"Congratulations, young man!"
The confetti poppers went off as soon as I opened the door and heard the woman call out to me, the sound was loud and I almost stepped back, but even so, I got covered in confetti. Three people were at my door. A woman in a dark blue miniskirt suit and two bald men about two heads taller than me wearing black suits, sunglasses and earpieces.
"What's going on?" I asked, shocked.
"You have been approved for a breeding license!" the woman said, raising her hands and doing quick short claps near her face, giving me a closed eye smile. She had brown hair cut down to her neck, and a smile that came easily, but something gave me a strangely... off putting thought when I looked at her. She was maybe a bit too... perfect?
Odd thought.
She stuck her right hand out to the man beside her, he pulled a case out of his jacket's inner pocket, about the size of one of those old school fat wallets, and the woman presented it to me, before opening it.
Inside, resting on a lush looking cushion like it was a ring box, was a silver card, emblazoned with my name, a number like a credit card's, and a logo.
"Once again, congratulations, young man!" she said.
"What's going on? Who are you?" I asked, a bit miffed.
"Oh, silly me! I am Kamishiro Tsukiko," she said, "I work for the Federal Union of Registered Breeding Youngsters and-"
The man to her left cleared his throat.
"Oh boo. Fine, I work for the newly formed Ministry of Reproduction," she said, "I've come to personally hand deliver your breeding license," she said.
"For real?" I asked, my eyes widening.
My breeding license! I applied for this what feels like ages ago! Nearly a decade ago, a man had made revolutionary advances in psychology and social sciences and started something of a cultural and social revolution across our country. Back then, we had been in a population decline, and it was said that it was thanks to that man's work and the work that he inspired that we were starting to turn the situation around.
For some reason everyone just called him Doctor, I could never find his real name, a shame.
"For realsies!" Miss Kamishiro said. "Double realsies!" she added, then cleared her throat. "Now, please let me explain to you what this means!" she said. "First of all, this means you've been selected as part of a special elite, one of the very very few who shall take the mantle of heroes upon their shoulders, and take on the burden of solving our country's crisis!" she said, gesturing at the card. "Take your card, young man - you've earned it!"
I did so. "Why do you keep calling me young man, you don't look much older than me."
She laughed. "Foolish fool, I am an immortal witch of incalculable-"
"She's twenty one," one of the bald men in suits said.
"Ack- don't do that, I'm trying to be cool here!" Miss Kamishiro responded, then cleared her throat. "Right, whatever. Look I just want to talk funny, okay? I've been stuck in a car with the humorless twins for the past two hours, just let me have this, please?"
"Please continue," I said, not wanting to take away her one source of fun in what must've been a rather miserable roadtrip.
She cleared her throat. "Rejoice, young man! You are now eligible for all the privileges and benefits of a Silver Card bearer! First!" she said, doing a twirl and tossing the fancy box away.
One of the bald men dutifully caught it, passed it to the other one who stored it in his suit jacket's inner pocket.
She finished the twirl and poked my chest. "First," she repeated, "you of course now have the right to request immediate breeding anytime, anywhere - except on public transport during rush hour" she said, "and in areas where engaging in sexual intercourse would present a credible threat to your own or someone else's safety and health!"
I nodded. I knew that, of course - but only vaguely. I actually hadn't known the restriction on public transport only applied to rush hours.
"Second," she said, "you are now completely exempt from all public indecency laws, and you cannot be denied service in any business for those matters," she explained.
Not that it mattered, most business wouldn't commit the suicidal action of refusing service to people generally seen as heroes for combating the decline of population.
"Third," she continued, "you will be given an allowance in accordance to the effectiveness of your breeding activities. The more women you breed, the greater your allowance. Successful impregnations will result in a permanent boost to your allowance. Keep trying, and remember, a creampie a day keeps the auditor at bay~!"
I nodded, raising a hand to my chin and stroking it briefly. Honestly, this is a silly thing for me. It's not like I'll be short of a will to breed sexy women! This card really solves a lot of my problems and quickly too, I nodded to myself as she raised both hands.
"Fourth!" she said, getting excited, "by scanning this card with the Breeder's app on your phone," she said, "you'll be able to unlock an all new set of features that allows you to obtain information on the women you wish to breed. Make sure you log in your activities on the app as well!"
I nodded. Any Breeder hopeful knew well to use the App to track their activities.
"And finally," she said, "last but not least, you are automatically added to the Breeder's Healthcare Program," she explained, smiling at me, striking a pose with her hips cocked and winking while pointing with her right hand at me, mimicking the use of a handgun. "Anything you need, no matter how minor or major, will be taken care of by the greatest medicine experts in all the country, totally free of charge! However, you can only receive these benefits if you are an active Breeder in good standing, so make sure not to fall behind on your quotas!"
I nodded. "Thank you, thank you a lot," I said.
"Alright, your obligations are straightforward and simple! If you log in sufficient breeding activity at your application, you won't have to worry about quotas or requests, but of course you can always take the bounties and requests offered by the system as well," she said. "As long as you meet your quota you don't have anything to worry about! And before you ask - yes, we will periodically audit you and make sure that you're not scamming the state!"
"Has anyone actually tried that?"
What kind of person would register for a breeding card and NOT use it to fuck the wonderful, beautiful women of the world, with all of its advantages and benefits?
"You'd be shocked how many try to cheat us! It's why we had to tighten up the system checks you know! We even had to implement merciless penalties - but don't worry, you tested so well, I'm sure you'll never have to worry about it!" she said, now giving me fingerguns with both hands and winking again. "That would be all!" she said, "now if you will excuse us-"
I admired the card for a few moments, then-
"Oi," I called as the woman and the bald men began to retreat, going down the aisle towards the elevator that would take them to the bottom floor.
This entire time, they had been at my door. The apartment building wasn't particularly huge, but it did have thick walls, so most likely people hadn't heard this whole thing going on. I knew I'd have to clean up the confetti that had been spilled, and while a part of me was irritated about it...
"Are you guys just going to leave this mess here?" I asked.
"I- err- well our job is-" Miss Kamishiro began.
"If I can borrow a broom I'll clean it," one of the bald guys offered.
"I'll help. I like household chores," the other bald guy said.
"You guys are great," I said, nodding.
"Alright if you guys are going to take care of that, I'll wait in the car," Miss Kamishiro said, "my job here is done," she said. "Goodbye Mr. Breeder, I-"
I raised the card.
She looked at it, eyes wide. "Wa-wait, you don't mean-"
There was a momentary silence.
The bald guys cleared their throats.
"The supply closet with cleaning supplies is at that end of the hallway," I pointed out. They went to get it.
Meanwhile, Miss Kamishiro looked at me. "R-Really? Me? Little ol' me?" she asked. "Young man, you-"
I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into my place. Despite her hesitance, she didn't resist at all as I took her past my small living room and into the bedroom. I didn't even actually push her towards the bed, she launched herself onto it while pretending I did.
"You, you fiend, you beast," she said, "you sexual animal," she moaned, writhing in place, "you'd abuse your card as soon as you got it, to ravish me," she moaned harder, deeper, faster, her hands exploring her own body through her clothes, "agh, you think I'm going to be so easy, like all the others? No, I know your lot, I know how you think, I won't let you," she said, "I won't let you turn me into a breeding addicted sow!"
