Momo Wants Mo: Chapter 0
Virgin size-queen Momo is sick and tired of getting her pleasure from oversized toys. After witnessing Midnight riding the everliving fuck out of Izuku Midoriya's monsterdong, she decides to jump on the bandwagon, and on...you know.
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Momo hurried back to the classroom, fretting about the notes she'd left on the table. Exam season was close, and if she didn't get her last-minute studying in, who knew what would happen? Visions of career failure flashed before her eyes. Beads of sweat pricked all along her back and shoulders – not to mention the huge, tender globes stretching out her shirt. At last, she arrived before the classroom door, grasped the handle, and—
Heard a thick clapping sound, interspersed with low moans. Momo froze, sensing immediately that she shouldn't open the door, that she should turn around and walk away, and recover her notes later. Curiosity kept her rooted to the spot. She looked at her hand slowly turning the door handle, and frowned at herself. What was she doing? This wasn't like her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths grew sharp and shallow as she pushed the door open just a crack…
Momo peeked through the gap, squishing her right tit against the doorframe as she leaned in close. She squinted into the dimness of the classroom…and gasped at what she saw.
Miss Midnight went up and down, her slender-yet-toned arms crossed against the wild black hair behind her neck, the muscles in her back shifting and flexing beneath her glossy skin as she rode the biggest cock Momo had ever seen. Midnight's bubblebutt lurched up and down, striking ferociously at the grapefruit-sized balls half-drooping over the edge of the chair. SLAP-CLAP-SLAP-CLAP—The noise was intense. Momo felt like her heart would burst. Midnight's tits were visible from behind, their outer curves bouncing wildly under her armpits as she shuddered and crooned and arched her back in pleasure.
"Y-Yes!" the slutty teacher cried, then pitched forwards and kissed her lover deeply. Momo was shocked to see a head of dark green hair tousling against Midnight's. Izuku Midoriya!? Momo bit her lip, flashing her gaze toward Izuku's massive member. How could he be so huge? Was this part of his Quirk? Momo realised her left hand was between her thighs, and she glanced up and down the corridor to make sure no one was around, then subtly began to rub her needy pussy through the fabric of her black panties. This was, Momo thought, monstrously unfair. She couldn't just ignore what was happening, especially when it was so…enticing. Her teeth clicked tightly together as she returned to watching the show, stooping against the doorframe like the peeping perv she was. No better than Mineta,
Midnight grasped Izuku's shoulders as she rode him, puffing and panting in time with her rapid lifts and drops, slapping her huge ass on the young man's thighs, taking every inch of his enormity over and over and— Momo shuddered and clenched her thighs together, nearly cumming from her gentle masturbation combined with the extreme stimulus of what she was seeing. She was an innocent girl, really…or so she told herself. She didn't get involved with men because she was so damned busy with her learning. Maybe something had been building up all these years, bottled deep inside, and only now was the cork starting to unscrew.
Screw…screw… Momo wondered what it felt like to be screwed by such a humongous, hot slab of meat. Midnight certainly seemed to be enjoying it: she clung closer to Izuku, resting her chin on his head and burying his face between her tits and crooning as she pumped her hips into overdrive, her ass becoming almost a blur as it bounded and rippled and jiggled in forceful thrusts. Izuku didn't need to do a thing: he just sucked and nibbled at Midnight's boobs while she did all the work.
No…that wasn't true. Momo tensed as Izuku raised a trembling hand, his muscular arm hovering tantalisingly over Midnight's bouncing buttcheeks. Then it lanced down and – THWACK! – drove a powerful slap through the teacher's doughy rump. Momo flinched at the impact, which rang so brightly through the room that she thought she felt its vibration against her face. She touched her own ass, which somehow felt sore in sympathy. To be spanked…to be treated like a naughty little thing… Even though Izuku was obviously flustered and unsure of himself, the power in his slap was guided by a deep, desperate need for the woman he was with. Midnight howled in bliss and doubled down, mashing her sopping cunt all the way to Izuku's balls and holding herself there, rocking her hips in slow circles, giving them both a chance to come down from their high so they could continue for hours and hours…
By now Momo was sawing two fingers over her cunt, covering her mouth with her free hand to muffle her gasps of pleasure. No…no…she wanted them to keep going. Why pause? They'd been so close to the climax – and Momo knew she couldn't cum until they did. Red-faced and crazy with lust, Momo pulled her panties aside and plunged her two digits into her sopping pussy, fingering herself hard right there in the corridor…
Midnight groaned into Izuku's hair…and slid a hand across his cheek. "I have class in five minutes," she said huskily.
