Izumi felt relief slowly wash through her as her apartment building finally came into view. After such a long day of heroing, all she wanted to do was sit down and relax a bit with her roommates. In fact, it was easy to envision all four of them sitting down, watching tv, and talking about whatever was on their mind, and her thoughts immediately drifted to that cute smile Ochaco always had when she got excited. The instant that flashed through Irumi's mind, the girl had to jerk straight and nervously sweep her green hair back in a futile effort to tame her wild, fluffy locks, hoping no one saw the deep blush on her cheeks.
Even if they did, the train soon came to a stop and let her hurry off in a rush that was probably as damning as her blush. However, all of that worry quickly washed away when she opened the door with gusto, her eyes closed and her teeth beaming in a big smile.
"I'm home!" She declared with pride and heard a familiar round of welcome homes rush over her in a much needed wave. Except, her next few words faltered when she counted four voices instead of five.
There was Momo's happy but reserved tone, Ochaco's warm and bubbly welcome that always made Izumi's heart skip a beat, and Tsuyu's friendly greeting, but, beneath those, there was a voice more masculine and curt that made her hair stand on end. Her eyes snapped open to find all four people sitting on the couch in the living room, squeezing onto the furniture meant to seat three so much that the man in the very middle nearly disappeared beneath Momo and Ochaco on either side of him. Despite having both women leaning in enough to rest their breasts on his ball-like hair and seeming to dote on him while giggling at a joke Izumi just barely missed, the man just looked up at Izumi with a nearly blank expression and took a long, slow sip of the drink in his hands.
"Wh-What is he doing here?" Yet, as the words came from her mouth, it started to feel a little less weird, like he was an old friend coming to visit rather than her creep of an old classmate.
"Oh!" Ochaco jerked up in her seat with an excited smile, "He was kicked out of his apartment and needs a place to stay. Isn't it great?! He gets to stay here now!"
A bevy of emotions and questions all whirled through Izumi at once. Why were they so excited to see him? Why didn't they ask for her input? What happened to Momo threatening to rip his dick off if he ever got close to her chest again? They were questions that started to seem stupid as soon as they appeared, and she couldn't keep herself from giggling after a few seconds at the very thought that she had them. Why would she ever think Mineta was bad? After all, their misunderstandings had only been pranks, bad pranks, but harmless pranks nonetheless.
When she thought back on it, what even was the worst thing he did? Izumi thought she remembered him in her closet one night using her panties to jerk himself off while watching her sleep until his groans woke her up, but that didn't seem quite right. Hadn't he only been sniffing her panties and trying to be quiet because of a dare the other boys made him do? The second worst thing was him slipping beneath her covers in the middle of the night once, but it wasn't like he had tried to grope and kiss her in her sleep. He had only been a little lonely and needed some company.
In fact, the more she thought about it, the more her face took on the same excited smile her roommates had. It would be nice to have a man around the house to break up the monotony, and he was always ready to lighten the mood too. Of course, Izumi couldn't help the nagging worry in the back of her mind that maybe he would be a bit too charming and start to get a bit too friendly with Ochaco, but that also seemed a little silly when she thought about it for more than a second.
"That's great!" She finally echoed after those few moments, "I just hope he can handle being around all four of us all the time. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if we can adjust the shower schedule in the morning to fit you…"
"That isn't a problem," Mineta said without a single pause, "We could always double up in the showers. Izumi and Ochaco, you two could go in first, and I can go in with Momo and Tsuyu."
Izumi's heart suddenly started pounding so hard that she almost didn't hear the end of his idea and nearly didn't let him finish.
"That sounds great!" She blurted out and was so glad that the other three echoed her agreement.
Her mind was so focused on finally seeing Ochaco naked that she didn't see the proud smile on Mineta's face as he took another drink. If she had, Izumi probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. Hell, she probably would have encouraged that smile after such a brilliant idea, but she, along with everyone else, missed the familiar, sinister glint in his eyes. It was the same one he always had when preparing to peep on the girls in the shower or steal their underwear, a sign that would have made any of them shiver with dread if it wasn't all but invisible to everyone who happened to glance his way.
Momo woke up to a familiar warmth rolling through her body. Her sleepy mind was assaulted by pleasure before it could even fully understand what was going on. She felt her resting against her thighs where it had fallen down to rest as she passed out, but it wasn't lying still anymore. Even as a light moan slipped from her lips, her face twisted into a look of utter confusion when she finally realized her fingers were slipping between her own warm, wet lower lips and that her pajama bottoms had somehow been rolled down in her sleep.
In that singular moment before the last cobwebs slipped away from her mind, the young woman almost could have sworn that she felt Mineta's hips bouncing against her butt while heated huffs slipped from his lips and something large and throbbing pushing between her soft, thick thighs and grinding against her pussy. Then, that became nothing more than a silly thought driven away by her fingers rubbing a little faster and starting to push against her trembling entrance. Of course Mineta couldn't be humping her from behind like some little gremlin. She could still feel his tighty whities pressed against her butt where he was curled up against her, and those moans must have just been his light snores that slipped out every so often. Realizing that made Momo's entire body seize up for just a moment and her light moans turn into a brief, strangled yelp.
After so long having the room to herself, it had never slipped through her mind until that moment that she would ever need to be careful about pleasuring herself. She tried to squash down the moans fighting to come tearing out of her down, but the deep, almost aching heat filling her was just building far too quickly. A thick mix of dread and shame mixed with the wonderful pleasure into a feeling that was somehow even greater than any she had felt before. The normally reserved hero could hardly fathom that she could actually be enjoying the risk of Mineta waking up and seeing what she was doing, knowing that she didn't care that he was holding her close while her fingers rubbed more frantically than they ever had before. In fact, her motions only seemed to get more rough by the second, as if she was trying to drive herself to an orgasm so strong that Mineta would wake up.
Momo tried to shake those whorish thoughts right out of her head and clamped her hand tightly over her mouth. Even the muffled cries slipping out seemed far too loud, and she could feel him slightly stir against her back. Her fingers slowly began to slide to the side for some reason she could barely think about, as if someone was pulling her hand away. Her stifled cries came out louder by the second until her fingertips were pressed against her open mouth. In the next instant, a delightful hardness pushed against her wet tongue. It was hard to tell if her reaction was instinct or a sudden rush of mad desire, but the hero didn't waste a single second before wrapping her lips around the digit and hungrily sucking away.
Whatever the reason for her intense reaction, there was no denying just how right it felt to wrap her tongue around it and gently pump it in and out, as if her mouth was crying for the same stimulation her pussy was getting. Soon, every wet schlick was matched by a wet slurp or groaning smack. Those noises grew more thick and desperate by the second with Momo's mouth all but devouring her own finger. All worries about Mineta waking up seemed to vanish beneath the haze filling her mind, replaced by the desire to stick a second finger past her drool-slicked lips.
