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Ken Takakura had a problem.
A small one. Just a little itty bitty one. Everything was perfect in his life except for this one issue.
And that issue was that his live-in girlfriend was extremely fucking hot.
Of course, this wasn’t actually a problem overall. It was one of the things that made living so wonderful to him. Not only was Momo the ideal love of his life spiritually, she was a goddess in physical form and let him worship her body near constantly.
It was that “near” part that made things difficult.
He had been thrilled when their relationship got to the point where they would sleep in the same bed. It was everything he wanted. He just hadn’t thought it through all the way. Momo was a heavy sleeper and, left to her own devices, a chaotic one, moving all around the bed throughout the night like she was being tossed by a tornado. The only way to keep her still at all was to spoon her lovingly throughout it. That seemed like an effective muscle relaxant, keeping her curled up and docile throughout the night.
Unfortunately, it came at the cost of his relaxation.
The routine was the same. He would wrap his arms around her, one under her pillow to avoid going numb, and pull her close. She would then nestle in further, wiggling against him until she was satisfied with their closeness. Then she would drift off to sleep in no time. With her ass pressed against him. Her ass, which had grown quite delightfully plush over the years. Right on his groin. Where his dick was. His achingly hard dick.
And there was no way for him to relieve the pain.
What could he do? He couldn’t extricate from her; she’d be grouchy if he woke her up and she’d likely return to dormant chaos without his secure embrace. He couldn’t use their contact to relieve himself; that would be horrifically wrong. So he just had to lay there, feeling the warm stain at the tip of his boxer briefs grow and eventually turn cold, knowing he’d need to lather his cock extra hard in the shower the next day to remove the sticky mess his butt-induced precum left all over it.
To make matters worse, it was getting easier and easier for him to slip into it as his body associated spooning with arousal. It was a kind of sweet hell, knowing that what awaited him every night was a throbbing erection and inevitable blue balls. But the hell part was really annoying and he wished he could do something about it. Alas, there was no hope.
“G’night, Okarun,” Momo muttered as she settled into his grasp.
“G-good night, Momo,” he whispered, voice strained from the effort of self-restraint.
Her neck turned slightly towards him. “Something up?”
Yes. Something is definitely up right now. “Um, no, why do you ask?”
“You seem a little stressed.”
“Sorry, I, um… just thinking about work tomorrow,” he uttered as sincerely as possible.
“Oh. Well, get some sleep so you’re energized, okay?”
“Okay,” he replied, knowing he wouldn’t.
“G’night,” she said again. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he returned softly.
Silence covered them for a few minutes. Then he felt her shift. Specifically, her hips moved, bringing her ass with them, dragging it hard against his crotch. “Rgh,” he grunted. Bear it, Ken…
Then she did it again. And again. Just a slight amount each time, but torturous nonetheless. “Momo?” he said in a hushed tone.
“Hm?”
“What are you… is everything okay?”
“Uh-huh. Just getting comfy. Why, am I bothering you?”
“N-no,” he told her quickly. “Not at all. Just… concerned for your comfort.”
“I’m super comfy.” Her voice took on a different tone, one he usually heard in a very different context. “Super. Duper. Comfy.”
“Oh. Well. Good, then,” he replied in a tiny voice.
And so he suffered through the delicious friction she gave him. He had endured strain and injury for her. He would endure everything for her. But this was more difficult than anything he’d experienced by far.
And secretly, Momo knew exactly what was happening.
She grinned deviously to herself as she heard him struggle to keep his breathing regular. She’d felt his hard bar press against her each night since a while ago. It had filled her with surprise when the touch first registered, but that quickly turned to a sense of flattery as she realized even just this gentle contact with her was enough to stimulate his body no matter how much he resisted.
It made her as wet as she made him hard. She couldn’t resist teasing him; it was one of her favorite pastimes, at least for the non-cruel variety. Each night, she pushed the degree of torture by just a hair, so slowly that he didn’t notice how much worse it was getting. She was boiling that frog with the heat of her pussy juice until he would inevitably pop.
