Shokugeki no Soma - Cucking Soma Yukihira (Reader x Ikumi Mito)

Summary: Following Erina Nakiri, your next target was Ikumi Mito. Already, she was in your back pocket due to some struggles with her business. Not only do you receive a titjob from her, but on the beach, you get to directly compare yourself to her old crush, Soma Yukihira. Suffice to say, he does not stack up to you. Not even close, and Ikumi lets you know that.

Themes: Titjob, Blowjob, Beach, NTR, Bigger Dick

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Ikumi Mito, the tanned busty bitch who specialized in meat. Sexy and stubborn, after her time in Totsuki Academy, she was busy making business moves. She, Yuki Yushino, and Etsuya Eizan made a joint meat distribution business with many of the former Polaris residents having signed on as culinary advisors. It would be a slow process but eventually she would make her name throughout Japan. 

You were somebody wielding influence eclipsing even Mana Nakiri, the Bookmaster of the World Gourmet Organization, although nobody knew it. Erina Nakiri and Megumi Tadokoro, both world-class, influential chefs in their own right, were in your back-pockets. Your whores as you so unequivocally called them. Courage and Decora, first-class bookmen directly under Mana Nakiri, also bent at the sight of your cock. Even their student Anne served your whims when you commanded it. None of them knew they were connected through a secret network of yours–a web made of your cum and their juices.

Any one of them could raise or destroy a restaurant, regardless of its Michelin stars. They could prop up a business in any part of the food sector. And they didn’t know it but they all served you. Meaning, if you wanted something to be done, you’d give them a creampie and they’d make it happen. Simple as that.

“So…enjoying yourself?”

Hearing your remark, Ikumi Mito snorted. Everybody knew how massive her tits were. They were literally larger than her head and she had no qualms in wearing skimpy outfits to display their size. Anyone hot-blooded individual would want to get their hands on those melons. 

The wet slopping noise of her boobs around your cock was like music. Everytime she brought them up and down, covering your length entirely. Ikumi held her flesh mounds and squeezed your cock between them. Her tits were, again, massive–enough to completely submerge your cock in her pillowy embrace. Your tip peaked out from between her mammaries and sometimes poked her chin when she brought them up but otherwise you were in heaven.

You let out a low groan and said, “Good, good. Keep it up.” You put a hand on her head, fingers through her golden strings. On the couch, casually flexing an air of domination, Ikumi could do nothing except service like a common worth. Her tanned complexion was pleasant to see as it hugged your cock. Smirking, you said, “I guess they call you the Meat General for a reason.”

Ikumi smirked. “Yeah, there is. Watch this.” In a move so fast it was nearly a blur, she brought out a bottle of lube, squirted it between her tits, and then began smothering your cock all over again but this time with much more flexibility. She was using her tits as if they were literal pillows, molding them around the girth of your cock, focusing on particular regions. She wasn’t just good, she was great. Your fingers tightly gripped her head.

Your hips bucked. Your cock twitched and lurched desperately. For a moment, Ikumi stopped as the tip of your cock once again escaped the mountain climb that was her cleavage.

“Holy shit, your cock is…” Ikumi trailed off, swallowing, eyes staring at the glans poking out. You exhaled, taking the time to recover, and could tell what she was thinking.

“Bigger than your Soma's?"

“Yes,” she responded immediately, before realizing what she said. “H-huh? N-no! Don’t be stupid. Soma is…he’s…”

She bit her bottom lip. You already knew the truth, however. You had seen it from the moment she saw your cock. You were much bigger than the redhead, it wasn’t even close. In fact, it was such a vast disparity it gave Ikumi pause, like right now. 

Ikumi and Soma had slept together once, according to Megumi. It was an accident formed from alcohol and desperation but it did indeed happen. Soma didn’t recall much of it but Ikumi allegedly did. She crushed on Soma hard and confided in Megumi on whether or not she should further their relationship. Perhaps tell Soma about her feelings. Unfortunately, whatever advice Megumi gave would be for naught as Soma skipped town without a word.

