Enjoying Golden Week with Grass Wonder (Umamusume)

You stand in the quiet ryokan room overlooking the cherry blossoms in full bloom, the Golden Week holiday stretching out like a promise of indulgence. Grass Wonder sits cross-legged on the tatami mat across from you, her long light brown hair cascading over her shoulders, that distinctive small white mark right in the center catching the soft afternoon light filtering through the shoji screens. Her light blue eyes, flecked with cyan highlights, lock onto yours with that firm will she carries so effortlessly beneath her friendly smile. The gold buckle on her right ear gleams, a shield-shaped thing with a dark blue ribbon striped red in the middle, silver chains dangling and brushing her skin with every subtle shift. She's wearing a simple yukata, loosely tied, the fabric thin enough to hint at the curves beneath, her American birth forgotten in the way she embodies this ideal Japanese beauty her parents instilled in her.

It's Day One of your Polynesian sex, the rules crystal clear: observe only. No touching, no release, nothing but eyes drinking in every detail for the next seven days of Golden Week. Your cock twitches already in your pants, but you clench your jaw, forcing stillness. Grass Wonder's gaze roams over you slowly, starting at your face, tracing the line of your jaw, down your neck, lingering on the rise and fall of your chest under your shirt. She tilts her head slightly, the chains on her ear tinkling softly like wind chimes, and her nostrils flare as if catching your scent, clean soap mixed with the faint musk of anticipation building since you both agreed to this.

"Look at you," she says, her voice friendly but edged with that unyielding determination, like she's appraising a rival on the track. "Strong shoulders. The way your thighs fill out those pants... I can see the muscle flexing when you shift. Bet they'd feel solid pinning me down." Her words hit low, making your balls ache, but you hold back, eyes fixed on her. You take in the smooth column of her throat, the way her yukata gaps just enough at the collar to reveal the inner swell of her tits, full, pert, nipples already hardening into dark peaks against the fabric from the room's cool air. The scent of her skin wafts faintly, fresh green tea and something floral, like sakura petals warmed by sun. Her legs fold neatly, but you imagine the firm ass beneath, the long runner's thighs that could crush you if she wanted.

She leans forward a fraction, yukata slipping to expose more of her chest, the valley between her breasts deepening. "Your arms... veins standing out like ropes. I'd love to feel them wrapped around me, but not yet." Her breath hitches, light blue eyes darkening as she studies your crotch, where your cock strains visibly now, the outline thick and insistent. You fight the urge to adjust, sweat beading on your lower back from the restraint. Her own body responds, thighs pressing together subtly, a flush creeping up her neck, but she doesn't touch. The air thickens with unspoken hunger, the tatami's woven texture rough under your knees as you both sit there, observing, the day's sun dipping lower outside.

By evening, as you both strip to underwear for fuller viewing, her in a simple white bra and panties that hug her hips, you in boxers tented obscenely, you circle each other slowly on the mats. Her ass cheeks flex with each step, round and tight from endless training, the fabric riding up to show the crease where thigh meets glute. You note the faint tan lines from her racing gear, the way her belly is flat and toned, navel a perfect dip you'd tongue later. She stops in front of you, hands at her sides, letting you stare at her bra-strained tits, the areolas faintly visible through the thin cotton, nipples stiff like bullets. "Your cock's leaking already," she murmurs, friendly tone laced with tease. "That wet spot... It's making my pussy throb just looking. But we wait." The sound of her voice, soft and breathy, mixes with the distant festival fireworks popping outside, your pulse thundering in your ears.

Night falls, and you lie side by side on the futon, lights low, still observing in the dim glow. Her hair fans out like silk, that white mark stark against the brown strands. You trace her face with your eyes, the high cheekbones, full lips parted slightly, exhaling warm air you can almost taste, sweet like rice candy. Her legs shift, panties dampening visibly at the crotch, the outline of her pussy lips camel-toeing the fabric. Your own cock throbs painfully, pre-cum soaking through, the musky scent rising between you. No masturbation, hands stay at sides, fists clenched. She turns her head, eyes meeting yours. "Day one's almost done. Your balls must be so full... I can see them hanging heavy. Mine too, pussy lips swollen, clit begging. But tomorrow..." Her words trail into a low hum, the vibration in her chest audible, fueling the fire.