She’d gotten a bit overeager tonight, fueled by her own arousal. But he had still denied her effect on him. What a sweet boy he was, not wanting to impose his desire on her when he thought she was exhausted. But that just made her want to exhaust him of his willpower.
So she pressed her rear against him again. And again. Each time just a bit more forcefully, just a bit more slowly. The heat between her legs intensified with each sound and micro-movement she sensed from him. She could feel her greed expanding in her abdomen. How far could she push him before he broke? Time to step it up.
“Hey, Okarun,” she spoke quietly.
“Y-yeah.”
“I was just thinking… I really like it when you touch me.” She kept her diabolical thoughts out of her tone flawlessly.
“O-oh… I, um, I like that too.”
“I want you to touch me however you want. Whenever you want.”
Warmth surged through her at the sound of his heavy gulp. “I… I see.”
“No matter what state I’m in.”
His powerful muscles spasmed in response. “O-okay,” he whispered. A second passed. “Um, could we possibly spoon the other way? Just for tonight?”
She grinned. “Aw, you want me to be your little jetpack?” she asked playfully.
“Yes, yes I do,” he answered hastily.
“Sure. I think I’d like that.” Oh, little boy, you think you can escape Momo-chan’s teasing that easily?
They maneuvered in sync until their positions were reversed. He breathed a sigh of relief as they settled in, naively thinking his trial had ended. It had only just begun. “Good night, Momo,” he said for the third time.
“G’night, Okarun.” Licking her lips, she pulled him against her tightly. He didn’t realize the magnitude of his mistake. It was proportional to the magnitude of her cup size, which had grown in sync with her ass as time had passed. He liked to sleep shirtless, which she loved, getting a late night snack of beefcake each night. She, meanwhile, slept in panties and a thin pajama top, so thin it did nothing to conceal the shape and softness of her plump bosom.
Her chest pressed against him, squashing her arousingly fat tits against his hard back. She was certain he could feel her stiff nipples on his bare skin through the cloth. His musculature tightened in response as he undoubtedly realized his error.
But her boobs weren’t her only weapon by far. Leisurely, she lifted one leg and draped it over his. It was plausible enough that she simply wanted more contact. He wouldn’t verbally object or question it. Her soft lips came to a rest at the nape of his neck, lightly parted so he could feel her hot breath as if in a frozen sensual kiss. Her top hand settled below his belly button, right above his pelvis, fingers pushing into the spot where she knew his desire built.
Lastly, she let out a pleased sigh, one which she deliberately filled with her eros, but which he would tell himself was mere contentment.
“Momo…” he muttered.
She gave no response. She was “asleep.” Dead to the world. Certainly not getting wetter and wetter as she tormented her loving boyfriend.
“God,” he whispered into the dark room. “Hold it together, Ken…” She pretended to breathe deeply in her sleep, letting her chest expand to force her jugs to spread out further. Another sigh left her. “At least you’re having good dreams, I guess,” he said with a tone so somber she nearly laughed at the contrast with the state of his wood.
Better than you can possibly know, Okarun.
Minutes passed. Eventually, real sleepiness took her and she began to drift off. But just before she did, she felt him stir. His arm moved up, then back, then down past hers. Her eyes widened. No way. No way! Is he…?
He was. The rhythmic movement was unmistakable.
He was jacking off. Right in front of her. Thinking she was unaware.
Momo’s panties grew yet more soaked. The thought of him needing so much relief that he would play with himself, without removing his boxer briefs, accepting that they’d be filthy with his seed when he was done, made her blood run hot in her veins.
“Momo,” he said once more, but not to her. “Momo, you’re so cruel, doing this to me.” She was. She absolutely, undeniably was. “I wish I could just…”
Say it. Say it!
“I wish I could fuck you right now. And every night until we both pass out so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”
Momo clenched her jaw to suppress the moan that was trying to claw its way out of her. You could. You could fuck me whenever you want, just like I said. Even when I’m sleeping. That’s how much you turn me on, Okarun; I want you to use me. Use my body as you like.
His arm moved faster. The one regret Momo felt was that she couldn’t touch his thick shaft and get him to the finish like she loved doing. “Momo, Momo, Momo,” he hissed.
