"Where is she…?"
You looked at your watch as you anticipated your date. You both had an agreed time to meet, but after several minutes you began to worry that she may not even show up at all.
It was unusual for you to date someone from a whole other school, especially with the reputation that women at Hebijo Academy seemed to hold. But when you both met at a manga cafe, you couldn't help but feel an attraction to her tired, nervous eyes, or the blouse that hugged against her bosom. As she tried to hide behind this purple stuffed teddy bear with dead eyes, she still showed a sign of adorable nature, and you couldn't resist the sensation to ask her out and get to know her better.
Given how worried she seemed to be upon such a simple request, you were surprised that she even agreed to meet again. You were happy, excited even. But there was also a side to her that you could sense hiding under all of that gothic lolita apparel. You didn't think you were going to see that until you went out with her enough times, but you were willing to hold on for as long as you could, just because you felt so strong about her personality.
You felt you needed to look your best just to meet with her, as she looked so well dressed on her own accord. You saw her a few times at the cafe before, though she was wearing her school uniform at all those different points. It was only when she showed up in what you assumed to be attire for a social gathering that you paid her further attention, and couldn't help but meet with her.
But now you were greatly worried that you might end up being stood up by this purple haired beauty, feeling like such a chump for even daring to try and court her…
"Gaaaah! I don't need further help! You can stop pushing me already!"
You overheard a cry from the other direction, watching as Murasaki was pushed along the sidewalk. She was wearing a backpack and that same gothic lolita outfit from the last time you met her, which made it seem as though it was a more common outfit in her wardrobe rather than anything she could dress in for special events. Behind her were two other girls, each with blue and green heterochromia eyes, shoving her in your direction. It was hard not to cock your head to the side as you observed the scene, wondering now if she was being forced by her friends to reach you for the day of events.
"Look, you were the one who said yes just to make him happy," said the brunette. "Now go and have fun!"
"Hee hee~! I hope you guys get into some fun later on," the blonde said, a chipper smile on her face. "It's all anyone wants, after all."
"Speak for yourself, Ryona…" growled the brunette.
"Oh~? And what are you going to do about it later, Ryobi, hm~?"
The pair finally gave the purple haired girl a sharp shove into you before running off, catching her in your arms as you watched them leave the scene of the crime. You stared blankly at the spot where they once stood, wondering how they could rush off in such an instant.
"Is…everything okay here?" you couldn't help but ask.
"Y-Yes, it's fine…" Murasaki whimpered as she tried to look up into your eyes, her eyelids fluttering as you could see that she was trying to glance away. You could see that she was a rather shy individual, traits she showcased when you first spoke with her.
Once Murasaki regained her balance, she bowed to you, though it was clear that her hands were wringing about now that she lacked anything in her hands. With no bear to cling to or hide behind, she clearly felt as though she was at a loss, needing something to do with herself even as she greeted you in such a fashion. Merely folding her hands together amid the bow was not enough for her.
"I'm so sorry for being late," Murasaki said, "I didn't mean to hold you up for so long. I just had cold feet and I couldn't bring myself to leave my room, but the twins came and they made me come out here and-"
Murasaki paused, biting her lip as she realized how hyperactive she was in explaining herself. Even as she had a look of panic in her eyes, you couldn't help but laugh, finding her shy mannerisms too cute to ignore.
"It's fine, really," you insisted. "But now that you're here, I can let you decide what we should do first?"
"M-Me? Decide?!" She gulped, looking at the ground in a panic as you heard her mumbling to herself. "So much pressure, so much pressure…"
"O-Okay, don't worry," you insisted, patting her shoulders to help her look up at you. "I can choose the first thing instead. How about we head off to see a movie?"
"A movie…?" Murasaki said, clearly in thought right away. "W-What sort of movie is it?"
"Nothing much," you shrugged. "I thought, given the date, we could see something a little romantic…"
"W-Well, maybe that could put me in the right mood…"
As you took Murasaki's hand, watching her shiver and tremble in a way that only innocent anime characters could, you led her off to the movies in the hopes that it could at least be a good experience for you both.
