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Walking hand in hand with her girlfriend, Hanamaru was unenthused about their date. There were no issues with their relationship, none that she could vocally complain about. She was treated with kindness and respect, and her wellbeing was always prioritised, but there was a lack of intimacy and excitement that she yearned for.
Ever since she learned how simple it was to access the internet, she found herself stumbling across websites that were much too inappropriate for a girl such as herself. Seeing couples have such wild, unrestrained sex opened her eyes, and made her all the more interested in experiencing it for herself.
When Dia asked her out back in high school, Hanamaru was overjoyed, thinking that this was an opportunity to learn firsthand why so many people online spoke so highly of sex, and why some were addicted to it. She was hopeful, anticipating the day that her eyes would open, and she’d experience a whole new world she never knew existed.
But unfortunately, things didn’t go quite as she had hoped.
As much as it pained Hanamaru to admit it, Dia was somewhat of a prude. It made sense, given that she was considered somewhat of a killjoy, but her outlook towards sex was disappointing to say the least. She believed that it was something special, that it should be saved for the right moment, and that no one should jump into it haphazardly.
Respecting her girlfriend’s wishes and believing that she would be more open to it when they had both graduated from high school was a foolish mistake on Hanamaru’s part, as nothing had really changed. There were no passionate love making sessions, nor was she enlightened as to what made sex so incredible.
Feeling lethargic about the state of her relationship, Hanamaru’s shoulders were slumped and it was apparent that she was feeling down. Her outfit wasn’t very inspiring, as she wore a tight pair of jeans that emphasised her plump backside, along with a white, innocent sweater that did little to hide her ample bosom.
She was considered chubby, having never quite been able to slim down and lose her love handles. It was somewhat surprising considering that she used to be an idol, but she didn’t make a big deal out of it. She liked to eat food, using it as a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that her girlfriend didn’t yearn for her.
Having noticed a while ago that Hanamaru wasn’t feeling good, Dia was contemplating cancelling their date and returning to their apartment so she could nurse her back to health, or at the very least, cuddle under a blanket and watch a movie together. She was worried, but she didn’t want to make a big deal about it.
Dressed in a navy blue skirt that fell down to her knees, a frilly white shirt, and a green jacket, she had put a bit of thought into her attire for this outing. Today was going to be the day she tried to close the distance between them, to go against her belief and have sex prior to any form of commitment.
But seeing Hanamaru’s state was making her reconsider. After all, she didn’t want to overexert her when she was feeling under the weather.
The couple walked arm in arm, coming to a stop outside of a cafe that they both frequented for dates. There was a moment of hesitation as Dia considered calling it quits and returning home for the day, but after taking a deep breath and composing herself, she felt that there was no harm in having something to eat first.
Leading the way inside, Dia escorted the down and out Hanamaru to a table, and even pulled out her chair for her. She was being thoughtful, although this kind of behaviour was to be expected of her, as manners were a top priority to her. Taking a seat, she observed the brunette, trying to understand what may be troubling her.
“Are you okay, Hanamaru? If you aren’t feeling well, we can go back home and watch a movie together,” deciding it was best to just pop the question, Dia expressed her concern with a gentle tone. She was serious about this, even if it would almost certainly put a damper on her plan to be intimate for the first time.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Hanamaru just lacked the energy to feel excited about going out on a date with her girlfriend. She could predict just what was going to happen, that nothing out of the ordinary would occur, and knowing that only caused her to slouch down in her chair.
“I’m fine, Dia. Really, you don’t have to worry,” Hanamaru didn’t sound the least bit convincing as she tried to reassure her prudish girlfriend that there was no need for concern. After being met with a doubtful yet worried stare, she picked up the menu and began to peruse it, hoping to find something sweet to get rid of the bad taste left in her mouth.
There was an air of silence between the two, as it was quite clear that their date was on thin ice, and that it could come to an end at any moment. This had become more and more frequent as of late, almost as if something awful was going to occur if nothing changed, and yet, neither of the former idols did anything.
Pulling out her phone, Hanamaru perked right up in her chair as she checked some unread messages. It was as if she was now excited about something, as her eyes were lit up and her posture was no longer a concern. Although it only took her a minute to return to her lethargic state.
“U-Um… I’ll be back in a bit, Dia. I’m just going to go and use the restroom…” Hanamaru’s voice was hushed as she blushed, rising up from her seat and almost tripping over her own feet as she made her way towards the cafe’s bathroom. She was in a hurry, and didn’t stop to wait for a response from her girlfriend.