Day Two dawns with birdsong and the smell of rain on the horizon. Now touch and taste allowed, everywhere but genitals and lips. Grass Wonder kneels before you first, her fingers, callused from reins but gentle, trailing up your calves, thumbs pressing into the muscle, kneading slow circles. The texture of her skin against yours is electric, warm and slightly damp from morning humidity, her touch firm like she means to claim every inch. "These legs," she whispers, leaning in to drag her tongue along your shin, flat and wet, tasting salt from your skin. The wet smack of her mouth echoes softly, sending jolts straight to your denied cock. You groan, hands fisting the sheets.

Your turn. You start at her feet, dainty but strong, arches high from running. Fingers trace the bones, then your mouth follows, sucking each toe clean, the faint tang of clean sweat on your tongue as she gasps, toes curling. "Oh, that tickles but... deeper," she urges, voice friendly encouragement turning husky. Up her calves, hands squeezing the diamond-hard muscle, tongue lapping the inner curve, smooth skin tasting of lotion and her natural warmth. She spreads her legs wider, but you skirt her panties, instead burying your face in her thighs, nose pressing into the soft flesh, inhaling the heady near-genital musk without touching. Her hands thread into your hair, pulling lightly, the silver chains on her ear brushing your forehead coolly.

She explores your chest next, palms flat over your pecs, thumbs circling nipples until they pebble hard. Her mouth latches on one, teeth grazing the bud, sucking with wet pops that make your hips buck involuntarily. Spit trails down your sternum, cooling in the air, her breath hot and ragged. "Taste like man," she mumbles against your skin, tongue swirling lower to your abs, dipping into each ridge, the scrape of her teeth leaving faint red marks. You reciprocate on her back, fingers spanning her shoulder blades, mouth tracing her spine, salty skin under your lips as she arches, ass clenching. Around to her sides, tongue on ribs, hands cupping the undersides of her tits without touching nipples yet, feeling their weight heavy and full.

Armpits next, hers smooth-shaven, you lift her arm, nose diving in, licking the sensitive hollow, tasting clean sweat sharpened by arousal, her moan vibrating through her body. She shudders, thighs rubbing together. She does yours, tongue thorough, the tickle making you hiss, cock dripping steadily now, balls churning with pent-up load. Feet, thighs, backs, necks, you map her completely, tastes blending: sweet skin, faint salt, her shampoo's herbal note. Evening brings mutual massages, oiled hands gliding over asses (squeezing cheeks, thumbs teasing cracks without penetrating), tits (palms rolling the undersides, thumbs flicking edges), every touch building the ache, no relief. Sleep comes fitful, bodies spoons but hands locked away from crotches, her ass grinding back instinctively before she stills with a frustrated whine.

Day Three: Kisses allowed, a little. Lips meet tentatively at first, breakfast tea still on her breath, soft and yielding. You capture her mouth, tongues shyly touching, the wet slide tasting of shared restraint. Kisses pepper her neck, collarbone, sucking marks into the skin, her pulse hammering under your tongue. She kisses your jaw, ears, biting the lobe gently, breath hot and minty. "I want to devour your mouth," she breathes, but pulls back, only a little, per rules. Full body kisses ensue: her lips on your thighs, inches from cock, teeth nipping inner flesh, inhaling your balls' heavy scent without contact. You kiss her belly, navel, the tops of her breasts, tongue circling areolas but not nipples. The frustration mounts, kisses turning hungrier, sloppy with saliva strings breaking as you part, her light blue eyes wild.

Day Four: Sensitive areas open, nipples, inner thighs, perineum edges, but no genitals. Grass Wonder straddles your lap facing you, bra discarded, tits bouncing free, heavy C-cups, pink nipples thick and erect. Your mouth latches on, sucking hard, tongue lashing the bud while teeth graze, her milk-salt taste flooding you as she grinds air above your cock, pussy heat radiating. "Bite harder," she demands, friendly voice cracking, hands pinching your own nipples, twisting until you growl into her flesh. Fingers probe her inner thighs, stroking up to the crease, thumb pressing perineum without dipping in, feeling her asshole clench nearby. She returns it, finger circling your taint, pressing the spot that makes your prostate throb indirectly, her mouth on your balls' outer skin, no, wait, sensitive only, licking sack wrinkles, tongue flat and insistent, musky flavor making her hum approval.

You flip her, ass up, spreading cheeks to tongue her perineum, nose in crack, asshole winking but untouched deeper. Her turn: you on back, her face between legs, tongue everywhere but shaft or hole, inner thighs bitten red, nipples sucked raw, the air thick with your scents mingling, sweat slicking bodies. Edging without mercy, climaxes hovering but denied, sleep with her tits in your face, nipples brushing lips.