"Holy shit you're really into this aren't you?" I asked, before I even thought those words they just spilled out of my mouth.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Miss Kamishiro said, "did you think it's a coincidence that I delivered this in person?" she asked. "Err- please be gentle. It's my first-"
I snorted, and got on the bed with her. We'd moved so quickly she still had her shoes on, and I removed the sensible slippers off and marveled at the soft feel of her black stocking clad leg, running my hands along her foot, past her ankle, down her calves and shins, 'round her knees and up her thighs, where the stockings ended and her soft, peachy pink skin began... I could see a slight discoloration of her skin as I hiked her miniskirt up, a woman who worked in the sun and had the tanlines to prove it. I licked my lips at the sight, hiking up her skirt until I revealed her satin red panties, a bikini cut pair that looked positively enticing.
She shuddered as I did this.
"Ahhn, I'm- new to this," she said. "I've always heard from my superiors about how this is the best part of delivering a new license," she gushed, "I'm feeling super hot already!!"
I grinned.
I couldn't wait either. I pulled my sweatpants down to my knees, couldn't go farther than that as I was kneeling on bed. My dick was rapidly growing stiffer, and within moments I'd be fully erect, as I grabbed my shaft and began pumping it. "You're a damn fine woman," I said, looking at her legs. She didn't have much up top, probably B cups at most, and her suit made her look straight up flat, but she had a magnificent flare at waist level and under, her hips were rounded in a fabulous way, and her lower lips were nice and big enough to form an amazingly delightful cameltoe, stretching her tight fitting satin panties as they did so.
She was easily as excited as I was, a wet spot of darker red forming at the front of her panties, her breathing coming in heavy as she observed me get myself fully hard for her.
She reached for her panties and moved them out of the way. "H-Here," she said, splitting her lower lips in half. "I'm ready for you," she said.
And she was. Her pink insides were drooling already.
"You weren't just hoping I would stop you before you left, you knew I would," I accused her. "Yeah... you're a dirty little slut and you came here to be bred..."
"Yyyesss," she admitted, "I was following my superiors' advice!!"
This was undoubtedly why she had been hired for this delivery. On some level, it's pure manipulation.
But I could not find it in myself to give a shit. Miss Kamishiro... Tsukiko, I'll be sure to fulfill your expectations of me!
I've only ever trained with this, but I've been looking forward to this day since the day I learned about the program, all those years ago... that's right!! This is it! The beginning of an all new life for me!
I put my dick into the hole indicated by all the training videos and reference material I had consumed, all of the tutorials I'd followed, all the practice I had done with silicon toys, onaholes and such, all of it has been to prepare myself for this moment!! I began to push forward, slowly, gently, but implacably, and I began to sink into the veritable vice grip of a woman's body, the velvety smooth feeling of her lips rapidly giving way to the harsher grip of her hole's entrance, and then, the blazing hot pressure of her vagina!!
This was nothing like anything I'd ever experienced before, nothing like my hand, nothing like an onahole no matter how realistic it was vaunted to be, nothing like that at all, it was different and... so, so much better, so much more real, so much more amazing! Putting my dick in a real woman is so much better than I'd hoped it would be!
It was like a part of me finally became satisfied, a part of me that had always been reluctant to give in fully, a part of me that had become fulfilled as I finally started the process which, arguably, humans were born for to begin with.
As I slowly but inexorably entered Tsukiko, I realized that this was the fulfillment that I'd never had in life. Not the sex, itself, but finally discovering a purpose I can dedicate myself fully too.
Oh, and the sex felt absolutely fucking fantastic too, this woman's body was amazing! All other things don't matter anymore!
I finally entered her fully, my glans passing fully into her, and then I went in, easily burying half my length inside her, only then realizing I was holding my breath, and letting go of it.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the woman on my bed, she was shaking, breathing hard and heavy, her hair was in disarray, her cheeks were red. I hadn't really looked at her properly, hadn't realized how cute she was, she had a cute, slightly upturned nose, brown eyes that had an almost mischievous look to them even in this state, and though not big, her chest had a definite swell to it that gave her the appearance of a petite but sophisticated woman.
Oh, and she had succesfully undone her jacket and popped her button up shirt's buttons open, revealing a red satin bra that matched her panties.
She looked up at me. "Is- is it, fully," she panted, "in yet?" she looked at me with slightly wet eyes.
I looked down at her, then at my cock, only halfway into her.
"No, not even close," I said.
"Oh gods," she moaned, "this is way more than I bargained for," she moaned, screwing her eyes shut.
"Do you want me to stop, o-or, take a breather, or-"
"What I want is your cum inside me," she snapped, "you're a breeder, young- guh- man!" she called. "Now act like it and BREED ME!"
I nodded, firmed my knees on the mattress, and then I shoved the rest of my cock into her, dragging a long, pained moan from her at first, then it trailed off into untainted, pure and blissful pleasure as her insides went absolutely wild, squeezing and stroking me in an unbelievable way!
I couldn't resist.
I lost control, my hips didn't respond and my brain was becoming consumed by a haze of berserk pleasure, as she showed me the true pleasure of a real woman, I began thrusting into her, slamming my hips into her, again and again, each thrust feeling like it brought me even greater pleasure than the last, almost like I was losing a bit more and more of my sanity every time I plunged into her, sinking into the same ocean of pleasure she was lost in, her voice coming out in screaming moans.
I don't know when I started playing with her chest as I laid into her, the bed protesting, creaking and threatening to break apart as I continued to fuck her into it, as my hips pulled back with a slick move, then pushed back in with a wet and squishy noise that was covered by the powerful slap of skin on skin.
With no more space to think, all my brain was consumed by Tsukiko's body, until finally, I could hold it in no more, and finally slammed myself, finding there was no place that had ever felt as much at home as the greatest depths of her body, and as if I was seeding her womb itself, I unleashed the torrent of semen.
Everything I've worked for was for this moment, and a bone deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment accompanied the infinite pleasure that stormed through my very being, as my entire body was put on autopilot while I floated gently through the sea of pleasure and orgasm.
I came back down what felt like centuries after, but was but a few moments in time, and breathing heavily, I looked down upon her, and she looked up at me. I was still hard. Still inside her. Semen was overflowing from where we were joined, but I didn't care.
I would probably have to get used to cum now, but fuck me I couldn't find it in myself to care.
"Was that everything you'd hoped for?" I asked.
She offered a cheeky smile back up to me. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
"It might've been even better," I responded, exhaling out of my nose. "How about some... frame of reference... for comparison?" I asked.
She looked up at me.
"What're you waiting for?" she asked. "Breed me more~!"
Oh, if she was going to ask so lovingly, I had no other response than to oblige!
I just hoped that the bald guys were ready to wait a long, long time, because I'm not letting my first partner go until Tsukiko has been thoroughly and completely bred.
-x-X-x-
"As your handler, I'll help you with any matter that you require assistance in, as long as it pertains to breeding, and I'm the one who makes the determination as to whether the assistance was warranted or not, so you can rest assured, you're not breaking rules for accepting my help as long as I offer it!"
Hearing Tsukiko but not seeing her was not what I had expected for the morning. Apparently, she was an early riser and a hard worker, because she left before I was up, and was already hard at work.
"Will I have to be afraid of getting assassinated by bald men soon?" I joked into the phone. "I'm guessing they were pretty upset after last night."
"Noooo, not at all, you're fine, they have no sense of humor and no mood to ruin," she said. "You should only worry about putting those mighty reproductive instincts to work young man!"
