By Tastatura
An attempt by Rias Gremory to have a fun evening away from her lifestyle and responsibilities ends with her being fed multiple doses of libido-enhancing drugs, and starring in her first JAV alongside a hoard of middle-aged men pent up with several weeks worth of semen.
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Chapter 0 - Fun 2
0 - Fun
There often comes a time in every woman's life wherein a desire for self-expression and positive affect—colloquially tractable to the word 'fun'—overwhelms a more long-standing desire for decency. During these instances, the women in the midst of them waffle, and are sometimes even made to lament the choices that they are required to make to attain this 'fun'.
For Rias Gremory, a desire for free-flowing fun one day resulted in her ingesting a constitution-addling drug and entering the adult film industry on the very same night. Neither of these were situations that the Crimson-Haired Ruin-Princess intended to place herself in; as if often the case with less than ideal circumstances, they were simply the first to find her in her attempt at enjoying herself.
Exhausted from a constant volley between dimensions and mortal combat with otherworldly threats, a worn Rias arrived at the conclusion that the end of her latest school week ought to be spent refreshing herself. So much of her time was spent managing her peerage and functioning as Issei Hyoudou's partner that she regularly neglected the fact that she was, at present, living out the prime of her lifespan as a Devil in a bustling monotony. Keeping oneself busy and productive was a trait that she deemed admirable, though worrying pangs from her conscience continually suggested that continuing down her current path would result in her suffering under the mortal phenomenon known as 'burnout'.
Fearing the worst for herself, she devised a plan to shake things up. For a night, she would cut herself off from her friends and family and indulge in the lifestyle of a female young adult. She would make herself as presentable as possible, eat unhealthy food, and drink alcohol whilst in the company of acquaintances unrelated to her heritage or the realm of her birth.
In her opinion, this was the very least that she could do for herself. No longer did Issei Hyoudou require her constant supervision, and with the rest of her peerage in place, taking a more broadly-scaled vacation was unlikely to endanger her dominion, or the precious individuals that resided within it. Taking only a single evening for herself was that which sound right to her, however; no amount of exhaustion or boredom could overwrite years of lessons learned about prudent and thoughtful action.
Throughout the week leading up to her break, Rias found herself with more energy, and far more tolerance for the petty demonic trifles that so often plagued her group. When finally the chosen date and time arrived—a Friday evening stripped of work from the academic and supernatural sides of her life—her excitement had reached a fever pitch. Following a brief return to her residence to freshen what light makeups covered her face and replace her worn school uniform with an unworn iteration of the garment, she progressed straight to the locale chosen for her 'fun': a karoke bar.
Having attended many a get-together at establishments of this sort, a night spent singing, eating, and drinking with friends was the first activity that came to mind when made to ponder about what to do for fun. Throughout the week, she invested time into inviting individuals she believed she could converse naturally with before finally booking a room at one of the city's more reputable establishments.
None of the males or females that she invited refused her invitation. Rias understood that her name and status within the school may've played a part in this, though these suspicions were counter-balanced by the natures of those that she chose to ask.
As mentioned previously, she selected her acquaintances: individuals that she was neither too close to, nor too removed from. These individuals could be trusted to refuse her if they did not wish to attend, and accept if they wished to enjoy an evening together with her.
Yet again, her prudence proved fruitful. When the entirety of her guest-list assembled within the booth she rented out, the fun that she sought began flowing naturally from the most simple of interactions that they shared with one another. Personal stories were exchanged, missed events were caught up on, and humor—sometimes good-natured, sometimes perverse—was passed between each of them.
Had the night progressed in this manner from beginning to end, Rias believed that she would have left the establishment happier than she had been in months. Unfortunately for her, inconsistencies wrought from the combination of individuals that surrounded her and their intents appeared with time.
With her guard lowered by the utter ordinariness of her young-adult acquaintances, Rias understood these inconstancies—perverse stares and anticipatory advances as put forward by one of her male peers—as a product of intoxication.
In reality, that which she noticed underlined happenings of a far more sinister nature.
Of the males that she invited, one covertly harbored the same kind of obsessive affection expressed towards her by the majority of Kuoh Academy. Warped by personal perversions, he managed to construe Rias' invitation as an opportunity to finally enjoy her body as his fantasies demanded. Comically, rationality remained vested only in his approach: Rias Gremory was not a woman that could be courted face to face. If one was to succeed in relieving themselves with her body, it was his belief that a special sort of interactive 'grease' was mandatory.
To this end, he arrived at the karoke event equipped with a strip of pills. Each loaded to the brim with chemicals said to loosen inhibitions, increase body-temperature, and spike sexual arousal, their quality was fabled to render even the most rigid of women as malleable to sexual advances.
Throughout the evening, he successfully placed not one, but 3 of the water-soluble pills into several of Rias' drinks. Assuming their effects to be instantaneous, he devoted the vast majority of his time after drugging her to crossing over the well-defined boundaries set between them. Odd gropes of her thighs played off by drunken laughter were mixed inharmoniously with sexual comments delivered in the direction of her exposed earlobe.
Ultimately, none of these advances rendered Rias as the 'sexual putty' that he had been promised upon purchasing these pills. For his efforts he received half an evening's worth of scorn from his peers, and exclusion from the remainder of the night's festivities. Made to depart from the karaoke bar as a gameless hunter, he was left with only himself to blame for believing in the purveyor he had trusted to aid him in his endeavors.
What this male neglected to consider prior to the execution of his hackneyed plot was the caliber of woman he was attempting to intoxicate. As a Devil Princess, and more importantly, a woman who had survived various forms of mental and physical torture, no drug consisting of earthly chemicals was potent enough to truly rob her of her sense of self.
Not immediately, anyway.
Nearly two hours after her ingesting the last of the three pills snuck into her drinks, Rias Gremory was rendered as the tipsy and lustful mess that her peer had hoped to take advantage of. Whilst still very much herself, a permissive and comfortable heat had poisoned her mind and loosened her limbs.
As the saying often goes, one man's perceived trash is often another's treasure.
Throughout Rias' slow but steady retreat back home, the addling her consciousness resulted in her wandering through a number of needless detours. As it happened, the majority of these detours crossed through the tail-end of a number of streets connected to the city's red-light district. By default, a woman of her beauty and physical composition dressed in a school uniform and left to wander through such regions by herself could not be recognized as anything more than a target.
The first to mark her as such—a tanktop clad young man commonly seen wandering aimlessly up and down the district in search of female 'talent'—did not hesitate at the opportunity presented to him. In dire need of an actress, he approached Rias as a confident and charismatic talent director hoping to enlist her talents for the production of a short film occurring only a stone's throw away from their current location. Making certain to do so in an area well-lit and exposed to passers-by, he promised both compensation and even minor fame if she were to participate.
Even whilst drugged, Rias saw straight through the male's ruse. Her senses remained sharp enough to discern the sort of place she had ended up in; here, only perverts and adult video scouts could be expected to approach a woman so brazenly.
This knowledge aside, her first instinct was not to refuse the male. Quietly coxed by a moist-longing between her legs, the warm euphoria sunk into her flesh drew a smile across her face, and pushed a sheepish compliance from between her lips.