Day Five: Passionate acts, no genitals still. Sixty-nine without direct contact: her pussy hovers over your face, lips swollen and glistening, clit peeking, scent overwhelming, tart arousal dripping onto your chin as you tongue her ass fully now, rimming deep, probing with tongue tip, her hole musky-sweet clenching around it. She deepthroats your fingers, gagging wetly, while humping air over you. Grinding bodies, tits sliding on chest, cocks and pussies rubbing thighs or bellies, slippery pre-cum and pussy juice smearing. Fisting hands, not in holes, thrusting fingers into mouths, spit everywhere. "I'm dripping for your cock," she pants, friendly facade shattered, will firm as steel. Orgasms denied by sheer force, bodies trembling.

Day Six: Resist. You separate, her to the onsen, you hiking trails. Texts tease: "My pussy's aching without you." Solitude torments, cock leaking constantly, her nipples chafing clothes. Evening reunion tense, barely touching, eyes promising war.

Day Seven: Freedom. You crash together, her yukata ripped open, tits spilling. Cock slams into her soaked pussy, walls gripping like a vice, wet squelch filling the room as you pound missionary, her legs wrapped, heels digging calves. "Make love to me!" she screams, nails raking back. Balls slap her ass, her clit grinding your pubes. Flip to doggy, ass high, you rim her first, tongue fucking hole sloppy, then cock in pussy, thumb in ass. She squirts, piss-tinged juice soaking sheets from intensity. You pull out, she pisses on your cock golden stream hot and acrid, then sucks it clean, throat bulging. Back in, breeding deep, cum erupting in ropes, her orgasm milking every drop. Collapsed, sweat-slick, scents of sex heavy, cum, piss, sweat, bodies entwined as Golden Week peaks in bliss.

Your cock is still buried deep in Grass Wonder's spasming pussy, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling around your shaft like a velvet fist, milking the last thick spurts of your cum from your balls. The room reeks of it all, sharp tang of her squirt mixed with the salty musk of your load leaking out around your base, her piss from moments ago adding a warm, ammonia edge that clings to your skin and the soaked futon beneath. Her light brown hair sticks to her sweat-damp forehead, that white mark stark against the strands, her light blue eyes half-lidded in post-climax haze as she pants against your shoulder, the gold buckle on her right ear pressing cool metal into your neck with each heaving breath. The silver chains tinkle faintly, a delicate counterpoint to the wet slurp as you shift slightly, your combined fluids squishing audibly between your joined bodies.

"Haah... that was... everything," she gasps, her voice that same friendly lilt but raw now, throat hoarse from screaming your name earlier. Her firm will shines through even in exhaustion, she clenches her pussy deliberately around your softening cock, drawing a groan from you as fresh sensitivity hits. Your hands roam her back, fingers digging into the muscle earned from track sprints, feeling the texture of her skin slick with sweat, tasting salt when you lick her shoulder. She's heavy on you, tits mashed flat against your chest, nipples still hard nubs scraping with every micro-movement, her thighs locked around your hips like she owns you.

You roll your hips experimentally, stirring your cum inside her, the creamy froth bubbling out to coat your balls and her ass crack. The sensation is obscene, hot, slippery, her inner walls fluttering from the overstimulation. "More," she demands, lifting her head, cyan-flecked eyes locking on yours with unyielding hunger. Her mouth crashes onto yours, not the teasing kisses of days past, but a full invasion, tongue thrusting deep, sharing the flavors of cock, pussy, and cum from when she sucked you clean mid-fuck. She tastes like victory, tart pussy juice on her lips, your pre-cum lingering.

She pushes up, breaking the kiss with a string of spit connecting your mouths, and slides off your cock with a lewd pop, your spent load gushing out in a thick white river down her thighs. The sight hits you hard, your cum glazing her swollen pussy lips, clit peeking red and angry, asshole twitching from the thumb-fuck. Your dick, half-hard again already, twitches at the view, slick with her cream. Grass Wonder grins, friendly mischief in her eyes, and scoots back, knees spreading wide on the tatami to present herself fully. "Look what you did to me," she says, fingers parting her folds, dipping in to scoop cum onto her tongue with a slurp, the wet smacking sound echoing. Her taste-test moan vibrates the air, nipples tightening further as she savors the mix, salty semen, her own tangy arousal.