"Doing what?" I asked. "'s not like I can just take a walk and fuck the first woman I find," I said.
"First, you totally can do that, most breeders don't like doing it in public that much but, y'know, nobody will complain too much," she said, and I could almost hear her dismissive hand motion as she spoke into her phone, "but if you're worried about someone making a fuzz," she spoke in a flighty manner before, but I could tell that she was serious now, as if to emphasize to me that this was an option I could, and most likely should, take right now, "you could always use your app to find someone wanting to be bred nearby."
"Yeah I suppose I could," I said. It was strange how these things sort of fly over your head sometimes, maybe it's because I'm too focused on what's directly in front of me and not seeing the forest for the trees. "But I don't expect to be too lucky, this neighborhood is all career women and married women."
"Try it out first. Sometimes they even come with a bonus or two attached, if the woman's particularly desperate! Good luck! I've gotta go now, if anything comes up, do call!"
"Alright, I will, thank you and talk to you later," I said, the call cutting off only three seconds after I said my part, clearly she was in a hurry. Ah, well, undoubtedly she had other matters to attend to. She might be my handler, but that was apparently just one of her tasks.
Alright then, as Tsukiko said, I did indeed check the app.
After a few moments I went at the bounty board program, and, well, I stand corrected. Just in my apartment building alone there was a good half dozen bounties, and as the map expanded, showing off a 2d model of the city, more and more pins of women who were asking for a breeder's assistance were popping up, in the form of pins stabbing into the fabric of the map with a speech bubble on top.
I tapped the big bubble that said 6 on my building, and the map zoomed in onto it, expanding the view of the building and listing a table with the six breeding requests put out.
I hummed as I read over them.
Oh, what a surprise. Missus Larouge? That's the last one I'd expected to see here. Missus Larouge was the female half of an immigrant couple, apparently having come here from the west. One could never be too sure with a couple of such ambiguous origin where exactly they were from, but I knew they had successfully earned their citizenship and had moved permanently. How, exactly, I didn't know, but far be it from me to question the behemoth of the government's actions when they are desperate to bolster the number of working, capable adults in a country with a declining birth rate.
The other requests weren't too interested currently, but I was... surprised to find that married women were putting out requests to breed as well. Especially this many. In fact, there was only one single woman in this building, to my knowledge, and she hadn't put a request for breeding at all, so all six requests were from women who were married.
Was it... wrong to interfere in such a thing? To lay with a married woman?
If it was, I couldn't tell you because I didn't, frankly, give a shit.
Missus Larouge was amazingly hot, and I immediately answered her request. Mister Larouge, if you're not breeding your amazingly hot wife, then this is your own damn fault, and I feel nothing but contempt for you.
Having given her a warning that I was going to meet her, I drank a cup of tea, took my vitamins and supplements, did my stretches, put on a good set of clothes, made sure to check I was properly shaven, fixed my hair, and finally, went down two floors to meet Missus Larouge.
I didn't even take the elevator, I used the trip down the stairs to give her a little more time to prepare.
Finally, I was at her apartment number - the name plate was written in both our script and her own, it was easy to recognize the door as it was the only one that had foreign script on it.
I banged on the door, and after a few moments, I heard the word "Coming!" from the other side.
Finally, the door was opened and woah, just woah, god damn, hoppity hot damn, I knew Missus Larouge was hot, but sheesh, I didn't know just HOW hot she was! Burning even! I'd never seen this woman in a casual context, I hardly ever saw her really, but I would never have guessed she dressed like this in private!
The first thing that struck me was the sheer size of her titties, her boobies, her chest puppies, her gazongas, her mammaries, her bosom, her BREASTS! They merited all those words and more! Damn! "W-Woah!"
My voice escaped of its own volition, I couldn't contain it, especially as she bent forward, winking at me and allowing her breasts to hang, the bikini she wore doing little to nothing to contain their great greatness... full... big... bouncy... amazing... everything I could think of and more, as she pulled back once more, striking a pose. "Howdy pardner!" she called out in her native tongue, her ever thick accent growing even thicker.
She stood before me, and only now could I even attempt to describe her clothes. A red and white bikini bottom, cut small and riding high, the right side of her top, which struggled to contain those bikini busters, was the same as her bottom, but the left was blue with white stars.
"You like?" she asked, winking and raising a hand, making a sort of horizontal V sign with her fingers, to the other side of her face as she turned to her right slightly and leaned her upper body down, arching her back so her entire body's curves were on display, including her fat ass, wide hips and thick thighs, all of which served to get me going. "Oh! Neighbor!" she said, blinking. "You come to visit?" she asked, a little confused.
I shook my head, and pulled out my license from my pocket, her eyes widening and her mouth, lips painted a slight pink glossy color, similar to the pale pink of her hair - surprisingly, natural, she didn't dye her hair at all! - quirking up into a smile.
She stood up once more, putting hands on her hips. I could appreciate the smoothness of her skin, the slightly darker color that surrounded the tan lines of the swimsuit she wore to the beach rather than this one, contrasting the natural peachy pink of her skin with the darker tan that the sun had given her.
Damn, every part of her was overwhelmingly, crazy lewd.
"Ah! Breed!" she said, nodding, her thick accent growing slightly thicker in her anticipation and excitement. "Come on in! Come inside!" she said, nodding.
I wanted to chuckle and correct her on the word usage, but then I realized, did it matter? After all, whether I came into the house or ejaculated inside her, both things were about to happen!"
I stepped in, she closed the door behind me, and then she took me to her bedroom. The house was actually heartily decorated. I could never guess where the couple was from. They had a large painting of a weirdly shaped piece of land in their living room, as well as some decorative photos of the couple, the bland and boring Mister Larouge almost forgettable next to the gorgeous Missus Larouge.
"Ah, Missus Larouge, are we doing it-"
"Mandy!" she said, pointing at her chest. "If we fuck, you call me Mandy!"
"I, okay, Mandy," I said, "we going to your room?"
"Yes! Breed me in bed!" she said, pumping her fist.
She took me by the hand and took me to her room. There were pictures of her and her husband here as well, and again, his brown haired, average self just couldn't match up to his ridiculously attractive wife. They also had a weird red, white and blue flag, a rectangle divided into three parts, and a star in the blue rectangle. Still couldn't place these people. Maybe that one very long South American country?
She then jumped on the bed, landing on her back, arms up and legs spread. "Yay! C'mon, pardner, come!"
But I can tell you that a foreign woman spicing things up with words I don't understand has a way to get me going! "Right!" I said, as I undid my pants and let them drop. I didn't wear any underwear, I was ready for this.
I wasn't entirely hard yet, but my half chub was enough for her mouth to drop a little.
"Everything's bigger back home but that! You very impressive!" she praised, her eyes admiring my cock, one hand still reaching out to me, the other rubbing her cunt lips through the cameltoe that her bikini bottom formed. "Ahh, cannot wait! I want it!"
I nodded. "Right, Mi- Mandy," I said, getting onto the marital bed and approaching her. I didn't care about anything but breeding this woman right now, and it was honestly very easy to just forget the bland Mister Larouge existed.
As I approached her, I could feel my cock getting harder by the second, and as I got on top of her, I was almost fully hard. I pressed my mostly stiff cock against her mound through her bikini bottoms, as I pressed my chest against hers through her top, and finally, I pressed my lips against hers, but only for a brief moment, because she immediately embraced me, hands gripping onto my back and shoulders, legs crossing behind my lower back, and tongue invading my mouth.