Drool ran down both her chin and her thighs in thick rivers that were eagerly worked out by her fingers. For the few minutes that it took for that ecstasy to swell up inside of her and fill every inch of her curvaceous body with a thick, melting buzz, Momo was lost in a mindless heaven that she wasn't sure anything could have pulled her out of. There were still a few random thoughts about the boy holding her tight hearing her or feeling her, but they became more welcome by the second. In that heightened state of bliss, she couldn't deny that she would love for the pervy hero to… to… Before she could realize just what it was, her mind was completely swept away.
Behind her, Mineta couldn't hold back the big, sloppy grin stretching across his face. After all of those years, he finally had his cock between Momo's soft, heavenly thighs and could even feel her drenched slit suck against his tip with every thrust. That first moment of slipping past her squeezed together legs and making a hole to caress his large, veiny cock was utter bliss, especially when he felt her question what had happened for a singular moment. Then, he had been humping her with all of his might in small shallow thrusts that had let him grind her perfect pussy into a dripping mess against him. Her hand between her legs had even gently squeezed his tip until he finally angled himself upwards to prod against her entrance, earning a thick coating of his precum.
In the few minutes he managed to squeeze out before the ecstasy became too much, he was so thankful that he had jerked off so much all of the time. Without that, her perfect body probably would have drained him dry in a matter of seconds. Mineta had heard how soft women's thighs could be, but Momo's were a completely different league. They felt like pillows made specifically to wrap around someone's cock or to squeeze hard enough that they would ooze past his fingers. Certainly her ass was made to be squeezed, something he could vouch for as the fingers of one hand clenched like vices into one soft, round globe for leverage.
His other hand was in a position just as wonderful: being caressed by those soft lips and warm tongue in the sloppiest way possible. At least, his fingers were. Feeling the way she lavished those slender digits like she was imagining them as a big, juicy cock made all of the strain of reaching his arm up that high worth it. As the thick rivulets of drool rolled down his hand, he couldn't help but push his fingers down against her tongue and against her cheeks just to stir her mouth up more. Hearing her moans grow louder made his hips shudder a little more.
All of his life he had looked forward to hearing such a sweet sound meant only for him. Of course, that wasn't exactly true, but it didn't keep the young man from bucking a little faster. The more he humped her wonderful thighs, the harder it became to ignore the way her sodden lips pressed against his tip. It was a constant, nagging sensation at the end of every thrust that all but begged him to just slam forward and actually fuck her. Squelch after squelch chipped away at his brain until he couldn't help but move his hand away from that perfect ass to hug her legs as tightly as he could. With that extra bit of leverage, one last buck with all of his might was all it took.
His head finally pushed inside of her in the most blissful feeling he had ever felt before. Just that small amount of his body being inside her tight, hot walls was enough for him to nearly melt away from the sensation, and that was before she reflexively squeezed. A low groan slipped from his lips as he felt a more sticky fluid roll down his shaft, filling him with a delight he had never known before. Mineta could easily imagine all of his old classmates' faces when he told them that he was the one to deflower Momo while she moaned like a whore and sucked his fingers.
Those thoughts drove him to thrust with strokes much more shallow than before, making sure his tip was still slightly inside of her trembling hole whenever he pulled out. His hips became a veritable blur over the next minute, his mind completely consumed with lust, and the light schlicking sound in the air became a fervent squelching. It didn't take long at all before the perverted hero felt his balls tighten and his fingers clench against her body. Between the feeling of her soft skin clapping and rippling against his, her wetness drooling down his cock, and Momo really starting to buck against him with her own intense rhythm, it didn't come as much surprise that the pressure in his cock built so much greater than anything he had ever felt before.
Momo couldn't help but feel the same. Her fingers were digging into her pussy more deeply than they ever had before and absolutely scraped against her walls in a wild grinding. Although, there was the oddest feeling that she was being spread open more than her fingers could possibly manage while an odd ache built in her core. That strange feeling was easily buried deep beneath the pleasure completely consuming her mind. She lost herself in the wild schlicking as the pressure inside of her built up more and more.
It quickly built to a tight ball in her stomach that felt like it was on the verge of bursting but never quite did. The ache inside of her twisted into something almost painful with every moment that passed where the orgasm she expected never came, like her fingers alone weren't enough to work it out of her. That seemed so silly that she might have laughed at it. The hero knew that all she needed was to pump faster and deeper until she was forcing out thick sprays of her juices, creating a damp spot around her thighs.
Mineta could hardly believe just how wet Momo got while her body began to shudder like mad. He could feel the desperation in her muffled moans and the way she shook her hips against him, all but fucking him in an effort to finish. Without realizing it, she was begging for him to cum, begging for him to impregnate her even after all of those glares she used to give him. Those wonderfully filthy thoughts brought him even closer to the edge, his cock twitching hard enough to gently pull at her walls.
It was only when he felt her walls clamp down in a vice-like grip, her body jerk against him, and her mouth stop slurping at his fingers that the young man found it impossible to hold back the feelings welling inside of him. Moments after Momo began to cum around his cock with a heavy spray of her juices, Mineta's hips her pushing flat against her thighs in an effort to push as much of his cock inside of her as possible. As if knowing what he was trying to do, the woman's insides eagerly squeezed him, milking his cock for the first thick drop of his seed.
All thoughts faded from his mind and into a warm pool of ecstasy the instant he let out that first thick rope of cum. After so many years of just letting it all out into the air, he found it hard to believe that he was doing it inside of someone, let alone how great it felt. Mineta could already imagine his cum filling her womb to the brim and quickly taking root along with how happy she would be to be having his child… after a little suggestion of course. He felt a few drops splatter back against him from the sheer force of painting her insides white, but that paled in comparison to her juices rushing around his cock as she came harder than he ever expected.
The amazing rush of heat flowing through them both lasted less than a minute, yet it might as well have been forever. Momo couldn't think of a time she had ever cum that hard or much when her body finally collapsed against the bed in a sweaty heap. Even if she had been a bit more aware of Mineta behind her, she probably wouldn't have noticed him slowly easing his cock back out of her or the small drool of white leaking from her lower lips. Hell, the young hero could barely feel her body as it continued to lightly twitch. By the time Mineta managed to slide himself off of the bed, she was beginning to lightly snore and take her first nap of the day.
Izumi's fingers trembled a little as she undid the buttons for her All-Might pajamas and prepared to take a shower. The girl had barely been able to sleep the night before thanks to the very idea of showering with Ochaco filling her mind and even her dreams. Now that she was standing in the bathroom with the other girl probably just now rising from bed, her skin was coated in a light sheen of nervous sweat. She wasn't sure what to say when Ochaco walked in or whether she would be able to talk either.
