Charles Patricius

Rita wasn't the only one shocked by Nao's ability to hold back. Frankly, he'd barely managed even while thinking she was separating them moments before. Matters would only get worse moments later. Aihara Nao had been given a lot of titles in his lifetime. He'd been the employee, the pervert, the manager, and the klutz. He'd become the job-hopper, the cursed boy and the man with a dick as his fate string. Never had he been deemed the survivor. Would today finally be the day? No. When she rose this time, the friction of that simple movement was more than enough. Lifted legs extended and retracted as Nao's feet failed to find traction against the wet tile floor. Flailing arms that aimed to grab at anything they could landed at least his left hand on Rita's bosom, and Rita's entrance... became something closer to an irrigation canal. He didn't even make it to the exit a second time. From just the rise, Nao was wailing and spewing, flailing and gurgling with hips that only knew the direction 'forward'.

Something else that only knew one direction, was Kakihara Shota. He, too, pushed onward relentlessly for very different reasons. A kiss would surely seal the deal, he thought. After all, he was so very talented when it came to kissing women, it was virtually impossible for them to be in any other kind of mood when he finished! Surely Mitsuki was ready and raring to reward him for her existing state of ecstasy. Alas, that exchange wasn't what she meant when saying they'd yet to even kiss. Shota knew as much. Did it matter? No; not to him. "But you're in the mood now, right? Besides, get a look at what you did," he said, glancing down at their touching loins. "Not just anybody gets this kind of reaction, you know? I even did half the work already. Shouldn't you want to get your reward?" he asked afterwards. All the while, that hand on Mitsuki's head had climbed higher still, to the top of her crown. A bit of applied pressure was present, as if to goad Mitsuki into lowering herself in the following moments.

Rita was rewarded indeed. By the time she tried to rise again the lad was spilling himself into her canal. She grinned at his reaction his body shifting, a hand on her chest and his hips still moving forward. Since it seemed he wanted to be forward, she'd make a few allowances and settle back into place in a kind of swift way, stimulating herself to a clenching in the process. "Oh? That's a good reaction. Nice job, Aihara-kun~" Rita chanted, as she leaned forward and planted her lips against his forehead intending to grant him a bit of comfort. She'd give the lad a moment or two of recovery before extricating herself, not even seeming to mind the premature nature of his ejaculation. Actually, she was satisfied knowing she might be the cause of such a thing. Instead of worrying too much about it, when they could finally separate, she'd get up and aim to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer. "Also don't worry about it. You're young, we can always go again while these are drying. You have to wait for your clothes anyway~" Rita claimed as if nothing at all were amiss. All the while she wouldn't be trying to hide the plumpness of her rear from him as she moved clothes one bending motion to another from washing machine to dryer. Once everything was all set a quick dry would be all that was needed to make sure everything inside became dry.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was learning exactly how much logic could be twisted to suit someone's needs. She might have thought the moment fairly passionate, but the lad she was with still managed to turn it back to what he wanted. She wasn't innately an unfair individual, but it was likely a weird jump to make. Ah well, she wasn't allowed to ponder his sentences to completion. "I mean yeah I'm in the mood..." she claimed softly, but how to explain that being in the mood for sex didn't mean being in the mood to put something gross into your mouth just to end up not having sex? Still she couldn't get to voice that properly. No a compliment was slipped in there somewhere so she could feel satisfied by the idea that she'd had something to do with his developing boner. And she was still Japanese enough to not leave someone hanging even if it basically meant putting herself off. She supposed she could only hope this lad was actually as skilled as he claimed. Even though it seemed counter productive to be the reason it'd be stopping without getting actual sex out of the situation which seemed like what he was offering at the start, his claim of a reward still hit her ears weird. 'Do guys really think semen is a reward, do they have any idea what it tastes like?' she wondered briefly. Still that hand at the back of her head had moved to the crown and seemed to be pushing her down a bit. "I mean I don't see it as a reward, but since I helped create it I guess I can help with it," she mentioned as she began to lower. "Still, just let me know when it's almost there... I really don't like it in my mouth," she said expecting her singular boundary in this to be respected, especially since she was making a concession here and now and lowering herself to take his cock into her mouth without any guarantee of this not ending in a long wait or a restart or something like that. This wasn't at all in her mind when she thought about sex with this man.