Damn!
Mandy's kiss was hungry, desperate even! It was obvious she wanted it so much that she couldn't stand herself.
And what kind of man would I be if I didn't respond to this much desire? What kind of monster had refused to give this woman the breeding she deserved? To think Mister Larouge had a woman THIS insanely hot in his bed every night and she wasn't getting any!?
You deserve this, Mandy! You deserve sexual satisfaction!
My cock was fully and completely erect. I spared only one final glance to the picture on the bedside, of a sour faced man next to a gorgeous, smiling woman.
I'll take on your burden, and give your wife the sex you're apparently not giving her, and I'll reap the pleasure in your stead, Mister Larouge, don't you worry, I'll make sure your woman is taken care of!
I grinned down at her, and she smiled up at me. She was quick to move her bikini bottom aside as I held my cock up to her cunt lips, rubbing against her outermost layer only briefly as she immediately opened. She was soaking wet inside, she hadn't leaked out but inside she was molten hot and ready to go.
I found the right hole with only a little help, and then while holding myself up with my left hand, I pulled back.
I grabbed at her left tit with my right hand, the enormous chest pillow slipping out of the blue and white starred cup, the pink, whiter breast flesh contrasting against the parts of her that had tanned, and the delicious pink nipple standing proudly at attention. I went back down and while squeezing her breast ever so slightly, I latched onto it with my mouth, my lips covering her areola and my tongue flicking the stiff little pebble of a nipple on top.
As she opened her mouth to moan and gasp for air, I shoved myself inside.
She was tight! Far tighter than you'd ever expect a married woman to be! She was no virgin, that much was clear, but she might as well have been for all that I was experiencing! Stiff, narrow walls that opened up to allow me entrance, but never ceased to put pressure from all sides... it was almost greedy, like she was sucking me in from below!
I closed my eyes and clenched my left hand into a fist, grabbing a fistful of her sheets, before forcing myself to relax, lest I jerk around too much. Half my dick was inside her, and softly, I began to pull it out.
She mewled in disappointment, but I was resolute, pulling back until only the tip of my dick was inside her, and then I went back in, slowly, softly, but implacably, pushing her to a reasonable limit, putting a little bit more of my dick in, two thirds this time. Again, I pulled back, slowly, agonizingly so, it was obvious her cunt was gaining experience as we went, she was getting better at clinging to me.
Her fingernails almost hurt my back as she clung to me - no doubt she had ripped the white shirt I had brought, I could feel the burning pain of back scratches. I couldn't blame the poor woman, she had been without for what must be years... I'll give it to you the way you need it, Mandy, don't you worry!
With the fourth push, I was nearly the entirety of the way in, and so I began to move in a circular motion, helping her flex her pussy, helping it get used to my size, and working on her comfort with sex. Her eyes finally opened, baby blue staring a bit frantically.
"So big- not used!" she moaned, "Puh-please! More!" she begged.
Well, who was I to deny her?
While playing with her breast, I caught her nipple between my thumb and finger, and rolled it ever so softly, the combination of pressure and softness in my grip causing her to cry out and lose focus on her pussy for a brief moment.
That was all I needed! I pulled back, then slammed back in, her pussy, now ready and prepared, more than able to take it. She arched her back, and screamed with her mouth as open as it could be as she let out her voice and at the same time, her pussy went as tight and as closed as it could, gripping me hard, not wanting to let me go, squeezing almost rhytmically.
Her body, its natural drive, it wanted to be bred, it wanted me to impregnate her, it was furiously milking me.
So much so that I was actually feeling it, it was coming, even with this little sex, I was already being brought to my limit, I clenched my fist once more, my muscles went taut, and then I realized
The fuck am I doing
I let go, relaxed and instead thrust a little deeper, kissing her deepest part, I like to think I was poking the entrance to her womb, giving my cum the best shot at her eggs, our compatibility was amazing, and I wanted to reward her for such amazing pleasure, so I just... relaxed all resistance and let the immense pleasure of her cunt milking me wash over, the tidal wave that made my mind go white as my balls worked at full power and then some to produce and squeeze out more and more semen, directly into her womb.
"Ahhh cumming!!"
I came, and I came HARD, and I came LOTS!
We were both panting by the end, and I opened my eyes to look down on a beautiful woman, pale pink hair strewn about, a face that had seemingly lost years of stress in a single moment, tears of pleasure rolling down her face, tongue almost lolling out.
I captured that pink tongue into a kiss, sucking it into my mouth and assaulting it with mine, suddenly we were making out again, and I was moving, never having gone soft, never having pulled out, never stopping. We went again, and again, and again, I bred her on her marital bed, for hours and hours, until the sun went down, and it was time for the working men and women in the country to return home.
With a final kiss on the lips, we parted.
"Ah, thank you for the amazing experience," she said, bowing to me. She hadn't fixed her clothes, one of her breasts was exposed, her bottoms were still not covering her cunt, and it was dripping semen. "Please come back sometime!"
Wait!
Her accent was- gone!?
"What the- I thought you-" I blinked.
"Ah, that? I've heard young men in this country find my accent sexy so I play it up!" she said, grinning widely.
"You- you amazingly sexy woman, stop tempting me to go for another six hours!" I said.
"Aha! You can come back tomorrow, I'll bake you cookies!" she said. "I'll be wearing only my apron," she added with a wink.
What a minx!
Mister Larouge, for not giving this woman what she needs, you truly are a fool!
-x-X-x-
Getting to the point in a sandbox simulator where there's just that not much stuff left to do could in some ways be considered the "end state", where you've done everything that you can, achieved as much as you could, expanded as far as you were allowed to, and optimized everything to its highest possible performance... I find myself agreeing with this.
If for no other reason than it was the point at which I was considering scraping the entire thing and starting over from scratch, but then my phone vibrated for an instant before a tune played, the one I knew was from the most important app installed on it.
A smile drew itself across my face as I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and looked at the message I'd been sent. One of the many advantages built into the app that facilitates all my breeder activities was the ability to submit requests to find a specific kind of woman in my area, or at least, as close to my area as was possible. In this case, it had taken a couple of hours, but the organization behind it had managed to compile a list of profiles and all the data necessary to fill them up.
Just earlier this morning I was walking to the convenience store only to see a small group of chattering girls, dressed in the uniform of a local high school, and the sight had given me a bit of an idea. One of them was dressed quite flashy, with bleached blond hair, a fake tan, excessive makeup, and a bright pink sweater tied around her waist, she was also loud and boastful as well.
A gyaru, I believe.
Unable to get the idea out of my head, I'd submitted a request to the system. You could say I had a hankering for dark meat that just wasn't going away.
And as I scrolled through potential choices, I saw one that I liked well enough. Just about to hit twenty, a college student, very much into gyaru fashion, and the picture she had submitted showed that she was extremely hot. It also came ready with some important details regarding availability and where she could be found...
Thus, I chose my next lay, her name was Moka, family name Ishikawa, and she had been single for too long, or so she complained.