That’s right. Chant my name as I do this to you.
“Ngah!” he grunted at last. His hips shifted by the smallest amounts as his orgasm hit him in bursts. She knew how much cum he spurted each time, especially from prolonged arousal. His underwear would be nearly as drenched as hers when it was done.
His breathing steadied as it subsided. “God,” he murmured as the post-nut clarity arrived, “I’m so fucked up. I’m sorry, Momo.”
No. Don’t be. You’re perfect. I love you.
Soon, she felt him relax in that way that told her he had slipped into unconsciousness. Now she was the one left turned on beyond belief. But that was okay. She’d just let the chemicals influence her dreams.
And indeed, as she slept, her subconscious gave her a cinematic masterpiece of brutal fucking, her boyfriend making her body his plaything. Hopefully it would become reality in short order.
When she awoke, he wasn’t there. This was normal; he usually got up before her and there was no doubt in her mind he was feeling some lingering shame from what he considered a transgressive act the night before. She met him in the kitchen, nursing a coffee mug. “Morning!” she greeted him brightly.
“Good morning,” he said, his expression lightening as he saw her.
“I slept like a baby. How about you?” she asked with evil innocence.
“Oh, um… good. Nothing bad,” he replied, turning his head away from her.
“Hey,” she said with a small frown. “Why aren’t you looking me in the eye?” She knew, of course. It was just irresistibly fun to harangue him further.
He blushed. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re looking away! Why?”
“I, um, no reason.”
“Hmph,” she huffed with a pout. “Fine. Be that way. Meanie.”
“Yes,” he muttered. “I am the mean one.”
Momo hid her anticipation until the next bedtime. When they settled in, she took hold of his arms and brought them to her ribcage, holding them down on her big, soft tits, her diamond-hard nipples pressed against his wrists.
“M-Momo?!” he squawked.
“Hold me tight,” she said with immaculate needy sweetness. “Since I held you last night.”
“Right,” he murmured. “Right…”
She was merciless in her grinding as the ritual began, bringing his shaft right between her ass cheeks. His laborious breath spurred her to go further. She adjusted herself until the bulbous head at the end of his thick rod was pressed against her slit just barely, but with undeniably heinous pressure. This was truly beyond the pale; only a mind as trusting and innocent as Okarun’s wouldn’t question her audacity, even as he undoubtedly felt the wet heat radiating from her pussy lips through her panties.
There she left him, so close to his corporeal desire, yet so far. She could take it, certainly; the longer she did, the better it became. In the meantime, he would crack bit by bit. She was eager to see what would happen when his structural integrity collapsed.
A few minutes later, she found out.
His hands shifted slightly until he was cupping her breasts fully. “You said I can touch you whenever I want, no matter what state you’re in, right?” he whispered. Her breath hitched as she realized what he was about to do. “Forgive me, Momo.”
Forgive you? I’m gonna reward the fuck out of you when I’m not too turned on to think of how!
His fingers slowly sank into her titflesh. “You always like this when you’re awake,” he said softly as the pressure increased bit by bit, stopping when he got to the depth he knew to be her limit. “You like that I know just how to touch you.”
I do, I fucking love it!
“I hope you like it now.”
Yes, yes!
He kneaded her flesh with escalating force, beginning gently until he was groping her like he was preparing pizza dough. Momo fought the urge to react physically, but could not contain all of it. He discovered this as his fingertips brushed against her erect nipples. “Some part of you is enjoying it, at least. A part that’s as hard as I am…”
God, yes, do what I hope you’re about to!
His compliance with her silent command came instantly as he pinched her hardened nubs. She bit her lip to stop herself from making sounds. Her nipples were quite sensitive, something she only discovered when he first played with them at the start of their consummation long ago. He had learned to pull, to rub, to tweak, to flick, and more in the exact way that drove her mad.
“I love these things,” he uttered. “I love these fat fucking tits.”
Lightning coursed through her at this admission. He was never so vulgar during their lovemaking, always so respectful when naming her anatomy. She hadn’t realized what a thrill she’d get when he crossed that barrier.