##
It didn't turn out too badly, thankfully. Murasaki couldn't help but grab a lot of the hot items at the concession stand, as she claimed that it 'all smelled so good'. You couldn't disagree, but as you could only sniff the subtle buttery and salty flavor of popcorn, you had no idea there was anything else in such a heated state. Well, perhaps there was one thing…
While Murasaki seemed to have a good sense of smell, you felt that you had a good read on body language. The purple haired girl certainly did act shy and bashful, perhaps to a fault, but as you both watched the movie, you sensed a jitteriness from her thighs. She placed her hands between them, even with such a big skirt on top of them, with a lot of shifting about in her seat. Her eyes were glued to the screen the entire time, almost refusing to look away, even at you.
To say nothing about how tightly she gripped the armrests of her chair, so much that you were almost afraid to share one with her once you heard quiet cracking.
"Th-That was a good movie," Murasaki confessed as you left the theater. "Thank you for taking me."
"You're welcome," you said with a smile. "It's always fun to hang around you."
"Is it…?" Murasaki looked away to hide her blush. "But it's only our first date…"
"Yeah, but…well, I guess you never noticed me at the manga cafe until the last time when I asked you."
The purple haired girl whimpered. "I'm sorry, I never meant to ignore you!"
"It's fine, really!" you insisted. "I just figured you were too invested in the stories."
"I-I might have been…" Murasaki twiddled her thumbs, acting as though she were trying to avoid dredging up a topic of discussion. "There were…ideas…I took from the stories."
"For what, exactly?"
"W-Well, um, I um, uh…" It was oddly cute how she stammered, scratching her cheek while trying to muster enough courage just to blurt out what it was she had been trying to get off her large chest. She quaked so much where she stood that her body trembled, enough that you couldn't take your eyes off of how her breasts jiggled underneath her outfit.
You did your best to maintain reassurance with the purple haired girl, resting your hands on her shoulders to try and keep her from causing an earthquake on the ground. "Come on, whatever it is, you don't have to worry about offending me. I can handle it."
"It's just that…the manga I was reading through was full of rather…dirty things!"
You watched her eyelids tighten through her confession, your mouth agape. You had no clue those were the materials she was reading out in the open of the manga cafe. And while she might see it as something more humiliating, you couldn't help but feel a rise in respect for her in doing so. How she got away with it for so long, you would probably never know.
But then you asked, "Is that…where you thought this date was going?"
"D-Don't most dates…?" Murasaki gulped. It was slowly starting to occur to you just how sheltered she was becoming if those hentai manga were her source of how to build a proper relationship with someone.
"Not always, but…I have to admit, I was going to take things slowly between us." You rubbed your hand behind the back of your head. "Buuuut if that's the sort of thing you're into, then I think we could go there after just one date."
Murasaki's purple eyes lit up. "Do you mean it?!" she gasped with excitement.
"Sure!"
Even as you witnessed her growing confidence, Murasaki's eyes still shifted about with some level of concern. "C-Can we do it at your place?" she asked sincerely. "I don't trust my classmates or sister to leave us alone enough to go back to my place."
You were fine with that, but you had one question: "Where do you live that those sisters could eavesdrop on you?"
##
You eventually arrived back at your place, your heartbeat increasing as you allowed Murasaki inside. You had never let a woman inside your place, feeling incredibly nervous about how she might react if she were to look around your abode.
Murasaki hummed to herself, as though she had the same thought. She was trying to look past the messes around the space, as she felt it was her fault that you didn't get enough time to tidy up.
"Y-You have a lovely place…" she said as she followed behind you.
"Thank you, but you don't have to be so modest about it," you said, heading to your bedroom.
"Yes, but…o-oh! Wait, where are you going?"
You took the first step up the stairway, halting as the purple haired woman shouted to you with a concerned look on her face. "Um, I was about to go up to my room, I figured that's where we were going to do stuff."
"Oh, well I thought we would stay in the living room and prepare for a little bit," she admitted, twiddling her thumbs once again. "I have…I have some manga that we could use for reference."
"M-Manga? Reference??"
Taking the backpack off, Murasaki poured the contents onto your sofa, stunned by the contents she brought along for your date. You didn't think too much about the materials inside, wagering it was makeup and other stuff, not hentai that she managed to get from the manga cafe.
You gulped, looking at the covers while Murasaki rummaged through the pages of one of the books. As you looked at the art style, you had to admit that for as good as the panels depicting raw, feral, aggressive sex, you felt that this was out of your league to perform. The motions were exaggerated for peak arousal, and you were more than certain you couldn't pump your hips into her hard enough that her backside would be so bouncy.
Still, as eager as she was to do all of this, you didn't feel as though you could deny her any of these wild ideas. It was perhaps much better to encourage her. And maybe you would learn something through the process as well.