I made my plans that night, and put them into action the next day. I had to use my card quite a bit, as she was almost on the entire other side of the city, and the university she attended was actually quite strict about Breeders... they adhered to the laws of course, if I truly pressed the issue I could just go fuck her in the classroom in the middle of a lecture, but they would absolutely complain and my country puts quite a bit of weight on its educational standards, so rather than get into that whole mess, knowing that some breeders had already suffered harsh penalties for reckless behavior, I instead took the time to walk around the university's campus, it was quite a nice building, until her class finished.
I found her a few minutes after she was let out, walking with a group of friends.
I don't know if it was the fact that they both wore the same style of clothing, but she did remind me of that girl from earlier quite a bit. She was even a little bit taller, a little bit more voluptuous, and significantly more beautiful in person, than in the picture she had submitted. She wore a white button up and a black skirt, probably had been warned about dress code at school, but her shoes were a bright, hot pink color, she had about half her hair, from chin length down, died magenta, and the rest bleached blonde, and she had a pair of bright pink heart shaped sunglasses resting as a hairband on top of her head.
As she turned towards me, I saw a bright, cheeky grin on her face, hazel eyes almost twinkling, and as her rather sizable chest rose from her breathing in, I could see the fabric of her leopard print bra under it, the same bright pink of her shoes. I almost snorted. Just barely hidden beneath the surface, just enough to meet dress code I imagine.
I approached the group, and my target specifically, Miss Ishikawa looking a bit surprised but less so than the others.
They stopped as I came up to them, all the girls looking at me, though I only had eyes for her, she was the most flashy and showy of the lot after all.
"Hang on girls, yo, can I help you?" Moka asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"
I hummed, then dug into my pocket. One of the girls immediately reached for her purse, but I was quick to pull out my card, and purse girl relaxed as soon as she saw the silvery glint.
I brandished it before her, held between two fingers.
"Oh yeah, I know what that means," Moka said. "So you're here to... do the breeding thing?" she asked, her southern rural accent coming out slightly, she'd most likely lived in the city a fair amount by now, though I recall seeing she was originary from a smaller town.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Ugh, I'm going out with my friends," she said, pursing her lip. "You know what, let's do this quickly," she said. "You're only gonna last a couple pumps like all the other losers," she said.
Oh, that got me fired up. "Why don't we do it right here?" I asked.
"Don't the rules say you can't do this in public?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You've got enough friends here they can form a circle, as long as they do so it's fine," I explained. Technically, we wouldn't get into trouble even if caught fucking in public, as long as we didn't make it impossible for people to walk around us, and the university's paths were plenty wide.
She snorted. "If you want to show everyone how all you breeders are just pathetic losers," she said, "then I'm down for it!" she mocked, waving her hand. "Sure, let's-"
And that was her consent - not strictly required as she had already legally given her consent just by agreeing to be in the program, but I prefer it this way, it makes it so much more satisfying to know she's so arrogant about this. I could feel my smile splitting my face as I approached her, the slightly confused, slightly excited group of girls forming a circle without me needing to instruct them.
They weren't college students for nothing, they were quick on the uptake.
I was even quicker to seize my quarry though. At this point, her antagonistic disposition had turned her into more of an opponent to be conquered than a sexual partner to share pleasure with. She was still grinning as I grabbed her and pulled her close to me, melding her unusually hot body to mine. She knew what she had and flaunted it, I could feel the slightly greasy texture of the fake tan on her skin, the thick makeup, she had the distinct smell of perfume that tickled my nose, and only the barest hint of the day's sweat under it.
My lips met hers, and I didn't waste time, spearing my tongue past her defenses, and making my presence known in her mouth, just as one of my hands grabbed her by the back of the head, and the other hand slid down her back and grabbed onto her ass, squeezing the large, thick bottom that had caught my eye. Wide hips, fat thighs and a bubble butt, she was a dream for sure, and that didn't even get into the wonderful feeling of her breasts squashing against my chest.
I let her go and she stepped back, panting for breath, though I didn't allow her even a moment's time.
I grabbed onto her button up and ripped it open - I cared little for the destruction of her property, the government would pay for a replacement as long as I logged it as part of breeding activity, but what was important was that it revealed the flashy, overly sexy bra she wore underneath, two strips of pink leopard print fabric, splotches of dark pink on bright pink to create the pattern, each one holding onto her breasts, tied with a string behind the back of her neck, and with a complex design that went under her sizable breasts, her underboob covering it and hiding quite a bit of her bra from view. Her nipples were protruding from the thin bra's fabric, quite charmingly.
"You brute!" she sniped, and was ready to speak when I cut her off.
I laughed, "that's one fine set of tits," I spoke, interrupting her tirade on the spot, she blushed as she realized she was exposing her breasts, but I wasn't done, grabbing onto the hem of her skirt and raising it, revealing a matching pink thong, a tiny triangle of fabric that hid nothing and showed that she had styled her pubic hair into a landing strip, only enough hair left to show that she had indeed tinted the drapes to match the curtains.
While still holding up her skirt with one hand, I stuck the other one past the elastic band holding her thong to her hips, and felt around the cleft of her genitalia, sliding along the slick, wet and quite vulnerable cunt lips, pressing my finger only enough to part them, the heat from her insides almost burning me as I began to play with her inner labia, toying with her cunt directly.
She scoffed at first, but then I began to toy with her more intently. I'm not a super expert in these matters, but I don't need to be, especially not when she had already informed the people making her profile that she was borderline nymphomaniac and hadn't gotten any in months... a hypersexual gyaru that couldn't get a man?
It was no wonder she was so freaking sensitive she even lost the ability to protest, moaning and almost curling around my arm... I dropped her skirt, grabbed one of her breasts and then captured her other one with my mouth, through the bikini, biting down on her nipple... as I did so, I freed the other breast from containment, and switched over. She had rather lovely tan lines - not all of her tan was fake it seemed. I captured the nipple with my mouth, and freed the other breast, playing with it with my hand.
Her cunt became slicker by the moment, and she was aroused enough for me to start dipping my fingers past her entrance, going into her, her moans now joined by the slick, wet sound of her sloppy and juicy pussy leaking its juices around my invading fingers. Honestly, she's been the easiest target I could've imagined, she's super needy for it and it's obvious that the tough front she was putting up earlier was just cranky annoyance.
Of course, it's not exactly my fault that the breeders she had used before were inappropriate, so I'll still have to discipline this cheeky college student with my dick!
I looked around at some of the girls. "If any of you's got anything we can use-"
One of the girls pulled out an honest to goodness picnic blanket from her purse - how she fit THAT in there is beyond me! - and handed it to me, already unfolded just enough that two people could fit comfortably, and as it was laid down on the ground, I pushed Moka down to get on all fours, which she only showed token resistance to, clearly wanting me to keep fingering her some more.
But a breeding session needed some breeding to be done, and that meant that as she laid on all fours, I crouched behind her, pulling her sexy leopard print panties to the side, and pulling down my pants to reveal my very erect, very stiff cock, to the gasps of some of the other girls. I teased her cunt lips with it some, then I began to push it down her greedy hole, which swallowed me up like we were old partners, rather than this being our first breeding session... I even reached her bottom, almost the entirety of my cock in, and she just... opened up and swallowed me even further, until my hips met her butt, and even pressing down on it, a lewd, loud gasp coming from her, followed by a mewling moan as she lost the ability to hold herself up, collapsing to the ground, face down, ass up.