Slamming the door shut behind her, the flustered brunette let out a sigh of relief before making her way to the last stall. Trembling with excitement about what awaited her inside, she entered without a shred of hesitation, only to let out a squeal when she was pounced on by someone.
“Took you long enough, Zuramaru! And here I thought you were starting to miss me,” a bold and tactless girl with long dark hair pinned Hanamaru against the door, keeping a firm hold on her wrists as she kept them on opposite sides of her head. They were quite familiar with one another, as was evident by the use of a nickname.
With her heart pounding against her chest, Hanamaru was high on adrenaline from having someone push her around so suddenly. She felt a tinge of guilt for making her assailant wait, but she knew that she would be forgiven. After all, the two of them shared a bond that was so twisted that no one could ever know about it.
“Well, I did miss you, Yoshiko. You and that huge cock of yours,” Hanamaru felt a delightful shiver run down her spine as she uttered such profanity. Her eyes began to trail downwards, focusing on the prominent bulge in her friend’s shorts. It was quite sizable, enough to draw attention even while flaccid.
Snickering to herself as she loved to hear those words coming from an unsuspecting slut, Yoshiko leaned in close, bringing her face right up to the nape of her prey’s neck. Without any hesitation, she planted one kiss after another on the sensitive skin before sucking down hard with the intent of leaving a mark.
Hanamaru and Yoshiko’s relationship was peculiar. They were childhood friends and former idols, but they were never anything more than just that. Back in high school, there was nothing going on between them, as they were quite content with simply getting on each other’s nerves from time to time.
But for Hanamaru, Yoshiko was exactly the person she needed to spice up her dull and unsatisfying love life.
She never planned on betraying Dia, as she was content with being with her, but her own needs led her astray. Her interest towards sex only grew with time, and it wasn’t until she bumped into Yoshiko by pure chance on the street coming home from university that she found herself drawn towards her.
For all of Aqours, everyone knew just how shameless the fallen angel could be at times. She would hype herself up over nothing, only to make a complete fool of herself, but what really left an everlasting impression on Hanamaru was the fact that she used to strip down in front of others without a care in the world.
The thought had lingered inside of Hanamaru’s head for years about how Yoshiko was exceptionally hung for a futa, about how she seemed quite proud to flaunt it, and how easygoing she was. She never intended on pursuing that fleeting interest, but after running into one another, she found herself drawn towards her.
She had planned on it being a one night stand, one that she could forget ever happened and go back to her peaceful yet dissatisfying life with Dia, but she quickly learned that Yoshiko was anything but ordinary. No, she was a beast in the bedroom, possessing incredible amounts of stamina despite always seeming unfit.
Being fucked senseless for hours on end without a second to calm down awakened something inside of Hanamaru. Perhaps it was all of her suppressed desires towards sex that came bursting out all at once, or maybe it was her true nature, but whatever the case, there was no denying that she was hooked on her childhood friend’s huge cock.
Whenever she was with Dia, Hanamaru always felt guilty for having cheated on her, but she just couldn’t bring herself to speak up. How could she admit that she was addicted to Yoshiko’s dick without sounding insane? No, she kept quiet about it, hoping that enough time would pass that it could be swept under the rug and kept there.
But unfortunately, Yoshiko wasn’t about to let her go that easily.
No, Yoshiko simply loved how plump the brunette was, and how their bodies were compatible with one another. She was persistent, demanding to meet up for quickies, and to her surprise, she was met with positive reception. It was as if they shared the same wants and needs, which led to the two becoming fuck buddies.
Whenever Yoshiko called, Hanamaru would come running, just like what happened a few minutes ago.
Hanamaru had been feeling lethargic after going two weeks without any contact from the fallen angel, believing that she had done something wrong to scare her away. But after receiving a series of text messages and realising that her sex friend had been following her on her date, her mood did a complete one-eighty.
As she pried her lips away from the cheating slut’s nape, Yoshiko nodded in approval at her own handiwork. A bright red hickey was clearly visible on the side of her neck, and you would have to be dense as a rock not to realise what it was. She had marked her property, as she did whenever they met up in secret like this.
Unable to wait any longer, Hanamaru fumbled as she unbuttoned her tight jeans, wiggling her way out of them as her thick thighs came spilling out. Making her way around the smug fallen angel, she placed her hands on the wall and stuck her fat ass out, shaking it from side to side while showcasing her white panties.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Zuramaru?” Smirking as she felt her shorts start to feel more cramped, Yoshiko found the sight before her to be amusing. Seeing her friend trying to seduce her like this was hot, but she was so clumsy in going about it that it added another level of charm to this indecent act.