Simply letting that top drop to the ground to leave her chest bare was more than enough to make Izumi feverishly blush, but she wasn't even completely naked yet. She tried to yank her pants down before she could overthink everything, but it was a little too late. When her head tilted down, the sight of her own breasts filled her with even more nervousness. They had never been quite as big as she had hoped, but the young hero had always managed a bit of pride in just how cute they were being able to fill her hands and then some when she cupped them. However, they were nothing compared to the big, soft pair that Ochaco had, making up only one half of the succulent curves that Izumi just wanted to—
"H-Hey Izumi," The gentle, albeit slightly stuttering, greeting made her freeze up.
In the span of a single moment, she realized she was bent over enough to show off her butt while her hands were poised to jerk her pajama bottoms all of the way down. Izumi slowly turned her head with a dry gulp to betray the way her throat had tightened up and found Ochaco standing there in nothing but a simple pair of bra and panties and a blush of her own. The green-haired girl tried to keep her eyes on that cute, round face, but there was no stopping them from rolling down to take in a sight she never thought she would see.
Ochaco's underwear was a lot more plain and simple than Izumi had hoped. However, the way they cupped and pushed up those already large breasts was breath-taking. The slight rise and fall of the girl's chest made those mounds move in the most delightful way, almost seeming to strain against their confines. It was a sight almost as sweet as the contours of that flat stomach and the way her hips widened out into a pair of soft, plump thighs that nearly made Izumi drool, especially with the plain white panties struggling to wrap around them.
"Hey, Ochaco," The girl quickly cleared her throat and turned her head, hoping Ochaco didn't notice just how intently she was looking, "Uhhh, are you ready to shower? If you aren't fine with getting naked—"
Her words were cut through by the soft sound of Ochaco's bra falling to the ground. Izumi's head immediately snapped behind her to find the other girl's bare breasts on full display. Ochaco barely paused before bending down and working her panties down her hips with all of the delightful wiggling that entailed, and Izumi had a great view of her heavy mounds shaking from side to side like pendulums. The thought of slipping one of those puffy, pink nipples into her mouth came unbidden to her mind, overshadowed only by the sight of that bald pussy coming into view. To her surprise, there was already a glistening wetness down there so similar to what she could feel sticking to her pajamas.
"Of course I am," Ochaco's cheery tone couldn't quite mask her true nervousness, "I just haven't showered with another girl since I was little, and…"
Izumi's heart skipped a beat when the cheerful hero's eyes cut away and her words trailed off.
"Yeah, same here. It feels a little… uhh… awkward with a friend… if that's…" Izumi couldn't quite finish her thought, her heart already hurting with the denial that was sure to come.
Ochaco didn't answer, leaving the green-haired girl to hastily pull her pajamas down and brace herself for the awkward shower ahead. Except, the instant that fabric slid past her bare slit, the green-haired girl felt eyes burn into it. She paused in surprise for a moment which became a low hum of happiness, but that happiness couldn't quite stop her from wondering if the cheery hero liked the small triangle of hair she so painstakingly shaved. It was a herculean effort to push her swirling thoughts down and take her pants off. With those eyes on her, it was hard to do even the thing she had spent the last fifteen years or so doing on her own.
Just knowing that Ochaco's eyes never left her small, firm rear made Izumi stand a little straighter. A part of her was ready to spin around with the same confidence she used to fight crime and give her crush a saucy wink or… It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't sure what she would even do. Just pulling her friend into a heated kiss out of nowhere would be wrong, but it was the wrong place to talk about something so serious. When the door behind her opened, she was almost relieved to have someone else break the thick tension, only to find Mineta slowly slinking in instead.
"Mineta?" Izumi expected surprise or anger to feel her voice when she saw that small man just waltz in like he pleased, but all that came out was mild curiosity, "What are you doing in here?"
"Watching," He answered, his normally blank face screwing up into a frown.
However, before she could question what was going on, Ochaco spoke.
"Who are you talking to?"
Izumi glanced between Ochaco and Mineta, unsure of how the beautiful girl could miss him and his hair made of purple balls. Perhaps, he was really just that unnoticeable, and she shouldn't worry about it. No sooner than the thought was through her mind, she found herself agreeing with it and thinking how silly it was that she felt weird about him being there at all.
"No one, but I do think we should hurry up and get in the shower before Momo and Tsuyu complain," Izumi could barely believe the sudden boldness that overtook her, even finding the strength to take hold of one of Ochaco's soft wrists to drag her along.
In a matter of moments, the two were standing in the shower with the cascade of water above crashing down on both of their heads and chests. The glass booth barely had enough room for the both of them, forcing the pair to stand so close together that their bodies nearly touched. The confidence that had just filled Izumi faded away as she watched the streams of water course down those perfect breasts. All she could think about was how beautiful Ochaco was and how much she wanted to feel every inch of her body. If only she knew the other girl wanted it too, so she could just reach out and pull her into a kiss.
When Izumi's eyes finally slipped back up towards those beautiful, brown eyes, she was shocked to find a familiar look in them. Her heart skipped a beat, and her throat went even more dry than before at the realization that there was actual desire in that look. Her hands slowly and shakily reached up to rest on those slick shoulders, taking in just how wonderful and warm they were. Ochaco never moved to stop her, not even when she pulled the girl closer.
The instant their breasts touched, Izumi could have melted into a puddle of happiness. Ochaco's nippples felt great sliding against hers, and she learned first hand just how soft those heavy mounds were. She tried to keep her gaze focused on those beautiful brown eyes, but it was impossible to keep herself from looking down and marveling at how her own breasts were practically swallowed up. Soon, their bodies were pulled tightly together, save for— Izumi could barely think it before the other girl was arching her back and fitting the last piece of the puzzle together.
At that moment, the green haired girl could only think about how soft and warm Ochaco was. Her skin was so smooth and smelled so sweet that Izumi couldn't help but lean forward until her nose was buried against that wonderful neck, that brown hair grazing her forehead like she always imagined it would. One deep breath was all it took to make Ochaco's surprised mewl twist into little moan with her own hand reaching up to press down on the back of Izumi's head. That gentle pressure was all the encouragement she needed to nuzzle in and take in as much of the smell as she could. It was as sweet as her crush was and just as gentle with no perfume to mask it.
She started to push her head upwards a little more in answer to those sweet, needy moans. Her very being yearned to know what it would feel like to kiss Ochaco all over, how her body would flex with every jolt, and how it would taste. Without thinking, her tongue began to slip out instead. It was only when she gave a long, slow lap from the girl's collarbone to the hollow of her neck that Izumi realized what she did and that Ochaco's groans hitched at the sensation. It sent a shock through her that forced the haze settling on her mind back which gave her clarity once more. Even as her crush's equally sweet taste lingered on her taste buds, she pulled away and took a deep, shuddering breath.
"Ochaco… I know this is a weird place and time to say this, but… I've liked you for a long time… Ever since I met you in fact. I know this is an easy situation to lose yourself to, so I just want you to know… err… Well, you already know now, so I want to ask if you will—"
A single finger was all it took to end Izumi's painful attempt to speak. However, the sweet and excited smile that she saw next would have been enough to render her speechless regardless.