His actions left her confused and wanting. She knew Soma didn’t skip town because of the sex–he did it because he was a stupid, overeager chef and he couldn’t sit still. Even so, there was a bad taste in her mouth after the whole ordeal. That was probably why her titjob was top-notch. She was planning to impress tiny-dick Soma Yukihira with it.

But her love life wasn’t the only thing she was struggling with. Her meat venture was declining. Sure, she had friends in high places but her company was slowly getting overtaken by a rival company from outside Japan. 

You, however, had connections. You could hit up the W.G.O and ask them to sponsor her. You told Ikumi as much and she offered to give her services as payment.

A titjob.

It was an opportunity you did not want to miss.

“I’m cumming!” You announced with a low grunt. Ikumi’s eyes went wide as you fired off a second too late. White pearly strings shooting her chin, tainting her dark complexion. Ikumi quickly went to suck on your tip, drinking down your sperm. You throbbed and throbbed while she sucked and sucked. 

You swore under your breath as your balls emptied themselves. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were tempted to jerk your cock into your throat. You decided not to after realizing you only had a few weak spurts left.

Your cock plopped out of her mouth, twitching and spasming as it softened and retreated into her cleavage. Some of your spunk spilled onto her tits and made a mess. Ikumi looked up at you, eyes dazed and clouded in arousal, the bridge of her mouth dripping with your seed. 

“Is this…” Ikumi swallowed it. “...good enough for Rindo Kobayashi’s help? You said you knew her?"

You licked your lips and said, "I do." 

Right now, however, the red bombshell was the furthest thing from your mind. Ikumi Mito, the big-titty dark-skinned meat chef, was sitting in front of you naked from the waist up, heavy knockers seemingly carrying your cum. Again, you licked your lips. You were going to rip those tiny military shorts off of her and fuck her silly. 

Ikumi Mito was yours, after all.

***

The beach was a wonderful place to relax. Soft sand comforting the feet, a breeze coming from the oceanside, and weather that remained stagnant. For Ikumi Mito, it was a wonderful place to conduct business. Her specialty in meat excelled in particular environments. One of those environments was, of course, the beach. She partnered with Tōtsuki Resort and opened up a restaurant on Okinawa Island.

Alas, things weren't going so well. The beach itself overestimated how many people came to visit, thus establishing them with low rates of sales.

Ikumi didn't give up, however. She knew that if people wouldn't come to the beach, then she would convince them with food. She would have customers lining up for a sliver of the barbeque.

That too didn't go so well. People weren't that obsessed with barbecue, especially when it could be made by a five-star chef like Rindo Kobayashi. That left Ikumi in a predicament that she could not escape from

She turned to you.

Okinawa BBQ was set on a portion of the beach overlooking the absolute best views. Each table was offered an umbrella and two chairs.

You sat at one of these tables, sipping a glass of lemonade. Through a pair of thick black sunglasses, you looked over to your little servant.

Big tìts held back a green military bra, a tanned complexion, a smooth stomach, wide hips and a thicc booty hidden underneath a pink skirt, and you got Ikumi Mito. Her cheeks went slightly red as she felt your gaze and she swiftly turned around, carrying a mug and a plate on her way. She humphed and went to wash the plates and mug too.

‘Her restaurant is in such a dire state that Ikumi herself is serving. No profit means no employees, which means the boss has to do everything, from serving to doing the dishes.’ The smile on your face waned. ‘How sad.’

Ikumi would eventually come back to confront you. In fact, you counted on it, ordering another glass of lemonade in the meantime. He looked over to the beautiful beach in your view. The scent of the ocean alongside the sight of women in tight bikinis was lots of fun.

‘Though in terms of cup size, none come close to Ikumi. She's…what? A G-cup? 35-22-35? What a slutty body.’

Ten minutes later, as the restaurant thinned out, Ikumi jogged over to him. She undid the pink apron, revealing military green bottoms that matched her top. Her sex appeal was off the charts, being accentuated by her massive tits, a narrow waist, wide hips, and short blonde hair that oozed an erotic tomboy personality. To some, she had no discernable flaws. You were inclined to agree with that sentiment.

“Hey! You said Rindo would come soon!” Ikumi leaned forward, hands on her hips, her melons wobbling left and right. If it weren't for your sunglasses, she would have immediately noticed your perversion.