Reaching around with one of her hands and spanking her own butt, Hanamaru bit her lip to stop herself from squealing. Her eyes were blatantly hungry as she gazed down at Yoshiko’s crotch, wondering when she would receive her prize. Breathing in, she explained, “I-I’m doing my best to get you hard, Yoshiko.”
“You’re such a perv, you know that? Well, that’s what I love about you. You’re such a nasty slut,” Yoshiko didn’t mince her words as she was quite blunt, going so far as to call her friend awful things. Reaching down and grabbing the waistband of her shorts, she pulled them down, freeing her upwards arching cock from its prison.
Yoshiko knew she was special, that she was blessed with a huge dick. She loved to flaunt it, to let people know just how amazing she was, and if she was lucky, she would get a chance to prove how skillful she was in bed. This was the only thing she could confidently boast about, and be able to back it up if anyone doubted her.
Shivering as she felt a pair of hands graze against her asscheeks, Hanamaru winced as she was suddenly spanked. The sound of her backside being struck echoed throughout the bathroom, and her legs began to shake as she was hit dozens of times, almost as if someone was using her like a set of drums.
It hurt, but Hanamaru loved how thrilling it was to be treated so roughly. She could never ask for this from Dia, that much was a fact. If she wanted to feel degraded, to have someone want her just for her body, then there was only one person she could rely on. And that just so happened to be the hung fallen angel.
Satisfied with herself now that the brunette’s ass was red with visible handprints, Yoshiko ran her fingers along the mound of her vagina. Unsurprising, it was wet, as she had suspected. If she had to take a guess, those panties had been soaked since the moment she entered the bathroom.
Tearing the white undergarments off, Yoshiko spun them around her finger in a circle for a moment before flinging it over the door. Stepping forward and positioning her throbbing cock between those fat asscheeks, she could barely stop herself from laughing as she asked, “How long has it been since we last met up like this? Two weeks?”
“T-Too long! You didn’t respond to any of my calls or messages, Yoshiko! I was starting to think you had grown bored of me,” Hanamaru was quite worked up as she shouted in response, only to clasp a hand over her mouth a moment later. She didn’t want to cause a scene and arouse suspicion.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Yoshiko knew that going radio silent would work wonders. It proved to make the cheating slut even more needy, reaffirming just how addicted she was to getting pounded by a huge cock. Pulling her hips back, she aligned herself against the wet entrance and thrust forward, as there was no need for any foreplay.
“As if I could ever get bored of you and your fat tits, Zuramaru! I’ve told you before! I love fat bitches!” Yoshiko grabbed her fuck buddy’s love handles as if to prove her point, all while hammering her hips back and forth with reckless abandon. There was no need for protection, as she hated the feeling of using a condom.
Trying her best to maintain strength in her arms and legs so she didn’t fall onto the toilet beneath her, Hanamaru’s pleasant moans were like music that filled the quiet bathroom. To be suddenly penetrated by something so girthy and long made her feel as if she was in heaven, as this was just what she had been aching for.
“Y-Your huge cock is amazing, Yoshiko! H-Harder! Fuck me harder!” The pure and innocent Hanamaru was nowhere to be found, as she pleaded for more without a shred of shame. She could try and convince herself that this was purely to satisfy her craving for sex as much as she liked, but deep down she had grown addicted to this act of infidelity.
Complying with the slut’s wishes, Yoshiko quickened her pace and increased the force of her thrusts, all without so much as breaking a sweat. This was just a warm up to her, and she was going to do it whether she was asked to or not. Feeling those wet folds sucking down on her cock, pulling her in deeper was simply divine, and she wanted more.
“Don’t you feel bad for Dia? I mean, you came running the moment I messaged you. Let me guess, she’s still not ready to have sex?” Yoshiko was feeling rather devilish as she brought up the brunette’s girlfriend, wanting to hear her admit just what she truly felt about her. It didn’t matter to her if she destroyed their relationship - this was purely for fun.
Moaning like a bitch in heat, Hanamaru hung her head before arching her back and blurting out, “I-I can’t help it! I want you and your huge cock so badly, Yoshiko! I want to have rough sex everyday, but Dia just doesn’t care! My pussy belongs to you and only you! S-So please, please keep fucking me!”