She knew what would come of this. She knew, and yet, she was the first to offer a hand to the male and suggest that they depart.
In doing so, she set herself on a path towards a very 'eventful' night—one more 'fun' than any of the events that had led up to it…
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TRAIN CAR INTERIOR—FABRICATED JAV SET—12:30AM
From out of a comfortable unconsciousness Rias Gremory awoke to an environment very different to the one she remembered falling asleep within. Propped up in a seated position atop what appeared to be a strip of public transport seating, her fatigued mind discerned that she had somehow ended up within a train.
A stationary, and inexplicably quiet train.
Eyes lidded, she stared forward at an individual seemingly engaged in speech. From this individual, her eyes tracked the lip curvature and tongue folds inherent to the act, but none of the sounds that associated with it.
Blinking, she determined herself to be at fault for this inconsistency. It was not that the individual ahead of her was not speaking—it was that she could not hear him. At present, a deafening buzz of white noise through her ears had rendered her all but deaf.
Upon realizing this, she sought to rectify it. Shaking her head soundly, she attempted to whip her delirium straight from her skull, and cleared her obstructed eardrums to the best of her ability.
Her efforts returned her hearing to her within seconds; the same could not be said for the warming haze threaded through the sinews of her brain.
"....And that about sums it up! Again, we're really excited to have ya on board, Rias-chan!" before she could concentrate on the source of her bliss, the speech of the individual ahead of her dragged her attention back to reality. "We were thinking of getting started right away, so I'm just going to run over the itinerary one last time before we jump right in."
Unperturbed, Rias nodded.
"I wonder what I'm doing here?" she thought to herself. "I think… I think was walking home when I some guy…
"He wanted me to perform in something for him; maybe this is it?"
Steadily suturing the gaps in her memory, she pushed her eyelids to a full-spread. As she did so, both the words of the individual ahead of her and the 'contents' of the space behind him became more salient, and to her discomfort, explanatory.
Behind the suit-clad male were over a dozen males. Pot-bellied, balding, or otherwise greying, each of them embodied the various physical difficulties associated with one's 'middle-ages'. What little attractiveness their faces may've claimed to decades in the past were now relics eroded by wrinkles and facial hair. Worse still, each of them stood without a single article of clothing or instance of 'pruning' that might lighten the impact of their off-putting features.
However significant, it was not their unsightliness that garnered the majority of Rias' attention. An instinctual dipping of her gaze's height resulted in a sharp dilation of her pupils the moment they settled on the swollen erections that extended upwards from the crotch of each and every member of the naked crowd. Typically bordering a foot in length, yet often grossly-exceeding this margin, the vascular poles plucked a cord within her primed and exposed by the chemical composition of her blood stream.
As it reverberated within her chest, so too did the words of the suited male at her front do so within her ears.
"Anyway, as I was saying, you're the biggest part of the first have of the film." the director continued. "We're gonna start things off nice and slow with your body getting teased a bit. Pardon my sayin' so, but I'm sure getting groped on a train car is nothin' new for a lady like you.
"After the plan was to give one of the guys you'll be working with some action as well, so try to go with the flow when the time comes, alright?" shifting his posture to gesture toward the crowd of males behind him, he continued speaking with a much wider smile on his face. "From there, we'll have you move into a quick strip tease before jumping right into the fun part. I'm not expectin' ya to be a pro at it; just do your best to make it sexy for the guys here!"
"Last but not least, we'll have one of the guys get down on the car floor nearby. That's your cue to head over there and start riding him, alright?"
After this utterance, he folded his hand out towards Rias as if urging her to confirm her understanding. Bewildered but nonetheless present, Rias limited her response to a short nod of her head.
"Great, glad you're following along!" he continued. "The rest of the guys here will take it from there. All I want you to focus on after that point is making that spark of yours really shine. We've got license to produce all sorts of content, so don't be afraid to get nice and vulgar if you get in the mood."
Seemingly indifferent as to whether or not Rias intended to give her best effort, the hand that he had used to gesture towards her produced a sound snapping of its fingers. At this, the murmuring males organized behind him spread outwards into a semi-circle shaped encroachment just outside of the areas captured by the train car's cameras. Subsequently, two males from the miniature hoard parted from their companions to take up predetermined positions near Rias.
The individual nearest Rias—directly to the right of her seated position to be exact—cordially settled his hands to her hips the moment he was close enough to do so. Rias welcomed the upward urging of his hands, and rose to her feet as the limbs had requested. Step by step, she was led from her seat up to a standing position within the train's middle, and made to reach upward and grasp one of support hoops that hung from the train car's ceiling.
At last, her appearance matched the role she was to play: that of a 'helpless' and obscenely-endowed female student commuter.
His preparative work complete, the male responsible for her puppeteering passed a final suggestive whisper through his lips, and straight against the edge of her ear.
"Pleased to be working with you, Rias-chan. Just looking at you has this old man's blood boiling hotter than it has in years, uuhi!"
No slither of discomfort rippled down Rias' spine on perception of this utterance. The heat and moisture that carried it did not revolt her—it couldn't have.
Presently, masculine adoration of this sort was the foremost thing that her body craved…
-
CONTACT
Unlike Rias, neither of the older performers she was to act alongside experienced much difficulty in 'staying in character'.
The moment the signal for filming began, the male standing directly to her left began inching towards her. Posture maintained in its initial direction, he moved with the subtly of a genuine molester, and did not once acknowledge the passing glances that were shot toward him from the corner of his target's eye. He did not forget himself upon arrival directly behind her, either. Once situated, he remained still for several painstaking seconds before completely closing the 'personal space' that separated them.
As was customary for a perceived molester, he did so first by pushing his crotch inwards into contact with the skirt-clad plush of Rias' rear. Grinding further still, he firmly implanted the erect bulge of cockmeat sported at his crotch as deeply between her clothed buttocks as the garments that covered it would allow.
Against her will, Rias produced a squeak of discomfort when first she perceived the toasty extension dig between her asscheeks. Without being told, she defensively narrowed the planting of her feet into a near-Pidgeon-footed stance, and pushed her upper body outward with the hope of keeping some part of her body out of reach from her assailant.
This behavior was entirely natural. Where she was and what she was doing remained salient to her, but her body's natural response to the sandwiching of an aged lecher's crotch against her rear refused to be curtailed.
Another of these squeaks jumped from between her lips when the aged male's chest was pressed into contact with her spine. Following the path across which she had retreated, he lined his chest up with the uniform-clad curvature of her spine, and finally imposed himself on her frame with a part of his body unrelated to the pleasure centers at his crotch.
Silently, he settled his left hand against Rias' left hip. Spreading his palm flat across the region, he afterwards pushed the limb inwards and around the clothed stretch of curvature into a slide across the taut flatness of her middle. Making certain to keep its ascent measured and sensual as it progressed, he snaked the limb across her stomach with a possessive pressure bound to make the skin of any young woman crawl with one of arousal or discomfort. The moment the tips of his fingers bumped into the pillow-y underside of her cleavage, more deeply ingrained reflexes facilitated a 'snapping' of his hand's extent into a partial consummation of Rias' right breast.