"I know, and I like you too. But… How do I say this… I don't really want a relationship right now, not a steady one at least. If you're fine with it, I've been thinking about seeing if you wanted to fool around some and help me with my… urges. I guess I already have my answer."
The pair just looked at each other for a few seconds in total silence before a smile slowly formed on Izumi's face. In a flash, her hands were on the back of Ochaco's head and pulling the other girl into a kiss. Their lips crashed together with a wet smack and a sharp jarring of their noses, but neither of them seemed to notice. Izumi was completely lost in the feeling of those plump lips against hers and wondering how something so pillowy could press so firmly. Despite so many nights imagining losing her first kiss to wonderful, cute hero, it barely occurred to her in that moment that her dream was coming true.
Everything in her mind quickly disappeared beneath a heated rush of excitement that she hadn't felt before, not even when she imagined Ochaco during her many nights with only her toys and fingers to keep her company. Although, her imagination couldn't compare to the real thing. As their lips started to open and smack together more and more by the second, a taste filled her mouth that was sweeter than she ever could have imagined, and the warmth of their breaths mingling together was never something she considered before. Every little detail from the tingling of her lips to the way Ochaco gently ground against her made Izumi's mind struggle to feel the warm water cascading over them or her back slowly getting pressed against the cool glass behind her.
Her entire world became that long, heated embrace once their tongues finally touched. Izumi had never kissed anyone before, but that didn't keep her instincts from guiding her own tongue on to play against Ochaco's. With every rough, shaky movement that made the warm, wet muscles slip together or gently bat against each other in a little, playful fight, it became glaringly obvious that her crush never had either. Perhaps if her mind wasn't so hazy and slow, she would have wondered why someone so inexperienced would do something so intense and daring. Then again, those thoughts would have been driven from her mind regardless.
After only a few seconds of their deep kiss, Ochaco shifted her body to press one soft leg against Izumi's crotch. The green-haired girl stiffened and gasped around the tongue filling her mouth, barely comprehending how so much pleasure could roll up her from just that single touch. Every single bit of her pussy was rubbed when that leg gently ground up and down, even her clit. A single movement was all it took to make her legs shake and nearly give out while the warmth in her mind completely exploded. There was an odd mix of intense ecstasy flaring through her from her clit being smushed and a low, sweet pleasure from having her outer lips massaged.
All of it only made Izumi's body cry for more. Her hips instinctively jerked forward to grind a little faster and deeper, and she felt her own juices smear against the silky skin. She briefly wondered if that was a little bit too lewd and what Ochaco thought about it, but the leg against her quickly matched her own pace. In moments, they were bucking against each other in a feverish attempt to make her cum. So much pleasure shot through her in a matter of moments that her brain could hardly fathom it. Knowing that all of it was real and not just in her mind, that the leg she was basically fucking was attached to the girl of her dreams, just made all of it so much sweeter.
Yet, as the ecstasy quickly swelled to a familiar peak and filled her body with a needy ache, Izumi couldn't help but dislike it. Yes, Ochaco was moaning into her mouth from their hot and heavy kiss, but she knew that the other girl deserved to feel just as great. She found it hard to move her hand down into position however. Her elbow either banged into the glass, or her hand couldn't quite reach down past that pillowy soft thigh at its angle. Then, she felt something else press against her pussy that was long and thin just before she felt a heated gasp slip into her mouth.
It felt like fingers beginning to rub against her with none of the finesse she was used to. Izumi almost thought it was Ochaco at first with the girl moving her leg away as if to make more room, but there were still two hands holding her close. She tried to move away to see who it was, only for the hands to pull even more tightly. However, it didn't take a genius to consider the only person she knew small enough to have easy access to her pussy and still feel his warm breath on her thigh. The strange part was… she didn't hate feeling Mineta's touch.
For as poorly of a job he did finding all of her sweet spots as his fingers glided across her slit, there was an eagerness and pace that couldn't be matched. She could feel how he was exploring her and trying to understand what made her shiver and groan, or, perhaps, he just wanted to feel every inch of her for his own selfish reasons. Whichever it was, there was no denying the pleasure swelling up through her. Nor could the young hero deny how much Ochaco was trembling against her and arching her back against the heat rolling up her spine, already barely able to stand what she was feeling.
If Izumi wasn't so happy for her crush, she might have been a little jealous. As it was, it was enough of a delight to feel the way that tongue faltered against hers and how those fingers clenched against her hair. Their kiss only became more intense by the second, as if Ochaco was trying to find another use for her mouth that wasn't just moaning, or like she needed to simply feel something else inside of her mouth. The green-haired girl was more than happy to comply, matching every rub and little clash with one of her own that was even stronger.
In no time at all, she was completely lost in the wonderful buzz filling her body from head to toe. With every second that passed, the fact she was standing became even more of a miracle thanks to her legs feeling like jelly and shaking like mad. The fact that Mineta was the one rubbing against her lower lips slowly faded from her mind, replaced by the fantasy of it being Ochaco's fingers. That single shift was enough to nearly send Izumi over the edge, and her hips jerked forward hard from the sudden explosion that rocked her body. She felt the way the finger hooked up at her a moment too late.
There was an instant where the pressure built up against her before immediately falling away into a sudden fullness. All on her own, the girl had forced Mineta inside of her, but that revelation didn't stop her from thrusting again. It took mere seconds for one finger to get buried all of the way up to the second knuckle and fill her with a hardness her pussy desperately called for. Except, that one finger didn't quite feel like it was enough. Try as she might to stop herself, Izumi started to buck against the perverted boy's hand in an effort to grind the small digit against her insides and work out the pleasure she needed.
It only took a few humps before a second finger was pushing against her slit and sliding inside, followed by a third. That third one was enough to make her gasp and go completely stiff as her entrance lightly ached from how much it was starting to stretch open. Thankfully, Mineta never tried for a fourth, instead contenting himself with matching her now shaky gyrating with pumping of his own. All three of those fingers together managed to push against her walls almost as much as some of her bigger toys, even if they weren't quite long enough to scratch that itch deep in her cervix.
It certainly didn't take him very long to learn exactly what to do with them. Each finger rubbed in a different direction to massage every last inch of her insides, and the way they moved with a mind of their own made it impossible to predict what was going to come next. There was never a moment where she didn't get surprised by one finger scraping against her while another gently rubbed or the medley of other ways he found to stir her insides up. The pleasure flared through Izumi much faster than she ever could have believed and quickly drowned her mind in that white-hot feeling.
Soon, the only things she could feel were Ochaco's body against hers and the fingers moving non-stop inside of her. A deep ache built within her that made her tremble like mad against the other girl, her hips bucking feverishly as if she was trying to fuck Ochaco. Her lips were barely able to stay locked in that kiss from how much she moaned, but there was nothing in the world that would have forced her to pull away. Beneath the haze filling her while she was forced to the edge, Izumi felt her crush stiffen against her.