“I used to play with myself thinking about them… Now I get to play with them myself. Thank you, my love.”
And now he was complementing his dirty words with pure adoration. God, she loved him so much it was fucking unbelievable. The feeling only deepened when he started rocking his hips, pressing himself against her folds harder and harder. Momo’s eyes rolled back in her head as the strain of remaining still became a genuine challenge.
“I’m losing my mind,” he admitted. “I can’t believe what I’m thinking.”
What’s that? What are you thinking? I wanna know sooo bad!
“I… I can’t. I can’t do it. Even after what she said, it would be…”
No, no! Do it! Fucking do it, you pussy! Fuck my pussy right the hell now!
He paused. She worried that he was done for the night, that she would have to pick up where he was leaving off an agonizing twenty-four hours from now. Then he drew in a deep breath. “She said it’s okay,” he told himself with clear doubt. “She said whenever I want, however I want, no matter her state.”
Oh god yes just do it already for fuck’s sake!
His top hand withdrew from her breast and traveled to the waist of his boxer briefs. Pulling them down let his erection spring forth in all its glory. She felt the precum that had leaked down from the head to the shaft against her groin. “It’s okay, Ken, it’s okay,” he said as if soothing the nerves of an actor about to go on stage to perform the role of their big break for the first time. “She wouldn’t lie. She wants this.”
IdoIdoIdoIdoIdo! His trembling hand gripped her panties tightly, but the force he used to tug them down was surprisingly gentle. So close, so cloooose!
He took one last breath and muttered, “I’m sorry, Momo, I just can’t take it anymore.”
Oh my holy fucking god, he’s doing it! Her entire nervous system crackled with pleasure as she felt him begin to enter her. It took every iota of her id cosmos to stifle herself as each millimeter of his substantial girth passed through her lower lips.
“God, you’re so wet, you’re taking me in smoothly, even unconscious,” he uttered in a husky voice. “Or maybe it’s because you’re asleep and your body’s relaxed.”
Relaxed is the last fucking thing I am right now! At halfway in, he increased his force, ramming into her with unexpected power. “Aaahn!” Momo moaned, unable to avoid expressing at least some of the blazing inferno of arousal burning every facet of her being. Uh-oh.
He froze. “M-Momo?” he asked, voice back in its usual timid cadence. “Are you awake?”
Shit, shit, shit! Mustering her willpower, she forced herself to mimic sleep-breathing. Okarun tested the waters by thrusting in and out slowly. Momo just barely managed to maintain her facade.
“Okay then. I’ll be gentle to let you rest,” he said, steadily returning to his sexual tone.
No, ravage me! Fuck me like I’m a living fleshlight!
He adhered to his word as he moved within her. The feeling of the head of his cock dragging against her most sensitive spots so slowly was torturous ecstasy. She wanted nothing more than to press back against him and have him pound her at maximum speed, but the fact that she couldn’t without giving up the game somehow made it better.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispered into her ear as his cock cleared its own path through her inner walls. “I never would have imagined you’d let me do this.” A few weeks ago, neither would she. “I want you all the time, even when I’m dreaming. I never want to be without you.”
God, this is hot, this is so fucking hot! The feeling on its own was good enough, but the fact that he was doing it despite how transgressive he believed the act to be and the fact that she was letting him? It was overwhelming; an explosive release was barreling towards her at mach 10.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop, after this,” he said with a harsh edge, “You’ve taught my body to want you even more at night. I might start fucking you every time we go to bed. Every time we so much as take a nap. I’ll make you mine during every rest.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t believe he’s saying this! “Okaruuun,” she groaned, finding it impossible to fully play possum under the incredible fucking she was receiving.
Despite this, he did not relent. “Dreaming of me?” She could sense the smile in his voice. “I hope it’s a good one. I wonder if you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
Without a fucking doubt! A bit more, just a bit more…
“I want you to cum, Momo,” he growled, his pace accelerating. “I want to make you cum all over my cock in your sleep.”