The product of this attempt—this being his palm's failure to consume the clothed mound and its desperate encapsulation of a 'fair amount' of it—gave the aged male reason for pause. Not only was the clothed flesh warmer than the bare flesh of any of the woman he had enjoyed previously, but the malleable softness that it maintained was perfectly conveyed underneath the layers of clothing that Rias wore.
In his opinion, this warranted applause.
Pushing his head inwards, he curved his neck at an angle to posture his lips opposite one of Rias' ears. "In all of the days I've worked this job, I don't think I've ever groped such a healthy pair of breasts…" whispering lowly enough to obscure his utterances from the microphones nearest their frames, but loud enough to ensure that Rias could not avoid taking in his message, perverse praise streamed from his lips as an unyielding (and steadily rising) tide. "You really are one of a kind, Rias-chan. Now I'm really looking forward to getting a chance to empty my balls inside you, Gh'heh!"
Once free of the words that he wished to state, the aged male's groping of Rias' body grew more excited. Acting in compliance with the 'standard' for the genre he was participating within, he slid his free hand downward into another clasping of Rias' hips. From this point, he pressed it through into a much more perverse trip across her lower abdominals, and eventually across her skirt-clad crotch. First bringing his palm to sit precisely atop the section of skirt fabric above her covered mound, he afterwards tightened his grasp to squeeze and fondle at the region as best he could. Primarily, these gestures amounted to a grinding of the back half of his palm against the covered extent of her lower lips, and a digging of his fingers across the lower reaches of her mound toward the fringes of her lower thighs.
The 'petting' that he engaged in could be considered as a 'ceiling' for the perversion of the average train molester. So long as a potential victim did not speak out, molestation taken to this extent rarely resulted in failure or social persecution.
The aged male did not stop here, however. Quickly tiring of the warmth of her womanhood and the muffled moans of distress that his teasing fished from between Rias' lips, he pushed his right hand further downward to see the position of his palm clear her womanhood entirely. Fingers dangling from the frills of her uniform's skirt, he curled his wrist upwards, and hurriedly buried his palm underneath her skirt.
Yet again, learned reflexes took hold of him. Enveloped within the mild warmth and darkness of the space directly in front of Rias' cunt, his hand carried itself further inward until its finger tips were pressed into contact with it. This done, its index, middle, and ring fingers sensually traced the thin rim of her panties, and once certain of its extent, expertly buried themselves underneath it. In doing so, the undersides of its fingers were submerged through a flesh-backed slide across her lower lips, and its wrist succeeded in a revealing partial-tent of her skirt's front.
On perception of the moist and plush flesh beneath his fingers, a treacherous leer spread out of the aged male's face. Abruptly starved for dominion over Rias' frame, he curled his fingers further inwards, and finally spiked them upward at an angle to see their lengths depressed into the nubile warmth of Rias' vaginal canal.
Injected as a set of miniature phalluses arranged in the shape of hooks, the threefold depression stretched the untouched (yet pliant) confines of Rias' womanhood just as a decently-sized cock might've. Whilst the middle joints of each of the aged male's digits were buried into the flooring of her vaginal canal, the tips of his fingers were bent upwards into grating contact with stretches of canal roofing settled an inch or so deeper within it.
Such a varied 'contact' was something that the aged male understood to be 'effective' regarding the stimulation of female innards. Rias' being an exceptional case among her female peers was unlikely to interfere with this; her body lacked the mental and physical experience for his efforts to be perceived as anything less than overwhelming.
The moment he began thrusting his chosen digits in and out of the moistening warmth of Rias' cunt, this assumption was proved correct. In time with the stretching of her depths by the conjoined width of his fingers and the punishing grind of his fingertips (in particularly the bones beneath them) moans too loud for containment by Rias' lips began streaming from her throat. Behind them arrived an uncontrolled trembling of her thighs, and regular twists and squirms from her hips indicative of a desire to escape the writhing stimulation sources locked between her lower lips.
These alone were enough to convince the aged male of his efforts' effectiveness.
If only slightly, her production of these responses implied that an increase in the vigor of his plunges would leave the young woman desperate to be penetrated. In truth, that which Rias endured represented only a fraction of her overall experience. Whilst reduced to girlish mewling and compensatory wiggles, her mind remained set on maintaining some amount of grace even as the inside of her cunt was pleasured into a thicker, fatter, and gooier iteration of itself.
"J-Just focus Rias…" she told herself. "J-Just focus. I-It's only s-some fingers. Y-You've f-felt stimulation much w-worse than this already, haven't you?
"I-It's insignificant. If y-you empty y-your mind, y-you'll r-recognize it for what it is, and y-you'll be able to s-stop moaning so shamefully. All you need to do is… tighten your wrist?"
Amidst reassuring herself, a thought incongruous with the up-building messages she attempted to bore into her brain shattered her iron-clad focus on the fingers squirming deeper and deeper within her cunt.
Eyes rendered frantic in search of the cause of this disturbance, she found that her right hand been peeled away from her side. No longer did it appear anxiously bundled into a fist. Now, its entirety could be seen wrapped around a naked, drooling, and fully-erect spire of cock. Trailing her eyes upwards, she recognized the owner of this cock as the second male selected to participate within the scene.
At this, her folly became clear: her time as an active participant within this event had not yet come to an end…
EFFORT
With pride and lust coursing through her veins, Rias subverted her shame. Disregarding her inexperience with the task that had been set out for her, she tightened her pre-formed grasp around her second suitor's phallus and willed herself into a heady stroking of its pulsing flesh.
As no point of reference existed within her mind for the act, the stroking metronome that she slipped into was pre-determined as an aggregate of what 'felt best' to her. Several haphazard pumps of her palm-vice were required for her to construct it, though ultimately, its composition reaped the very same fruits of a more 'expert' motion set.
At the beginning of each of her strokes—a point marked by a noose-like tightening of her index finger and thumb around the nose of her second partner's glans—she invested seconds into gently flicking her wrist upward and downward. These flicks were kept slight enough to leave the position of her vice stagnant, but just strong enough to grind the undersides of her index and middle finger across her partner's glans.
Reaped from this was the occasional bubble of heavy precum from the tip of his member. Having recognized the substance as an ideal lubricant for her efforts, their appearance prompted her to vigorously smear the translucent glue into the flesh of her partner's glans with her thumb.
The moment she perceived herself to have evenly coated the organ-section in fluid, she abandoned it entirely through a sharp depression of her palm down across the inches of its trunk. Each of these descents began quickly, but were made sluggish partway through by the imposing girth of the cock itself. Such was the difficulty that she encountered that descent across the vein-mapped pole's required significant exertions from Rias to keep her fingers as uniformly compressed throughout. Nevertheless, the passage of her precum-greased palm surface across her partner's endowment was still completed; all throughout contact, Rias was allowed the feel the throbs of blood that passed through it, and the pleasured writhing that its flesh produced in response to contact with the silk-like texture of her own.
Still, it was as a consequence of this girth that the depth of each of her depressions was limited to the 'midway point' of her partner's cock. On arrival here, she fed her best squeeze into the engorged region before shooting her vice back up along the gleaming cock inches that it had so 'lovingly' compressed. Strenuously driving back straight into a 'start' position comparable to her last, she began her process anew without many noticeable losses in performance quality.