Breaking that ice, you spoke up, "Well, where should we start?"
"Well, I th-think that oral would be the best way to go," Murasaki gulped, standing up from her seat. She began to undress herself, your eyes gawking at her body now that she was so quick to get down to her bra and panties.
"You took that off rather easily," you said.
"I've had practice," admitted a blushing Murasaki. "I-It's a long story…"
Before you could ask how she could practice her clothing removal, but not sex, she already leaned into you to undo your pants. You were defensive for a brief moment, as it was not normal for you to deal with on a regular basis. The purple haired woman squatted between your legs as she pulled your cock out, her lips quivering as she stared directly at it. It was slowly growing clear to you that she had never seen one of these before, or if she had a toy of it, the first time witnessing a real one.
Now that she caught it, she had no real clue where to go from there. It was as though she hadn't expected to get this far.
That was when Murasaki chose to reference one of her books, pointing to a page where a dark skinned girl with glasses had her breasts sandwiched around a cock, with his load already blown all over them.
"I don't know," you said, "can you act as tough as her?"
"It's not about the attitude," Murasaki confessed, "but more about the act itself."
You weren't quite certain how that made sense, but you also thought you were recreating the panels more than the actions. Either way, the purple haired woman started pumping away at your shaft, tugging away at it until she was certain you hit your peak. Once you were at full mast, she undid her bra to let the cups drop, freeing her breasts with an obvious jiggling bounce. After they fell, Murasaki held them onto your cock, imitating the manga as best she could while holding onto her jugs from the bottom.
Keeping them closed in on your shaft, Murasaki began rubbing them up and down, giving a light massage to keep it started. You heaved through your teeth as you gripped your sofa seat, feeling a bit of heft on the massage. It was a tough call, because you didn't want to make her feel bad, but you spat onto her breasts to place on your cock, letting it spill between them so that it could smooth your cock and get a little hint of lubrication.
After a while, Murasaki hummed, thinking about what else she could do to help out now that she knew her tits alone weren't going to be able to do the job. She decided that if your oral fluids would be enough, that she should just lean into your member and soak it on her own. With her tongue out, she reached it down to your crown once her breasts left the upper part of the shaft, then licked away at it while allowing her saliva to slide down her tongue to cover your skin flute. She lathered the tip before pushing down to the glans, only getting so far while she continued her interest in teasing your rod with her boobs until you were ready to explode like in her manga.
You groaned through your lips, keeping quiet while enduring her motions all the while. She was talented with her mouth, you couldn't deny that. She had practice, though with what you weren't certain. So long as she didn't have any ideas regarding the strange teddy bear she used to carry around the cafe.
Still adamant about the use of her breasts, Murasaki took the saliva that built up from her mouth and pumped away at the staff, moving harder and faster just to get you to climax. She looked up at you to look at your expression while she did so, trying to overcome her shyness all the while. With your dick given so much attention by your purple haired date, it was swelling up from all her work, unable to ignore how much she loved your shaft. She tried to nibble on your member, eager to give it more than just a lick, and it seemed to be what finally caused your heat to spike up.
"Ungh!"
With your chin against your chest, you tensed up, your thighs squeezing in as you felt the rush of blood cause you to go over the edge. Even with the obvious signs that you were ready to erupt, Murasaki kept her mouth and tongue near your member, all while you hoped she knew what would happen within the next few seconds. Sure enough, she flinched as your seed shot out of the urethra, a gasp from her mouth as most of your creamy fluids hit her mouth, the rest ending up on her face somehow.
"Oh…it didn't sit on my breasts…" she sighed. There was a little hint of happiness once she realized there was still a little bit of milk left from within your staff, even if it hadn't been collected in the same manner as the manga she felt inspired by.
Murasaki quivered as she felt the flavor of your seed land on her tongue, trying to gulp it down before helping you off the sofa. You were taken by surprise from the pull, but as Murasaki yanked off her panties and kicked them into your face, it was quite evident what she was expecting.
"P-Please?" Murasaki asked, her legs folded and feet on the seat as she spread her folds apart. "It's only fair that you reciprocate, right?"
You couldn't argue with that; she deserved some pleasure, if not a little build up, before you both pushed on to the next phase of intercourse.
Leaning into her pelvis, you were able to reach your tongue against the labia, lashing away as you heard light shivers and squeaks coming out of your date's mouth. Murasaki's body scrunched up a bit as she felt you licking away, trying to push your tongue within her tunnel to fully fill it up, see how far you could get inside her.