"J-Just a little longer?" Izuku suggested, and clamped both hands down on her asscheeks, guiding her hips up and down. She hummed and clenched her teeth, then resumed her up-down motions – slowly this time, nursing his monstercock in her cunt rather than riding it. She grasped his fuck-slimed cock in a hand, stroking it, wringing the ooze off his meat even as she took him in slow, slurping slides.
"Mm. I'd like to. But I'd also like to be able to walk after this."
A pause. Then Izuku pressed his face deep into Midnight's cleavage and said, breathily, "Then…I'll carry you." Then he scooped his arms under Midnight's ass and stood, picking the much larger woman up with ease. She squealed as he began to thrust – harder than she had ridden him. His balls spanked her rump firmly and repeatedly, almost a foot of cock emerging from her sopping pussy only to ram back inside with every thrust. The two lovers chuffed and groaned against each other, eyes blurry with bliss, sweat dripping from their beautiful bodies. Momo thought about how much she'd like to lather her tongue all over them. Izuku clamped down tighter as he climbed toward his limit, pushing his teeth along Midnight's slender neck until he was nibbling her jaw, using her like a wobbly fuckdoll. Her tits, her ass, her thighs bounced deliciously in time with Izuku's pumps – until finally, he sucked a loud breath and groaned in ecstasy.
Gluuurchh--! Glut, glut, gluttch… The sound of Izuku's cumload slapping the inside of Midnight's womb. Momo's mouth dropped open as cum exploded from her teacher's pussy, a mighty back-blast that splattered several tables (and drowned her notes). That no longer mattered to Momo, who was just about squatting before the door, barely supporting her own weight in the depths of her pleasure. She swayed her hips and pumped her cunt, stifling her own noisy breathing by biting the edge of her hand. Her eyes tipped back as she came, rocking wildly in her squat, her eyes filling with stars as she struggled to breathe, struggled to think, clenched and squirted, clenched and squirted, came, came, came!
Momo had no time to lose. She nearly slipped on her own slippery puddle as she lurched to her feet and staggered away from the classroom, straightening her skirt and wondering why it wouldn't stay straight, until she realised she still had three fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy. She removed them, repositioned her panties, and took off in a jog that made her ass and tits jiggle mightily. Embarrassed, shocked at herself, Momo gnawed at her hand to stop herself from whining, or sobbing, or otherwise calling attention to herself. Not that it helped: the sight of a sweaty, bouncing Momo attracted plenty of looks as she fled toward her apartment.
Midnight sighed, pulling her skintight suit across her massive curves. Izuku watched, his soggy cock slung flaccid across his thigh, still throbbing gently, still oozing the occasional glob of seed over the edge of his chair. His hair hung sweatily in his face. He felt sorry for the cleaner.
Once Midnight was fully dressed, she sauntered over to Izuku and looked down on him with her hands mounted on her massive, jutting hips. She tweaked her glasses and grinned. "You'd better get dressed, too."
Izuku hummed…and lightly grasped his monstercock, wringing it with slow pumps. Midnight's neck tightened. She couldn't help but stare at Izuku's enormity, even after sating herself on it for close to an hour.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Izuku wrung his soft cock from base to tip. A huge outpour of semen splattered on the floor. Midnight shuddered to see so much cream wasted. She opened her mouth to say something, stopped herself, then huffed and sank to her knees. She took Izuku's cock from his hand and pushed her lips, her mouth, her throat around it, never looking away from his eyes. She sucked on his hilt for a long moment before drawing back and licking around her mouth. Her tongue was long, perfectly pink and glossy, and agile as all hell. Izuku's cock was already hardening from the sensation of her throat, and when she coiled her tongue all the way around his shaft – his favourite trick – he groaned and pawed the edge of his seat.