His wish was her body’s command. “Aahn, aaahn!” she moaned, the sound strangled as she failed to throttle herself. “Ohh, ohh, ohhhh!” Her pussy clamped down to milk the absolute fuck out of his cock as her body writhed uncontrollably as the unrelenting orgasm pulverized her pleasure center.
“Momo?!” he asked in shock. “Are you… I didn’t… I…”
She couldn’t make her breathing relax, still feeling the waves of erotic bliss crash into her. He knew, certainly, he had to know after this.
“If you’re awake, say something,” he urged her. She couldn’t harness any meaningful vocabulary in her condition as it was. “I… I did it,” he said in disbelief. “I made you cum in your sleep… holy shit!” He hadn’t, of course, but the fact that he enjoyed the idea of it to that extent made her enjoy it just as much.
Or so she would have thought, had she not felt his cock twitch inside her and begin painting her pussy white with his sticky jizz. His hands sank deeper than ever into her big boobs and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, grunting as he layered furious kisses on her delicate skin. It was everything Momo could’ve asked for as the aftershocks of her own climax still rocked her.
Eventually, he calmed down, and his kisses became less ravenous and more loving. “Thank you,” he whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.” Her heart swelled with love and just a droplet of pain that she couldn’t return his words.
As the endorphins delivered her a smooth landing, she promptly fell asleep.
Per usual, the next morning she saw him in the kitchen. This time, he looked like a puppy who had torn up the newspaper and was trying to escape punishment. So cute was he, especially after the sheer carnal hunger he’d shown last night, that she let out a small giggle. “G’morning. What’s up?”
“Um, um, nothing. Good morning, ” he muttered.
“You sure?” she asked with a teasing lilt.
“Y-yes,” he replied.
“You sleep okay?”
He gulped. In a quiet voice, he answered, “Very okay.”
“Me too,” said Momo. “I had a great dream.”
He perked up. “You did?”
“Mhm. You were in it.”
“I-I was?” he asked. “What, um, what did I do?”
She grinned. “That’s a secret.”
“I… I see.”
“But it was totally awesome. Mindblowing, even. I wanna see that dream again and again.”
She wasn’t sure he was totally aware of the blush that came to his cheeks. “Um, Momo?”
“Yeah?”
“That… that thing you said the other night…”
Ooh, what’s he up to? “What thing?”
“About… letting me touch you.”
She pretended to remember. “Oh, right. What about it?”
“Did you… really mean it?”
“Mhm,” she said easily. “Whenever you want, however you want, no matter the state I’m in.” Leaning in towards his ear, she whispered, “You’ve earned the right to touch me how you like.” She left a soft kiss for emphasis.
“O-oh,” he replied, blush deepening. “Good, then.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because, I…” He looked away. “N-no reason!”
Aww, he’s shy about railing my unconscious body. So cute. “Hmm,” said Momo, briefly putting on a frown. “Kay!”
The reason Momo didn’t press him that morning was because she wanted nothing to deter him from doing it again. And do it he did; night after night, he had his way with her. Shockingly, this didn’t diminish their sex life when she was “awake.” If anything, it stoked the flame, like the “sleep sex” was augmenting his stamina, perhaps because he wasn’t being kept up all night by a massive, throbbing ache in his underwear.
He grew bolder as the nights went on, groping her tits with greater roughness, playing with her nipples with greater intensity, and most of all pounding the living daylights out of her flooding cunt with greater power. His pillow talk became filthier, as if the lack of judgment from any conscious participants he was aware of let him go deeper than he would while fearing her mockery or fury.
All of it made her ascent towards climax faster and faster with each session until she was cumming violently multiple times per night. He seemed to accept her increasingly vociferous reactions as plausible artifacts of unconsciousness, possibly out of motivated reasoning to believe he could do that to her no matter her state of wakefulness.
Every morning, Momo feigned ignorance, no matter how badly she ached. Watching him become more smug with every successful encounter was simply too good to resist.
One night, she rolled over so that she was facing him as they settled into bed. He looked at her curiously. “Momo?”
“Can we sleep like this tonight?” she asked sweetly. “I just… I want to feel even closer to you.” More than you know.