If considered alongside the torrid speed with which they were executed, her initially clumsy ministrations teased both talent, and a comical 'charm'. Only the most vital regions of her partner's member were provided touched upon by her efforts, and as a consequence, only these regions were worked into a state of enflamed (and satisfied) redness.
Hers was an effort of minimal losses and maximal returns—and she did not even know it. On the other hand, the male whose cock she pleasured stood as painfully aware of the gains and losses of her ministrations. Upon wrapping her hand around his member, his expectation had been an apprehensive and ineffective stroking that would require him to finish himself off. Completely taken aback by Rias' makeshift expertise, the initial minutes of her sloppy stroking had welled a disquieting weight into fruition at the base of his member.
Keeping with the average masculine disposition, it did not occur to him to attempt slowing Rias' efforts or redirecting her attention. Instead savoring the surges of pleasure dragged up and down his shaft, he allowed the boiling weight within him to swell fatter and fatter until an unplanned eruption of its contents could no longer be avoided…
END
Suddenly, Rias' stroking effort was stunned to a halt. Fractions into another depression of her vice, the expulsion of a glutted and slimy substance straight into its interior froze her hand in place, and contracted the musculature that manipulated it to an extent suffocating, and to a point, inhuman.
The compressed splatter of another heavy eruption of the substance tore her attention from the fingers squirming through her cunt, and firmly divided her attention between her body and that of the male to her side.
Again, her eyes fell to her hand. Having devoted very little mental effort into the creation and execution of her stroking ministrations, its appearance—a limb bleeding a chunky white substance from its seams—came as a surprise to her. Even her naivety had limits; the substance that covered her hand was semen, and the source from which it spewed was the cock-tip that she had choked with her palm. Even so, the sight and its entailments unnerved her. Never before had she felt the texture and warmth of semen against her skin. Her imagination had presumed the substance to be far thinner and cooler in temperature than the heavy muck overflowing from her palm. This aside, the sight itself was one that she had a hand in creating. As a young woman who believed herself to be chaste* (for an adult Devil Princess), the knowledge that she had somehow contributed to such a deluge was quite jarring.
"I-I did that?" she stammered to herself, eyes wide in appreciation of the sight. "I-I just started s-stroking a little while a-ago, didn't I? H-How did I get so m-much to come out so fast?"
Posing this question to herself triggered the playback of a vivid memory within her mind. Seated as a child, the voices of a faceless group of individuals could be heard praising her mother for her inborn sex appeal. These voices were eventually directed towards her, and continually suggested that, one day, the very same appeal would be hers to wield as she pleased.
Rias was not allowed to focus on the meaning of her memories for long. Without warning, the hands responsible for groping her breasts and moistening her cunt were withdrawn, and the masculine weight leveraged against her back disappeared.
Free from these pressures, the one-sided conversation vomited at her by the director looped from the back of her mind into relevance at its front. According to its contents, she had been freed for a reason; now was her time to shine as the film's starry-eyed debutant.
Brimming with confidence in her own sexuality, Rias separated herself from the males to either side of her. A turn to her right and several steps forward across the set brought her to the sole metallic support pole built into the locale. Fashioned as a bar typically provided within public transport vehicles for rider support, its extent went from a welded slot within the set's ceiling down into a brace built into its floor.
Outwardly, it was perfectly reasonable to imagine it as existing naturally within a subway car. However, the moment Rias latched the ghostly-fairness of her palm to its surface at waist height, its perceived purpose within the train car shifted.
All at once, the metallic extension became unrecognizable from the image one might see when asked to imagine a perfectly placed stripper pole…
MOVEMENT
By birth and circumstance, Rias Gremory had lived the majority of her life without knowledge of the profession known as 'stripping', or the technical ability required to properly perform it. These years were some that she looked back at with a fond nostalgia; if not for the habits of a perverse trio of males and their loveable leader, it was likely that she could have lived another several centuries without ever coming into contact with these things.
Now, with hands gripping sections of a stripper pole inches apart from one another, she could not help but feel further gratitude for all of the exposure she had received to human masturbatory material. Her memory of it remained fuzzy, but what she recalled remained well within her capacity to replicate.
As such, she did. Shutting her eyes, she pulled away from the pole at her chest one step at a time until the span of her arms was fully exhausted. Then, in lieu of a metronome to guide her, she selected a point in the seconds that followed to pop the visible plush of her rear outwards. Sliding her torso forwards and downwards, she levelled her upper body at a 45 degree angle against the pole ahead of her, and finally began swaying her rear back and forth towards her adoring 'audience'.
From right to left, these sways were executed across a '?' shaped circuit that ensured that both sides of the room were granted a focal view of her sumptuous buttocks as it moved. All throughout, she injected tasteful wiggles of her lower body that sashayed the lower hem of her skirt just high enough to tease the panties situated underneath them.
Just as this pattern was established, Rias responded to the fervor she had generated with her rear by making herself seem even more delectable. Releasing her dominant hand from the support pole, she maintained the sensual sway of her hips whilst subtly toying with the seal to her uniforms skirt. Within an additional pair of cycles, her covert efforts unsealed the garment from her hips, and left it to slide across her legs down into a heap at her ankles.
Revealed in the tumble of her skirt to the ground were a pair of buttocks shielded only by the thin and narrow coverage of a jet-black lingerie bottom. Frilled at its rim and at the edge of each of its cheek-sections with a crimson fabric a shade brighter than Rias' hair, the garment was one that fundamentally bled feminine appeal. Whilst gloving Rias' pale backside—a task that exposed its borderline-thong-like fabric composition and accentuated the bulbous thickness of its wearer's rear—its appearance gained yet more appeal amongst the men exposed it.
Now, none of them were required to settle with their imaginations' depiction of her rear and the thickness of the female mound underneath it. So long as they stared hard enough and long enough, an understanding of these traits did not sit far out of reach.
Willfully indifferent as to precisely what she had evoked in her onlookers, Rias continued with her 'show' as though nothing noteworthy had occurred. Curving her embarrassment-reddened features out of exposure to the camera angles directed towards her, she maintained the stirring cycles of her rear for an additional half minute before transitioning into a new position.
Suddenly dragging her chest back into contact with the pole ahead of her, she swiftly flipped herself to align her covered spine with its exterior, and present her still-dressed front to her audience. Eyes glossed over by lust, she forced a suggestive smile to her lips, and afterwards dropped her frame down into a crotch-accentuating squat. The end of this graceful dumping saw her relieve her still-extended hands from their grasping of the pole sections above her, and put each of them to work at her chest. As her left pinched the left end of the black ribbon secured to the collar of her dress shirt, she purposed her right in unfastening and peeling the faint-black shoulder cape at her shoulders and the corset still affixed to her torso. The moment these were out of the way, she snapped her arms back into secured positions above her head.
Her 'grafting point' regained, she pushed herself upwards out of her squat. Throughout her rise, she pushed her lingerie clad rear backwards into a tantalizing smother against the pole behind her, and dipped her torso forwards to tease the buoyant qualities of her dress-shirt clad breasts. The return of her legs to their shapely, fully-extended state coincided with another jump of her hands. This time magnetized to the collar of her dress shirt, she engaged her finished-fingers in a flurry of button-popping whose product was a deft peeling of the shirt from her chest and arms.
