Jezza's Plethora Of Straight Smuts

Great With Her Hands (Itsuka Kendo)

Break time. Hell yeah.

1-b wasn't all bad, at least not as trash as Monoma made it look to be, but... break time was still a welcome sound.

Kendo, the big sister of class 1-b, approached you.

Kendo: Hey there, Y/N.

Y/N: Hey Kendo.

Kendo: You know you can call me Itsuka, right?

Y/N: Yeah.

Kendo: Anyways, I've been getting this nasty feeling, and while I'm normally not the one to trust Monoma I think he has valid advice.

Y/N: What's the feeling?

Kendo: It's a bit embarrassing. Can we go somewhere, alone?

Y/N: Okay.

You give her a hug, she scoops you up in her massive hands. She tries to pull your areas together.

Y/N: You know what you're doing, right?

You point to what she's doing.

Kendo: Yeah. Can I, please?

Her requests get more lustful by the second.

Y/N: Yes.

She runs to the nearest classroom with you.

You both undress.

Y/N: Wait. Do we have-?

She brandishes a container of pills, two taken it seems. You knew you could trust her to have actually taken them.

Kendo: Let's go.

She aggressively strokes the soft hose, making harder, oooh fuck, Ohh more.

Kendo: You like?

Your moan was the only answer she needed, she started to stroke it harder, yet slower.

Y/N: Ohh my. Ooo, fuck, aaaa.

She stopped and laid back, she tapped her hole and said...

Kendo: Come on, satisfy me.

Y/N: Whatever you say.

You jump on her, grabbing her head while sinking deeper into her.

Kendo: Ooooooo yeah oh.

She said, grabbing you firmly.

You made it all the way in, Kendo showing no signs of discomfort.

Kendo: What are you waiting for?

You raise up, and back down, and slow to a crawl on the way down. Letting her feel every inch of you before coming back up.

Kendo: Ooo, oh. Sh- oh.

You found your hands doing nothing much.

Y/N: What say, these hands do something to you?

Kendo: Yes. Ohhh.

You plant both hands on her breasts and begin moving your hands and fingers around.

Kendo: Oh fu- oh, keep your hands th- Ohh

Y/N: They're not going anywhere.

Your hands move to the side of the breast, thumb still pleasuring them.

Your head comes down towards her, you prepare for a kiss, she gets excited and enlarges her hand to pull you in.

Her tongue assaults the gatekeeper, demanding entry, and is given what she she desires.

You pick up the pace a little bit, leading to her moans becoming frequent and louder. Or they would be had your mouth not been there.

Your thumb becomes faster in its circular motions, causing Kendo to squirm, unable to take in the pleasure.

You start to get a bit rough, manhandling her in different ways to pleasure you better.

Kendo: Fu- Ohh gonna- oh fu- cu- ahh Ohh.

You know what she wanted to say.

Good I am too.

You pick up to a ferocious speed, penetrating her and handling her breasts as if she were yours.

Kendo: Ohh fu- oh my. Fu- shi- oh

She makes the face, telling you that she's reached it.

'Splat.' Really?

You climax into an unsatisfying splat, but the getting there, Ohh damn, you weren't going to forget that any time soon.

Kendo: That was, Ohh great.

She shivers a bit. Just as the bell rings.

Y/N: Yeah.

Kendo: We are so doing this again, ooo what if I wait until we both get the feeling.

Y/N: Yeah, I get it pretty often. Shouldn't be too hard.

You walk towards class with her, odd looks given by everyone.

Y/N: What?

1-b: Did you just-?

Y/N: Yeah I did. And there's nothing you can do about it.