"P-Please be gentle…" Murasaki whimpered, keeping her hand close to her chest. With her feet on the sofa, you could see that her toes were curling in, a signal to you that whatever it was you were doing was working well for her. You squeezed your hands in on her thighs to make sure her legs remained parted while you tongued her tunnel, eager to make sure that she didn't try to close her box off from you while your tongue already resonated within her.
As you pushed deeper, you could hear Murasaki's voice spike higher, a little squeal of pleasure pushing through her teeth. Even if her face barely changed into anything short of that shy expression on her face, you picked up tells quite easily as to how she was enjoying herself. If any changes in demure occurred, she would likely tell you otherwise.
"N-Not so fast," Murasaki said, as though to illustrate your point. You hooked your arms around her legs as you pushed your tongue slower within her muff, bouncing your tongue about as you collected fluids from the hole as she continued to process her nectar. The flavor was rather unique, though you took notice of how it had started off as a thick and grooling nectar, only to thin out to a much watery fluid the more intense her heat became.
Both hands went to Murasaki's mouth as she tried to muffle herself, her body stammering as her ass shifted barely an inch on the sofa. Even with your tongue going into her canal, it was starting to grow obvious that she was getting too wet for you to keep up with, as her juices started to leak onto the seat from around your tongue. It led to a moist spot on the couch that you knew you would have to clean that up later on. Unless you could convince Murasaki to perform that task later, but you would have to wait until you were both worn down enough for that.
"Mrrrrrph…!"
Murasaki grabbed your head, shoving it into her pelvis by force. Her legs squeezed in on your head, giving you a surreal sense of tranquility as you felt the force coming from her thighs, as though your mind was telling you that if she somehow crushed your head in, you would be perfectly fine with that being the way you go out in this world. Her grip was tight, fierce, yet struggling, as though she were fighting off her urges compared to the embrace you gave to your cock just moments ago. You continued to flicker away vehemently at her hole, watching her tremble harder as she squealed so high in pitch it concerned you that your windows might shatter.
"KYUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUNNNNH…"
Murasaki let it all out, her fingers digging into your skull as her legs flew out and hung in the air while pushing against her torso. As she let her fluids gush out of her pussy, you felt yourself get hit with the pressure of a squirting climax, unable to shield yourself as you dealt with an immense waterboarding, as unintentional as it might have been. The couch was even more wet thanks to your face shielding it from going further, though you were far beyond worried about cleaning it so long as your cock grew hard really quickly out of interest in her wild climax.
By the time you wiped your eyes of the fluids, you were able to see at last how Murasaki glowed in her state of post-orgasmic delight. Even as her face refused to shift away from its shy state, you could see that she had an immense amount of pleasure from such delight, as you were able to help her out from what you could only assume to be a long dry period where she had yet to unleash her sense of pleasure.
"W-Wow…oh my goodness!" Murasaki first sounded as though she was about to compliment you for your help in satisfying her, but quickly jumped up off her seat. Not only did she seem to grow worried after looking at how drenched you and your shirt were, helping you to take it off. It would have been funny in a setup for sexual hijinks, but now that you were both warmed up for further action, it seemed almost pointless, other than to make sure you were as naked as your purple haired date.
"Um…I think we should be good to go for the bedroom, right?" you asked with a smile. "Wait, are your manga books okay?"
Murasaki pushed you up the stairs so you could lead her there before you grabbed a look at the books she brought. "L-Let's nevermind that," she said, "we should definitely move to another room!"
You took her upstairs, with Murasaki hopping on top of it. Laying back, she allowed her breasts to sag to the side, her pussy still leaking out fluids after your oral recognition. She was clearly ready for your cock properly, though you could see that she still brought a few manga with her likely for reference.
Chuckling, you asked, "Is this another thing you want done from the books?"
"Yes, please…?" Murasaki asked, sounding unsure about if what she was doing was normal for any other sexual scenario.
"So how do you want me?"
"L-Like this…" She pointed to another panel, with you humming as you studied it. This wasn't difficult to choreograph, but the angle was from behind the male as he knelt on top of the girl, his hips dropping down on her while the balls slapped against her body. Her legs were rolled up against her, with her feet managing to wrap around his neck while she held a pillow to her face.
"I feel like that should be left to the climax of sexual fun," you said with a shrug, "but what do I know."