In the wake of a very premature ejaculation, Rita didn't seem displeased at all. Shouldn't she have been? Nao didn't understand that reaction. He figured it could only be a negative to be the first at his rope's end, offering her no release and only a few short minutes of penetration ─ with very little friction to boot. The inner workings of Rita's mental and emotional states were a mystery to him. He'd been prepared to mention how that didn't always happen, but what was the point now? Rita was already talking about how they could go another round while the clothes dried anyway, even placing a comforting, almost motherly peck on his forehead before she did. Stunned once more, Nao slowly rose into a seated position. His erection was gradually losing firmness... until he turned to see Rita bending over the washing machine. The longer he watched that happen, the more his dick felt like a seasoned warrior gaining a second wind on the battlefield. Rise, rise, the warrior thought as firmness was regained one throb after another. Nao even felt like a man possessed, rising carefully from that slippery floor and inching his way toward Rita. He was silent, but not intentionally. There were a few squeaks of his bare feet against the tiles, and eventually... there were two hands closing in on something they could never dream of grasping all of: Rita's backside. With hopeless ambition, he grasped, fingers sinking deep into impossibly soft flesh as his cock stood at attention to... finish the battle, so to speak.

All the while, Shota was still making that very important push toward satisfaction. Mitsuki wasn't making things easy, nor was she making them hard... Well, unless his cock was the topic of conversation. She was in the mood, so surely there was no room for argument. Any woman Shota held under his scrutiny should be pleased by the chance to service a member as great as his. Alas, she claimed it wasn't something she saw as a reward. She'd learn in time. "That's 'cause your standards are low. Be honest; you've never seen one like mine right?" he asked as the pink-haired lass lowered. Once she was in position, he ensured one more picture had her face and his cock in frame, all to keep a continuous story forming through the shots before a full video recording began. All Mitsuki wanted was a warning of his impending ejaculation, as she didn't like having spunk in her mouth. Even Shota would call that fair... for the moment. "That's alright, Chigucchi. I'll let you know. Just make sure you let me know what to do when that happens, 'kay? We can keep this a good show♥~"

Rita supposed her line of thought might have been something that couldn't be interpreted properly. She wasn't upset about this situation for several reasons. Her own experience and understanding said several things about youth and potential recovery. Her understanding of men, in general meant she knew he'd try again if only to save face, but beyond that something simply felt right about that initial action. She wasn't upset with the outcome but instead was simply satisfied that she'd once again managed what she'd considered a conquering. Of course, as she switched the load from washer to dryer the lad was left with the sight of her backside and in accordance with that seemed to be mesmerized. She'd heard him moving but figured the shuffle might have been for the sake of decency or something like that... so imagine her surprise when she found herself grasped instead. "Eeep!~" A little squeal left her but she relaxed immediately. "Oh? Up for round two already.... I figured you would be~" she stated teasingly. She still shifted her back side as she closed that dryer door and went about the settings function. She pondered over whether the lad deserved a warning about the nature of being behind her, and decided... she should let him experience it for himself. So she'd simply arch her spine and allow him the necessary access to slide inside.

While one instance was restarting another was just starting in earnest. Mitsuki was managing expectations by saying what she needed to, still the lad with her thought to convince her that her standards were simply low and that's why she didn't show immediate interest in doing what was asked of hers. "I think my standards are normal, but I haven't seen one like this before... it is how we even got here," she said with the here in general meaning, naked in her hotel bathroom with the intention of having sex. Obviously this didn't seem like the sort of thing that wouldn't just be a lot of work for her regardless, but maybe she was wrong in thinking that way... she'd have time to mull it over at least. As she dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor, she found herself eye to eye with Shota's cock. From this angle it did look quite large and she supposed she'd never had one line up against the side of her face this way before. Before she place it in her mouth she gave it a casual lick. As expected she tasted her own fluids and mostly skin so she supposed it was fine and opened her mouth a bit. "I mean I don't usually say stuff like that... it was kind of the point of me telling you ahead of time. But if it helps you out I can try..." she said. She knew some people had different things that helped them reach the moment. Perhaps he was simply one of those who liked hearing something specific, while that wasn't usually her own way, she would try to oblige him a bit. Given this she allowed her mouth to close around his cock and began moving her tongue around a bit while her mouth filled with saliva to get it wet.