“Heh. You’re such a nasty slut, Zuramaru. Dia doesn’t deserve you. She’d die of shock if she knew what you were really like,” Yoshiko began to pull the chubby brunette towards her to meet with each of her thrusts, her bulbous cockhead banging against her womb with such vigor that she was practically demanding to be let in.
The sound of their bodies slapping against one another only grew more frequent and harsher with each passing moment. Thankfully, no one had entered the bathroom, meaning that they were undisturbed in their den. They were drunk on their own lust, and even if someone were to catch them, they wouldn’t even think of stopping.
Quickening her pace as she felt her orgasm approaching, Yoshiko didn’t have to think twice about whether to pull out or not. Bottoming herself out inside of the sopping wet pussy that had been moulded to match the shape of her cock, she let out a dominating groan while announcing, “I’m gonna cum, Zuramaru! I’m gonna mark you as my bitch!”
Hanamaru could only babble incomprehensible gibberish as she was pushed over the edge, her body having been conditioned to climax at the same time as her partner. The scorching hot semen erupting inside of her made her feel as if she was melting, all while lewd fluids gushed out of her slutty pussy.
She was being creampied for the first time in two weeks, and she could almost feel her ovaries dancing with joy from having a thick load dumped inside of her.
Composing herself as her euphoric high came to an end, Yoshiko pulled her huge erection out of that sopping wet hole, amused to see that it was gaping and that her own jizz was starting to trickle out. She considered getting her phone and snapping a photo, but she refrained, as she had plenty of videos already.
Spinning the dazed brunette around and sitting her down on the toilet, Yoshiko wasted no time in grabbing that white sweater and pulling it up, along with the shirt underneath. Seeing a white bra that was several sizes too small struggling to contain a pair of fat tits, she licked her lips before grabbing a handful of those soft cushions.
Twisting and turning as her breasts were pulled out of her bra, Hanamaru felt exhilarated that someone was lusting for her this badly. If she was with her girlfriend, she would try and cover up her inverted nipples, but she was comfortable with the fallen angel, feeling like there was nothing to hide from her.
“You’re such a cow, Zuramaru. I mean, have you looked at these udders of yours? They’re so long that I could milk you like the animal you are,” while Yoshiko may sound like she’s insulting her fuck buddy, she was praising her for having the finest pair of tits that she had the privilege of getting her hands on.
Before Hanamaru could comprehend and register those words, she found that the fallen angel had buried her face in one of her massive breasts, and was sucking on her areola. She was using her tongue to prod the inverted nipple, hoping to make it emerge from its hiding place.
“Y-Yoshiko!” Placing her hands on the back of her friend’s head to prevent her from pulling away, Hanamaru was loving all of the attention her oversized chest was receiving. She was truly glad that her boobs were as big as they were, as they were the perfect size for giving this stud some paizuri.
It took a minute, but Yoshiko was successful in making both of the slut’s nipples come out of hiding. She found it all so arousing just how puffy and large they were, almost as if they were made to be suckled on. After filling her lungs with air, she decided to suck even harder than before on those sensitive buds, hoping to see if this cow was capable of producing milk yet.
Hanamaru’s overly sensitive nipples were toyed with, as one would be sucked on while the other was treated like a knob, being twisted around and around in circles. She had been trained to climax from having her chest fondled so aggressively, and she could feel it creeping up on her.
Almost as if she could sense this, Yoshiko stuck both of those puffy chest buds into her mouth and bit down on them, pulling on them in an attempt to stretch them out. She was immediately met with a pained scream, followed quickly by the chubby bitch’s whole body shuddering as she squirted uncontrollably.
Animalistic sounds filled the bathroom as Hanamaru came long and hard, her chest burning up as she was treated like a toy. The fallen angel knew exactly what to do to please her, and just how rough she could be before going overboard, and she was secretly hoping that this bathroom tryst would continue just a little longer.
All of her surroundings started to spin as she found herself being pulled to her legs and spun around once more. Hanamaru had half expected to be pinned to the ground and experience a mating press like none other, but she was content with doing it doggystyle once more. After all, she did enjoy having her ass treated like a set of drums.
Grabbing both of those massive udders and pulling on them so that they were stretched across the slut’s back and towards her, Yoshiko couldn’t help but to laugh as she was met with more feral squeals of joy. “Maybe we should get you one of those cow bikinis, Zuramaru? Oh! And a bell collar too!”
“M-My tits..! Y-You’re stretching them, Yoshiko!” Hanamaru could only bear with the discomfort of having her breasts be treated harsher than ever before. She couldn’t anticipate what this was for, or what the futanari hoped to achieve, but she just knew that she was going to love it one way or another.