Murasaki moaned, flipping through the book for something else. "Th-Then how about a lift and carry?"
You could see what she wanted as clear as day; her body folded against your body while you held her in the air, pumping away at her holes all the while. You thought you could do that, though even you had to admit that you didn't think you had the strength to hold onto her for long.
Still, you grabbed Murasaki as she held her legs over her head, awaiting you to lift her up. It was tough to do, but you managed to pick her up, placing her directly on your cock. You heard her shiver as she did her best to wrap her arms around you, clinging for dear life as you tried not to drop her from this point.
"Mmmmgh, it feels so good," Murasaki whimpered. "It's stretching me out. I had no idea you were so thick…"
You definitely felt her canal tighten on your member, though that seemed less to do with just how small her hole was compared to your shaft. Now that it was sheathed within her, she seemed to clamp down on top of it, using her muscles to squeeze in on the dick. Even so, the clench didn't make it impossible to move around inside, as you were able to pump away while feeling the back end of her tunnel stretch the more you spelunked. You did, however, feel like you were pulling a small bit of her out of the labia given how it felt on you.
Despite her legs folded between your bodies, Murasaki was able to wrap her arms around you, pushing your head down so that your face could meet with her bosom. It was rather surprising that it took this long for you to meet her breasts in such an intimate fashion, never taking the time to squeeze them or motorboat them until the purple haired woman forced it onto you.
"Yes, yes, that's it, you're doing…so well, mmm, it's so nice…I've never been used like this from another person…"
Murasaki's words at least confirmed to you that she's had practice with some toys before this point. Even so, she felt new to the whole experience, as though she were expecting you to know how to do almost everything. You were trying, but it was still a lot of work to break her in just for yourself. You pumped away regardless, feeling her fluids leak out of her hole as it dripped down your balls. You were getting a little loss of breath as she suffocated you against her giant marshmallows, though it was hard to tell her that when she was so caught up in arousal that she was holding you down throughout.
"Mmmmgh! Harder, harder, p-please, go harder on me! Don't be afraid to get…rough…"
You listened to her, but she still sounded so shy about being reamed like this on a first date. You had no clue how badly she had been practicing with this, but she had been longing for this moment ever since she discovered those manga.
As your arms grew tired, you backed Murasaki against the wall, holding her up for support as you had a better means of pumping away at her pussy rather than having all that support on your own. You were finally able to pull your head up from her bosom, free to gasp loudly for air once you surfaced. She was a surprisingly strong woman, despite the lack of muscle, and you had to wonder where she was getting that strength from.
As you pumped away vehemently into her snatch, you could feel your crown pushing up against the cervix, coming so close to puncturing it if you could put enough effort into doing so. She rested her chin against your shoulder as she clung to you, as though her life depended on it. She was ready to burst, clamping down on your member while you churned her fluids from the tunnel. The floor and your legs were starting to get hit with the drenched juices, with the purple haired woman unable to hold herself back from such a heavy blitz of spurting substances.
"W-wait wait wait wait," Murasaki moaned, her voice rising in pitch as she felt close to cumming, "I'm not ready to cum just yeheeeeeet~!"
Quivering in your arms, Murasaki held onto you for dear life as she felt her fluids gush from the hole, leaving your cock a drenched slab of meat while the juices spurted away immensely from within. The pressure was not as strong as you felt it could have been, had you not been ramming into her snatch and sheathed it up all the while.
Once Murasaki relaxed her hold on you, you finally let her down as you let her feet down from against her torso. You could almost see where her legs were on her breasts, with light pink markings that soon faded away. She fanned her face as she panted, a distant stare in her eyes that was still somewhat different from the shy expression that she normally had. She seemed to never experience that level of orgasmic high, and it was clear.
"So what else did you want to do?" you asked, waiting for her to come down from her high before she could give a response.
"M-Maybe I should try being on top for a change…" Murasaki patted down on the bed, waiting for you to come on top of it. You did, sitting atop the mattress so that your back was on the headboard and Murasaki could get on your lap. The purple haired woman did so, squatting on your cock until it pushed away inside her pussy.
Once she fully sat down, your date let out a heavy sigh before she rocked away at your staff, slowly getting her back to a state of heat that she could enjoy. There wasn't too much that you had to do while Murasaki sat atop you, as it was all in her motion to work for her own pleasure. Your eyes went to her breasts as she slowly worked against your cock, watching them jiggle lightly at first. As Murasaki rocked harder over time, you could see that motion of her chest becoming less subtle and more obvious, yet still hypnotic and impossible to look away from.