Nao didn't realize he'd managed to sneak up on the woman, figuring that presentation of her rear had to be something done on purpose. It couldn't have been that appealing by virtue of its own existence, right? Wrong. Regardless of his initial thoughts, Rita's ass was so spectacular that it forced him to act without any effort on her end. He thought he'd already seen the best of them so many times over by now, yet still surprises were in wait at every turn. Confidence leaked from Rita as she acknowledged his readiness for round two, and with a few more shifts to start the dryer load came the intentional presentation of her rear. Even though the second spurt was meant to be more difficult to achieve, Nao felt like he could explode from the sight alone. "I'll uh... try to survive this one," he stated. Nao gulped audibly and tried to steady himself for the dangers ahead. Whether that worked or not, he'd still be moving forward until entry was achieved again. Taking things slowly proved quite... different. Nao didn't previously have the chance to realize what a harrowing undertaking this would be, but consciously feeling every inch of Rita as he moved forward made him believe round two would be closer to a normal round one. . .

As if Shota needed more reason to grin, Mitsuki confirmed that his was a member like she'd never seen before. Of course it was! If he wanted to, he could probably go out to become a world-famous porn actor. Instead, he decided to live the playboy lifestyle and... break a thousand bitches, as he and his loyalists would put it. "It's how we'll get you seeing stars too~" Shota declared as he captured that initial lick on video. She claimed the words he wanted to hear were beyond the norm for her. Regardless, she seemed willing if such a thing would help him out. If that was what she needed to think for the sake of advancing, he'd let her think it all she liked. "Of course it helps. A few little words can make the whole thing better♥~" he insisted. When Mitsuki went on to wet the tip of his cock with her lips around it, he moved that hand away from her head. It was necessary to keep a clear view with his camera, after all; this clip would be one of the more important ones for his coming plans.

It would seem that progress was being made again. Whatever thoughts Nao entertained about starting up with Rita the second time, she would more than welcome it. Even if he'd made an approach that was sneaky. She found his desire to be something worth having, given her previous experiences before her most recent one. This young man fit her general standards and seemed to be in the need of a bit of care she could provide as well. There were only gains being made here, so they would move forward. Hands were sinking into her rear flesh and the lad was aligning himself. He claimed he'd try surviving better this time. "Hai, do your best~" she encouraged the lad, and even let him take the lad at least on the initial push forward. A sigh left the woman as a great deal of relief happened. It was a great push and her body throbbed inside as that first dive was taken and after it reached the climax another sigh escaped her, "Wheew, that's quite the relief, are you ready..." she paused and leaned forward on the dryer for a bit of extra support. "For me to start moving?" she asked while looking back at the lad and performing a wiggle of her hips which would move him about a bit in her canal before slamming their skin together once more.

In the moments that Shota would find himself on the receiving end of a blow job he clamed that his 'extraordinary' cock would be the reason the lass was seeing stars later. She wondered if this was truly going to be that sort of experience. It did seem quite big, but such things were still supposed to fit together as she understood life. Of course, she planned to find out but that wasn't a problem for now. No, instead she was pointing out how odd it would be to say those words he obviously wanted to hear, all the while she was beginning to suck his cock. Her mouth wrapped around the front of it, and then she began moving her tongue and lips. He'd removed his hand from the top of her head and was apparently still taking pictures. She thought this was an odd thing to do, but wouldn't comment, maybe he was really hard up for things to look at in a later situation? She wouldn't question him too much on it. She started to suck a bit more, applying pressure with her cheeks and taking him in a bit deeper. She looked up at him, wondering if she was doing okay but her face was red and her eyes were a bit gleaming. 'I guess I could say something... I should probably decide what before we get there, and prepare my heart...' she thought absently.