I grabbed her firmly, and after making sure my feet had a good grip on the ground on either side of her, I began to lay down the punishment, at first rocking my hips, then pulling back and slamming down with a powerful, thundering slap that had every girl around us instantly expressing surprise as I began to mercilessly, furiously pound their queen bee's fat ass.
I might've even bruised her butt from how fast I was laying on her, but it was all I could do to keep my focus, she really was stupidly good at this, her entire pussy was opening up just enough to let me in, then closing down and nearly strangling me, forcing me to scrape my way out, it was as if she had conscious control of her pussy muscles, and was trying to make me cum first!
But it wasn't enough, the ever greater heat and pleasure that was building up in me was no match for my resilience, and even more importantly, a lack of sex for such a long time meant that she was in no way ready for me! Her resistance came to an end as I began to hit her even faster, the slap of skin skin surely audible everywhere on campus by now, gritting my teeth I held until the last moment, until I could feel her going nuts under me, coming apart at the seams, unable to hold in her orgasm anymore, tapping out and admitting defeat, and only at that moment did I give her the pleasure of feeling me cum inside her, unable to hold in the groan that came as I emptied my balls, the sheer relief of having all that pressure gone overshadowed in mere moments by the pleasure of my orgasm washing over me.
I realized I had clenched my eyes shut only after it subsided a bit, and then I pulled back, getting back up on my feet and allowing Moka to drop on the ground.
I was still hard, dripping with pussy juice and semen, the last few shots coming out and landing all over Moka's ass and clothes. I looked around, at the girls gathered around us.
"Whoever gives me a clean up blowjob, gets the next creampie," I said.
After they got into a fight over the hierarchy, Moka beat them all by managing to work her way up to her knees, throwing her arms around my waist, and deepthroating me. I patted her head gently as she sucked me off.
Guess she was going to earn herself a second creampie for the day!
-x-X-x-
Tsukiko was painting her nails on my couch.
"Would you believe that, young man?" she huffed. "At least dad was on my side," she continued. "I can't believe mom would be so upset just because I didn't want to dedicate my life to sports like she did."
"That seriously doesn't explain why you're crashing at my place," I pointed out, taking a bite out of the ice pop I was eating, one of the many things she had brought over today before plopping herself on my couch as if she owned it. "I get that you're my handler but, we ain't friends you know?"
"Psh, we're totally buddies, young man! Fuck buddies!" she said, smirking and throwing a thumbs up gesture my way. Then she cleared her throat. "Okay, fine, I do have business with you specifically. Normally I'd do this over the phone, but I needed to get out of my parents' house for at least a couple days. At least until Dad can fuck my mom's brains back in, I can't stand all the gloating from my siblings either."
"You got a big family?" I asked, continuing to eat the snacks she brought.
"Oh, real big," she said. "Dad's a bit of a player apparently, got my mom and two other women living with him. I have a younger sister and a younger brother from my mom and half a dozen half siblings from my aunties," she said. "It's pretty fun usually but it does get annoying when there's that many kids running around one place."
"Oh? Your dad's a stud huh?" I snorted. So very uncommon these days. I've heard that in the long past it used to be highly uncommon for men to be what is referred to today as herbivores, but nowadays, we had the breeding program going because apparently nineteen out of twenty men are herbivores that don't actively engage in reproduction. According to some of the trivia the app has shown me, about ninety five percent of all married men don't have sex with their wives more than once every two weeks, which is just baffling to me.
"Yeah, big time stud, the kind you should look up to, young man! Er... no, yes, really. Apparently made a fortune working as an escort, y'know, before the whole Breeding Program. It's why I got this job you know, Dad always said he wanted to make our country's birthrate go back into the positives," Tsukiko said, blowing on her fingernails and looking approvingly at their shiny alternating white and black coating. "Aaanyhoo," she said, turning back to me. "So! There's a few important changes that I've got to go through with you as your handler."
"I'm listening," I replied, crossing my arms and leaning against the nearest wall. And no, I don't need to try to look cool, thank you very much. "Changes about what?"
"Right, first is that the quota's getting a little bit more strict. As long as you're breeding at least two women a week, you should be fine - and this is important, it's two different women, even if you attend multiple sessions with the same woman, it won't count, and it has to be logged into the system, so you can't just pass any sex you have as your quota for the week."
I snorted. I didn't have to work very hard to find women who were in the program anyway.
"Next, due to recent events involving certain... well let's just say very unfortunate circumstances, we're starting to make the use of love hotels mandatory for women who have husbands. Furthermore, in order to make both your and your partner's lives easier," she said, raising a finger, "we've opened up a studio in the city that should help serve your needs. In particular, with government funding, we can set up situations that are impossible otherwise."
"Such as?" I asked.
"Well, we're setting it up so that it's a themed love hotel, with an onsen room, a school classroom, a locker room, you know, all soooorts of places like that," she said. "Apparently some people really want to relive their school days for some reason."
I snorted. "Maybe they want to look back to a time they were happier and had less responsibilities on their shoulders? Help them relax some?" I asked.
"Maybe it's just a fetish. Speaking about which," she said, digging into the duffel bag she'd come with, and pulling out a bundle of cloth that she quickly unrolled, showing me. "The locker room is complete already. You wanna go be the first to use it?" she asked.
"Fuck is that? A jumpsuit?" I asked, frowning.
"Don't be silly, it's a janitor's outfit," she said, waving it a little. "You ever heard about how back in the 90s and early 2000s there was a rash of cases of sexual assault in schools?" she asked. "Don't ask me why but it became a fetish for some people, and one of the janitor costumes we got for the studio's locker room... room..." she said the last bit a little awkwardly, "fell on my hands."
"And you want me to put this on and... fuck you wearing it?"
"Yeah! I've still got my old gym clothes!" she said. "They're a bit tight but I'm still in shape! We can do the whole act thing," she said, "you play the creepy old perverted janitor, stumbling on a girl who's in the showers after hours," she said.
The Janitor came in to find that almost everyone had already left, long after his own work hours had started and he was to start cleaning up after the hyperactive little monsters that had been using it all day. The boys were bad, but the girls were far, far worse. He did not look forward to cleaning up their messes.
But today was an unusual day.
Today, he found someone already there, which wasn't entirely unusual, but what was unusual was that she hadn't changed yet. She still had her exercise shoes on, white socks, red bloomers and a white shirt - the full gym uniform. She turned around to face the Janitor, and he could see that the name emblazoned over her petite chest was "Kamishiro".
"It's late already, Miss Kamishiro," the Janitor drawled, his voice a little raspy, as he stepped into the room, bucket and mop pulled along as he did.
"I- err- Mister Janitor," she said. "I'll just be a minute I-"
The Janitor hummed, using one hand to adjust the headphones around his neck, pulling on the pants of his jumpsuit and moving his bucket along. "Well don't mind me," he said. "Just here to do my job," he said, wetting his mop and beginning the process of cleaning the floor.
She was frozen in place.
"Oh, you're not gonna change? I get it," the janitor said, chuckling darkly. "You need some help huh?" he asked, as he stuck the mop in the bucket, and began menacingly advancing towards Kamishiro, his lips curling into a half grin, half snarl.
Miss Kamishiro was frozen standing in front of her locker, which contained little but personal artifacts. The Janitor reached her and put a hand on her thigh and the other on her shoulder. "Come on now, I'll help you get undressed," he said, his hands rubbing along her thigh and shoulder, going down her arm and leg, to her elbow and knee, then going back, caressing her softly. "Oh, your skin's so soft," he said, chuckling.