"Just let me know if this is okay for you," Murasaki said, hiding her mouth behind her purple hair. "Don't be afraid to speak up if…if this isn't enough…"
"Mmmh, trust me," you moaned, "you're doing a good job so far."
Grabbing hold of her ass, you gave it a tight squeeze that caused the purple haired woman to gasp. She continued to work hard atop your lap, leaning into the headboard as the pressure applied to your rod, wanting you to cum in her snatch in due time. Her breasts hung in your head once she started bringing the bed into play, utilizing it for support on her end to help in mounting your member and using it for her own personal sense of satisfaction, with your own release of pleasure followed by a close second.
You decided to embrace Murasaki's melons this time around, rather than be suffocated by her jugs, which you took the time to measure even as she hopped on top. You held onto them, watching her face contort while she took your cock, trying for herself to see if she could take what you had in mind while riding you at the same time.
Your head leaned into Murasaki's chest, squeezing her orbs into your face as you inhaled their odd aroma. The scent was as though she sweated out a rather sweet fragrance, which you couldn't identify but enjoyed the smell regardless. To your date's failure to realize, it was certainly doing something for you, acting as an aphrodisiac to help keep you going after more time was spent with her.
Though you could hear Murasaki begging you to do something to her tits, you couldn't quite make it out as you failed to focus on her voice. Even with your ears uncovered, you weren't sure what she might have been requesting, acting on your own impulses rather than taking orders. You figured this was the one time that you could get away with doing as you wished this one instant.
Once you pull your head away, you let your mouth clamp down on her nipple, giving it a light suckle. As Murasaki felt you chew at her nub, she inhaled through her nostrils before exhaling, a pause in her motions before she quaked on top of you.
"Are you okay?" you asked while your teeth remained on a nipple.
"Fine, fine," Murasaki replied. "I've just…ough…I can't remember a time when someone would play with my breasts so thoroughly…"
"Who else would play with them…? Ngh!"
As though she intended to avoid the question, Murasaki dropped her ass harder on your shaft, hoping it would be enough distraction to keep her from answering. It was working well, as you were hoping to take control away from her in order to give her a proper lesson on how to get plowed. In the meantime, she pulled you back into her breasts, suffocating you as she continued to keep you from thinking about who else might have been at her chest over the years. Perhaps those twins that pushed her forward from before.
When Murasaki finally let go of your head, you held your mouth open for a heavy gasp of breath, only for her to find another way to take your breath away, and literally. She locked her lips onto yours, taking you by surprise when you met in such an intimate matter. Your eyes were wide with shock, though you were especially left stunned with how she forced her tongue all the way inside.
She was really happy with that, enough that her ass drops to your lap came to a sudden halt. Instead, she grinded away at your shaft, hoping to make it move around inside her tight snatch. While it didn't work as she had hoped, she still knew she was getting a rise out of you, as your shaft continued to tease away at the hole separating her canal from her reproductive section.
"P-P-Please, darling," Murasaki said, trying to butter you up while her sweat dripped on top of you, "fill my pussy with your seed! Make my womb your property by getting inside of it! I-I never knew how badly I needed…this…mmmmph!"
Murasaki jolted on your lap, her hands quickly pushing against her groin as her head cocked to the side. She was reacting to the obvious jab against the cervix, not able to protect herself right on the spike. You were starting to grow adamant in getting in there and breeding her, even if this was your first time.
Slowly, you grew curious. You decided that it was time to top the purple haired woman yet again, though you felt you might need some help. Reaching out for Murasaki's books, you managed to swipe one while she weighed down your lap, checking it to see if you could get any inspiration. The fact she didn't stop you seemed to give you a good idea that she was hoping you could find something else to attempt.
You managed to find a page on pure chance, but as you scanned the panels, you could see that you and Murasaki were exactly where you needed to be. All that had to be done next was to recreate it.
"HAWAAAAAAA!"
Murasaki cried out as you grabbed her waist and sat up, then shifted to the side of the bed. Once you were standing up, you lowered Murasaki so that her shoulders rested on the ground, holding onto her legs as you spread yours outwards. You grinned down at the purple haired woman, watching her breasts sag towards her face as she laid in such an awkward position.
"Wh-Wh-What are you doing?" Murasaki asked, her voice cracking as she panicked.