He smiled. “Of course. Come here.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to him tightly. The strength of his thick muscles was heavenly on its own; the imminent obliteration of her pussy would escalate it beyond the divine.
Indeed, the change in position did not deter him. He had to be a bit more clever when arranging their bodies, but he fucked her no less vigorously than when they spooned. “Momo-chan, Momo-chan.” His voice came out in a low rumble as his member devastated her guts, like that of his yokai form. “You cum so nicely when I fuck you like this. Your body likes being my helpless fucktoy. You like being mine.”
Oh god, yes I fucking do!
“Lucky for you, I take good care of my belongings, and you’re my favorite one of all. My own personal goddess for me to fuck whenever I want.”
Give it to me, give it all to me!
She rode out the earth-shattering orgasms she had come to anticipate each night, enhanced by the way he held her against him, as if to stop her from falling off the broken world in the throes of pleasure. Then, as always, it was off to a deep, peaceful sleep.
Momo looked around. She was in some kind of meadow. But the sky was a weird color, a kind of turquoise? And there were massive rabbits flying above her. She realized she had no idea how she’d gotten there. Also, she was totally naked. Ah. A dream. A lucid one, rare for her. Usually her dreams were simple roller coasters of varying intensity, and when they weren’t, she almost always woke up within moments of realizing it was a dream. She probably would now.
But she didn’t. The strange world around her remained intact, bleed though the colors did. Did Okarun fuck me so hard my subconscious stabilized? She grinned cheekily. Well, since I’m here…
She’d always heard that if you were lucid in dreams, you could manifest your heart’s desire. She only wanted one thing at the moment. With a snap of her fingers, Okarun appeared before her, just as nude as she. With a lustful smile, she approached him. “Hey. You’ve been having a lot of fun lately haven’t you?”
He grinned confidently. “You seem like you have been too.”
She chuckled. “No lies detected. You’re getting a lot of mileage out of your new privilege.”
Slightly bashful, he replied, “Well, when the most wonderful, most attractive woman in the universe gives you free access to her body, it’s a bit like giving an alcoholic free access to an industrial brewery.”
“Aw, shucks, I’m not all that,” she said with feigned humility
His expression turned gentle as his hand cupped her cheek. “You are,” with a soft tone. “You’re everything to me, Momo.”
His words were not a mere construct of her desire; he said so frequently when they were awake and she loved hearing it every time. Without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss him. His hands were on her body in a flash with a storm of perfect touches. This version of Okarun was just as passionate and deft at pleasuring her as the real one. Wordlessly, he brought his cock to her slit and plunged in. “Oh, Okarun,” she sighed as he stretched her out once more. “I love it when you fuck me, day or night. It’s amazing... I never want to stop…”
“I would never stop if I had the choice.”
“I wish you would be as bold when you think I’m awake…”
“I need you to help me get there.”
“I will,” she choked out, “I definitely fucking will.” She was already losing it to a shocking degree. She’d had sex dreams before; this was nothing like them. They always had that perceptual separation, where each sense was slightly blunted, creating a hazy sense of distance. Here, he felt real, like he was genuinely fucking her, and it felt incredible. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been surprising; of course her genius mind could perfectly replicate her greatest source of joy on the first try.
“Oh god, Okarun, Okarun,” she moaned. “I’m getting close. I’m getting so close. Give me more!”
“Yes, my love.” The force of his thrusts increased.
“More!” she demanded as his pace reached a fever pitch. “More, more, everything!” She shut her eyes tight as she felt his cock jackhammer her stretched out cunt, the pleasure overwhelming her even in the dreamscape.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she whispered as she careened towards the edge. “Oh god, oh my god.” As the gigaton orgasm wracked her body with unstoppable sexual bliss, her eyes flew open and she screamed, “Oh my fucking god, Okaruuun!” Cries of ecstasy escaped her, more raucous than usual, as she no longer needed to expend any effort to contain them. “Aah, aaah, fuuuuck, fuck meee!”
“M-Momo?!”