Nao could do nothing but his best. The throbbing from Rita's end resulted in a sort of cock massage that easily squeezed from his urethra the residue of session one. As if it wasn't strange enough to feel his own previous deposit on the way back through Rita's entrance, he could feel that bit of remaining semen being worked out. Well, he could take solace in the fact that a whole new expulsion wasn't being forced already. Nao couldn't tell if it would be better to slow his pace and reserve friction with this woman, or to keep high impact and avoid the focused feeling of her walls. He probably wouldn't be helped by either, and... perhaps this was even a bit too soon after the previous round? Sensitivity was quite high in his glans presently. "Hnn!" he grunted while getting settled. Just then, Rita leaned against the dryer and asked if he was ready... for her movements. Nao had a sense of foreboding earlier, and it was now back with a great vengeance. Something about the idea of her moving that colossal rump against him felt... deadly. Just as before, Nao felt he'd barely survived entry ─ albeit for different reasons this time. "Am I... no? Can I say no?" he heaved nervously.

An act of service was just what Shota needed after the previous day. Mitsuki didn't bring the skillful approach that Sakura did, but there was a willingness and perceived subservience he only found in the more 'conventional' girls like Mitsuki. With a pair of soft lips wrapped around his member, Shota had nothing to complain about presently. With a good angle of her face as she looked up at him, he was even more pleased. That blush complimented her pink hair and made her an incredible target for the type of video he was shooting. He couldn't wait to add a healthy splash of white to that red. In fact, the excitement brought about by Shota's thought process had his hips thrusting gently. It was during those movements that he decided to angle himself a bit, all for the sake of pressing her cheek from within to show the ensuing bulge to the camera. "Good girl, Chigucchi. I like the look in your eye. You like how it tastes?" he asked smugly.

Nao had embarked upon a new journey and found himself feeling things, the swifter previous entry didn't allow. While he dealt with the outcomes of that particular situation shift, Rita found herself in the mood to tease. Though not a 'naturally flirty' individual, there were times in which she felt the desire to push a button or two. Nao had quite a few obvious ones and she was only made a bit predatory when he admitted to them. When she'd asked if he was ready for her movements, first came an unintelligible utterance and then came an honest and candid response. He thought he wasn't ready yet, he wondered if he could say no. Still that sense of foreboding he felt, was exactly opposite to the excitement Rita felt as she responded to his nervous utterance. "Aihara-kun, you can... say no but," Rita paused considering her own words for just a second. "That just makes me want to do it more~" she mentioned teasingly. A gentle shift of her hips would put space between his glans and the entrance to her womb and then leave him with the sensation of withdrawing as she moved her own hips forward. A second later she'd be bouncing back, gently against him... as if testing the waters. Still a rather devious grin appeared on her face, as if she thought this would encourage him one way or another.

Meanwhile, a different kind of encouragement was offered. as Mitsuki worked over the cock in her mouth she processed the look on Shota's face. He seemed pleased enough and that was fine, though maybe it wasn't quite what she expected. At the very least, he didn't seem dissatisfied with the service, though it was quite odd that he was still taking pictures of her while she performed this act. Again, she had to assume he simply enjoyed the visual more that way... maybe he was one of those 'only really into 2D girls types' this was a convention after all. Still something would occur that would make her brows furrow and her seem a bit huffy. As encouragement was offered, she was called a good girl. His dick was moving according to his hips, bulging against her cheek for a moment from the inside. That wasn't all that odd and it wasn't a sensation she disliked but something about his statement, 'Is he being condescending? It kinda feels like he's talking down to me...' she thought. Though maybe he was one of those it did seem about right given his pushy behavior and all that he might have preferred to speak in a way that made him feel bigger than someone else. He also asked if she liked how it tasted, what was almost a weird question too, like most of what she could taste were her own juices and saliva. As she gave her jaw a moment of rest, she'd lap at his cock with her tongue and respond. "I don't hate it." she claimed, she figured that'd be fair enough, it was about all she could manage to say about it, before it went back into her mouth once more. Whatever his extra plans were... she'd not figured them out... but she was sure she may not have liked the way he spoke to her.