The sudden spray of warmth against her crotch nearly made her jump. Ochaco's lips stopped moving in favor of the long, hot groan she let out, and those soft hands tightened their grip on the green haired hero. Knowing that her crush's first instinct as she came was to hold her tight like she wanted to become one was all it took to drive Izumi over the edge as well. Her own arms squeezed with all of their might just before that final wave of bliss washed over her.
The next minute flew by in an oddly stretched blur. Her mind struggled to hold onto every last second for dear life, refusing to let each precious moment orgasming in tandem with Ochaco go to waste. Despite how hard it was to drag thoughts above the warm glow settling over her, she tried to memorize every last sensation that her body could feel, no matter how many miles away they were. Then, all of it slipped from her fingers bit by bit until she was back in the real world with warm water flowing over her and Ochaco still holding her close.
Even after both of them stilled and only their labored breathing filled the silence, the pair didn't break apart. Their lips didn't quite press together as much as they rested against the other, and it almost felt like Ochaco was just leaning against her for strength. In that moment, there was nothing Izumi wanted more than to be her rock and to hold her up like a good hero should. Sadly, her own legs were like jelly, nearly making her slide down the glass against her back. Then, without warning, the soft girl pulled free and gave Izumi a shy but happy and excited smile.
"That was amazing," Ochaco whispered and quickly fumbled for the soap beside her as if trying to find something to look busy, "I can't believe you know how to use your fingers that well."
Izumi opened her mouth to correct her new lover, but her face immediately screwed up in confusion. The certainty that someone else had been the one to finger them both suddenly faded away. When she thought back on that moment of passion, everything came in such a soupy haze that she wasn't sure of anything other than how amazing it felt. Then, a small flicker of pride welled up in her chest at the realization that all of her masturbating had finally paid off, and she managed to give Ochaco a saucy wink.
While the girls both struggled to make out their foggy memories, Mineta strolled out unseen. A big grin was on his face as he licked the sticky juices from his fingers, marveling at how they tasted so similar yet with the slightest of differences that made slurping both hands clean a delight. He mused about what to do with the two next all the while. Perhaps he might do this very same thing again, just with fingers that felt a bit… thicker.
A few weeks passed in their little household, and Mineta slotted so perfectly into their group that they hardly realized he hadn't been there all along. He was in almost every single aspect of their lives with a little joke that would make them laugh. Everyone found it harder and harder to remember why they ever disliked him in the first place. Which is why Izumi thought nothing of the scene playing out before her one lazy Saturday afternoon after she came in from shopping.
Mineta and Tsuyu lay on the floor with controllers in their hands and their eyes focused on the tv. They were playing a fighting game Izumi had tried a few times and failed at figuring out, but it was one Mineta was almost a pro at. To her surprise, he seemed to be having a hard time actually beating his opponent that day despite Tsuyu rarely getting the upper hand before. Although, she did wonder if that was because he was on his back with his head rolled back to look at the screen. Yet, that was the only thing that struck the green-haired hero as odd when she sat down, barely noting that Tsuyu's face was resting against his crotch.
Tsuyu, however, didn't see that at all. Mineta was slightly to her left and a few feet above her on his stomach. He was so focused on the game that his tongue was sticking out of his mouth, but that wasn't enough to keep him from losing over and over. It was the happiest the frog-like girl had been in a long time. Her wide mouth hung open in a happy grin while her tongue was hanging down to the floor and wiggling in utter delight, nearly letting the sucker barely held in her mouth fall out. Even her head was bobbing up and down in time with the music, making her tongue bob harder as it curled in a spiral around nothing.
The tracks for the stages had been nice and slow at first, but they just kept getting faster and faster. Her head started at a lazy sway between little suckles of her sucker that quickly became something much closer to headbanging. After a while of playing the game, she still couldn't understand how the songs could be so catchy, and even her hips wiggled in time with the tune, forcing her to push her tight rear into the air to keep up the pace.
When Izumi had walked in, her entire body had buzzed with an embarrassed heat. Her head and butt had been moving so fast at the time while the wet sound of her curled tongue slipping in and out past her lips and her quick slurps of that long-lasting candy were loud enough to hear over the game. Of course, what she was wearing didn't help either. Tsuyu was in nothing more than a loose t-shirt that fell down far enough to show off the bottom curve of her bare breasts in her position, an old concert shirt that had seen better days and was only worn on the laziest of them. Her long, slender legs were on full display with a pair of loose gym shorts barely coming down far enough to cover her cheeks. In fact, when she had her ass pushed up that high, the right angle was enough to see her bare pussy peeking past the crotch.
However, all of that disappeared in the heat of the moment when she didn't feel eyes burning into her. Every movement of her long fingers seemed utterly perfect and made her character dance across the screen. The blaring sound of the victory screen became sweeter and sweeter every time with Mineta never once winning against her for the first time ever. Even if there wasn't music, Tsuyu knew she would be bopping along from sheer happiness alone. Her sucker seemed to taste sweeter as well, making her lips close around the orb and slurping even harder to drink down as much of the wonderful cherry taste as she could.
Yet, her tongue still hung past her pursed lips and coiled and uncoiled like mad. If she thought past the warm buzz filling her mind, she could almost taste something rubbing off on her tongue that was just as nice as the sucker. Except, it seemed to disappear the moment she tried to place it. The best solution she found was to ignore it and focus on her perfect game, astounded that her opponent seemed to get worse and worse by the second.
Of course, if she was in Mineta's position, she would have completely understood. He lay where Izumi had seen him with his crotch in Tsuyu's face, but the frog-like girl wasn't simply resting on a soft bulge. His pants were down around his ankles to let his large cock spring free. Next to Tsuyu's face, it looked larger than life, eclipsing her face with its length and hiding half of it with its girth. However, her mouth was perfect for taking it in whole in more ways than just how wide it was.
No other girl had jaws able to so effortlessly stretch and take him in nor were they able to choke down so much of his length before starting to choke. Her spit was more like a slippery slime that worked as good as any lube he had ever seen and made it almost too easy to slip in and out of her throat no matter how hard it clenched with her powerful sucking. In fact, her throat stretched open a little too easily, as if it was made for bulging around cocks as large as his.
He wished he could see the way her throat distended around his size and whether or not he could see his veins throbbing through it. At the very least, his current view was almost as good. His eyes had never flicked towards the screen once the entire time they played, instead focusing on the way his unwitting lover descended on him and swallowed every last inch. The way he easily disappeared past those wide lips wrapped around him was something he never expected to be so awesome, especially with the way her slimy spit splattered about when she slammed into his crotch.