Midnight unwrapped his meat and stood, walking imperiously to the nearest desk. She leaned over it and stuck her giant ass toward Izuku, swaying it in small, slow circles. "You still haven't taken this hole," she purred, and patted her asscheek playfully. As rippled spread out across the surface of her ass, Izuku rose from his chair and took his place behind her, digging his palms into her deep, pillowy asscheeks. Midnight gave an enticing moan. Clothed, she was just as lovely as she was nude. Her hero suit was skimpy as all heck, and the fabric was thin enough that it presented no barrier to Izuku's cock. He pushed his schlong between her shapely thighs and pumped slowly, oozing the slime of their last fuck down her legs.
"What're you looking at?" she teased him, bobbing her ass up against his abs, almost scrubbing them with the vastness of her rump. "Is something wrong?" She brought one hand to his cock against her belly and pumped it, jerking him with harsh wringing motions. Her fingers were so heavenly that Izuku almost came right away, but he held back and bashed his hips against Midnight's rear, making it bound.
"S-Sorry," he stammered, tilting his head back and shuddering in pleasure. "This is just…too good…"
"I'm always too good. Now, take that big cock of yours and—dddhhfuuUUCK!" This last exclamation rolled out as Izuku hooked his thumbs deep into the fabric of her suit, pushed them into her asshole, and tugged outwards – stretching her rim and ripping the material in the same motion, baring her gorgeous asshole. He pulled his hips back until his cockhead bobbed and twitched against her winking rim, then gave it a smooch by introducing just his glans to her tender insides. Midnight's mouth opened and shut. Her eyelids scrunched, and her blue eyes didn't know where to look. "Haah--! Hah! Izuku, just ram it in already..!"
Izuku was overwhelmed with bliss, squirming and groaning, but nothing could stop him from ramming Midnight's ass so powerfully that his balls smacked her clothed cunt with a CLAP of flesh on damp fabric. Midnight pitched forwards over the desk and crooned her bliss to the air, crushing her tits on the flat surface so they pancaked under her biceps. He grasped their bubbly flanks and mauled them as he fucked her asshole, bulging her slender belly with his massive cock. He groaned and moaned in time with Midnight's own slutty proclamations, basking in the joy of the mature woman's body. Her ass was so huge that it engulfed his hips, and provided a wobbling, rippling platform to hammer his thrusts over. In short, Midnight was made for fucking.
"I-Is this your real Quirk?" Izuku gasped, flinching under the sheer, vulnerable sensation of giving in to her body. When she reached up and back and cupped his cheek, he hummed questioningly – only to shudder as pink vapor started to rise from Midnight's skin.
"No, silly. But there's…nngh…a side to my Quirk I don't show everyone. This'll leave you horny for days…"
"W-Wait!" Izuku said, realising the implications of that. But it was already too late. Midnight's aphrodisiac was in his system, turning his green eyes dull and his face bright red. The heat in his groin expanded to swaddle his entire body. His thrusts grew heavier, SLAPPing into Midnight's cheeks with merciless bounds. Before he knew it, Izuku was climbing onto the desk, adopting an athletic position: his feet planted on Midnight's wobbling shelfs of asscheek, engulfed to his ankles in pale butt, lifting his hips up high before MASHING them down, delivering pendulum-pumps that drove his cock from tip to base in Midnight's guts. She howled in delight, covering her face with her hands, tugging at her hair as the short boy took his pleasure from her body. "M-Miss Midnight..!" Izuku cried in debauched need. "Th-this is incredible!"
In that moment, Midnight believed it. Veins of golden light flashed beneath Izuku's skin, calling One For All to help ram his thrusts deeper and harder by the second. WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-! SLAPCLAPSLAPCLAPSLAPCLAP-! His pumping picked up speed until his hips were a blur, his balls describing sweat-flinging semicircles through the air. Each thrust squished his asscheeks over Midnight and clamped his hefty, cum-chugging balls between his thighs and the teacher's drooling pussy, rooting his massive cock deep inside her. Midnight could swear he was growing, and wondered if that was an effect of her Quirk, or his, or somehow a combination of the two. Then her capacity for thought disappeared as Izuku hooked his hands into her mouth and tugged at her cheeks, making her tongue spill out to her chin. He was treating her like a toy, and for now, she was delighted to be used, and used, and used again – until one of them passed out from exhaustion.