For a moment, Nao had the audacity to believe he'd be given a break. He really wasn't ready for Rita's movements ─ neither physically, mentally nor spiritually. He wasn't inexperienced by any means, but this was too much. Just when Rita agreed that he could say no to her question, an added 'but' tore away his every hope and dream of survival. "There's always a but..." he sighed. Ready or not, Nao had no choice but to steel himself for the greatest battle of his life. The initial movement was a strain only to his cock, which only had that moist friction to deal with. Bad as that was, his sense of foreboding was for something different ─ something worse to come. That bounce back from Rita was such a simple movement; it shouldn't have been a big deal at all. Alas, whether because she was strong or because her ass carried such stature, Nao's smaller frame was endangered by the impact against his pelvis. He had to firm his grip to avoid falling back, but that wouldn't be enough either. A quick scramble had him stumbling forward. Luckily enough, Rita's washing machine was the top-loading sort. As it was left open from her earlier efforts, he was able to reach forward and grasp the open device by the top of its barrel. So long as he held on to that, maybe he could fend off that ridiculous backpedaling. Regardless, he had to take responsibility and contribute something. His hips had been launched back just enough to put more space between his glans and Rita's cervix, so a push from his legs and a pull from that arm allowed him a decently forceful thrust back to his original position.

What of Mitsuki and her dealings with Shota? It seemed she was still being receptive enough to his advances, if just barely by Shota's own approximation. That would also be fine. Her response to the taste of his cock was just barely on the positive side of things. What was it with these women lately? Much like Sakura before, it seemed this one was going to require a bit more training. Shota would surely have them both broken down to an appropriately slutty level, even if they took a bit more effort than he was used to. "That's a good start. It'd be way sexier if you gave it a little more oomph next time," he suggested. Alas, there was hardly time for that now. Shota could feel his sack compressing and his shaft throbbing. The tingle he experienced was suitable warning that continuing this act would be a short-lived thing. "Oh! Right on time; I've got that prize ready for you, Chigucchi! You ready for the daddy Shota special cum bath? I hear it's all the rage♥~"

There was indeed always a but. "In this case, there is a butt!~" Rtia laughed at her own statement but still continued that movement of hers. It was the kind of move she preferred and the backpedaling seemed to encourage Nao to be a bit more forward. Though he wobbled initially, his hand found a the washing machine and in addition the other stayed clamped to her hips. It would be with this motion in mind that they began to move in earnest. A gentle exodus and and push forward with a nice rhythm and the gentle slap of skin. All of it seemed to help Rita along as well, her insides twitching from the extra force and moving towards a proper orgasm. "Ahhh♥!~ That's the good stuff, keep it up~" she encouraged the lad as she began to take a fuller advantage of his grounded tool to back herself into him over and over again. Meeting his thrusts with equal power and enjoying every second of it. Her insides were getting thoroughly slicker as she built up to an orgasm. As long as Nao lasted a few more minutes, she was sure they could both have a really great time, in this instance.

Speaking of two people having a really great time, it didn't seem to be progressing that way for Mitsuki and Shota. The latter didn't seem to like the more neutral response she gave to his question, but she also couldn't think of a better way to answer it in the moment. He claimed something with more oomph would have been sexier but how did one answer a yes or no question with more oomph? Beyond that there was something odd about his word choice there as well... she wasn't sure what it was, but maybe he was simply expecting something different? Whatever the case, it seemed he was at least reasonable enough to give her the warning she'd asked for. A moment later she'd be dragging her tongue away from his cock and placing some space between them so that he could finish as he wanted without her mouth being the receptacle. It would be as that last tongue stroke was delivered that she found herself staring at the lad in pure confusion. What came out of his mouth was probably one of the most porn influenced speeches she'd ever heard. Beyond that he had the audacity to say it with a straight face. Her brows furrowed as she tried to process that entire sentence down to something he'd called a 'response with more oomph, about an act which seemed to imply that he wanted to taint her recently cleaned skin with his semen. 'Wait he can't mean to finish on me after I just got out of the shower right? Also did he really call himself daddy? Does he expect me to, I don't think I could... no, definitely not. Not when Shota normally means boy that is just weird!' In her mind none of that made sense, so she'd simply respond the only way she knew how, "H-hai!" she figured she was about to be cleaning what ever part of her body he aimed for again... with that in mind she hoped experiencing his cock was truly as much of a life-changing experience as he talked it up to being.