It had been so slow at first, a nice, slippery massage to get his cock nice and hard. Yet, without any insistence, her head had started bobbing faster and faster. Mineta barely had time to adjust to just how warm, slippery, and perfectly tight her throat was before it was pumping him at a feverish pace. It was hard to concentrate on every little detail after a few seconds, not with just how quickly those details melded together. One moment he was marveling at the way her elastic walls were able to wrap and quiver around him so tightly yet always feel like the softest touch, and, the next, his eyes were starting to roll back from tongue caressing his tip and cupping it.
That tongue was another beast all together. At first, it had only hung down along the bottom of his shaft as a constant, dripping reminder of what was to come. Those drops of drool rolled down his balls while the tip of her tongue jerked up and down between the two orbs. He never considered how having something like that so gently play with his balls could feel, but those thoughts were pushed away by Tsuyu pressing her tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft. He was able to feel the way it pulsed with every little gulp, like something rolling all of the way up his cock over and over.
If he wasn't a moaning mess by then, it happened in the next few moments. His mind had been flooded by so much pleasure that Mineta almost didn't notice the new weight coiling around him after Tsuyu bobbed her head back up until a few rings had squeezed around his base. His back arched up the instant the pressure increased enough to almost strangle his cock. The young man expected something like that to hurt, especially with more and more of that tongue wrapping around him and joining in on the squeezing, but someyhing about the tightness made the heat nearly explode through him.
Except, it couldn't explode, not while one ringlet stayed firmly on his base. Mineta's mind was almost frantic as what was meant to be his first leisurely blowjob with Tsuyu became much more than he could handle. No one else had ever acted like that under his control before, not even Tsuyu herself. It was as if her body had a mind of its own that belonged to an A-class slut hell bent on sending him to a world of pleasure he could barely imagine. The worst part is how well it worked.
He had managed to hold on for a few minutes beneath the intense massage of both that tongue and mouth working him with all of their slippery might, but he was only human. It was impossible for his mind to claw up past the flood of sweet ecstasy that tongue poured into it, not with her head moving a little faster by the second. Except, she didn't let him completely wallow in that deep ocean of heat consuming his thoughts. That tight squeezing kept him from letting loose the torrent of cum already churning up in his balls, constricting the flow right at his base until his balls ached.
Somehow, that ache didn't hurt like he expected. It was a deep, warm thrum that flowed up through his cock as well until it felt like it was melting away. Tsuyu probably could have stopped there and just kept squeezing over and over, but she didn't. Instead, her pace somehow quickened just a little more with her face slapping against his crotch hard enough for her soft, slimy lips to almost sting his skin. That extra speed sent spit flying through the air and made the thick, sloppy noises grow more intense than he had ever heard. Her suction made every slight movement create a bubbling crackle from her throat easily giving up his shaft and devouring it again, and that mixed so perfectly with the wet noise of her spit squishing about.
Mineta wished he could have saved those noises on his phone. They were so whorish and lewd that it might have been enough fap material for a month if he could imagine her face at that very moment. Except, her face was entirely void of any kind of slutty pleasure. Her eyes were focused on the television while her mouth gave him its full attention, as if she was simply doing her job with all the skill she had. Just knowing that she was completely unaware made him squirm and buck even more against her.
Somehow, the amazing experience didn't end there either. What was already an unforgettable experience that he couldn't imagine getting topped was the tip of the iceberg, and he was plunged deeper into the freezing waters the instant that tongue finally began to actually work against him. Time jumped a few seconds forward when the rhythm of that squeezing changed, leaving him nearly howling with delight. Her tongue undulated instead of simply squeezing, sending ripples all of the way up his shaft over and over, save for the single ring squeezing his base tightly.
Despite the ripples staying consistent, his brain just couldn't keep up with the constant motions. Each little squeeze became a surprise that sent powerful shocks down his spine and made his cock disappear further into the soupy mess it was becoming. Only the ache in his balls that grew stronger by the second kept him tied to the earth, especially when those loops around him grew looser.
After seeing her in action so many times, Mineta still didn't realize how much control she had over that long tongue. Tsuyu knew exactly how much she needed to let it slip out and grind against his shaft to have a few loops grow loose and the tip by his balls curl back up. As she continued to rhythmically squeeze parts of his intensely throbbing member, the loose sections started to play against it in the strangest way. If he closed his eyes, it would have been easy to imagine that she was licking him all over at the same time as curling around him and bobbing her head.
Hell, someone could have told him that dozens of women were all working his shaft, and he would have believed them. Every section shifted before he could get used to being squeezed or being licked, making it impossible to anticipate every sensation. There was the wonderfully slippery grinding running along him that sent shivers up his spine, the deep squeezes that pulled thick moans from his lips, and little licks that made those moans hitch. The only constant was the pressure at his base that became increasingly torturous. Mineta could feel himself throbbing like mad against it, struggling to let out the massive load building up more and more in his balls.
It almost seemed like Tsuyu was keeping him on the edge with an ease and skill that shouldn't have been possible. The tongue around his hilt would occasionally tighten just enough to cut off the pleasure beneath a jolt of pressure then let up enough to have every bit that built up in those few seconds slam through him at once. Mineta couldn't decide if he loved it or hated it, not with his mind struggling to work at all. The only thing he could even do was try to suggest that she let go, but even that didn't seem to help.
Tsuyu herself was so focused on the game before her that even if she noticed Mineta below her, she probably wouldn't slow down. Victories were coming faster by the second, almost as if Mineta had stopped playing altogether. The happiness buzzed higher and higher until there was nothing but her, that wonderful high, and the game. Her body was dancing along the ground in a way that would have embarrassed her before while her tongue wriggled about like a happy snake. She couldn't help but imagine wrapping it around something just to squeeze it and play along it to give the hanging muscle some much needed stimulation as she still bobbed her head. It felt so cold in the air on its own.
Yet, that was no more than a passing thought in the rushing river of her mind. It immediately disappeared beneath her sudden urge to suck on that sucker in her mouth with all of her might. She wrapped her lips around it with enough strength to almost crush it and tried to roll her tongue around and around the little ball to melt it all away. A veritable river of sweetness rolled down her throat despite that ball staying exactly the same size. Thinking about having an infinite sucker to enjoy got her tongue to squeeze it against the roof of her mouth a little harder.
Mineta was practically fighting for his life once he felt her squash his cock against her mouth. With all of that slimy spit rolling past his cock, the deep warmth pressing against him, and feeling the frog-like girl drink down all of his freely flowing precum, it really felt like he was melting inside of her. He couldn't even gasp out anything akin to a beg for her to slow down, only moan out like a beast going mad. He was thankful that his second quirk wasn't nearly as active as most, or he knew he would have let his control slip. Imagining all of the girls standing above him in anger didn't exactly help his predicament, making the pleasure twist even more inside of him.
Just when he thought his mind would completely shatter, the pressure against his base finally loosened. There was a single instant where he could feel Tsuyu's throat engulf him one last time and squeeze him so much that he knew she was just trying to milk him. Then, it all washed away beneath the biggest explosion of ecstasy he had ever felt before. The ache in his balls deepened when the first thick load poured out and was instantly swallowed down, but letting loose rope after rope didn't hurt one bit.