“Don't worry, Rindo will be here. She was in Brazil so I had to book her a flight. She's flying as we speak.” Sip. The lemonade was unexpectedly tangy. “Oh, also, I'm having officers from the WGI come in too. You satisfy their bellies and everything should be smooth sailing.”

“R-really?” Ikumi put her arms under her breasts. “You'd do that for me?”

“We made a deal, didn't we? I intend to make you the Queen of BBQs.” If you were any other man, it would be an exaggeration. It wasn’t. You had your hands in every corner of the gourmet world. Your dick had been in so many important holes that it might as well have been regarded as a delicacy on its own.

“That's…” Her tanned cheeks went red. “Thank you.”

Shy Ikumi was best Ikumi. She was like a whole new person.

So seeing her go from a soft blush to beet red was also amazing.

“Nikumi!”

Ikumi froze in place. That voice, those hurried steps…she whipped her head and saw Soma Yukihira, her crush. The redhead that started it all for her wearing a cool smile and blue-white swim trunks.

Ikumi looked back to you, whispering, “D-did you set this up?”

“How and why would I do that? I'm powerful, but I'm not a god and I especially don't have control over the legendary Soma Yukihira.”

Although you weren't lying, you weren't telling the truth. You didn't invite him here but you were certainly aware of his presence on the island.

The footsteps stopped as Soma entered their space. He flashed Ikumi a charming smile. “Nikumi, hey, long time no see.”

Nikumi—a nickname that combined her name, Ikumi, and the Japanese word Niku, meaning meat. Quite creative, you had to admit. Soma had a penchant for that sort of thing.

“S-Soma,” Ikumi stammered out. “It's, ah, nice to see you.”

She said they had accidentally slept together. Judging by Soma's easy-going smile, he either didn't remember or didn't care. Either or, it must have sucked for the tanned maiden.

"Hey, it's you.” Soma sent you a wave. “Erina's guest guy or whatever. Nice to see you again.”

You remembered Erina's moans, how she secretly sucked your dick in front of Soma and Hisako Arato, and the way she looked over the school as you pounded her doggy-style. A smile crept up.

“You too, man. I hope your journey has been going well?”

Soma rolled his shoulders. “Eh, could be better. Everybody is always so busy.”

“It happens,” you replied.

A beat passed where no one spoke. Ikumi was too shy, Soma was oblivious, and you didn't have anything to say.

That was until a mysterious figure came behind Soma and yanked his swim trunks down.

Soma Yukihira blinked and saw in real time as his penis bounced out to society.

“H-huuuuh?”

Her expression said it all: tinytinytinytiny!

“Soma's penis is tiny!”

Still sitting on your chair, blinking, you were as amused as you were embarrassed for Soma. You caught a glimpse of the figure responsible—a young local prankster no more than sixteen years old. He laughed as he ran off, his little band of friends to the far side joining in on the fun.

Soma was an acorn. You had believed Megumi Tadokoro to be exaggerating but no: the blue-haired woman had done it justice. Excruciatingly tiny balls contained in a scrunched-up sack, a penis that was comprised solely of glans, and absolutely no sense of self-awareness.

Soma stood there for a solid ten seconds, glancing between himself, Ikumi, you, and the kid responsible. “Eh?”

The wind was like the cherry on top. His red hair shifting, his eyes blinking in confusion, and his exposed manhood. It wasn’t that cold, so how could it be that small? Unless this was the extent of his manhood. Unless this was what he showed to Megumi Tadokoro and and in Shokugekis when he was hit by a stripping impulse.

‘It’s better to say he lacks a dick,’ you thought, laughing in your head.

Tiny. Tiny, tiny, tiny. It was tiny and Ikumi knew. No, she had seen it and hadn't grasped Soma's lack of cock meat till now.

The kids had been smart. People were spread out thin across the sandy beach, so Soma managed to keep most of his dignity. Besides Ikumi, three huddled women caught a glimpse of his acorn dick. They laughed, they giggled, they pointed, and they moved on.

“Oh my god, did you see that?”

“I thought he looked kinda hot. Hots can't make up for a tiny dick.”

