Hisao comforts Misha [18+]

    "Please, Hisao. Comfort me... Just for tonight."

    >REFUSE

    "Misha, I can't do that. You know I can't. It won't help anything between you two. You're... you're amazing, Misha. You really are." I told her as she teared up, her head falling to my shoulder.

    I wrapped an arm around her and stroked her bright-pink hair as she cried, trying to hold back my own tears. "I know you feel unwanted, but us... doing that... isn't going to make either of us feel any better."

    "You're... you're beautiful, Misha. You make everyone around you happy just because you're so happy. You're too pretty to be this sad." I lowered my head to hers and kissed her lightly on the head, trying to calm her.

    I rested my head against her and let her cry, her tears slowly staining the front of my shirt. We sat there for a good minute. Finally, Misha looked up to me, her face streaked with tears.

    "Hicchan... Do you really mean that?" I looked her in her eyes and told her "Yes... Yes, I do. You're beautiful, and amazing."

    Blushing deeply, Misha suddenly leaned up and planted a kiss on my lips. Shocked, I could only sit there as she kissed me deeply, throwing her arms around my neck and pushing me down to my bed.

    I finally muster the energy to break away from Misha, stammering, "M-Misha?! What the hell are you doing?!" She looked at me with those big eyes, sadness welling up in them again.

    "I... I thought you liked me, Hisao..." I think she got lessons from Emi; my resolve weakens quickly. "Well... I do, but I thought you loved Shizune! And were, well..."

    "Hicc- Hisao, I like guys, too. And Shizune will never love me. I've realized that. But you... I like you, too, and I know you'll be here for me..." She laid her head on my shoulder, holding me close.

    My resolve shatters like a windowpane. I embrace her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply, running my hands through her short, pink hair.

    Months of unresolved sexual tension we weren't even aware existed pushed us even further as Misha's hand slid up the side of my body, untucking my shirt and working its way up my side. The kiss deepened, my tongue finding its way into her mouth. Strawberries and chocolate...

    Her hand works its way to my chest, the other hand slowly and deftly undoes my buttons, finally working my shirt off of my chest as we continue to make out. She stops kissing me for a moment as her hand traces over my scar, her eyes shooting open to look at it.

    She looks at me in horror, and I finally realize why this was all a bad idea - I'd never told either Misha or Shizune about my condition. "Hicchan... Is this why you're here?"

    I nodded, resting a hand against her cheek. "I'll tell you about it later. I promise. I'll be fine." I lean in and kiss her forehead as she visibly relaxes, tracing a finger over my scar.

    She finally relaxed, leaning in and kissing me again as her hands roamed over my chest. I ran my hands across her side and, feeling bold, slid them up her shirt, slowly caressing her sides and moving my kiss to her cheek, then to her neck, lightly sucking.

    "Hiiiiiiiiiichaaaaaaaaaaaannnn...." she moans lightly, obviously enjoying my touch as I work my way up the front of her shirt, almost ripping her shirt open to get to her ample chest.

    Suddenly, Misha flips herself up onto my waist, her shirt dangling off of her shoulders. Her impressive chest strains against her pink-and-white striped lace bra, the shirt barely hanging on as she gives me a come-hither look, moaning lightly. I almost lose it then and there.

    She reaches back with one hand and plants the other on her thigh, bracing herself. "Is this what you want, Hicchan?" she whispers, arching her back to make her breasts look bigger. I slowly nod, gulping as she deftly undoes one clasp, then the other.

    Her bra comes undone with a loud snap, falling down as she slides it off her shoulders, giving me an eyeful of her massive chest. D... No, possibly E cup, with only a slight hint of sag to them; just enough to show that they were real.

    She squeezes her huge chest together, looking at me with lust in her eyes. "Go ahead, Hicchan. They're all yours." I reach up and slowly take them into my hands. They're unbelievably soft, and yet firm at the same time. She moans lightly as I fondle her, planting her hands on either hand on either side of my body.