"Miss Midnight!" Izuku called again, and she immediately knew what was cumming. A hot, rich blast of molten spunk hit her guts and kept on pumping, churning and glurping inside her, cascading through her intestines until it reached her stomach. Midnight threw her head back and shrieked in joy as her belly expanded, bloating with so much hot spunk that it looked like a gym ball by the time Izuku stopped spurting. Cum poured down her thighs and to the floor.
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Momo slammed her apartment door shut and locked it, breathing heavily, her massive chest heaving up and down. She noted that several buttons had popped off, leaving her sweaty, rose-tinted cleavage on display. She bit her bottom lip hard and groaned, fists shaking by her sides, trying to control her own body and mind after such a dizzying bout of debauchery. A shiny web of juice clung to her thighs, the product of her lust.
That had been stupid of her, she realised. She had succumbed to instinct and risked being seen for the pervert she was. Red-faced, she staggered to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. All that accomplished was drenching the front of her shirt, turning it transparent so she could see how hopelessly stiff her nipples were. With quaking hands and undid her shirt down to her belly – and reached inside and juggle her huge tits out into the open. She huffed as they flopped free, gently prickling her fingertips along their tender flesh, feeling their weight braced hot and wet upon her palms. She lifted her boobs slowly, watching herself in the mirror as she brought a nipple to her lips and sucked on it in gentle, nervous slurps, hollowing out her cheeks with suction. "Mmnff…mnf…" She wondered what it felt like to have a man – to have Izuku – do this to her. "Shhoo biggh…" Momo released the seal and dropped her boobs, letting them bounce back into position, splattering tap-water and drool into the sink. She grasped the sink edge for a long time, peering at her own desperate expression as the mirror glass fogged up. At last, she tsked and turned, her tits swinging beautifully with the motion and then jolting with each step as she walked into the living room, then her bedroom.
By the time she reached her bed, Momo had lost all semblance of composure. She cast herself down on her knees, squishing her boobs on the carpet, and rummaged under her bed for the cardboard box stuffed all the way at the back. She gasped when she hooked a finger inside the box, and tugged it toward her, straightening her back as it emerged into the open.
Momo's eyes sparkled. Her lips worked around shapes of dawning desire. She swiped a lock of black hair from her eyes, then reached into the box and took out its contents.
A huge, purple, semi-transparent dildo. It was ten inches long and had served her well on many a lonely study night, screwing herself silly whenever the need arose – which was often, so she kept the toy meticulously clean. She bit her tongue and groaned, recalling the sheer size of Izuku's monstercock. Her toy paled in comparison to his slab of pulsating, real meat. She sat on the edge of her bed with her thighs spread wide, her tits splaying out to the sides of her sweat-drenched torso. She stared down at the dildo, imagining it was a veiny slab of masculine cock, radiating lustful energy, wanting nothing more than to plow into her pussy. But…it was useless. She dropped the dildo in disgust. It wouldn't satisfy her anymore; not when she had laid eyes upon Izuku's dick.
Momo sat up straight and closed her eyes, hands placed neatly in her lap. Her lips tightened into a straight little line as she pictured the object of her desire. Izuku's cock. Huge, hot, bitch-busting. A tremendous rod that could rut her, and ram her, and ruin her until she was a drooling wreck of a woman, utterly satisfied for she was in her rightful place, speared upon her beloved's rampaging—
Cock. Momo opened her eyes and stared at the new dildo that now sprawled across her lap – and far out to either side. It was thicker than her arm and just as long, wrapped in dense veins leading from a turgid base to a broad, perfectly-shaped head. It looked real, like one of those floating cocks in gangbang hentai doujins – a perfect replica of what Momo had seen in the classroom. She gulped big breaths of air, trying not to pass out from excitement as she bundled the cock up against her tummy and between her tits and began to lick and kiss across its glans.
