Chapter 6: Molester
“I’m going to ejaculate soon, okay?”
Hearing what I said, Honjo-san nodded slightly with closed eyes.
“Well then.”
I place my hand at the back of her head and pushed out my waist. I move my waist to penetrate her throat deeply, and she seems to have become familiar with it in this one week. ‘We can’t show this scene to Makoto’…I think while massaging her chest with my right hand.
Because I let her take off her bra beforehand, I thoroughly enjoy the touch of her hills over her uniform.
They are not very big, but this white skin and pink middle parts… I won’t get tired even if I see it many times. I can’t see them now because she is wearing her uniform, but still, their location was clear because I am touching them directly.
When I slightly pinch her nipples with my finger, Honjo-san reacts. Her opened mouth closes a little and her teeth hit my thing.
“Ouch!”
To not let Honjo-san get away as she tries to retreat reflexively at the moment of the ejaculation, I hold her head down with both hands.
Every time it splashes, her throat is stabbed with my dick. If it’s so far, it would end by Honjo-san vomiting it out, but the current Honjo who has continuously taken my ejaculation in her mouth for one week is different.
“Aaa…”
She doesn’t stimulate the tip immediately after the ejaculation, and the remaining semen that slowly moves in her mouth is sucked up slowly. It feels like only my penis is in a hot bath.
Speaking of baths, we can take showers because there is enough water. But I haven’t take a bath for a long time. A cold-water bath can be prepared immediately of course, but I want to take a hot bath. I also want to wash Honjo-san’s body with body soap. Our bodies’ sticking together…
“Nn, it became big again!?”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Honjo-san is surprised as she just detached her mouth from my penis. Indeed, my son has already regained his hardness.
“Matoba-san, how old were you again?”
“…I will be 28 this year, what about it?”
“Men always remain full of vigor, don’t they!”
Her words stab into me. It feels like she’s blaming me for doing these kinds of things with a high-school girl, even though I’m an adult. Well, I know that it is just paranoia.
Well, you see, it’s my survival instinct flaring up before I become a zombie…In the first place, not feeling anything towards such a beautiful girl would mean I have a disease or something. Also, I’m still in my twenties. I have surely declined from my heyday, but it’s not like I will become unable to do it. I hear Picasso had a lover and was doing it with her even when he was in his eighties.
“Ah, rather than that, Matoba-san. What are we going to do today?”
“Let me think…”
Looking at the clock, the time was a little past lunchtime.
Speaking of entertainment to kill time until a while ago, I was mainly reading. The things for which electricity is necessary can’t be used, so I read a lot of manga and light novels. Though there is a small generator in the outdoor corner, we use it for a heater mainly.
If we use it too much and it breaks or runs out of fuel, it won’t be possible pass this winter.
In this safe place, where we also have food, we froze to death. I can’t laugh at such a joke.
“If you can’t think of anything, how about we continue where we left yesterday? I’ve got the hang of intercrural sex! I’m at the level of mastering it already!!”
After receiving fellatio from Honjo-san a week ago, our main time-passing activity changed…to erotic activities.
Our bodies remain warm while we do erotic acts. We do not use any extra fuel, moreover, after the act, which you can say is a form of aerobic exercise, meals become surprisingly delicious. And, the time goes by in an instant. Are there any other such excellent methods to pass the time?
…We gave such excuses while drowning ourselves in pleasure.
“Hoo…that’s something to look forward to.”
I grin and lie down while revealing my son.
We can’t cross the line, so we are playing around with other methods, and it seems that intercrural sex is now the favorite for Honjo-san. Yesterday it didn’t go well, and of all things, I was about to insert my son inside her. Fortunately, a virgin can’t be broken through so easily, therefore Honjo-san still remains innocent…Wait, what is innocence anyway?
“Please wait a minute. I’ll get wet right now.”
She says so with a serious face, and she put her own finger up her skirt.
“Ah, stop. That, I want to do it.”
“Eh?”
“It’s fine, so stand here for a bit.”
I get off the bed and call Honjo-san over.
“Like this?”
“Yup, that’s good. Please open your feet a little so that it’s easier to touch…yes that’s the way! Ah, put your hands on the wall. You don’t have to stick out your butt so much. Un, stand as naturally as possible….great! Yup, that’s the pose!”
I order her to be as natural as possible, and I even feel a little moved at the final pose.
“Well then, excuse me as I go behind you.”
I touch her buttocks on top of her skirt gently…Okay, we need to imagine that we are on a train now. Honjo-san is looking outside the train bored, while she places her hands on the door so that she isn’t crushed by other people around her.
I touch the butt of this high-school girl by the back of my hand. Though I can’t feel anything from on top of the skirt due to the tough cloth, just the fact that I touched the buttocks of a high-school girl excites me.
Of course, because it probably happened due to the shaking of the train, the girl doesn’t react. She seems to be leisurely looking outside.
I touch her hips with my palm this time. Without rubbing it, I just raise her skirt and touch her buttocks with my palm. When I put a slight strength in my hands and lift her buttocks,
“Nnn…” a voice leaked out.
However, this girl doesn’t look back and she closes her eyes. Maybe she doesn’t have the courage to speak, and it seems she is waiting for the nightmare to pass by.
If that’s the case, then I don’t need to be reserved. I put my hand inside her skirt and caress her thighs with my fingers.
“…su!”
Perhaps she’s biting her lips to endure it, but I can’t hear any sound from her.
As I raised my hand farther up, it was met by the soft curve of her ass. I feel something heavy and decide to lift it up with two fingers. Perhaps she just put strength in her hips, but her buttocks moved upwards.
But, as if to tell her that such an act is meaningless, I grab her buttocks in my palm with all my might.
“…~Ah.”
Her soft ass that overflows from the gaps between my fingers makes my son even more energetic.