Your cock hardens fully watching, veins bulging, head purple and shiny. You lunge forward, no words needed, mouth diving between her thighs. Tongue spears her pussy first, lapping your shared mess, bitter cum blended with her sweet-salt nectar, the texture creamy and viscous sliding down your throat. She bucks, hands fisting your hair, pulling hard enough to sting scalp. "Eat it all, every drop you pumped in me." The gold chains on her ear swing as her head thrashes, tinkling against the wet sounds of your feast, slurping folds, sucking clit into vacuum, probing her cum-filled hole deep. Her asshole next: you rim it thoroughly, tongue circling the puckered ring, tasting faint bitterness from your thumb earlier, pushing inside to fuck the clenching muscle. Piss residue lingers faintly, sharpening the flavor, making your cock leak anew onto the mats.

Grass Wonder's thighs quake around your ears, the firm muscle clamping your head, her scent overwhelming, sex-sweat, cum, the earthy hint of ass. She grinds shamelessly, friendly chatter turning to dirty commands: "Tongue my hole deeper, make it sloppy for your cock." You oblige, spit-fucking her ass while fingers plunge her pussy, churning cum into froth that drips down your wrist. Her orgasm builds fast from days of denial, body arching, tits jiggling, nipples begging untouched. She squirts again, clear jet hitting your chin, tasting mildly piss-tinged as you swallow greedily, the hot splash soaking your neck.

Panting, she yanks you up by the hair, shoving you onto your back. "My turn." Straddling your face reverse, her ass descends, cheeks spreading to smother you, pussy and ass hovering then pressing down. You tongue both holes alternately, her weight pinning you, the texture of her taint grinding your nose. She leans forward, mouth engulfing your cock in one go, throat relaxing to take balls-deep, gag reflex conquered from practice sucks earlier. Wet glucks fill the room as she throats you, saliva cascading down your sack, pooling at your asshole. Her tongue swirls the head on upstrokes, tasting residual pussy, humming vibrations making your balls draw tight.

Her ass flexes above you, hole winking as she grinds, your tongue delving deep, feeling ridges inside. Fingers join, hers probing your ass now, one slick digit breaching, curling to your prostate with runner's precision, milking pre-cum in steady pulses. The dual assault, throat-fuck and prostate massage, has you thrusting up, fucking her face sloppy, tears streaking her cheeks but eyes fierce over her shoulder. "Cum down my throat," she gargles around your shaft, voice muffled, friendly will unbreakable. You do, balls contracting with a roar, flooding her gullet rope after rope, her swallow audible, gulps pulling more out. Excess spills from her lips, dripping onto your thighs.

She rises, face glistening with spit and cum strands, hair tousled wildly, white mark askew. No pause, she impales on your still-spurting cock, riding hard, tits bouncing wildly, nipples tracing arcs. Pussy squelches cum-lubed, walls vise-tight from orgasms. You grab her ass, spreading for deeper thrusts, thumb back in her shithole, double-penetrating. Her moans peak, body slamming down, clit grinding pubes. Another squirt soaks your groin, her piss mixing as she loses control, golden warmth spraying your belly, the acrid heat pushing you over again, second load erupting into her depths.

Collapsed side-by-side now, bodies tangled, futon a wreck of fluids, cum puddles, squirt stains, piss spots darkening the fabric. Her head on your chest, nipple brushing your arm idly, you feel her heartbeat sync with yours, sweat cooling sticky between you. The ryokan's air hums with distant Golden Week revelry, fireworks booming like aftershocks. Grass Wonder traces your abs with a finger, scooping mingled cum to suck clean, eyes meeting yours. "Week well spent," she murmurs, friendly smile returning, but her hand drifts to stroke your cock lazily, hinting rounds aren't done. Your balls ache deliciously empty, cock twitching under her touch, ready for whatever her firm will demands next. The holiday's sun sets outside, but your night burns on.

Your hand slides up Grass Wonder's sweat-slick back as she strokes your cock back to life, her fingers slick with the fresh mix of cum and squirt coating your shaft, the texture velvety from her pussy's cream. The room's lanterns cast flickering shadows on the walls, the scent of sex heavy and cloying, musky cum, tart pussy juice, the lingering sharpness of her piss sprays, mingling with the faint cherry blossom incense from the garden outside. Her light blue eyes gleam in the low light, cyan highlights catching the flame, that firm will in her gaze promising no mercy even as exhaustion tugs at her limbs. The gold buckle on her right ear shifts as she leans in, silver chains brushing your chest coolly, tinkling softly against your skin.