“Ooh, he does look famous, doesn't he? Should we take pics?”

Despite their giggles and comments, they walked away.

The stunned Ikumi finally ripped her gaze from her crush's meagre cock and yelled at the boy responsible for the prank. “Hey, you! I know you! I remember your face! Don't ever come back here again!”

A fist shaking and her cheeks red, her shouts were shrugged off by the boys. Not only was Ikumi too far away but the boys were simply having too much fun. They drowned in laughter and chanted across the beach.

“Tiny dick, tiny dick~!”

“Don't make fun of him!”

Ikumi was fuming, though past her exterior shell, she was also embarrassed. Her crush had an unsatisfyingly small penis.

Behind her, Soma put his swim trunks back on. He really didn't care, his response amounting to, “Come on, Nikumi, it was just a prank.”

She didn't turn back, unable to look at Soma. She gritted her teeth, her gaze flicking to you as if you had a hand in this. You didn't. This was just a happy coincidence.

“Anyway, I only came here to say hi,” Soma said. At long last, Ikumi turned to face him. Unfortunately, her eyes struggled to stay on his face, often going down to his crotch and the acorn hidden underneath.

“O-only a hi?”

“Yep. There's another resort on the other side of the island. I'm going there to learn something.” Soma attempted to charm her with his usual smile. It didn't work. “See ya!”

Soma ran off after that. You didn't think someone could be more oblivious to a woman's feelings.

Well, after today, he wouldn't have to. You were planning to take Ikumi Mito all for yourself, not just her body but her heart too.

Considering his dense nature and tiny dick, it wasn’t going to be that hard—

“H-hey!” Ikumi turned to you, flushing. “I know you're making fun of Soma!”

You raised a brow. “About what?”

Her cheeks went redder. “You know what!”

You put a fist to her cheek, amused. “Please, educate me.”

“Size isn't everything!” Ikumi yelled. “It isn't! Meat is…meat is supposed to be about quality!”

“Uh-huh.” Your lemonade was empty and your balls ached from her wobbling titties. “The gourmet world is all about new experiences. Like finally sucking a cock that's bigger than your pinky.”

Ikumi was taken aback. “W-what?”

“Let's go.” You stood up and carefully tucked your chair in. “Remember the deal?”

“That's…” Despite her previous constraints, right now, Ikumi seemed ready. Her gaze averted from you but you could feel the coiled up tension and her wet, quivering lips.

You took two steps forward, mounted your hands onto her bootylicious rear, and kissed her. Her ass cheeks were wonderfully soft and thicc, and her lips eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Her G-cup mammaries went up against your chest as Ikumi held onto you like her hero.

“Mm…” Breaking apart, her eyes begged for more—and she knew she would get it.

After all, your trunks were straining from your erection, reaching a size Soma could only dream of. You were lucky the resort and, by extension, the restaurant was thinned out like it was. Otherwise, the public display of affection would have broken a law or two.

The two of you dived in for another quick kiss before breaking apart and going elsewhere. There was a rock to the east of the island where no one went. It would be the perfect place to fuck.

On the way, her arm was around your waist while you were groping her ass. Your fingers didn't play around, incessantly squeezing for that delectably soft flesh.

A thicc, brown ass. In Japan, it was an anomaly. A happy anomaly.

Ikumi bit her lip, though offered no protests or complaints. She loved being manhandled like this. She loved that her body which had been leered at and lusted over by thousands was finally being pleasured. You sensed her appreciation and released her left cheek for a few seconds.

Spank!

Ikumi let out a tiny gasp as your hand returned for a meaty slap. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Your fingers waited for the waves of her ass cheeks to disappear before returning to knead the soft booty cheek.

Ikumi was so glad you were here with her.

“Mmmhh!”

Upon reaching the rock, you pushed Ikumi into a kiss that she did not resist. She was a romantic type and she loved making out and feeling the taste of your saliva. She loved everything about you, from your power to your personality, despite her history with Soma. There was a reason she came to you for help. She trusted you. She thought of you as an authority figure.