Something was wrong. The taste was as wonderful as she'd imagined, and heat billowed off the manly monsterdong, but Momo couldn't help but feel she hadn't made a perfect replica. She tried to ignore her feelings, and instead began to pump her tits around the humongous, throbbing shaft. She had imbued this thing with enough energy to spasm and buck as she toyed with it, and her heart hammered as she plunged her steamy tongue into its urethra, swirling around like a cock-mad perv. She worked her boobs faster and tighter, wondering how many woman could wrap their tits all the way around such a monstrous object. Her pussy was drenched, crying out for something to stretch it. And she had just the thing…
Momo lowered the cock between her legs, bracing its twitching head against her pussy. She groaned and wriggled on the bed as she pushed it inside. Her eyes watered from the strain. She had never felt such a powerful stretch, gaping her poor, elastic pussy far beyond what she had previously assumed were her limits. "Yes!" she cried, her tongue spilling from her mouth. "Fuck me, Izuku..! Take me…as your woman..!"
Momo flopped back on the bed, thrashing on the sheets as she pumped her cunt silly. With her meagre strength, she could only ram the first twelve inches or so inside, but that was enough to get her fire burning. In fact, seeing so much cock left outside was a thrill in itself – a promise of things to come if she kept up her training with this obscene, hole-obliterating thing.
But…again…something didn't feel right. No matter how much she squirmed, and arched her back, and called out in bliss, Momo couldn't cum. The fleshy dildo was lovely, exhilarating, a testament to how much of a size queen she was…but it wasn't right. Momo gave a frustrated cry and threw the dildo into a corner of the room, where it bucked and spasmed like a vibrator making a break for freedom. Momo rose from her bed and looked down at herself. She was a perfect woman, the object of men's desire. So why was she still here, trying to pleasure herself like some kind of shut-in?
She wanted Izuku. And that was the part of the equation she was missing. She had been so stupid! Izuku was what she desired, not just his cock. And she could have him – all of him – if she put her mind to it.
No, she realised. She would have to put her body to it.
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Momo didn't exactly 'dress' so much as vaguely adjust her frayed clothes. Her cleavage was still exposed, all the way down to the lower curves of her breasts, and she wore no panties under her ruffled skirt, but she felt no hint of embarrassment stepping out of her apartment. Nothing mattered but securing her pleasure, and her pleasure lay with Izuku – or more precisely, under him. She marched to his door, reached up, and knocked sharply.
She waited for a minute. Knocked again. More silence. Momo started to doubt herself. Was this really the right thing to do? It was late at night; would Izuku appreciate her coming to him this way, like a dirty whore? She swallowed and tried to knock again—
The door opened. Izuku looked up at Momo with tired eyes. He blinked rapidly, quickly taking in her dishevelled appearance, then smiled awkwardly at her. He was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, his muscular body on display – a fact that didn't seem to have occurred to him. A titanic slab of morning wood bulged across his thigh, but Momo could tell it wasn't fully erect just yet.
"Momo? Er…what are you doing--? I mean…" He blinked rapidly, frowned, and tried again. "Your clothes…"
Momo winced…and then grasped the folds of her shirt. "These clothes?" she asked, and drew her shirt wide open to reveal her massive, naked tits to Izuku. He stared open-mouthed at her breasts, his morning wood visibly swelling in his pants. He finally seemed to realise how exposed he was, and tried to cover his bulge with his hands, but it was too late: Momo grabbed his shoulders and tugged him against her, burying his entire face between her rosy-blushing tits. He struggled at first, but soon relaxed and leaned against her, moaning gently into her cleavage.
"Mmn…"
"I saw you with Miss Midnight," Momo said, caressing his back awkwardly. He was everything she'd ever dreamed of, his lithe yet muscled body shifting beautifully against hers. When his bulge bumped her thigh, she looked away and bit her lip, trying not to get overwhelmed. It was hopeless anyway: she was already thinking with her cunt instead of her head, marching into a confrontation she had no idea if she could handle. "I need you," she whispered, "to do the same to me. Please…" She trailed her silky hands down his chest, his abs, and finally rested them on the heft of his bulge – grasping it firmly. When she felt his cock in her grip, Momo gasped and shuddered and clenched her thighs together. It was bigger than her dildo, and hotter, and she could already tell that Izuku would be able to give her the orgasm her dildo couldn't. She pumped his erection firmly as he gasped and whined into her boobs, covering him in her soft, clumsy affections. She even kissed the top of his head.