"Uhm sir," Kamishiro said, shrinking a little. "Sir please stop."
His hands kept moving, moved along to rest on her chest. "Not much size here," he said, "but they're perky and firm," he said, his hands squeezing her chest, through the thin fabric of her shirt and through the sports bra underneath.
She hissed, pressing her back against her locker door, as he touched her more and more, playing with her breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling at them through her clothes, using his palms to knead them. Her face was turning red and her breath was hitching as he began to rub lower, his palms going along her stomach, and then finally, going down to her legs, rubbing at her thighs as he knelt in front of her.
He grinned, his face now directly in front of her crotch. Her bloomers were clearly a size too small, and the imprint of every curve was on them.
"Hoh? No panties under your bloomers? You're one pervy gal aren't you miss Kamishiro?" the Janitor asked, his hands on her thighs, his thumbs stretching to touch her pussy through her bloomers. "You're hot and wet... and I have a feeling, this isn't sweat at all," he said, his raspy voice sounding excited as he began to play with her more insistently, rubbing both her legs and her pussy thoroughly now, her juices already staining the bright red of her bloomers a deeper, richer color. His chuckles resounded across the otherwise empty locker room. "You want this don't you," he said. "That's why you stayed... you want it, you little whore..."
"Ngnh... no... I just- I was just late," she helplessly said, trembling in place. "Mister Janitor, please don't do this," she begged.
"Your mouth keeps saying no," he said, grabbing each leg with strength, and then pulling them apart, hard. "But your body... your body, is telling me yes!" he said, burying his nose into her pubic mound, through her bloomers, and taking a deep sniff, making a show of it, making it noisy, before pulling back with a groan of satisfaction and then diving back in, tongue lapping at the front of her bloomers. "This is a pervy little bitch's taste, yesss..." he said. "I can recognize a slutty pussy anywhere," he said, pulling her bloomers out of the way and revealing her sopping wet cunt. "You don't even need me to even touch you, you're allready to go already!"
She gasped as the janitor stood back up.
"Here we go, Miss Kamishiro," he said, stepping up and reaching for the zipper at the groin area of his pants, pulling it down and pulling out his large member from within. The Janitor held his stiff erection on his hand, and began to prod at Miss Kamishiro's cuntlips with it. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered into her ear, pressing his body into hers, pressing her back against the locker, and penetrating her and-
"You have really fucking weird fantasies you know that?" I interrupted.
Annoyed that I interrupted her as she was describing "the good part", my handler pouted at me. "Does that mean you're out?"
I snorted.
"I don't know," I said.
"If you agree the drinks are on me tonight," she said.
"Shit woman, that's all you had to say!"
-x-X-x-
I wasn't really feeling much like alcohol that night after all, but hitting the bar with Tsukiko, at her expense, was still a nice experience... though it was a little bit empty, only a handful of patrons, the quiet experience with relatively low volume chill music was nice.
"Her?" Tsukiko asked, taking a sip from her drink. "She seems lonely."
"Could be," I agreed. "Bit on the short side though."
"What's wrong with being short?" Tsukiko retorted, a little snippily, pouting at me. "I'll have you know average height in this country is 158 and in that regard I'm dead average, don't you come at me with your foreigner height standards!"
"I didn't even-" I palmed my face. "Look I just want to be sure that she's, you know what nevermind I'll just use the app," I said, pulling out my phone and scanning the woman. Just to be sure, I checked her sheet as the app returned it to me, even though the fact that she had one at all was already proof that she was of age.
I hummed. "Alright, it's fine," I said. I suppose that if there's a 160-ish average for women then there must obviously be women shorter than that. And now I feel like a discriminating ass over the entire thing.
I looked at Tsukiko, stored my phone, and nodded at her.
She lit up, looking a little giddy. "It's gonna be my first threesome ever," she said. "Mom and my aunties are always having them," she said.
I suppose they were married to the same guy after all. "Yeah I'm not exactly a font of experience on the topic either," I readily admitted. Beyond the studying, research and instructional stuff I've had as part of the certification process for my Breeder's License, I'm mostly just running on instinct really. "Let's get a move on before she starts actually getting drunk."
And so we did, getting up from the booth and approaching the woman sitting alone in the bar. And wow when I put it like that it sounds really bad.
Nevertheless, we each sat on one side of her. Tsukiko called for the bartender, a man in a white button up, black best and black slacks, with slicked back hair and an air of elegance.
Meanwhile, I eyed her drink. Colorful, fruity. She didn't smell of alcohol in the least, but her face was a little red.
"Yo," I greeted. "I happened to see you looked lonely, mind some-"
She turned to look at me. "Can you not?" she asked. "Look I just got dumped," she said. "I'm really not in the mood for whatever you're selling."
"I'm not selling anything," I said.
"Then tell me what you want," she said.
Well, at this point, might as well just shoot my shot. She was more irritated than sad it seemed. I could try a whole lot of means to calm her down and open her up, but I didn't particularly feel like she'd appreciate me trying to be a snake about this, so I'll be upfront instead. "Sex," I said, simply and clearly. "I want to have sex with you."
"You came with a girl," she accused.
"Yeah. If you're up for it, she'll join us," I said. I dug into my pocket and placed my license on the table. She looked at it suspiciously, eyes squinting. Maybe she needed glasses and wasn't using them? "No pressure though."
She frowned.
"Whatever, I don't care," she said. "You know, I've never actually put a request for a breeder," she said, "despite being in the program. Felt like cheating on my- on that man," she said, shaking her head and putting a finger on my card. "But I'm not getting any younger..."
She was nearing thirty after all, though she didn't look very much like it.
"Hey. Name's Miko, Adachi Miko," she said. "Your place or-"
"How about mine?" Tsukiko piped up, raising the keycard for the newly built sex studio.
Well, we wouldn't be doing her janitor fantasy first, but...
I don't think Tsukiko particularly minded. The Locker Room was still our destination of choice. It was rather reminiscent of my own school days, though it doesn't smell like ass and old socks so it's a marked improvement on that front.
There were plenty of costumes, though I grabbed a green and white tracksuit that suited me just about perfectly, changing in what was ironically an actual and real locker room complete with privacy booths for the showers, and then I went into the play locker room.
As I entered, I saw Tsukiko's body first. She was wearing a swimsuit, since we didn't leave home with her bag and thus she had to make do with the available costumes. She didn't have a particularly big chest, but seeing her from behind really put into perspective how nice her ass was. Wide hips, thick thighs, a pert and voluminous behind, everything you could ever wish for. If there ever was a perfect example of "breeding hips", then that was it.
I also remembered her rant earlier, before we left for the bar. For someone who'd been doing sports most of her life, she sure didn't have a single scar or blemish in her entire body. Oh, well, it didn't matter, I'm about to put some bruises on that fat ass of hers. Dressed in a school swimsuit, she looked quite attractive, and I couldn't wait to get to her.
As I turned around the stack of lockers I also saw our newest guest, Miko.
And she was a much finer woman than I thought at first glance. At the bar she had been wearing work attire, professional clothing that downplayed her body. Despite being shorter than Tsukiko, it was obvious she was absolutely not smaller than her. I didn't notice, but those must be DDs at the least, her chest is amazing, her butt and hips were not far behind Tsukiko... her racing swimsuit hid absolutely nothing either, almost painted on her skin.
