"Ah... that feels so good..."
"Who are you talking like that?"
After a long conversation under the beach tent, the two decided to relax and float lazily in the sea. Misaki used a float, with Kotaro supporting her by holding onto it.
"It's like this... The sun's heat hasn't changed, but the coolness of the water softens it somehow... It's just so comfortable~"
Misaki-senpai sounds like she's melting...
It was clear she had started out trying to choose her words carefully but had given up halfway through. How can the sun be 'softened' by the water? he thought with a wry smile, stroking his light brown hair, damp from the seawater.
"Kotaro, Kotaro."
"Yes? What is it...?"
Suddenly, her lips were sealed with a soft smack. The faintly salty taste of the sea mingled with the soft, plump texture of her thin lips. I thought she would pull away immediately, but instead, her tongue began to slither against mine. As I responded with my own tongue, our "meat shafts" swelled and stiffened beneath the sea.
"...Mmph. It's ticklish."
"What if someone sees us?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. There's no one nearby, and even if someone did see us, they'd just think we were being a little affectionate. We're a couple, after all... yeah... no problem..."
"Why are you blushing more now than when we kissed?"
As I softened my expression, thinking, She's so cute...,
"...Oh."
Misaki murmured quietly, her lips twitching slightly.
"...It might have dripped."
A voice so soft it seemed on the verge of being swallowed by the Boeing noise slipped into my ear.
"...The thing you just did, right?"
"Yeah..."
Misaki's eyes drifted unfocused. The inside of her swimsuit grew painfully tight.
"W-well, it's the ocean. A little leak won't hurt anyone..."
"Could you show me?"
"Huh?"
"Could you show me?"
"Huh?"
She gave me a cute, puzzled look.
"...Show me."
I lowered my voice by a shade and whispered softly into her ear. Misaki, clad in a halterneck bikini, shivered slightly.
"...Um, so, how exactly should I...?"
She asked in a hushed, almost secretive tone. Her bashfulness, mixed with her willingness to go along, was endearingly cute and utterly adorable.
"Okay, then..." I asked her to change positions. She had been resting her arms on the float, but now I had her put her legs on it too. The float wasn't particularly large, but Misaki's petite body fit snugly inside. Only her plump buttocks were submerged in the seawater.
"This way, I can't move at all... Are you sure that's okay?"
"Yes, I'll lift it myself."
I enjoyed watching Misaki's eyes widen before quickly diving beneath the water. When I grasped her full, round buttocks, she shivered slightly. I intended to lift her bikini bottom, but the sight of Misaki's naked buttocks underwater was simply too enticing. I couldn't resist stroking them gently, reveling in the way she sensuously wriggled her hips.
"...Huff! Sorry, I forgot our purpose and got distracted admiring Misaki-senpai's buttocks..."
"You don't even need to say it, you little slut!"
Misaki's face flushed crimson as Kotaro gently patted her cheeks. His reprimand was strangely gentle. Her lover's face was still faintly flushed with a sensual blush from his earlier caress of her buttocks.
"We'll make up for it later, okay? Now, I'm really going this time."
"...Huh?! You...! Ah, hey...!"
Enjoying Misaki's adorably flustered reaction, Kotaro dove back into the water. White bubbles burst around him, momentarily obscuring his vision. When they cleared, the rounded shape of her buttocks reappeared, just as he'd seen before.
I wonder if butts sprouting from walls look like this...
It was a scenario straight out of erotic manga or adult videos—a situation so lewd he'd never encountered it anywhere else. As he thought, Maybe I should ask Misaki-senpai to do this with me someday..., he gently pinched the edge of her bikini.
(Ero...)
Misaki's intimate area was revealed. Her thick pubes swayed gently. The plump inner lips of her vulva were softer and more delicate than when we first connected. Gently parting the folds with my finger, the pale pink mucosa emerged, and her white buttocks trembled violently. She must be desperately trying to suppress her moans. The reality of what we were doing—engaging in such lewd acts while everyone around us enjoyed their leisure—was unbearable.
I slid my finger between her inner lips. The saltwater made it difficult to feel, but I could still sense the warmth of her skin and the heat of her arousal.
(Will it come out...?)
Even though I'd taken a proper breath, just as I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, Misaki's hips began to shudder violently.
Glimpse, drip, gush.
In sync with the trembling of her pale, rounded buttocks, the semen I had poured into her overflowed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
The sight of the semen, proof of both my lust and love for Misaki, spilling from her small, quivering vaginal opening was so beautiful and obscene that I forgot to breathe.
I stared, entranced, and as a result—
"...Buhaaaaah?! Haaah, haah, haah, haah, haaaaah...!"
"K-Kotaro?! Are you alright?!"
I really had forgotten to breathe, and suddenly, my body hit its absolute limit. My real, physical limit. My body was practically yelling, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"S-sorry... It was just so erotic, I forgot to breathe...!"