Instead, each spurt the young man let out filled him with so much relief that he was on cloud nine. He barely registered the way those gulps rolled along his cock as if working his cum out like it was an udder or the way her tongue squeezed his tightened balls beyond the pleasure it filled him with. Those few moments passed through an eternity that somehow wasn't long enough. Mineta's body found the world coming back to him bit by bit with a chill washing over his drenched cock as it hung limply between his legs.
His eyes tiredly turned to find Tsuyu standing and stretching with a big grin on her face, not even giving a second look to the man she just drained dry. He couldn't find the strength to lift himself or groan, only grab the controller to switch to a single player game. Of course, it just idled on the start screen while he lay there wondering if he would ever recover, but the girls didn't know that. No, he had all the time in the world to consider what to do about his newfound discovery… if he could survive a second time.
A few nights later, the entire apartment was silent, all save for one room. Small moans filled Ochaco's bedroom that couldn't be muffled by her hand as she rubbed her drenched pussy. It had only been an hour since she slinked out of Izumi's room, but there was still a deep need filling her core. The other girl was such a good, selfless lover who didn't stop until Ochaco had orgasmed at least twice, so it didn't make sense that she always had to rub out a few more orgasms afterwards before she was satisfied. Just a month ago, a single time would be enough to knock her out cold.
She wondered if it had anything to do with the pressure while they made love. None of the others knew they were sleeping together yet, and Izumi was adamant that they didn't know for as long as possible. She had put it in such a romantic way and with such a cute, sheepish smile that Ochaco simply could not say no. Honestly, as nervous as it made her trying to stifle her moans when Izumi's fingers were so skilled, nearly seeming like magic with how easily she found every little sweet spot, the pressure to not be caught also made each moment that much more exciting. Perhaps it was that reason making her body cry for more, now that she thought about it.
In fact, the simple thought of doing something even more risque made her moans rise to a light squeal and the low hum in her belly grow even deeper. Ochaco almost felt silly not realizing what she really wanted until now and why she agreed to the secrecy in the first place. Her mind filled with images of Izumi grabbing her and dragging her into the bathroom while the others were up and finger fucking her with nothing but a thin door between them and the prying eyes and ears of their friends. To think that someone with such a dorky attitude and sweet face would do something so daring and intense…
Ochaco had to pull her sticky fingers away as her moans became hot and heavy gasps. They just weren't enough to break past her intense sensitivity, not even with Izumi running through every thought. In a bit of a haze, she pulled herself from bed and stumbled over to her dresser, and opened the very bottom drawer. There, hidden beneath a lot of clothes, was a huge dildo laid out along the bottom. It was a rigid, flesh-toned toy with just enough bendiness to keep from completely destroying her insides. Not that it helped all that much with the thick veins running along the girthy shape.
She wasn't exactly sure what had possessed her to buy such a monster, only that it was the only thing that could take care of aches as deep as the one she felt then. Her entire body trembled even more just lugging that thing to her bed. The feeling of the heavy material thudding against her breasts as they bounced with each step made her breath hitch a little. It felt like her body was already remembering what it felt like to have it pushing inside of her. Her hands shook so much from the anticipation that she could barely stand it up on the incredibly wide base it had.
There was a single moment where she stood there and stared down at the spear jutting up. She wasn't sure if she would ever get used to the feeling of taking it, not even as she eagerly clamored onto bed and pressed herself against the back of the shaft. Ochaco knelt there with her thighs pressed tightly around it, the soft, plump flesh practically devouring the base as they smushed together, and it rose high enough to almost slip past the top of her belly button. Just feeling it press deeply into the pudge of her belly made the ache inside of her twist even more. The sudden urge to just rise up and angle herself on its thick tip rushed through her mind so fast that she barely felt the warmth radiating from it.
Before she knew it, the curvy hero was perched atop the toy, her strength the only thing keeping herself from being pierced by the blunt head. Already it was pushing against her red, puffy lips with a low schlick while a few drops of her juices slowly rolled down it. Looking down from above only made it seem that much more intimidating, and she found it a little hard to breathe despite knowing how much she would need each gasp. A thought slipped into her mind about what Izumi would think seeing her poised above such a thing. Her thick legs were spread apart to show off her pussy and the bottom curves of her cheeks squishing together while her chest was pushed forward to make her already large breasts look that much bigger.
Knowing that Izumi would have seen how slutty she looked and loved every second of it made it easy to start to slowly sink down. What challenge there was in taking each bitch-breaking inch was drowned in her need to give her lover a good show, to show her that she could take anything and everything. Not that those kept it from still being a challenge, even if it was a challenge she had gotten used to.
During the first few moments of sliding down the toy, the tip seemed nearly endless with its girth getting wider and wider by the second and stretching her entrance open. If not for her experience with it, that size would have felt like it was splitting her open by the time her entrance stopped stretching. Instead, the intense pressure pushing into her didn't hurt but felt familiar and nice, drawing a long, whorish moan from her lips. Yet, she did still have to sit there and let her insides adjust as the smooth material dug into her tight walls.
Then, she let her hips slowly but surely ease down, her breath hitching with even the slightest movement. Taking in the initial thickness was one thing, but feeling more and more of the thing digging into her while it all ground harshly against her insides was another matter entirely. Her walls clamped so hard on the smooth "skin" that the first vein made her jar to a stop with a flash of heat snapping through her. A few little rocks of her hips that pushed the bulge growing in her crotch more deeply against her skin was all it took to have her sliding down again, her noises warbling with each vein that popped inside of her. The own rush of her blood made it feel like the material was pulsing against her in the most hypnotizing way.
However, that thought was lost amidst the fog settling in her mind as that ever-growing bulge filled her thoughts. It was impossible to focus on anything else once it had pushed up close to where her belly pudged out. While it did disappear beneath the small amount of fat that made her look so cuddly and soft, the sheer weight and ache inside remained. The bulge did reappear when her hips pulled back, barely rising above it, but it was hard for her to notice beneath just how intense the feeling was.
Seconds turned into minutes during her descent to give her mind time to adjust. The toy was so pronounced against her insides with her walls conforming to each and every contour, as if her body was made for it and it alone. The lip of its glans almost seemed to suck at her from the way she squeezed around it, and every single vein scraped her raw. No matter how many times she took the entire thing inside of her, Ochaco didn't think her mind would ever adjust to the deep flashes of heat that ran up her spine from that thorough massage.
Then, something even harder to take than its shape reared its wonderful head. After enough gyrating to finally force the last few inches inside and enough moaning to make her throat sting a little, that tip ground against her cervix. Her body stiffened at the feeling with her cries pitching up into a squeak. It was always so easy to forget how that hardness felt pressing against that spot deep inside of her, and she knew she still had to move her hips around the large toy and grind it against that deep spot. Her already pounding heart beat a little faster while her entire being tingled in anticipation. For all of the struggle it was, there was nothing that satisfied that ache like having all of that hot weight nearly coring her.