“Mwah…” Heavy breathing enused when the kiss went for its break. Ikumi's back was to the rock, her emerald green eyes hazy with lust. Her hand stroked your cock through the fabric, her lips muttering, “Please…”

You pecked her on the cheek and stepped backward. Neither you nor Ikumi could hold off any longer. You dropped your swim trunks and let your erection spring out.

“Ah…” Her reaction? The complete and total opposite to Soma's dick. Where she felt embarrassed, shy, and defensive at the sight of Soma's pathetic manhood, she fully embraced your size and shape. Where she felt hopeless and confused with Soma, she was happy and eager with you, her hand going down to stroke the underside of your shaft.

“So much longer,” Ikumi muttered. Slow stroke after slow stroke, your cock throbbed wildly. It wanted more and Ikumi was happy to feed it whatever was necessary as she dropped to her knees.

“Mwah!” To start off, she gave the tip of your cock a juicy kiss. Whatever its size was, it was certainly leagues ahead of Soma. There was no comparison, your cock was longer, fatter, and much more appealing. Whether it was size or aesthetics, you took the cake and ate it, and she wanted to celebrate that fact.

You clenched your fist as Ikumi parted open your lips. Get ready for—

“Ngh!”

Ikumi Mito was the goddess of meat. It didn't matter how big or small you were, she was able to take you to base.

Her cute green eyes looked up at you, wondering if she was doing okay. “You're doing more than okay,” you said in one large breath. “You're amazing. Keep doing it…!”

She did. Ikumi was loyal to a fault, but when it came to sucking dick, that loyalty was a huge benefit. Her persistence made her keep bobbing her head up and down, up and down. Even when most ladies would consider a break, Ikumi didn't.

Up and down, up and down. All the while never breaking eye contact. All the while always considering your feelings and expressions above everything else.

She specialized in deepthroating and titjobs. Swirling tongue or specific thrusts in the throat, Ikumi did not care for that. She did not commit to it.

She did what she did best—swallowing cock whole.

You could feel the pressure building up inside you as Ikumi's talented throat continued to work its magic. The tightness was insane, more than any pussy you had been inside.

You felt the pressure build up inside of your balls, tightening like a corkscrew, yet Ikumi's eyes never left yours. Her lips were wrapped tightly around your cock, and her throat was working to take in every inch of you.

At the last push, when her lips were at the tip of your cock, her tongue swirling around the head of your dick. A sudden change yet it only made the blowjob more intense.

Your expression twisted. Below you were loyal eyes and loyal tits. It was just so hot. Ikumi, who had once sealed her heart for Soma, was now your personal glory hole.

You tried to hold on for as long as possible, but eventually, it became too much. With a grunt, you grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her down your cock. In that instant, you came hard into her throat. Ikumi had expected this yet still went wide-eyed. You felt the muscles in her neck contract as she swallowed every drop of your cum. It was an intense experience that left you feeling both drained and exhilarated.

Ikumi pulled away from you. Her satisfied smile was slick with your cum. "Did I do okay?" she asked.

With one hand, you slapped your hard cock on her cheek. “You're doing amazing so far, but the job isn't done yet.”

Ikumi licked her lips, gaze infatuated with your rock-hard member. “I know.” She swallowed hard as she moved her head back to stare at your cock. “Mwah!”

One last kiss. She gave one last, loving kiss to her favourite meat in the world.

Your cock went into a frenzy following her kiss and the visual of her turning around, bending over, and spreading her bikini bottoms aside for her sopping wet pussy. Throb, throb, throb. Her eyes, green and lusty, were accompanied by a coy smile. She mouthed, “Do it.”

The reservation, the shyness—all of it was gone. In its place was the Meat General who longed for your cock, who wanted you to show her what Soma was missing.

CLAP!

You didn’t waste time. Your member slipped inside her, eliciting an inaudible gasp, and you slammed into her. “Ah~!” Your hands on her hips, pelvis to her round ass cheeks, cock fully sheathed inside her hole, and her back arching, it was the second picture-perfect view of the day. The day that you conquered Ikumi Mito. The day that your cock was wholly embraced by her tight walls, permanently shaping themselves in its likeness and discarding the old flame that was Soma Yukihira.