"How can you value porn over your own life...?"
Misaki's face was flushed, but her expression was more worried about Kotaro than anything else. Once her breathing steadied, she shook her head in exasperation and ruffled his hair. "Honestly..."
Finally calming down, she gently pinched his cheek with her small hand.
"You knew I was the only one watching, Kotaro. And yet you still managed to embarrass me to death, you idiot..."
"..."
Her scolding was delivered in the sweetest, most coquettish voice, but the words felt like a brutal slap to the head, more intense than any harsh language could have been.
What should I say in response? he thought, counting the seconds: one, two.
"...Um, I don't know how to put it... but seeing you underwater was incredibly mystical. It was erotic, beautiful, and somehow... I felt the essence of life itself, you know?"
"What are you talking about with that serious face?!"
Misaki, her entire neck flushed crimson, pressed her palm against my cheek.
Seriously, you perverted critic... I muttered, those strangely intriguing words lingering in my mind. Misaki glared at me resentfully. How cute.
"I'll get you back for this. We're going over there."
"Huh?"
Misaki pointed at a shaded rock formation where not a single sunbather could be seen.
*****
"Okay, strip."
After leaving our floaties and moving into the shade, I was ordered in a voice that sounded like a drill sergeant's. Except this "superior officer" was wearing a pink halterneck bikini with frills—and she was incredibly tiny.
"Why are you stroking my hair like that...?" Misaki pouted adorably as I tousled her hair affectionately. I retaliated with a playful chop to her belly. It actually stung a little.
"Are you... okay with this?"
Kotaro looked around. The rock formation was perfectly shaped, surrounding three sides of the secluded area that faced away from the sea. Above, the cliff dropped steeply. It was exactly the kind of place local couples would use, but he still felt self-conscious about being seen.
"What's the matter? Just pull down your trunks. Come on, hurry up!"
"Hey, wha—?!"
Misaki grinned mischievously, grabbed Kotaro's trunks, and without hesitation, pulled them down. His thick, erect cock slapped forcefully against his lower abdomen.
"Ugh... T-too excited, aren't I...?"
"...After all the dirty things we did on the way here, what are you complaining about...?"
Taking advantage of their solitude, Misaki had been stroking Kotaro's clothed cock the whole way to the shaded rock. Once he was hard, she gripped the underside firmly and rubbed it tenderly. How could he not be aroused?
"Mmm, you're right about that."
With a soft chuckle, Misaki smoothly dropped to her knees. Her sweet, syrupy gaze sent shivers down my spine. As if swearing fealty to my sturdy manhood, she pressed her lips to the underside of my shaft, kissing the ridge.
"Ugh..."
A tingling, almost electric pleasure spread through me. Misaki's cat-like eyes narrowed into slits of delight.
"Mmm... Kotaro's penis... I'm going to devour it."
She whispered in a childlike voice, her warm, moist breath caressing my glans. I felt the humid air seep into the underside of my shaft.
"Mmm, smooch, smooch, slurp, mmm..."
Pinching the glans between her fingers, she slid her lips down the underside like she was devouring the last skewer of grilled chicken. She sucked hungrily, making soft smacking sounds, her small tongue swirling and stroking me.
"Mmmfuu... Kotaro's penis is so salty. And this one here...?"
Misaki was in such a high-spirited, flirtatious mood, she looked almost drunk. With her fingers still propping up my erect cock, she took my scrotum into her mouth with a wet pop.
"Mmmfuuu... smack, mmm, fuuu, mmmfuu..."
She gently rolled my testicles around in her mouth, like she was coaxing them to produce more sperm.
"U... Oh... Wait, Misaki-senpai...!"
As she took the other testicle into her mouth, her hands began crawling up my shaft. Her right palm slowly stroked the glans, while her left hand gently milked the shaft with a ring of fingers. I felt like I might collapse, and without thinking, I grabbed Misaki's head.
"Mmmfuuu... pop. Mmm, Kotaro's balls are a little salty too."
Her comments came with a delay. The shaft and scrotum, now coated in Misaki-senpai's saliva, glistened. The way she called them "Tama-tama" was so cute I nearly melted inside.
"Misaki-senpai... you're truly so erotic."
"Mm... Of course, I study every day, but more than that... it's fun to experiment. Like, 'Oh, Kotaro likes it when I do this,' or 'His reaction is a little different from yesterday. Should I try this instead...? Ah, that worked well.'"
"Ah... I understand... that..."
When I caress Misaki, I feel the same way... I thought as I replied, but Misaki seemed half-present, enthusiastically licking the underside of my shaft.
"Misaki-senpai... I want you to take it in your mouth soon..."
"Hmm? What should I do...? Ah..."
Unable to bear it any longer, I gently tugged Misaki's small head closer. The swollen, crimson glans pressed softly against her thin lips. She gazed up at me, then at the shaft, before slowly parting her lips.
"O... oh..."
