Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 53

 Lately, thanks to my father’s absence, I’ve been able to enter the library freely.

Browsing through the shelves, I’ve found various old texts claiming that the period up until February is the peak season for gourmet dining, or that Japan’s climate was never originally meant to be easy to live in. I have no desire to be boorish enough to actually verify these claims, but I do find myself wondering about them in my own way.

The morning news mentioned that the first gale of spring—the Haru-Ichiban—is expected to blow. February is ending; spring is coming.

Yes, the season where coats aren't needed is approaching. The era of "naked coat" antics is over, only to be replaced by an increase in revealing clothing, which I find equally tiresome. People who actually possess a physique worth showing off are rare; I wish others would consider the distress of those of us forced to behold the skin of people we don't even like.

If I happen to stare occasionally, it’s not that I’m looking at you. Through observation, I am simply creating a different person within my mind to adore. In short, it’s no different from enjoying a character in an anime or manga.

Haa... a sigh escapes me. In spring, the scents of nature grow heavy, the humidity in the air increases, and I feel truly lethargic. People might think I sound like an old man despite being a middle schooler, but that’s just how it is.

I had hoped my libido would naturally decline, but it seems to have built a fortress of its own with no sign of crumbling.

And so, on this Monday morning of the first spring gale, I received a visit from the voluptuous older woman next door—the person who was my "first."

It was only 6:00 AM. The lingering scent of a light rain still clung to the ground. She pushed forcefully past the front door I had just opened, the protrusion of her nipples visible through a thin cardigan.

"Yuu-kun," she said to me. "I want to do it today."

What is she talking about this early in the morning?

"He’s coming back into the country tomorrow," she continued breathlessly. "So... today might be the last time for a while."

Right, her husband is coming home. Good for them. But Mayumi-san kept rattling on with the intensity of the spring wind.

"So, so... let’s do it now."

"Um, Mayumi-san, please calm down."

"I can't! Lately, you’ve been acting like this and running away, haven't you? It’s embarrassing to say, but... my pussy has been trained by your size, Yuu-kun. I probably won't be able to feel good with him anymore. So... please."

She had no shame left. Well, in that case, I thought, and I pulled her into an embrace.

"There are better men out there than me."

"If I find one, I'll go to him. But today, do it with me."

Haa... I guess there’s no stopping her. While I was thinking this, Mayumi-san began rubbing my crotch. She declared, "I don't need foreplay," and got down on all fours herself. "Put it in. Hurry, put it in now!" she shouted. Left with no choice, I lowered my pajama pants, stroked my penis into a semi-erect state, and rubbed it against the slit of her plump pussy.

Her pussy, already wide open and loose, sucked my penis right in. Mayumi-san let out a deep sigh.

Everything was syrupy and wet. With every movement, a white, foaming liquid splattered from her pussy like leaking oil. It was hot and felt good. Once I was fully erect and hard, I thrust violently to the base and pulled out slowly, over and over. Her buttocks began to sweat, and Mayumi-san, who had been enduring it, started to groan.

I slapped her behind.

"More! Slap me more!"

It felt like training a beast. Her anus was twitching. While pinning her hips down, I thrust my thumb into her anus, and she let out a shriek—"Aaaahhhh!"

She let out a series of incoherent, messy cries and went limp. I flipped her over, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and inserted myself again.

"Where do you want it?"

"Nn... put it inside. On my uterus... put it on my uterus!"

"Are you okay with... pregnancy?"

"Ahn! It’s fine... because he’s going to hold me tomorrow anyway."

So she’s planning a "cuckoo's nest" situation? I thought. It was a troubling thought, but for now, I grabbed her breasts roughly and stimulated her nipples. She moaned that she loved that, so I swung my hips with all my might, hoping she would just finish like this.

Fortunately, Mayumi-san climaxed with a look of satisfied bliss. She asked, "Did you go too, Yuu-kun?" and I gave a vague, non-committal answer: "Yeah, a little."

Regardless, she seemed to have enjoyed the "real thing" for the first time in a while and went home in a good mood.

Left alone, I got into the bath. While washing my parts—which hadn't actually finished—I couldn't help but feel it was all a bit of a chore. At that moment, I realized I still hadn't lowered the screen I'd left open the night before. But even that was too much effort, so I left it be. While showering, I stroked myself until I climaxed; it felt like a purely physiological function, no different from using the toilet. Then I stepped out of the bath.

On a morning like this, no one would be peeking. Besides, I told myself, no one stands to gain anything from seeing me naked.

But... if I could peek, I wondered what I would feel if I saw Mayumi-san and her husband together through a window. When Yulia-san dragged me to that hotel and I watched through the glass as she was continuously creampied by those men, I thought, I don't like this.

When it’s a pornographic video viewed on a small screen, it’s exciting. But in real life? Yeah, it’s disgusting.

And yet, if my lust is stimulated enough, I’m still capable of putting it into a pussy stained with the messy semen of multiple men and reaching climax. I suppose I’ll get used to it eventually.

Pondering such things, I began preparing for school. It was the morning of the start of spring.

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