Ikumi was gasping for air, the sudden size catching her off-guard. She peered over her shoulder, smiling like a whore, begging you to give her a moment to recuperate.

“P-please…!”

“It’s Soma’s fault for not fucking your hard enough.” Your fingers dug into her sides while your hips withdrew. Her mouth went agape as her deepest, most sensitive zones suddenly felt empty. No, no, no, she wanted it back.

And you would give it back.

“I’m just—”

Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

“—bringing you up—”

Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

—to speed!”

Her expression went full-on crazy. A whore-ish face that caused her tongue to stick out, her eyes to roll back, and her smile to become sheer, undaunted delight. She loved it. She loved her cock. She loved your taunting and your lessons.

“Thaank yoooou~! Oh~! Oohhh~! Mmmph~! Gah~!” Slam! Slam! Slam! Your hips were unrelenting as your cock returned to her juicy cunt again and again without stopping. From an outsider’s perspective, your hips were a blur. Of course they were, this was the smoking hot half-Japanese babe, Ikumi Mito. What man wouldn’t fuck her brains out?

‘Apparently not Soma,’ you thought to yourself.

“Dick! Dick! I love dick!”

You grinned. “Call it cock!”

“Cock,” Ikumi corrected, her voice between a moan and a gasp. “Cock! Cock, cock, cock! Cockcockcockcock~! I love cock! Cock! Keep giving it to meeee~!”

You bet you would.

Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

“Ah~! Ah~! Oooh~! Mmmph! Nnnggggh~!” Ikumi threw her head back and howled. “I’m cumming!”

Her first orgasm of the day—and it was a harsh one. Her knees nearly buckled and she slobbered like an animal in heat. Her body and mind really were built for sex work. Some would say it was a shame she invested her time into cooking. You didn’t. A woman with fun hobbies and fun sex was better than just fun sex alone.

You were lost in your thoughts, your body moving on instincts as you clapped that suntanned ass. Her cunt suddenly clamped down and you were brought back to reality.

“Cuuummming again~!”

“A second orgasm already? Damn, Soma really must have not have fucked you properly.” You leaned forward, body on top of hers, and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry though. After this, you won’t even remember his name.”

Your thrusts became slower due to the position, but the seductive closeness of your voice sent chills down her spine. Ikumi was hot and sexy, but her romanticism was also cute. The blushes, the stammering, and the wobbling tits were each a part of her charm. Together, they made her who she was—Ikumi Mito, the Meat General that hated modesty, loved romance, was an expert in cock sucking, and was a sensitive mess in bed.

“Mmm, these are so fucking soft,” you commented, your hands groping her breasts. All this time, the melons had been bouncing to and fro. The green top containing her G-cups was truly a work of art. A miracle holding up a pair of breasts that thousands of men had salivated over—that wanted it to malfunction and come off.

It never happened, till now.

Now, they were within your grasp. Now, you were able to slip the bikini off and let her tits bounce out.

‘So soft!’ Your fingers seeped into them as if they were pillows. But more importantly, your hands were too small to completely cup them.

“Beautiful,” you muttered, both fucking and groping her. “You’re so beautiful, Ikumi.”

Her face couldn’t have been redder. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her blush mixed with the frenzy of sex as your fingers pinched her nipples and you fucked her. It was a two-pronged assault that she couldn’t handle.

Another orgasm crashed down on her. The third, the fourth, the five, and she counted every single one of them. She wanted you to know that you were bringing her pleasure.

“Ah~! Ah~! God! God, it’s so good!” She was beginning to adapt, her neck twisting as her lips chased after you. You accepted, your bodies and love becoming one. “Your cock…” Ikumi gasped for air after breaking the kiss. Your hands were still fondling her titties and your cock was still pistoning in and out of her. She orgasmed again. “...is the ONLY one for me! Your cock is—nnngh~! Everythiiiing~!”

You smiled, your hands squeezing her pillowy tits one last time, and went upright. Once again, her beautiful form was laid out in front of you. Her bronze ass cheeks glistening in sweat, her pussylips stretching around your cock, and her back arching desperately for your attention. All of it was for you.