Slurp... The glans slid into her warm, moist mouth. Her inner thighs trembled violently, and her toes curled into the sand.
"Mmmfuuu..."
Misaki peeked at Kotaro's expression through her lashes, her cheeks stretching taut around the glans. She licked the submerged portion languidly, slurping the pre-cum that dripped out with audible glup, glups, as if savoring a delicacy.
"Senior Misaki... I'm going to start moving now."
As I whispered, Misaki gazed at me with dreamy eyes, responding by flicking the glans with the tip of her tongue.
With her face firmly held in place, I began to move my hips slowly back and forth.
"Mmm, nchuu, juru, nfuuu... Mmm, nfuuuu..."
My legs are going to give out...! I scream inwardly.
When Misaki takes my penis into her mouth, she accepts it softly and serves me thoroughly. But when I try to pull out, she clings to me with all her might, coaxing me with her licking to make it even better. Every time I thrust in, she licks the shaft with single-minded devotion. When I try to withdraw, she stretches her lower lip taut, showing me her O-shaped mouth. My senses—sight, sound, touch—are flooded with Misaki.
"Guh, ugh... Just a moment... Wait, uah...?!"
When I stop moving my hips, Misaki starts bobbing her head up and down. When I try to escape, she gently holds my waist.
"Mmm, juru, nmm, mmm, nmm, nmm, nfuu, nmm, nfuuuu..."
Her cat-like eyes, narrowed into mischievous crescents, fixed me with an almost lewd gaze. It was such an indecent look. I wondered where the usual composed yet charming Misaki-senpai had gone.
"Misaki-senpai... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come..."
As I pleaded, my brows furrowing earnestly, Misaki's eyes crinkled into a smug smile, her expression radiating genuine delight at my impending pleasure.
"Mmm... slurp... mmph... mmf..."
"Huh? Wait, Misaki-senpai...?!"
Just as she pulled her lips away from my throbbing shaft, Misaki grinned mischievously. Her left hand began stroking my scrotum while her right hand started working my shaft with deliberate force. Unlike before, her fingers were now purposeful, clearly intent on driving me to climax.
"Mmmf... I want to see how thick Kotaro's sperm is. C'mon, c'mon—cum, cum!"
She looked up, placing the swollen glans on her small tongue and swaying it side to side with a wet slurp. She kissed the glans provocatively, chup, chup. She was unbearably cute. So erotic. It felt so good.
"Ugh, ah, uahhh...!"
Even if I tried to speak, my thoughts were muddled, and all that escaped from the depths of my throat were gasping praises of "Misaki, you're so cute."
Misaki's slender fingers gripped my saliva-covered shaft, stroking it with wet schlicks. My hips bucked, trembled, and thrashed. Before the delicate face of my little lover, my shaft violently swelled and tightened.
"Misaki-senpai! I'm gonna come! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming...!"
I whispered hoarsely, pleadingly, gritting my teeth.
"Hyaah?! Uwah, hauh, wahh, unnn...!"
After being thoroughly stimulated by her mouth and fingers, a massive spurt of thick, white semen erupted from my cock. It was so dense, I wondered if she'd forgotten she'd already come inside me. The fluid gushed out forcefully—gush, gush, gush—dirtying Misaki's face.
"Kotaro's... so good... mmph..."
Misaki quickly closed one eye, then both, her brows furrowing in a troubled expression. Semen splattered across her beautiful nose, mouth, chin, forehead, bangs—everywhere. Even as the pulsating contractions of his orgasm continued, her slender fingers kept moving, stroking his shaft and caressing his scrotum. When Kotaro finally raised his head, overwhelmed by the pleasure, he suddenly remembered they were outside.
"...Huff... huff... huff... haaaaah... Misaki-senpai... This isn't... safe, is it?"
As the sound of the waves finally reached his ears, he addressed his lover, who stood before him in a state of utter disaster.
"Mmm... Wow, Kotaro... mmph..."
Slick with thick white semen, Misaki couldn't even open her eyes. She looked like someone had smacked her in the face with a pie.
"Let's wash up first," I called out, leading Misaki to the water's edge.
"Habubub... puh, haa, haa... nmm..."
"Ugh?!"
I was about to wash my lower abdomen with seawater when Misaki, having just washed her face, suddenly latched onto me.
"Nchuu, juruu, lero, jururu..."
"Huh? Uh, um... Y-yes, please?"
The adorable, dazed greeting made me chuckle involuntarily.
After that, we took advantage of the secluded shade of the rock, where no one else came, and talked until evening. The first beach we went to together has become a place filled with naughty memories now... I thought, but we had so much fun that I decided to just accept it.
"Mmmfufu... Kotaro, mmmfufufu..."
On the train ride home, Misaki leaned against Kotaro, half-asleep, and murmured adorable, slurred words in her sleep. I struggled to maintain a straight face, trying not to look suspicious to the other passengers while my expression threatened to melt into a puddle.