At last, Izuku pulled his face free of her tits and peered up at her – only to sputter in shock when she pressed her lips to his. She had never kissed before, so she sucked clumsily at his mouth and flicked her tongue along his teeth, grinding firmly against him while she rolled her smooth hands over the coiled-up curve of his bulge. "Mhnn…" She broke contact so she could murmur, "You can have any part of me, Izuku, so long as you pound me silly." She grasped the waistline of Izuku's boxers and tugged them slowly down. As the fabric spilled over the heft of his cock, Izuku groaned and shuddered – and gasped when his tremendous fuckslab burst free. Momo immediately dropped to her knees and slung his massive cock over her face, peering up at it in awe, overshadowed by its throbbing mass. She rolled out her tongue like a red carpet for his cock and gazed at Izuku with the one eye not swaddled in his dickmeat. "Haahh…"
Izuku rested an uncertain hand on her head, visibly excited but still nervous. "A-Are you sure about this?" he asked feebly – only to tip his head back and moan when Momo started to slurp down his cock, sliding slowly toward his balls. Finally, she buried her face in his musky nutsack and started to snort, lick, and suckle all around, truffling like a pig, thrusting her pillowy titties between his thighs as she filled her lungs with musk. Izuku could only clench his fists and try to endure the pleasure, his heavy cock bouncing up and down with each clench of his pelvic muscles. Momo kept a close eye on Izuku's reactions as she emerged from his sack and kissed a trail up his shaft, feeling more and more of its weight resting on her face the higher she got. When she finally squeezed his cockhead between her teeth, Izuku gasped and spurted a thick jet of cream into the back of her mouth. Momo's world melted away. She gargled on Izuku's heavenly cream and gulped it down like a total whore, then slurped lovingly on his cockhead for more. Her tongue swirled around his winking slit, then plunged inside. GLUK, GLUK, GLUK – she sucked him off right there in the hallway, gargling and gulping dense gluts of precum, wringing his shaft with both hands.
"Momo, I can't--!" Izuku cried a moment before he hit a fierce orgasm. Momo gagged as he erupted cum down her throat. She gulped and gulped, but she would have lost purchase on his dick if not for Izuku seizing her hair and forcing her down on his cock, smushing his glans up against her tonsils so he could fire his guttering blasts down her throat. Momo's cheeks bulged with jizz, but she held in tight, eyes wavering, looking up at Izuku in love and shock. This was better than she'd ever imagined… Suddenly she was cumming, jerking her hips back and forth, squirting like crazy. Bliss washed over her and through her, and when Izuku plopped his cockhead out of her mouth, she swayed where she knelt, her blushing cheeks bulging full of cum, a huge rope of seed wobbling between her lips and Izuku's twitching cockhead.
Momo leaned forward and sucked. Gulping and slurping, slurping and gulping, she sucked that white rope up and planted one more kiss on the tip of Izuku's cock before giving a huge swallow. She patted her belly and opened wide to show him her devotion: she had gulped down every last drop of his load. "Aaah…"
"Wh-whhh…" Izuku stammered, leaning against the doorframe for support. He flinched when Momo rose and guided him back into the room. She kicked the door shut behind her and shoved Izuku onto his bed, overcome by the desire to ride his dick.
She mounted his cock and whimpered as it entered her pussy, sliding inside with less difficulty than she imagined. She swayed back and forth on his tip and held his gaze. It was like their bodies had been made for each other. She slowly lowered her hips, wincing as she took him deeper, almost going cross-eyed when the stretching sensation grew too strong. Once she was firmly planted, Momo started to ride him properly – bouncing up and down, causing her massive tits to cascade, gasping and hissing in bliss as she bulged her taut tummy around his monstercock. An actual bulge! She stroked her hand over it, fighting the urge to roll her eyes back in a slutty ahegao and failing entirely: she looked like a hentai babe, moaning and groaning between clenched teeth as she fucked his cock faster and faster – whump, whump, whump! – rocking the bed beneath their ferocious sex. She took his cock past the halfway point, past three quarters – but for now, that was her limit, the size queen dildo slut defeated by Izuku's meat.