I took a deep breath and got into character. I was their coach here, after all.
Before I approached them, I noticed Tsukiko playing with Miko's tits through her swimsuit. Right now, Miko had actually put on her glasses, quite large. Between the glasses, her rather simple and basic haircut, cut at chin level with no styling, and her fashion sense, I could kind of see her as a plain girl that might get ignored. Take the clothes off though, and I can't imagine how she could get dumped just like that... but then I'm not in that relationship.
I only know her body after all.
"Wow, these are amazing... so heavy, feels like I'm getting today's workout just from this!" Tsukiko giggled.
I stepped in. "Good work out there girls," I said, getting into the coach character. "It's time for your cooldown exercises."
"Oh! Coach! You're not supposed to come in here!" Tsukiko said, her voice a little high as she tried not to laugh. "What if we were changing?"
"Fitness waits for no one!" I said, clenching my fist.
"Coach... I'm still having trouble keeping my breathing like you told me," Miko said, stepping up to me. Despite her looks, she certainly didn't look or act like a shy girl. "Can you help me?"
"Of course," I said. "If you need more training then I'll gladly oblige," I said, walking to the nearest bench, sitting on it, and pulling my pants down, just a little, just enough for my cock, still flaccid, to be freed and released. "You know the exercise right?"
She nodded. "Yes, coach!" Miko said. "Thank you for your help!" she said.
Tsukiko, quite helpfully, put down a mat from the nearby supplies closet before me, and Miko nodded in thanks before kneeling down before me on the soft mat, reaching for my cock, and taking it into her mouth, not even wasting time and just jumping straight for the fun part, licking at my shaft with skill that denoted quite a lot of experience. Her tongue was quick and agile, and she even used two fingers to hold the base of my cock in place, maneuvering me as I started to become stiff from the pleasure of her dedicated blowjob.
It was frankly incredible, it might be the best blowjob, no, it definitely is the best blowjob I've ever had, the deceptively plain looking girl was extremely good at this, I found my fists gripping the edge of the bench and my legs trembling a little as my cock reached full hardness, and without a moment's hesitation, she began to bob her head up and down, her wet slips sliding along my shaft, leaving trails of hot saliva. Her tongue never stopped moving either, flicking at my cockhead when she pulled up and licking the underside when she took me into her mouth.
She then responded to my next thought without even needing to be prompted, taking me down into her throat and really making it an exercise in holding her breath, forcing me to flex every muscle in my body just to not humiliatingly cum at her incredible service.
"Holy shit," Tsukiko whistled.
Miko pulled back and out after deepthroating me, and I finally relaxed, the pleasure almost overwhelming. "How was that, Coach?"
"Whoa, where'd you learn that?" I asked, genuinely surprised at how good she was.
She snorted. "Long story..." she said, shaking her head, her hand gripping at my spit slick penis. "I don't really wanna talk about it," she said.
"That's fine," I said. "Now that I'm warmed up, how about I help you with yours?"
She snorted, and instead, simply laid down on the long bench, right beside me, spreading her legs and moving her swimsuit out of the way. She was dripping wet, rivulets of fluid already flowing down and wetting the treated wood. "Come Coach," she said, "fuck me like you mean it!"
Well, no need to ask twice.
Tsukiko looked expectantly, and Miko glanced at her, licking her lips. "I've not really been with many girls before," she said. "I was usually- no nevermind, come and sit on my face," she said. "Just, uhm, be careful?"
With more than a little bit of excitement and glee, Tsukiko did exactly that. "Ohh that's nice!" she said immediately. "Mhm... you- oh! You definitely- definitely are good at this!!"
Well some skills probably translated. I got in position and began rubbing my prickhead against Miko's cunt lips. Before me, Tsukiko was slowly degenerating from words of encouragement to wordless moans and was having a hard time just holding herself up. She sat on Miko's face, facing me in turn, and was wiggling in place unable to hold still as she got eaten out.
Miko's hands reached for Tsukiko's fat ass and thighs and it seemed that Miko had become as enamored with them as I was, because her hands were wandering all over them. We might've hit the jackpot with this perverted woman. To think I almost passed on her!
Pressing my dick into her, I could see that she stiffened and Tsukiko got a much needed moment to breathe, prolonged as I pushed deeper into Miko's pussy, until I got about two thirds, maybe three quarters of the way in, and hit what felt like the limits of her endurance. Her wet and hot pussy was opening up as I went in, and once more, I was treated to the absolute wonder of a woman with experience.
No stiffness, no need to force it in at all, it was a strangely pleasant fuck, it was like her body knew when to tighten and when to relax and did so automatically, allowing me the space to go in, but never giving me an instant where I felt she was loose or anything, slippery, hot and tight pussy was amazing, and her undulating insides kept bringing new pleasure in.
I panted and grabbed onto her thigh with one hand and the bench with the other, getting into position and rocking my hips to get even more out of her pussy, touching every spot and teasing them all, before I began the actual challenge.
Pulling out.
Fuck me she was clingy!
It's like she didn't want to let me go! But I persevered, and then I was inside her again, and feeling the clingy pussy desperately trying to hold me in again, squeezing, sucking, almost strangling me even, again and again.
Miko couldn't quite keep up, eating out Tsukiko was difficult when I was pounding into her no doubt, and that gave Tsukiko enough presence of mind to lean forward, wrap her arms around my back and shoulders, and give me a wet and sloppy kiss, her face now a pure expression of satisfaction. "I didn't think girls felt so good~!" she moaned.
Tongues are tongues, Tsukiko! Well, it didn't matter to me, I just answered the kiss and continued pounding Miko, singlemindedly, thinking of nothing but taking the excitement built up by her blowjob and her amazing experienced pussy, feeling the build up, the tightening up of my muscles, my balls preparing-
And then she caught me by surprise once more, by cumming first, the cheeky little minx, and triggering my own orgasm unexpectedly as her pussy went crazy on my cock, straining, milking and draining me of semen rather brutally, I almost felt like a cow from how much it felt like she was taking it from me outright!
And it was fucking amazing!
Panting, I came back down to earth and pulled my cock out of Miko's pussy, and gently lowered Tsukiko down until she was face to face with Miko's creamy pussy.
"Return the favor," I said.
Tsukiko looked a bit hesitant at first, but then she stuck her tongue out, lapped at Miko's cuntlips and clit, bathed in thick creamy cum, and her eyes widened. "Oh gods my mom was right," she said. "This really is the best..." she said, shaking her head then diving back in, now earnestly devouring Miko's pussy.
I was breathing hard, just trying to recover, but that show had me all up and ready to go in just a few seconds. This time, though... I went behind Tsukiko, and saw that squinty eyed stare from Miko, her glasses had rolled up and dropped just behind her head on the bench. I helpfully removed them and put them somewhere safe, before coming back. I grinned and then brought my cock to bear, and began prodding Tsukiko's pussy at first, before I moved up, and began teasing her ass.
"What are you doing, that's not- Oooh!!"
Oh yeah, we were going to use this room very thoroughly for the rest of the night.
I pulled out of Tsukiko's ass, only the tip of my dick had gone in, and then offered it to Miko, who obediently opened her mouth and allowed me to plunge my dick in, wetting it in saliva, for me to attempt to penetrate Tsukiko's ass again. It'd take quite a bit of effort, for sure...
And it really showed me just how experienced and well trained Miko was.