You licked your lips. Bent over like this, her head looking over her shoulder, your cock throbbed madly inside her. You wanted more. You wanted to rearrange her insides as if she was your pussy sleeve.

You wanted those tits and that ass for yourself.

Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

You were better than Soma Yukihira.

You didn’t need to prove that fact, it just was. The chain of orgasms Ikumi was experiencing and her inexperience with it told volumes. Soma had barely made her cum once. You were teetering on twenty.

“W-wait! I need—” Gasp, orgasm, and moan. With Ikumi, it was all so simple. “Mmmph! Fuuuck~!”

“What’s wrong?”

Ikumi mewled, her lips pressed together yet drool escaping. “Cumming! Cumming~! CUMMING~!”

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

“Soma's dick was so damn small, I almost thought he came back from an ice-cold swim.” You sighed and suddenly stopped thrusting. Ikumi’s heavy panting filled the air, as did your casual remarks. You said you fucked him once. How was it? Am I better?”

“Haaah…haaahh….mmmm…” Ikumi didn’t speak. Whether she was breathless for it didn’t matter, he wanted an answer. You slowly unsheathed your cock, letting the delectable inches leave her trembling cunt. Every inch caused a gasp and desperation.

“W-wait! Don’t go!”

“Answer my question then,” you said. “What was better? That fated night with Soma or this?”

“Haaah…nnnghh…” Ikumi didn’t look back at you. There was guilt but there was also something else. “I…I just…I don’t…”

Only the tip of your cock remained. Ikumi inhaled and exhaled, gathering her demeanour, and swallowed.

“I'll say it! I'll say it, okay!” Ikumi’s face turned over to you. She was grinning. Her pupils had turned into hearts and a husky breath left her. “Soma'a cock is tiny! Sex with you is so much better!”

You were getting revved up again. Inch by inch, you eased yourself inside her. You didn’t go all out, you waited for her to continue and prodded her with a simple question:

“So much better?”

“Sooo much better!”

There it was. That was all she needed to say.

Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!

You began to thrust into her, each movement causing her to moan loudly. Ikumi had already cum over a dozen times today and you knew she was on the brink of another orgasm. You aimed for twenty-five. You aimed for complete, total domination.

"So, Ikumi," you said with a smirk on your face. "Do you want it inside?”

“I-inside? Gah~! Mmmph!”

You continued pumping into her ass, relishing in the feeling of fullness and power. "A creampie or cumshots on your back. Remember, that was a part of the deal—you get to choose, Ikumi.”

Ikumi's breathing became ragged as she tried to respond but all that came out were gasping noises. Her body was arching up and down with each thrust while trying not to lose control.

"It’s your choice,” you said in a sing-song tone, not letting up on the pace or intensity of your thrusts. Back-shots, back-shots, back-shots. Ikumi was delirious yet still able. She considered her options. She considered the cock pumping in and out of her.

“Mmmph! Ah~! Aaah~! Ahh~! Gghnnnh~!” She gnawed on her lip, thinking through the ecstasy. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for an answer, Ikumi managed to get out a muffled response between gasps of air. “Do it! Inside!”

“Inside? You got it!”

With one final deep thrust, you felt the orgasm you had been building explode. You went balls-deep, pushing all other thoughts aside as your cock emptied itself into Ikumi's waiting womb. Spurt, spurt, spurt! You gave it everything you had and much more. You came as much as you could. You swore you broke a personal record because even Ikumi felt it.

“I looove it~! Keep cumming! Keep cumming!”

Her howls echoed throughout the semi-deserted beach. Her suntanned complexion was mesmerising to watch as the sun’s rays shone on it. Combined with those squished ass cheeks against your pelvis and voila! You had another picture for the books.

Your balls ached as you wrung yourself dry. Sighing, your fingers still latched to her hips, you withdrew. While her cunt was desperate to keep you inside, you needed to leave.

Pop!

You cum and her juices gushed out upon exit. Ikumi let out a whimper, her massive tits wobbling as she vehemently tried to catch her breath.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, smiling. Her quivering hands on the rock, her legs trembling and her thoroughly creampied cunt gushing with your thick seed, there was no way around it.

Ikumi Mito was fucking yours.