The tone of his voice was unexpected enough that her senses returned to her by a shade. She was no longer in the meadow. There was no sky above her and no rabbits to fly through it, just the darkness of their bedroom. And before her was not the vision of Okarun she had conjured, but the genuine article, pale with abject mortification.
Oh… Ohhh…
“I… I…” he whispered, throat dry.
“Okarun,” she muttered blearily, the combination of sleepiness and the descent from her orgasmic peak synthesizing a potent anesthetic.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered with immense haste. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” There was panic in his voice she’d only ever heard when he feared for her life in battle. His body began to shift. She could tell he was about to extricate himself from her. “I-I-I—”
“Hey,” she uttered quietly, still in a heady daze as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Her lips pressed against his with loving softness, just what she needed to regulate her overstimulated nervous system. When she pulled away, she looked at him with authentic worry. “What’s wrong?” she asked with sweet sincerity.
“I’m,” he gulped, “I’m— I’m— your body, I just—”
“You’re fucking me,” she said with a smile, looking and sounding like she’d had a few puffs of some good, dank shit. “You fucked me while I was asleep.”
“I did,” he said, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I thought about what you said, and I thought— I’m so sorry, Momo, I know you can’t forgive me, I—”
“Shh,” she hushed tenderly. “There’s no need to be sorry. I told you could do whatever you want with my body no matter what and you did. I wanted you to do it.”
His spiral halted. “You did?” he asked in a tiny voice.
“Hell yeah. I wondered how much I’d have to tease you before you just had your way with me.”
He blinked. “So… you were aware of how much you were torturing me?”
“Mhm.”
“The whole time?”
“The whole time. Y’can’t hide your erection from me, Okarun. ‘S way too huge for that.”
“Th-that’s so mean, Momo!” he accused with an indignant frown.
“Yup,” she acknowledged, nonplussed. “Super mean. I’m a meanie. I also pretended to be asleep when you started ploughing me.”
“Wh-what?!” he yelped in outrage. “You— you let me think you were asleep while I—”
“While you fucked my absolute brains out,” she finished.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“Because it felt amazing,” she said. “And I loved feeling you lose yourself in me.”
“I…” He took a second to collect his thoughts. “You heard me. You heard me… talk like I did.”
“Uh-huh. It was super hot.”
“It was?”
“Oh yeah. I wanna hear allat from now on when we’re fucking. Kay?” She smiled as brightly as minor delirium would allow.
He took a breath. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll try.” He paused. “I feel… silly.”
“Why?”
“I thought I was making you cum in your sleep… I felt like a real big man doing it. But you were just awake all along.”
She giggled. “Naw, ‘s not like that. First of all, never feel silly for making me cum so hard I fear my body will explode. Second, I was asleep just now.”
Awe captured his gaze. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I was knocked out by the orgasms you gave me when I was pretending.” She gave him a loving expression, floating on her cloud of chemical intoxication. “And then you did make me cum so hard I woke up. It was awesome. You’re a big man after all.” She rocked her hips, delighting in the feeling of his member as it began to re-harden inside her. “Mmm. A real big man.”
He blushed. “Oh. G-good then.”
“Hey,” she said quietly. “I’m sleepy.”
“I’ll let you sleep,” he replied easily.
“But I’m also real horny still. I dunno if I can fall asleep feelin’ like this.” She loved the throb of his cock her words induced as he heard them. “Can you give me a… bedtime story?” she asked with languor. “An interactive one?”
A small chuckle escaped him. “I think I can manage.”
His hips began to move again as Momo let herself fall limp. His thick shaft stretched her as it always did and she sighed in inebriated bliss. “Ahh, that’s so good…” She looked into his eyes imploringly. “Talk to me. Like you did before.”
After a moment of hesitation, he nodded. “I… I really love fucking you, Momo,” he began nervously.
“Mmm, I can tell. What do you like about it?”
“Your… your body is… amazing.”
“Go on.”
“I love… your chest.”
“Use the words you did earlier.”
“Your…” His voice lowered. “Your tits.”
“Mmm. What about them?”
“They’re… big. Really big.”
“Fat, even?”
His breath hitched. “Yes. Nice and f-fat.”
“You like my big, fat tits?”