So he took matters into his own hands. Momo was surprised by Izuku grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her back. His eyes were filled with desperate desire, watching her tits bound and jiggle from the impact. She gasped and tried to cup his face between her palms, but then he hoisted her thighs up in a mating press and RAMMED into her. Momo's lips pursed, and her eyes spilled back in another tear-oozing ahegao as Izuku started to slam her on his bed. Perfect! He was totally perfect, and for tonight he was all hers. Momo wobbled and jiggled and rocked under Izuku, crooning her total submission, gushing slick juices all over his pounding cock. His balls smacked her ass with every thrust, and those thrusts grew more and more frantic as Izuku worked himself into a state of blind ecstasy.
"Izuku..!" Momo finally managed to grasp her lover's face and gaze into his green eyes. "You're my first. Hah..! Don't be afraid…fuck me like you mean it..!"
For a moment, Izuku's eyes softened – but then he pitched forth and started to thunder-fuck her cunt, smashing his ass down on her own and sending out wobbles that spread up her doughy thighs and into her tits. She fondled her rapidly bulging belly, fumbling with it, trying to jerk Izuku off throuh the wall of her stomach. She didn't need to, of course: her insides were more than good enough for the rampaging stud, slamming against her cervix and hosing precum into her womb with every thrust. He took out his lust on the squealing Momo until the damn first, and they came in tandem as he bloated her belly with cum. Glut! Glutttch! Glurrrccch! Each shot swelled her more. Momo clamped her hands over her tummy and gurgled in bliss, squirting all over Izuku's pelvis and balls, never breaking eye contact with her perfect lover.
An outside viewer would have been shocked to see Momo's body all but vanish beneath Izuku's own, her round asscheeks pancaked under his crashing hips, her sweat-glossed belly and wobbling tits revealed for brief instants when Izuku lifted his rear – only to vanish once more, driven deep into the bedsheets by another powerful thrust. His balls kept pounding her asscheeks, making her tight pucker wink and clench under a dribbling tide of seed.
They fucked all night, in every conceivable position. Far beyond the point of exhaustion, Izuku and Momo pounded each other into oblivion: against the wall, on the bed, standing with Momo hoisted in Izuku's arms, her tits bounding in his face… Soon jizz drenched the floor, the walls, and the furniture, and still they kept thrusting, moaning, gasping in ecstasy.
This was much better than lonely study nights.
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In the morning, Momo kissed Izuku's thighs and murmured incoherent pleas for him to fuck her. Neither of them could speak anymore: their exhaustion was simply too great. Izuku caressed Momo's hair, and when he slipped a thumb into her mouth, she suckled on it adoringly, but his cock was totally flaccid.
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On the next floor, Kyouka Jiro bit her lip and held her earphone jack to her clit. It vibrated ferociously, schlicking her silly while her right hand plunged three fingers deep inside. Her eyes wavered in their sockets, her teeth on edge from countless masturbation sessions throughout the night. She'd drenched her bed and passed out from cumming more than ten times, but still she pleasured herself listening to Momo's sex. She'd always had a bit of a crush on her taller, smarter, more beautiful friend, and imagining her being roughfucked by Izuku was…a strange kind of thrill. The more she imagined what they were doing together, the more she found herself wondering what it would be like to be in Momo's position: slammed and pounded senseless by Izuku's powerful body, treated like an absolute whore all night long…
Fuck. Maybe Momo was interested in a threesome? Kyouka bit her lip at the thought – and yelped as another orgasm overtook her. By the time she'd stopped squirting, she lay limp on her bed, sparks leaping from her earphone jacks, her tongue drooping from the side of her mouth. "Hunngh…"
Of course, Kyouka had no way of knowing that, right at that moment, all her female classmates were lying awake in their own rooms, thinking the exact same thoughts.