Having rendered her body without clothing, she upped the 'ante' of proceedings by a final notch to complete the presentation she had promised. Cheeks burning with a shameful redness, she again turned to direct her front towards her pole, and her back towards her audience. This time, she devoted no time to subtly; a snap of her dominant hand back up to the brassiere seals at her back loosened the garments hold over her bust, and subsequently discarded it to the sea of scattered clothing articles beneath her. Whipping back to face her crowd, she reproduced the snappy motion set at her hips to sensually peel her panties from their rightful positions guarding her crotch.
Once safely drawn to her ankles, the heat of the moment prompted Rias to collect her final undergarment into her dominant hand. Its wadding into her palm was followed by an out-swinging of her arm, and a casual toss of the garment into the crowd of men positively salivating at the sight of her naked frame.
Only one of the men within this crowd was poised close enough to the fluttering fabric to properly make a 'play' for it. Jolting forward with mechanical accuracy, a decidedly-less-geriatric male slid into the camera frame dominated by Rias. Inside it, he leapt up to catch the still-warm garment, and with it in hand, shamelessly mashed its fabric against his nostrils.
Seemingly intoxicated by its scent, a perverse chortle escaped his lips before a crumbling of his legs beneath him slumped his frame into a back-first flattening against the ground.
Initially, Rias was both disgusted and confused by the sight. The behavior he had produced was completely appropriate for an elderly pervert, but seeing it up close (and at such an inopportune time) nearly caused a scowl of disgust to overtake her features.
Fortunately, her observational abilities had not yet left her. None of the man's peers had jumped inward to wrestle with him for the garment. As this was something that deranged perverts were very likely to do, one could only assume that there was something holding them back.
A directive, perhaps.
Eyes widening, Rias began walking forward.
"I guess that's the signal…" bringing herself right up to the soles of the aged male's feet, an embarrassed smile finally teased her lips apart. "T-This is gonna be weird, b-but I don't have a choice. I-It's just sex; how hard could it be?"
Trusting in the pulse of her womanhood, she braced herself, and twirled around to flash her back to the sprawled (and erect) male beneath her. Dropping back down into another tantalizingly low squat, she stopped her descent just short enough to poke her exposed lower lips with the tip of his member.
In the end, Rias proved herself wrong via a deep breath and a drop of her hips accelerated by abandon. Through these, and more importantly, the rushed uncorking of her rigid, nubile depths, she was immediately made privy to the fact that no cock sized as this one was could be limited to mere sex.
Phalluses such as this were only capable of breeding their victims into obedient and tireless whores…
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START
Rias Gremory's virginal inexperience with actual sex acts (as opposed to merely teasing them) did not prove to be much of a hindrance to the beginning of her 'performance'. The moment the glans of her aged partner's member was pressed between the pristine mound between her legs, sexual instincts honed sharper than any human female's guided her lower body through a riding metronome guaranteed to reap the gooey success sought by her suitor.
After progressively swallowing his member down to the greyed patch of pubic hair atop his crotch, these instincts pushed her hands from her sides, and placed their palms atop the lightly-haired exterior of his thighs. Once secured here, she pushed her upper body forward at an acute angle whilst steadily stirring her crotch-planted rear round and round at his crotch. Within seconds, she found his cock situated at a depth perfect for a masturbatory pumping of her pulsing cunt along its turgid exterior.
Internally, this was the conclusion that she arrived at after less than a minute spent with the supple meat of her cunt spread by a thick, fully-matured cock. Easy as it would have been to shrug off her achievement as one fueled by lust, her flushed features acquired hints of genuine astonishment moments after she 'came to terms' with the happening.
"H-How do I know what the right thing to do here was, a-anyway?" she thought, hips still wiggling around her partner's meaty spire. "I-I'll admit that doing this t-this way feels n-nice, but…"
Whilst thinking to herself, the continued throbbing of her partner's member against her folds coaxed her rear into a steady upward slide across the length of his member. In the process, inches of cockmeat previously glazed with sweat were peeled out from her depths, and presented again with a much thicker glaze of female lubrication accentuating their features. Maintained until only its tip remained within her, further throbs of his cock against her womanhood resulted in an effortless spiking of her pale and sumptuous rear back down the path it had travelled. The resultant *SPLATT* of her moistened buttocks against his crotch and the eye-opening jolt of pleasure wrought from the punch of his glans to her cervix dissuaded Rias from further thought on the subject she had raised, and redirected her focus toward putting an appropriate amount of 'effort' into her first real attempt at sex.
"N-No. I-It doesn't matter…" she reasoned. "Whatever t-the reason is, I can t-think about it when this is all over. I-I have to put effort into this, o-otherwise I'll never be able to finish satisfying all these guys…" Priorities set, the astonished expression written out across her face was replaced by one of lustful conviction. Pinching her lips shut, she produced another willful drag of her womanhood across the aged male's member. Stopping her pleasurable ascent precisely where her body had advised previously, she again dumped her rear back towards his crotch, and successfully renewed her skewering with a healthy spire of cock. When the mental fireworks ignited by the delightful fullness that she achieved faded, only a minor invocation of willpower was required to see her hips dragged upwards, and another abbreviated swallowing of his member through her folds executed.
In no time at all, Rias could be observed throughout the production of a seemingly endless chain of metronomic bounces atop the aged male's crotch. With neither direction nor experience on her side, the height that she ascended to and descended from was uniformly curtailed to a point at the middle of his glans. Through this, her lower body achieved a compromise between the speed and depth concerned with her self-started penetration. Whereas the thumping of his glans to her cervix was softened (a consequence of the shortened distance that his cock tip travelled through her), the amount of time her inner walls spent widened by the heated rigidity of his phallus' trunk was increased.
Minutes into her ministrations, the audience that surrounded her—from the aroused men to a stoic and visually 'involved' director—came to regard her as a natural. Her 'talent' had been assured by the director himself, though seeing her in action had thus far proved more convincing than simply imagining what her body might look like consumed by the throes of intercourse.
Expectedly, the male most impressed by her efforts was the one directly beneath her. In return for laying still and allowing a shapely, much younger woman free-reign over his body, the aged male was granted a double-layered pleasure unlike anything he had enjoyed previously. First and foremost, Rias' sometimes taut, sometimes convulsing vaginal canal had consumed his cock, and now subjected it to a suffocating suckling and stroking metronome that sent wads of precum wriggling through his urethra for each cycle that she completed. Furthermore, the figure of the woman who owned this sleeve—a porcelain masterpiece consisting of wide, fertilely-flared hips, pert, yet still appealingly-bulbous buttocks, and voluptuous breasts sized to exceed the grasp of even the most physically 'gifted' of males—could be seen directly in front of him. The knowledge that it was his cock being stabbed in and out of such an impossibly-attractive woman made the taste of her folds as gloved around his member that much sweeter.
Without a point of reference with which to normalize the experience, the aged male found himself filled with a desire for both pleasure and affirmation. Reaching forward with his dominant hand, he settled its worn palm into the blemishes curvature of Rias' right hip. Squeezing into its exterior, he pared his thumb downward at as 6'O-Clock angle to see its exterior press into sex-moistened plush of her buttocks.