    "Hiiicchan..." she moans, her eyes clenching as I fondle her massive rack. I pinch one of her nipples lightly, taking the other in my mouth and suckling lightly. Her back arches, grinding against my throbbing member.

    She continues to grind herself into my waist, moaning lightly, her breath quickening. I can slowly feel the front of my pants getting wet, whether from sweat or her juices I don't know.

    She lays down on her side once again and continues kissing me, unbuckling my belt and working my meat out of my pants, stroking it ever so lightly.

    I gasp lightly as she touches me with the lightest of grips, almost torturing me as she does. Not to be undone, I work my hand up her ample thigh, brushing my hand over her moist panties. She gasps sharply, looking at me in surprise. "Hicchan..." she moans, kissing me again as I work my hand under her panties and rub her wet core.

    She moans loudly into my mouth, stroking me harder and faster now.

    I can feel myself warming up slowly as I slide a finger into her, my hands working slowly as I massage her. I rub her button lightly, eliciting a long, sharp moan as she pulls away from me.

    I continue to work her as I slide down her body, kissing her lightly. I finally reach her ample thighs, spreading them and removing her soaked panties. Her womanhood is completely devoid of hair save for a small heart-shaped pink patch at the very top. I make a mental note to ask her if she actually dyes her pubic hair pink and dive in, drawing a long, slow lick across her folds.

    "Hiiiichaaaaaaa-ahnnnnn" she moans loudly, trying to control her volume as I continue to lick her, my tongue pressing against her nub every so often, causing her to twitch every time. Enjoying her taste (A strange, kind of sweet taste, mingled with... strawberries?), I continue to lap at her like a thirsty dog, my arms hooking around her large thighs as she writhes beneath me.

    "Hii-chaaan... I'm... I'M..." she moaned. Her legs tightened around my head and I moved up, licking her nub as I thrust a finger into her. Her release came, her legs tightening around me as she let loose a loud moan, almost a scream, throwing pillow over her mouth to muffle her screams.

    "H-Hicchan... That was... Wahaha~!" she laughs lightly as I rest my head on her ample chest. We lie there for a moment before Misha, apparently recovered, kicks her leg over my waist and looks down at me, once again with that look on her face. "It's your turn now, Hicchan." she whispers to me as she leans in, kissing me deeply.

    She reaches between her legs and strokes my lightly, positioning me at her entrance. "Are you ready, Hicchaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnn!" Taking the queue, and beating her to the punch, I thrust my turgid member into her moist womanhood, causing her to moan loudly in wreckless abandon as I plunge into her.

    Misha sat down on my waist, moaning as I filled her to the limit. "It's so... biiiiiiiiiiig..." she moaned as she slid up on my length again, riding me slowly, enjoying the feeling of me sliding in and out of her.

    She rides me hard and fast, her breasts shaking in front of my face. I sit up, taking her with me, holding her waist and helping her bounce as I thrust up into her, eliciting long, low moans from her as I do.

    Finally, losing myself in her, I flip her onto the bed, driving into her hard and fast, causing her moans to increase in frequency and pitch, louder and louder. She starts to grope her own breast with one hand, rubbing her mound with the other, obviously enjoying this a little too much.

    12:08 AM - ♥The Titillating Two-Face♥: it's just like my japanese hentias

    I try to block everything out, trying not to come too fast, but Misha is too much for me. She looks deep in my eyes and moans, saying "Hicchan, I'm coming... I-I want you to-AHN-come with me!"

    I lose it, pounding into her even harder and faster, bottoming out in her as my balls slap against her, the sound of our flesh colliding filling the air as we make love.

    I move to pull out, but I'm just not fast enough. Misha locks me in with her legs, throwing her arms around me to pull me into a kiss and dragging her nails against my back. I tense up, releasing my seed deep within her as she comes, squeezing the life out of my cock.

    Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, I slump down on her, resting my head on her breasts. She pulls the blanket over the two of us as we slowly drift away to sleep, whispering one last thing into my ears.

    "I love you, Hicchan."