She pumps you slow at first, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head, the wet schlick audible in the quiet night. "Still hard for me," she says, voice friendly but laced with hunger, her breath hot on your neck, tasting faintly of your load from her earlier swallow. Your cock throbs in her grip, veins pulsing under her callused palm, track hands that know pressure. You retaliate, fingers diving between her thighs, finding her pussy a sopping wreck: lips puffy, hole gaping slightly from your fucks, cum oozing thick and white. Two fingers plunge in easy, curling to her g-spot, the squelch loud as you finger-fuck your deposit back into her, thumb circling her clit, swollen nub slick and hot, twitching under pressure.

Grass Wonder moans low, thighs clamping your hand, her free hand pinching her own nipple hard, twisting the dark peak until it reddens further. "Finger my ass too," she demands, shifting to present both holes. You oblige, third finger breaching her asshole, loose now from tongue and thumb, gripping greedily, the inner heat dryish but lubed by runoff pussy juice. Double-stuffed, she rocks on your hand, tits swaying heavy, the slap of flesh on thigh building rhythm. Her strokes on your cock speed up, fist tight, twisting at the crown, balls tightening as she edges you expertly, no cum yet, per her control.

Night deepens, fireworks from Golden Week festivals popping distant booms that vibrate the tatami. You pull her atop you, sixty-nine again but filthier, her ass and pussy smothering your face fully now. Tongue spears her asshole first, fucking deep with broad laps, tasting bitter ass-musk blended with cum traces, her ring clenching rhythmically. Pussy next: lips sucked into your mouth, clit battered by tongue flicks, her squirt from before replaced by fresh gushes of arousal flooding your beard. She throats your cock relentlessly, nose buried in your sack, inhaling balls-deep, gag spit drooling down to your taint. Her finger joins yours in her ass, mutual fisting tease, knuckles bumping inside her.

She cums first, body shuddering, pussy contracting on nothing as asshole spasms around tongues, a fresh piss squirt arcing uncontrolled, hot stream hitting your chest, soaking hair, the acrid warmth running rivulets to your mouth. You lap it mixed with pussy drip, swallowing the taboo cocktail, cock erupting down her throat unbidden. She gulps it all, humming satisfaction, excess bubbling from nostrils. No break, you flip her to all fours, cock slamming pussy raw, balls slapping clit with wet thwacks. Her ass cheeks ripple, you spread them wide, spitting on her hole before shoving in thumb-deep. "Do my ass next," she begs, friendly tone shattered into whoreish plea, pushing back.

You pull out, cock glossy from pussy, and press to her ass, head popping past ring with a burn, her hole stretching tight around girth, velvet heat sucking you in inch by inch. The grip is vise-like, hotter than pussy, her moans guttural as you bottom out, balls nestling her taint. Pounding starts slow, building to brutal, hips snapping, ass flesh jiggling, the squelch of lube-less friction turning sloppy with prostate-milked pre-cum. She fingers her pussy furiously, clit mash audible, tits swinging pendulous below. Your hand wraps her long hair, yanking back, arching her spine, the white mark flashing as head snaps. Chains on ear jangle wildly, matching pace.

Anal orgasm rips her, ass clenching death-grip, milking your cock dry in seconds, your load blasting hot ropes into her bowels, overflowing to drip down her pussy lips. Collapse forward, your weight pinning her, cock plugging cum in ass as you both pant, sweat pooling in the dip of her back. Midnight chimes from a distant temple bell, but rest is brief, her hand reaches back, stroking your softening shaft. "Piss in me," she whispers, firm will unquenched. You do, bladder releasing mid-cock-in-ass, golden stream flooding her guts hot and forceful, bloating her belly slightly, the overflow bubbling out foamy white-cum-piss mix down her thighs. She shivers, cumming again dryly, walls fluttering.

Hours blur in rounds: pussy-fuck prone-bone, her legs pinned wide, clit thumbed to squirting frenzy soaking futon further; tit-fuck with spit-lube, her sucking head on upthrusts, cum glazing cleavage; foot-job tease, her toes curling your shaft, arches stroking balls while you eat asshole; even standing against shoji screens, her bent over, cock alternating holes, glass rattling with thrusts, her piss spraying window in arcs during climax.

By pre-dawn, exhaustion claims edges, bodies bruised, skin marked red from bites, nails, slaps. Spooned now, your cock nestled her ass crack, half-hard plug, her hand lazy on your balls, massaging gently. She grinds back idly, pussy dripping residual onto thigh, scents peaking: ass-cum, piss-dry, sweat-crust.

Sun crests horizon, golden rays piercing the shoji screens, warming sweat-crusted skin.