Instantaneously, applause burst from his lips.
"You're not just soft on the inside, are ya?" he chortled, a positive impression to his tone. "With how much your hips are stirrin', I thought your body would be a lot rougher to the touch. God damn am I glad to be wrong, g'heh!"
Rias could not help but blush at these utterances. Qualitatively, they were different from the compliments heaped on her by her schoolmates. They were more forward; more vulgar—and more impactful for it. As perceived whilst a rigid and elongated cudgel of cockmeat slid in and out of her cunt, blushing was the very least that her frame could produce in response.
"D-Don't say things like that…" panting through her words, her lips contradicted the sharpened pace of her bounce atop the aged male's member. "M-My b-body is doing most of t-this by itself. I-I'm not some c-common whore who e-experiences this o-often enough to be good at it!"
The Devil-Princess spoke the truth, though so far as her onlookers were concerned, this 'truth' was irrelevant. Of far greater importance to them was the fact that her upper body had leaned further forward, and the pumping of her lower body had acquired an increase in weight. Through this, the length of the gaps that separated the chained *CLOPP--CLOPP—CLOPP* produced from the impact of her perspiration-slickened rear against the aged male's crotch shortened, and the pitch of the moans that Rias produced each time his member disappeared within her sharpened.
At a glance, it seemed to them as though her 'natural talent' for riding swelled erections was not merely a talent. Rather, it seemed as though Rias Gremory enjoyed being watched throughout her feverish service of the cock pressed between her female folds.
Whatever the 'reality' of the situation, this information was of a sort that all of them deemed to be valuable. In particular, the aged male beneath her could not help but grin, chortle, and act at the sights that Rias had put forward. Following her retort, his left hand joined the right in bracing her hips, and both of the limbs began funneling pressure down onto the fertile grooves that they had covered.
"Can you blame a man for speaking the truth? Women back in my day were decently-shaped, but you put most of them just by existin'…" he noted. "Whether you're the one responsible for moving it or not makes no difference to me. That's not gonna stop me from making the most of it!"
Laced into the aged male's words were a threat and an observation. The latter of these could be understood as inevitable (as no man could spend time engulfed by the squirming innards of Rias Gremory without enjoying themselves), though the former was hastily revealed to be grounded in his intents for the future.
Wordlessly, an upward lunge of his upper body undid his passive, back-spread enjoyment of Rias' efforts. Exerting a strength hidden within his aged frame, he leveraged his body weight against the grasps he maintained at her hips. Sliding her forward along his erection by several inches, the disappearance of her meager weight at his crotch allowed for him to draw both of his legs inwards, and finally push off on them to uproot her planted frame. Bracing her all the while, his ascension forced her upper body against the train-car's flooring (contact that was mitigated by an outstretching of her hands), whilst her rear remained firmly implanted against his crotch.
Once more or less upright on planted feet, the aged male bent his knees as deeply as possible, and finally initiated an invigorated feral pounding of Rias' backside.
Startled, Rias could only squeak and groan at the sudden turn of events. Inexplicably, the transition caught her body without the resources required to resist repositioning. What energy remained inside her was instead expended in a bracing of her arms against the ground, and a downward curving of her spine intended to enhance the appearance of her poked-out rear.
When the aged male's thrusts began in earnest, her remaining strength was siphoned away, and her body was left with no other choice but to wholly submit itself to the doggy-style goring of her folds.
Ignorant to his successes thus far, the aged male produced another withered exhalation shortly after settling into his invasive thrusting pattern. Expectedly, the comments that left his lips were even more inflammatory and vulgar than the last set had been.
"There we go, that's a bit better isn't it?" he suggested. "It's probably a lil' humiliating for a dainty thing like you, but now all you gotta worry about is getting your cunt stuffed with cock over and over again like a mewling bitch in heat!"
Again tightening his possessive smothering of Rias' hips, he utilized both of his hands in a sound wrenching of her rear into closer contact with his crotch. Kissing the tip of his member to the exterior of her cervix in the process, he reveled in the momentary euphoria garnered from the happening before peeling his crotch out of contact with her buttocks. Moving backwards far enough to messily extricate the majority of his endowment, his retreat came to a stop with his glans sandwiched on both sides by Rias's lower lips. Phallus riddled with connective spindles of their combined sexual lubrications, he wasted no time in putting the position (and condition) of his member to use. No sooner was his shaft brought to its sitting position did a cutting thrust from his crotch hurriedly bury its rugged and gooey excess back through to a complete plugging of Rias' cunt.
Following this came a more spirited (and effective) iteration of the very same thrusting pattern that he had started with. On successfully driving himself through Rias' enflamed depths and overcoming their possessive gripping of his endowment, he forced his crotch backwards to begin the process anew.
Unlike Rias' bouncing, these thrusts were supplemented by both masculine conviction and possessiveness. So far as the aged male's body was concerned, the entirety of Rias' frame from its hips downwards belonged to him. Her female innards were his to breed, and the smooth, moist, and graspable flesh of her hips and butt were his to knead.
Intent on expressing as much to Rias herself, he selected a tireless thrusting pattern and a rough manipulation of her body as his means of 'communication'. One by one, his crotch produced sound and unhindered injections of his member straight from the near-mouth of her vaginal canal to its cervix-studded back. Not one of these rapid ingresses were discernable as different from the other. Each of them entailed a brutish parting of Rias' inner walls, a seamless domination of their exteriors with writhing veins and throbbing meat, and a powerful punch of glans flesh to the swelled nub of her cervix. Accompanying the former happening were guttural noises akin to the slurping and squelching of a gooey crevice to some object repeatedly crammed and removed from its confines. With the latter was a barely-discernable upward tenting of Rias' cervix. Whilst the button stubbornly persisted in its functionality as a seal, the weight of his thrusts had thus far proved heavy enough to demand an upward 'retreat' of its positioning.
As his thrusting enamored his partner's innards with stimulation and reorientation, the aged male put his unencumbered psyche to use on the rest of her body. When not working in unison to squish her asscheeks against one another and intensify the perceived depth of his thrusts, both of his hands could be seen throughout engagement in a mixed 'tease and punishment' of her lower body. In between impressions of his crotch against her rear, the aged male's dominant hand occasionally abandoned her hips in favor of the delivery of several short-ranged slaps of its palm against one of her buttocks. Each varied in the amount of strength that they utilized (and as a consequence, the extent to which they caused the fat and flesh of her buttocks to jiggle and sway), though each set that he produced was invariably followed by a complete impression of his palm's face to the reddened flesh it had abused. Through this, the 'pain' of the spanks that it produced was to be balanced out by a short period of dedicated kneading and squeezing.
Similarly themed activities were carried out by his subordinate hand. At times, this limb could be seen greedily cupping as much of one of Rias' buttocks as it could contain before peeling this excess outwards to expose (and ideally spread) the pierced mound settled between it and its counterpart. These peelings were held throughout an occasional sharpening of the thrusts that he produced, thereby enhancing the extent to which his cock was allowed to choke her depths.