“I do,” he said, an edge emerging in his voice.
“Say it.”
“I love your… your big, fat, jiggly tits.”
“Ahh…” She moaned serenely. “That’s good…”
“And your p-pussy,” he continued, strength building in his tone. “I love how tight and wet it is, the way it takes my cock in completely like it’s starving for it every time.”
“Ohhh,” Momo breathed huskily. “It is. My body always wants yours.”
“I love giving you what you need. Having my way with you. Taking…” He swallowed hard. His voice came out even harder: “Taking what’s mine.”
His movement intensified. Momo moved as much as her body would allow, leaving him to pound her to his heart’s desire. Evidently it desired her a lot. “Okaruuun…” she whined. “I’m yours… whenever you want…”
“Even when you’re asleep.”
“Use me,” she demanded. “Use me until you’re satisfied.”
He moved faster, brutally smashing her gushing cunt as her limp body rested on the bed. “I’ll never be satisfied,” he growled. “I’ll always want more of you, Momo.”
“Ohhh fuuuck,” she groaned, feeling his rhythmic hammering reverberate through every fiber of her being. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum so hard I pass out again…”
“Cum with me, Momo,” he barked.
“Oh, oh, ohhh, gaaawd,” she moaned as for the fourth time that night, her inner walls squeezed their occupant, which pulsated dramatically as he blasted her insides with white liquid heat. She could muster no greater reaction; all her remaining energy was devoted to letting the pleasure course through her veins, deepening her already deep high.
She made soft mewling sounds as it tore through her in arrhythmic beats. “So good,” she whispered. “Just what I needed.”
“Me too,” he replied, panting as he recovered from his own orgasm. After a minute, he began to pull himself out of her. She counteracted his motion, keeping him within. “Momo?”
“Want you right here,” she told him, her voice near silent as the last of her wakefulness began to ebb. “For the rest of the night.”
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. “Of course. Good night, my love.”
“G’night. Luv ya.”
Okarun’s eyelids opened by a hair the next morning. His senses returned to him slowly out of his catatonic state. The most pressing one was the feeling of something bouncing on his hips. No, more pressing than that was the feeling of something wrapped around his dick, massaging it with perfect force. It was… very familiar.
“Oh, fuck!” came an equally familiar voice. “Okarun, Okarun!”
His eyes opened further and then shot fully wide. Momo was on top of him, riding him like he was a mechanical bull and her life depended on never falling off. “M-Momo…?” he whispered, wondering if he was still breathing. The pleasure of her tight pussy sucking his dick in suddenly reached his conscious mind. “Fuck, Momo!”
“Okaruuuuun!” she yelled at the top of her voice as a horrendously powerful orgasm destroyed her sense of reality.
“Momo!” he cried, feeling his balls tighten as sticky seed flooded her insides.
She bounced harder and harder as she reached the peak of pleasure, strangled noises fleeing from her throat all the while. Steadily, her rhythm began to slow and she let herself go limp on top of him, resting her head on his chest.
Breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes and grinned. “Hey. G’morning.”
“G-good morning,” he returned, still awed by this sudden experience. “What, um, what are you doing?”
“Well,” she said, her tone already playful, “I woke up and you were still inside me. Not only that, you were hard as a diamond. That’s morning wood, right?”
“Y-yes,” he replied uncertainly.
“It’s awesome,” she continued. “It was super easy to turn you over so I could fuck you until you woke up.” Her expression turned cheeky. “You’re good with that, yeah?”
“Yes,” he answered easily. “My body is yours too.”
“We’re each other’s toys.”
“Our perfectly fuckable playthings.”
“It’s Saturday, Okarun,” she said with a tone of intrigue. “Let’s play together the whole weekend.”
He grinned. Now his life was truly perfect. His tiny problem had been solved massively.
As their playtime proceeded, they pushed their bodies to and past their limits. When one gave out, the other used them at their whim until they recovered. It would be many, many hours before both of them were so well used and well satisfied that they enjoyed a peaceful sleep together once more.
And even in their dreams, they used and let themselves be used by one another with endless ecstatic enthusiasm.