to speak properly, she still whispered "I love you" to him. Instead of returning the silent gesture, he leaned in, slamming his lips against hers right in front of her husband.
Shin's eyes widened as he tightened his hold on his daughter. His wife was not only kissing the neighbor, but also kissing voraciously with him. "W-what… what are you doing, Kinuyo?!"
Kinuyo nonchalantly exchanged saliva with his lover before finally pulling away from her lips. Running a hand through her hair, he was amused to see his "father" devastated. Her daughter Hikari, he agreed to name her after her lover's late mother, she was so cute, not that he had any doubts. It would be a thrill to raise her and her older brother with Masaki. Having taken Ichigo under her protection, he pierced the boy's anger control and replaced all those irascible impulses with patience, calm, as well as love for women.
Discreetly sodomizing Masaki in the kitchen while her husband was in the living room. Eat it while the man got ready for work. Making her suck him under the dining table. Beating the shit out of her in the shower while the poor idiot was furiously banging on the bathroom door, in dire need to go. That was just the tip of the iceberg, last year was filled with sinful fun. But now it was time for his lover's husband to know that she would never come home again. The only choice Shin now had was to accept that his wife was cheating on him or sign the divorce papers.
Taking her baby daughter from her still-shaken husband, she cooed to the precious little thing. Masaki was ecstatic that Hiraki shared his father's eyes. So blue and bright, reminding her of a perfect blue sky. Running her fingers along Hikari's inquisitive face, she told Shin what he didn't mysteriously notice the first time, a butterfly-shaped birthmark on one of her adorable plump cheeks.
Shin's eyes bulge rapidly as his heart sinks in his chest. Last year, he was losing consciousness, and it all started the day his neighbor stepped into his house. Doctors said he was fine, but he would continue to sleep at random times. It wasn't even at dinner. Sometimes he dozed off during lunch. Once, he even slept the entire weekend. He often found himself outside the master bedroom and was forced to sleep in the guest bedroom.
When his wife told him she was pregnant, he was baffled because he didn't remember having sex with her, but in his own defense he really didn't remember his first time with Misaki. Even in the short time he'd seen her, he'd realized she'd distanced herself from him. Abandoning her moderately conservative clothes, she started wearing yoga pants. Whenever she walked in those little numbers, she left little to the imagination, especially since she had a big fat ass. Her shirts got so tight, accentuating her huge breasts enough that anyone could see her dimensions through the outfit. This was a change in her dress style. There was also a glow to her that would have been unattainable for her, even with her "liquid skin". It was always present on her face, like a permanent smile of sexual satisfaction.
It all made sense now.
Masaki has been cheating on him with his neighbor this entire time.
Shin tried to speak, but the words died in his throat when he saw his wife hugging her lover and the child they had together. He's always heard it used figuratively, but his wife has just given a new meaning to the phrase Love your neighbor as yourself.