These efforts on the part of her partner and the mounting humiliation associated with having her womanhood skewered and pounded whilst on her hands and knees stretched Rias' endurance thin. The very idea of sex was one new enough within her mind to make the aged male's prowess seem unbearable in the long-term.
In this particular instance, the word 'seem' was key. Mentally, Rias felt lost within a mixture of bliss and discomfort. Thus far, however, her body had responded to these changes with the sort of perverse grace that was guaranteed to 'sell' on the open market. Consistent pants toned with hints of feminine pleasure passed through her lips with regularity, and were only interrupted when especially potent thrusts from her partner provided her with a reason to moan. Differently, without explicit direction, very slight flicks and wiggles of her hips and buttocks were produced by her lower body in response to the aged male's thrusts. Each executed without trembling or stagnation, the 'feel' that they exuded was one of a practiced skill more so than reflexive reactions to stimulation. Yet again, whilst her mind clamored for relief, her body presented itself as trained, and perhaps even unparalleled within the realm of appearing as sexually desirable.
Nevertheless, Rias' internal experience remained realer—to her, at least.
"This is w-what it feels like?" occasionally, these words slithered through her mind as a helpless protest against the stimulation that rippled up her spine. "T-This is what getting f-fucked…
"T-This is what getting f-fucked like a bitch feels like?" she suggested. "I-I thought it'd feel a-absolutely awful. E-Every woman I've s-seen reduced to this has never h-held onto their sanity, s-so I thought…
"I thought it'd b-be terrible. But i-it feels good. G-Getting my cunt split open by a t-thick, t-throbbing c-cock like this feels good ?!"
Unbeknownst to her (more so as a consequence of her failure to pay attention than a lack of discernable signs), the male responsible for providing her with this pleasure housed feelings mutual to her own within him. Unlike her, however, he remained ready and willing to express these feelings as the mounting pressure within his crotch demanded.
Raising his the volume of his voice over that of the flogging of his sodden crotch against her rear, exhalations of pleasure began streaming from his mouth not long after Rias arrived at her 'conclusion'.
"You just get better and better Rias-chan!" he applauded. "I haven't felt a cunt this tight mashed against my cock in years! It's been even longer since I've seen such a naturally gifted slut grind her hips back against mine, too!"
Despite the rasp of these utterances (likely necessitated by a prolonged production of grunting and groaning) a certain amount of urgency could be heard in them. From this, one could discern that the aged male had not once exaggerated about Rias' worth as a sex partner; even now, continuing with his ministrations required him to deny his body's desire for some kind of release.
"I think this kind of effort coming from a perfectly-built slut like you deserves a reward, don't you?" he suggested. "I don't got much on me, but the least I can do is give ya your first orgasm of the day. You just sit back and keep taking my cock—you'll be feeling my cum spewin' out inside ya in no time, AHEH!"
Having made good on each of the promises he had made thus far, the aged male did not appear as poised to deviate from his word. Moments after his utterance, proof of his impending 'honesty' appeared in an unsustainable hastening of his thrusts, and an adjustment of the posture at which he delivered them.
Leaning forward and downwards, he lowered his chest to a point just short of contact with the curved stretch of Rias' back. Throughout executing this shift, he slid his hands up and away from her hips and buttocks towards stomach. Feeding inches of his forearms across the width of her abdominals, he completed the gesture with a curling of his palms along the edges of her abdominals Through this, a restrictive 'banding' of her lower body whose constriction could be increased at will took shape.
Following settlement, both limbs were put to direct and effective use. Plunging his crotch inwards and further compressing the meat of Rias' rear, the aged male buried himself as deeply within her ass his cock—and her cervix—would allow. As he did so, the inches that separated his chest from her back were cleared via a tightening of the arm-noose at her middle. Effectively robbing the young woman of a means of escape, a wide smirk erupted across his lower jaw.
"Make sure you drink down all of my cock juice, Rias-chan!" he advised. "I'm not going to let you go until every single drop is caked inside you!"
Denied time to consider the validity of her partner's claims or potential escape routes for herself, Rias failed to so much as turn her head backwards in protest of her entrapment. As soon as she postured her neck to do so, an explosion of heavy, molten-hot fluid against her cervix pinched her lips shut, and engaged her throat in the production of a prolonged and orgasmic moan…
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SWELL
Not long after feeling her cunt be plastered with cock juice for the very first time, Rias became certain that the experience itself—the layering of fresh semen to her inner walls—would be the one that eventually robbed her mind of functionality in the future.
Packed into the inches-long strand of pale-white sludge was a volume of 'fluid' much more significant than her feeble knowledge of sex had suggested. Its quality was as far away from 'fluid' as she could imagine. Chunky and congealed, its caking to the exterior of her cervix evoked images of porridge, wall-plaster, and tapioca within her mind—substances far denser than the reproductive fluid she had read about within textbooks.
If granted a more 'broad' stretch of surface area to spread across, the jarring impact that this rope of seed delivered onto her mind could very well have been softened. Regrettably, her cervix was in no mood for such dangerous facilitation. Undaunted in the face of opposition, her final bastion of defense rebuked the strand in its entirety, and relegated its steaming contents to a layered plastering of the very back of her womb.
The very same fate was imposed onto each of the innumerable other strands of semen that leap from the nose of the aged male's member. Sequentially, double-thick laces of the substance were spewed out against the supple pink of her vaginal canal's back. Within the delivery of the first handful, the region became indistinguishable from a narrow cavern utterly inundated by gluey semen.
From this point onwards, the conditions within Rias' womanhood only worsened. Having went without masturbation or sexual intercourse for the purpose of his 'work' (as well as the fact that his age had left him without viable sexual partners), the viscous nut stored up within his balls amounted to a volume much higher than that produced by the average 'pent-up' male. Ropes of seed consistently ubiquitous and over-fed were spewed atop the swampy foundation laid atop her cervix until, less than a half minute later, the capacity of her womanhood was exceeded by their compilation.
Without canal inches to which they could graft themselves, their forced stuffing between Rias' lower lips was reversed vehemently and grotesquely. Abruptly, fractured mats of congealed cock juice exploded out from between her lower lips. Released from between her inner walls and the cock that continued to writhe against them, this explosion was 'sculpted' to consist of an initial burst, and a slow oozing of its dregs across the 'trails' from which its majority had been released.
The strength of this pressurized burst and the sensation of warm semen drooling down from the base of her slit toward her anus wrenched Rias from her orgasmic state, and returned her to the reality of being filled with an abnormal volume of semen produced by a perverse old man. Wiggling her hips in desperation, mewl-garnished protests left her lips as petulant, and almost-endearing whimpers.
"T-That's too much! Y-You gotta let go; I-I can't hold any more inside m-me, so i-it's all just spilling out!" she complained. "It's so t-thick and gross, too. I-It's not supposed to be like that, is it?"
In response, the aged male huddled tightly against her frame offered naught but disappointment. Seemingly spent from his vigorous squeezing of semen into her depths, he released his grasping of her middle, and gingerly backed away to extract his softened member from her folds. Sliding backwards until a moistened popping of his glans from her mound ushered in a heavy splattering of semen against the floor, he wordlessly lumbered away from the flourishing woman beneath him as if locked within some sort of trance.