Snickering as she felt it was obvious as to what she was doing, Yoshiko plunged her throbbing cock back into the fat bitch’s sopping wet pussy. Pumping her hips back and forth, she exclaimed, “Your fat tits are so hot, Zuramaru! Why don’t we make them bigger, huh? I bet Dia would love that!”
Once more, Yoshiko’s huge cock scraped against the depths of Hanamaru’s womanhood, rubbing against the inner walls that only she could reach. She hammered against her womb with each fierce thrust, almost as if she wanted to remind her just who she belonged to, and she showed no signs of relenting as she used her breasts as reins.
Hanamaru quickly began to lose track of everything, as the fallen angel fucked her into a stupor. She soon lost count of how many times she was creampied, or how long they’ve been going at it for. It was as if they were making up for lost time, like they were compensating for not meeting up for the last two weeks.
They had surrendered themselves to their instincts, obeying their carnal needs to mate like their lives depended on it. They would stick their tongues out and kiss in the most sloppy manner, and they would scream each other’s names as if they were a couple in love. They were lost in their own little world, only coming to an end after what felt like an eternity.
Pulling her shorts up and straightening out her clothes, Yoshiko was satisfied for now. She had shot out bucketloads worth of cum straight into the cheating slut’s pussy, and she didn’t care about how dangerous it was. She had no intention of taking responsibility, as they were nothing more than fuck buddies at the end of the day.
“Look at you, Zuramaru. Honestly, Dia doesn’t deserve a slut like you, but don’t make you think I’ll take you off of her hands. You’re my cum dump. Your pussy belongs to me. Got it?” Yoshiko reached forward with one hand and grasped the brunette’s jawline, tilting her head up so they could look eye to eye.
Resting atop of the toilet with copious amounts of semen seeping out of her red and beating pussy, Hanamaru could only mindlessly nod in agreement, even if she wasn’t able to comprehend what was being said. She was in a daze, still flying high on the adrenaline rush that came with being destroyed by such a huge cock.
Smirking as she was quite satisfied with how things were, Yoshiko forcefully kissed her plump fuck buddy, asserting her dominance one final time before stepping out of the stall. Stopping to wash her hands and check herself out in the mirror, she left the bathroom without looking back once.
“S-Sorry I took so long, Dia! Really! I um… I really wasn’t feeling that good, zura,” Hanamaru hung her head in shame as she apologised to her girlfriend, having barely managed to tidy up her appearance and join her back at the table. She was on edge, failing to realise that her vocal tic had slipped through.
Having been worried sick until now, Dia decided not to press the matter any more. She knew that Hanamaru had been feeling under the weather, and that she had rushed off to use the bathroom, leading her to believe that it was something urgent. Truthfully, she was just glad that their date hadn’t been abandoned.
She did notice some peculiarities about her girlfriend, most notably how her hair was messy, how her clothes were dishevelled, and that there was a noticeable red mark on her neck. She did find it strange, but she didn’t think too much of it, brushing it off as a mosquito bite or something.
Underneath her clothes however, Hanamaru was hiding far more than just a hickey. Her breasts were littered with bite marks, her nipples were swollen and were out of their cave, and there was semen trickling out of her pussy. She had no panties on, as a certain somebody had torn them off and tossed them away.
“I’m just glad you seem to be feeling better, Hanamaru. Say, how about we go back to our apartment? I um… I think it’s time we… You know…” Dia was composed for a moment, but as soon as she tried to allude to finally being intimate with her girlfriend, she started to trail off and go quiet.
As much as this should excite Hanamaru that she was being given a golden opportunity to make love with her girlfriend, she just couldn’t bring herself to be interested whatsoever. She had been corrupted, having gotten a taste for a cock that was in a league of its own, and she belonged to it.
Scratching her cheek as she averted her gaze, Hanamaru tried to play it off and suggested that they do this another time, “U-Um… I’m happy to hear that, Dia, but… M-Maybe not today, zura.”
She couldn’t bring herself to allow anyone other than Yoshiko to defile her slutty body. She was a cheating slut, and she didn’t want to take a chance that Dia could be horrible in the bedroom. She would be completely and utterly disappointed if that were to happen, and she wasn’t sure if she could pretend to be satisfied.
If this relationship were to continue, she would just have to rely on Yoshiko to fuck her brains out on a regular basis. And she had the feeling that her wish would be granted without a second thought.