"The book called it a spread eagle," you said. "It's a silly name, but it's not all that different from the mating position."
Your cock was already inside of Murasaki, so you didn't need to reposition yourself that much. Instead, you began squatting downwards into her pussy, your hips clapping against her pelvis as your cock slammed into her cervix deep within. Your date could no longer whimper, as the strain of your dick against her cervix was becoming too much for her to ignore. Her mouth was left wide open as her voice warbled in heated agony, clawing at the floor while her legs folded in. You could see how her toes were curled in, a move you were not unfamiliar with. It was hard to see her face past her breasts, as their awkward angle upside down made it look a little more amusing than anything.
Murasaki soon folded her arms against her breasts, just to keep them close to her and avoid getting in her face. You were able to better see her bashful eyes, how they looked past her bosom and into your eyes. She was barely keeping her mouth shut all the while, letting every short squeak and yelp of pleasure escape her lips while you both heard the impact of skin hitting skin. Even from this angle, her ass was shaking from meeting with your own body so aggressively, incapable of stopping as your balls were squeezed between your bodies.
"KYEEEEEE!"
Even as you held onto Murasaki by her ankles, your grip was not enough to make her stop squirming around. Your cock had finally popped through the cervix, breaching her womb as you felt the crown get stuck against the entry point. Even as she was trying to shift her body around just to fight off the discomfort running through her body thanks to your maneuvers, you were still drilling into her body, your rod sheathed inside the tunnel in the hopes of filling her reproductive organs up with your spunk.
The expression in her eyes shifted, looking somehow more pleading, as though she became desperate for this to end. You could hear it in the squeal that raised in pitch over several seconds, at last ending on a note of depraved begging.
"HMMMMMMGH! Breed me breed me breed me breed me breed meeeeeeeeEEEEEE!"
When her voice wailed like a banshee, it was quite evident that she was at the end of her rope, unable to hold herself back. With her pussy pointed in the air, you ended up getting hit by her geyser, as her juices spurted out wildly onto your balls and dick. A puddle quickly built up around your feet, getting near your bed even as you churned at the purple haired woman during her wild climax.
At long last, when you hit your peak, you felt your back arch as your eyes rolled back, teeth clenched as you finally found yourself ready to drain your balls. With your crown inside her cervix, you unleashed your seed, pumping away profusely as your shaft's veins beat away with the blood keeping you so stiff. With your sack depleted, however, you weren't maintaining that erection for much longer.
You collapsed on top of Murasaki, laying atop her without realizing that you had her folded up. As your chest rested atop her boobs, you watched as life came back to her eyes, even if she still looked shy to be around you. Then, a slight laugh left her lips.
"What's so funny?" you asked.
"Nothing," she said. "We just ended up in the position I wanted, is all."
Indeed, once you took another look, you realized you had made it into the mating position, all from being so worn down from the many climaxes you both had. Once you noticed you laughed along with Murasaki, leaning into her to have a kiss. The embrace lasted for a while, with the two of you breaking it off after half a minute.
"Do you th-think you can still go?" Murasaki asked.
Smiling, you reared your hips back. "Let's go ahead and find out."
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As you bashed your hips into Murasaki while laying in the mating press, you did your best to be careful with her stomach, as she was still pregnant with your offspring. Even then, she had her legs wrapped around you so intensely, yet she still never told you where all that strength came from other than 'club stuff' that she still did after classes.
"Yes, yes, my darling, give me another baby!" Murasaki begged, pulling you into her as she pushed your back down for dear life.
All you could do was chuckle, even as you tried to slam your hips into her while your upper body was in her grasp. "We haven't even had our first one yet," you laughed, "calm down."
You hadn't even realized you were ready to unload until your last slap against her pussy, balls hanging as you punctured the cervix in the nick of time. Your seed filled her womb up easily, your mind already imagining the little swimmer making their way through the tubes to meet with her eggs. Murasaki met you with a squeal that she immediately muffled with a kiss, her body trembling under yours as she let her fluids burst through the canal. You were ready this time, as you left a towel on the floor. Even then, it was severely soaked with the fluids you two had been leaving behind, as you barely left the spot in your bedroom all day.
Funny enough, this was the same spot eight months ago that you were in this position.
Once you were finished, you rolled off of Murasaki, letting her sit up. With one hand resting on her belly, she used the other hand to reach out for another manga in the stack next to you both. "Now then", she said, clearing her throat, "what position should we try next?"
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