In his place, two men from the swelling crowd that encircled the area inched inwards to assume positions as 'space-fillers' opposite Rias. Similarly aged and similarly endowed, one could infer from the erections that they sported that their intentions did not differ much from those of their 'colleague'.
The male that approached Rias' still-floored upper body defied the overall theme of these intentions—to a point. Crouching down into a squat on bloated, hairy legs, he extended a hand down into an appreciated stroking of Rias' moistened cheek. Whilst savoring its texture and clearing some of the perspiration that dewed it, an answer to the question that she had posed was delivered in a voice overcome by geriatric condescension.
"Well, when ya work up men our age with little body shows like the one you came up with, anything is possible!" he explained. "Gh'hah! Honestly, though, if that surprised ya, you're going to be surprised all night, Rias-chan. Your body is the definition of what any male would want to blow his jizz into!"
Peering upwards, a brand new blush deepened the thin red hue left on Rias cheeks. The thinner male's explanation sounded legitimate—more so given what she had experienced thus far—though its perversion sent a fresh throb of pleasure rippling through her chest and womanhood. As she opened her mouth to deny it (a natural instinct that she followed when others attempted to humiliate her), the sensation of hands squeezing down onto the tenderized exterior of her hips caused a cute yelp to slip from her mouth.
Whipping her head backwards, she again found her body being manipulated without her permission. Exerted by the hands she had felt was a reversal of the knee-supported slumping of her frame, and its flipping into a more comfortable sprawl settled onto its back.
These hands belonged to the second of the two males that had joined her at the set's 'focal point'. This one somewhat more 'bulky' than his counterpart, the size of the arms connected to his palms and the width of the cock that throbbed at his crotch evoked similar pangs of arousal and apprehension within her when she caught sight of them.
Now on her back, another directed shift of her eyes in the direction of the bulky male's face provided her with an ideal view for the acts that followed his first. Donning a carnivorous leer, he removed his hands from her hips, and replanted them against the supple inner surface of her thighs. Following placement, he collected mutable handfuls of the toned and sculpted limb-sections and put them to use in an abrasive spreading of their extents away from one another. This done, he edged the sitting position of his palms downwards to support their outspread undersides, and finally wrenched her lower body inwards towards his crotch.
Expectedly, the strength put into this wrench was measured to leave her creamed and heated womanhood inches away from the bobbing erection extending upwards from his crotch.
"He's exactly right, Rias-chan!" evidently, bringing his member into such close contact with the maddeningly-moist climate opposite her cunt did not rob him of his ability to speak. "For men like us, spilling anything less than the thickest, ripest cum we've got would almost be an insult!"
Cued to the portly male's shameless 'praise' for his youthful captive was an unrestricted inward punch of his crotch, and the graphic, semen-greased disappearance of his cock into the grimy warmth of Rias' cunt. The distressed (and distinctly pleasured) groan that erupted from her mouth after the fact was first smothered, then obliterated by a curved injection of the thinner male's cock between her lips, and through the moistened curvature of her throat.
Yet again, Rias' concerns had been invalidated; both by 'reason', and the fact that those she had chosen to protest to were well-endowed males.
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MORE THAN ONE
The pair of males responsible for Rias Gremory's first spit-roasting between a pair of cocks both attained satisfaction with the 'experiences' that accompanied goring her ends. The rates at which they acquired this satisfaction did not differ much from one another; the quality of Rias' orifices and the similarity of the desperate roughness that they utilized in her penetration effectively guaranteed this. Similarly, the composition of their satisfaction (and the rewards that embedded into them) seemed indistinguishable from one another.
Given that which they worked towards—the draining of a significant volume of seed into Rias' stomach and cunt— the eerie similarity of their experiences could be understood as a byproduct of the most 'optimal means' of achieving their goals.
Regardless, the outward appearance of these events did not account for them in their entirety. In truth, subtle differences separated both males in terms of the experience that they enjoyed, and the effort that they expended in working towards sexual release.
The portly male, having plunged his member through the seeded and loosened depths of Rias' womanhood, created through his thrusts an experience irreducible to another male's 'sloppy seconds'. With palms firmly cupping the underside of Rias' thighs, rigid inward stabs from his crotch delivered his member through her vaginal canal at a steady, orifice-fattening pace. Contrary to the appearance of Rias' reddened and semen-splattered lower lips, these thrusts were executed in spite of the persistence of her inner walls' cloying tightness. Having recovered seamlessly from the sound fucking she had received prior, this tightness as 'padded' by the caking of organ-warmed semen to the surface of her innards required a considerable amount of physical persistence on the part of her suitor to overcome. From the very first thrust he laid into her, contractions of his fat-padded abdominals and an inward biasing of his body weight were required to see his member plunged through her depths as he pleased. Additionally, careful management of the pleasure that coursed through his member each time he succeeded in ramming his crotch against her own, and an even a 'scaling' of his sexual expectations became requirements of keeping his pounding efforts fruitful.
Of these mental and physical requirements, it was the leveling of his expectations that the portly male struggled with most. In his experience, used and seeded cunts were best considered as balmy masturbation toys. Loose and flexible, one could abuse them with any manner of thrusting pattern and still attain an orgasm so long as they did so for a long enough period of time. Feeling Rias' folds hug to the meat of his member and afterwards apply virginal squeezes and massages to the entirety of its exterior truly drove home the conclusion that his employer had arrived at before proceedings had begun: Rias Gremory existed in a class of young women all her own.
As mandated by the ripple of puffy cuntmeat against the sensitive bundles of nerves about his member, this conclusion was one that he internalized quite quickly.
To reiterate, the portly male's body had already arrived at this conclusion. Not once since their initiation had the thrusts pressed through her drooling lips endured a loss of consistency. Adrenaline and lust supplemented his aching muscles in tandem through a rapid (and considerably messy) plunge-and-pull of his endowment from her depths. Under their influence, his metronome perpetuated the illusion of only the basal inches of his member being outside of Rias' cunt at any given point throughout his thrusts.
Similarly taxing (and enlightening) was that which the thinner, more wrinkled male squatted over Rias' skull experienced throughout feeding his member in and out of her throat.
What experience he maintained in penetrating a woman's mouth from his chosen angle reduced the prerequisite contortions of his frame (and Rias') to afterthoughts. The burning of his quadriceps necessitated by his crouching and the strain imposed onto his withered arms throughout their sandwiching of her skull were forgotten, and the extent to which he savored the mucus-plastered fluttering of Rias' throat and esophagus was maximized.
To his surprise, this blissful ignorance was wiped away within minutes of his vengeful flicking of Rias' skull. A combination of Rias' sputtering around the exterior of his shaft, the flushed concern written out over her face, and the unrelenting tightness imposed by her throat and esophagus had dissolved his primary comforts far faster than he had anticipated. Without them, the wash of gooey stimulation over his member after each sharp, inward plunge of her skull was perceived by him as a slovenly suffocation of his member by a living, breathing cock-sleeve. A similarly branded-qualitative mutation warped the brief feelings of relief and longing that assaulted him after pushing her skull backwards along the upper inches of his shaft into a narcotic longing for more stimulation by the wriggling abyss his shaft escaped from.
Shortly, Rias' mouth had exceeded his expectations, and was now imposing its own onto him.