Beneath her, Mineta was finding himself thinking the very same thing. Despite the weeks he had been there, he hadn't quite gotten the courage to force in more than the tip, but seeing Ochaco so needy, practically begging for his cock, it was as if something else possessed him. He was so glad it had. Just slipping the tip in was nothing compared to sliding his shaft inside and plugging that dripping wet hole up, especially when he felt that tightness against his tip hidden inside and those soft hips smush against him.
Thankfully, the plump hero stopped for a moment to give him a chance to catch his breath and enjoy the way she felt around him. Even without her body moving up and down him, her body was mind blowing. His hands listlessly squeezed at her ass in time with her own squeezing around his cock, but he barely felt the way that supple flesh squished around his fingers.
Every single fold she had was defined against his shaft with her walls stretched so wide around him that she probably had trouble holding on. Her quivering sent such powerful flashes of heat through his body that it was all he could feel, no matter how much he loved feeling her ass against his hands. The only thing he could think about was how each bounce would feel as she desperately tried to get herself off.
Except, Ochaco didn't bounce. Instead, her belly began to flex, slowly at first but faster by the second until she looked like a belly dancer doing a routine atop his cock. The pressure against his cock shifted faster than he could keep up, sending waves of sweet, melting heat flowing up and down it. His moans warbled from the intense treatment, and those feelings built up faster and faster until they were crashing together into a big, buzzing mass of amazingness. Then, her hips bucked forward a little to make her almost convulsing stomach slam against him.
That buck made so much ecstasy explode through his small body that he almost didn't feel himself clench against her globes. His mind slipped back into reality to find the girl shaking and groaning like mad against him, her breathing so labored it almost sounded like she was hiccuping. With the tight hole pressed firmly against his tip, it was hard to believe that she could even move her body, let alone roll her ass around and around in slow but certain revolutions. Her walls massaged him so deeply with every movement and made him so glad he had already cum a few times that day. Mineta wanted to experience every single moment of her body massaging his cock and her wonderful ass grinding against his stomach, those pillowy cheeks smashed flat.
Ochaco, on the other hand, could only feel that toy going into her and nothing else. The world disappeared completely around her, becoming a void of white-hot ecstasy. She could feel the waves dragging her deeper and deeper into her own mind with every little wiggle and the weight shifting against her guts. It used to be intense and slightly painful, so need alone had driven her on to move her hips. Now, her body seemed to relish each and every second of that deep ache that only grew stronger the more the toy ground against her insides.
Her hips rolled about on their own, making her almost feel like some kind of whore. It was easy to imagine the way her chubby belly wiggled with every movement and the little bulge that popped up. With the way Izumi loved giving her stomach little kisses, she wondered if her cute lover would appreciate the sight of her riding the huge dildo. Of course, there was also the worry that Izumi would get so disturbed seeing her in that state or think that she could only be satisfied by something so big.
Thankfully, those thoughts couldn't linger in her mind before being driven away. That mindless bliss was in itself a blessing she found herself craving when her nerves started to get the best of her. Every single buck and swirl of her hips drove away the worries of the day almost as well as when Izumi was making love to her and slowly made that deep ache inside of her tighten. It only took a minute for her crouched legs to shake like mad and turn to jelly while her smooth motions broke into something more jerky and desperate.
That toy managed to grind into every single sweet spot she had, especially with her massaging every last inch of her walls. Ochaco wondered whether it would feel better to simply bounce up and down on it, but the idea of that tip slamming against her cervix over and over again was more than enough to almost overwhelm her all on its own. Instead, she focused on the hot, sticky feeling of her insides being stirred up and the way her walls bent beneath the toy staying so rigid inside of her. The air was filled with an intense schlicking and squelching from her lower lips pushing against the base that only sounded even more lewd with her uncontrollable moans.
Mineta could feel her walls become more uncontrollable by the moment. They seemed to have a life of their own suckling on his cock like they were desperately trying to milk something out of him or like someone scrabbling to hold onto something as they descended into a mindless haze. He could feel those folds catching on his throbbing veins while her stomach continued to change the pressure pushing on every part of his cock out of time with her shifting hips. It was too much stimulation than his brain could handle, turning him into almost as much of a moaning mess as when Tsuyu first sucked him dry.
The next few minutes flew by in what felt like moments with the sensitivity of his cock easily giving in to the warmth completely drenching it and the massage getting more broken by the second. He could hear the need in Ochaco's voice growing stronger, could feel her body begging for his cum, and could feel her getting slower as if readying herself for the thick blasts of seed to fill her up. Mineta found it impossible to deny her what she needed. His swimming eyes focused for just a moment to watch those fat globes moving and her thick thighs jiggling before letting out one last groan.
That final explosion of euphoria hit Ochaco like a truck. She barely had more than a few seconds to feel the heat peak and that ache twist in her gut before it slammed through her and washed her mind away. It almost seemed strange to her just how quickly everything happened, as if something else was hitting her insides that wasn't her toy. However her mind was far too soupy to really figure out what it was.
Instead, she simply enjoyed the familiar glow consuming her. All of the slight movements she made felt so far away yet slammed into brain at the same time from the toy jostling about inside of her, creating a strange mix of sensations that sent her mind deeper and deeper into the void. Her body shook so much that she was practically gyrating against it still, and her fingers clenched so tightly into her spread knees. Her face was twisted into such a wild look of pleasure with her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling all of the way back. Even her back was arching backwards as much as it could, sending her loud moans towards the ceiling.
That half of a minute was so vibrant and wonderful, a peak that she so rarely felt and finally drove away the need deep in her core. Sadly, it came through her in a rush and left before she could truly enjoy it. The more the world came into focus, the more her strength seemed to drain from her body. By the time Ochaco realized she was still sitting on that toy with her crotch drenched with her own splattered cum and a sodden spot on the bed below her, she was falling to the side. Somehow, her toy stayed upright, giving her one last blast of pleasure as it pulled at her walls as it bent to slide out of her.
One final wet pop was followed by a thump as her body hit the bed in a heap. Her legs still lightly twitched while small groans still slipped from her mouth, but that was all she could do as sleep bore down on her. Next to her, Mineta sucked in deep breaths as a few final spurts of cum came shooting from his tip, his own orgasm finally running its course. When his movements died down, he was left with a big grin on his face and a devious twinkle in his eye. The only thing he could think about while pushing himself out of bed was how much he was wasting his new quirk. With how amazing Ochaco's pussy felt, it would be a crime to not feel the same with the other girls in the apartment.
After that, the entire world was his oyster. Every female hero would be his, and he would finally get a taste of all of those bodies that had gotten him to be a hero to begin with. For the first time in his life and excited laugh slipped from his lips, but not even that seemed to do justice to the ideas flowing through him a mile a minute