Meeting Hoshoa

Chapter 11 is here readers, and WOW, it's a doozy! This was slow going just because of holidays keeping me from spending time writing, and just wanting every word of this one to really be perfect. I hope you all enjoy, and please leave me some feedback if you do!

All characters are over 18. One's over 800.

CW: Rimming, BBW, monsterfucking (oni female on human male, oni female on human female), dommy mommy play, foodplay, stuffing, lactation/breastfeeding, futanari play, threesomes (MFF), cum-eating, face-sitting. We get really kinky in this one, readers!

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Hoshoka tore through the oni romance novel Emily loaned her as voraciously as she would any meal. During this, I got treated to a few dramatic readings of overly-purple prose and an ongoing count of uses of the phrase "turgid member."

"It's clear the writer has never met an oni," she said as she closed the book, lounging sprawled across the length of the couch. "None of us have chiseled abs or pecs you could bounce coins off of. Most of us are built like weightlifters at best - stout, powerful bodies with big sexy beer bellies. And granted, my arms are a lot flabbier than they were 500 years ago when I was swinging a club every day and stealing horses to eat."

She curled one arm demonstratively, kissing the swell of her bicep.

"I'm still strong, though! Just not pretty boy strong. That said, though, I'm surprised how much they got right. The Demon Shogun's appetite for sex is pretty close, and his attitudes towards women mirror a lot of oni males I knew back in the day. Which is the weird thing for me, reading this. He's rough, selfish and controlling; why the fuck would I want a man like that when I can have a cunt-starved cinnamon bun of a man like you?"

I just shrugged.

"Not having read it," I replied, "I have no idea. Maybe it's an 'I can fix him' situation?"

Hoshoka snorted.

"I'm too old for a man who needs that much work. He can fix himself and get back to me," she snarked.

With that, she picked up her phone and started typing out a text to Emily outlining her thoughts on the book. After sending it, she held the phone at arm's length and took a double-chinned, chubby cheeked selfie.

"Damn, I'm cute," she remarked to herself as she hit send.

"Damn right you are," I replied. She looked over at me, smiled and blew me a kiss. Then she stretched, catlike, and raised herself up off the couch. Adjusting her T-shirt, she sashayed into the kitchen, wiggling her fat red ass at me the whole way.

Returning with a tall cup of straight vodka, she fixed me with a look.

"So, my sweet boy," she said sweetly, "Emily and I have a date tomorrow, and I have a good feeling that she and I are going to end up back here afterwards. How do you feel about that? Do you want to be here, would you rather not be?"

Looking up at her, I said, "Honestly, until she explicitly tells me she wants me present, I think it's better if I go do some ChowDashing during your date."

Hoshoka nodded and took a long sip of her drink.

"Well then," she replied, "I guess I better take extra good, extra special care of my sweet boy's needs tonight then, shouldn't I?"

I grinned.

"What did you have in mind, Mama?"

Hoshoka smiled lewdly.

"You just strip naked and bend yourself over the couch and I'll show you."

I dutifully did as she requested, kneeling on the couch cushions and bending over the back. I arched my back a little and stuck my butt out; I knew it was something she liked.

"Mmmm," she said, running a hand lightly over my ass, easing my cheeks apart. "My man has such a hot fucking ass...perfect globes, nice amount of hair, spreads easy...and that asshole! Hells, looking at that cute little hole makes me want to grow a cock and give you the same sort of fucking you give me! How about it, sweet boy? Let Mama ass fuck you?"

I shook my head. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet, Mama," I told her. I could hear the pout in her voice as she responded.

"No? Oh, fine. Though I hardly see any difference between putting my tongue in that sweet pink pucker of yours and fucking you. I guess you'll just have to miss out on something amazing and settle for me rimming your fucking brains out while I stroke your fat cock."

Before I could respond she had her face in my ass, tongue swirling wetly over my asshole as her hands held me wide open. I moaned and squirmed but she held me steady, lapping loudly. My cock throbbed violently to attention as she attacked my ass with her tongue, probing into me with the tip - only to withdraw teasingly a heartbeat later.

"That's my good boy," she gasped as she came up for air, panting for breath. One hand shifted from my ass cheek, sliding down over my taint and balls before wrapping possessively around my cock.

"I want you to remember that Mama loves you, and loves your fat cock and delicious ass," Hoshoka growled as she began to stroke me with the drool that had dripped down my balls.

"I love you too Mama," I panted as she put her face back in my ass. She wasn't holding back now; she very quickly began tongue-fucking my ass, deep and passionate, her tongue darting in rhythm with her slick hand around my shaft.

I was doing my absolute damnedest to try and hold back, to resist the growing orgasm I could feel tightening my balls. Hoshoka was having none of that; my efforts to hold back were met with even more vigorous stroking and the sensation of her tongue pressing into my prostate.

With a whimpering moan I came hard; so hard I swear I could hear the spurt of cum erupt from my cock. Hoshoka continued to tug on my cock until she was absolutely certain I was empty, only then taking her tongue out of me.

"That's my good boy!" she gasped as she caught her breath. "Such a nice, big load for Mama...no, no, don't move just yet. I'm not done with you."

I felt her fingers on my asshole, along with a warm stickiness; the hand she'd been stroking me with was still comfortably wrapped around my cock.

"Mmm, now that looks good," Hoshoka purred. "I hope my sweet boy doesn't mind Mama taking a certain...liberty just now. I caught all that hot, thick, tasty cum in my hand as you spurted, and then your naughty Mama smeared that cum all over your sexy hole...Now I'm going to eat you clean...and imagine I'm licking my own creampie out of you..."

I was squirming before her tongue touched my ass again, just hearing her talk about what she was doing was...intense. Hoshoka has a way of making you desperately want whatever she wants; I don't know if it's supernatural or just pure erotic energy, but in that moment I knew I was committed to letting her fuck me in the ass the next time she asked.

She moaned and purred to herself as she licked my cum up, cleaning my ass with delicate swipes of her tongue. It was an incredible sensation; I was more than halfway hard again by the time she was done, my body saying refractory period be damned. When she finished, Hoshoka sat back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I hope that lets you know," she said with a slight burp, "How fucking much I love you and love your sexy body. And no matter what happens with my date with Emily tomorrow, you, sweet boy, are my fuck toy of choice."

I clung limply to the couch, too well-milked to move.

"You're incredible," I breathed happily. "Next...next time you want to ass fuck me...the answer's yes."

Hoshoka giggled and, rising to her feet, wrapped her arms around my midsection. She picked me up and hugged me to her chest, kissing my neck and shoulders as she squeezed me tight.

She whispered in my ear, "We're going to make you cum so much harder than you ever have before, harder than you ever dreamed possible. I'm going to fuck you with all the love and lust this world has to offer, sweet boy."

She paused to kiss my ear.

"But for now," she murmured, "I'm taking my sweet boy up to bed to recover."

***

I'd only been running ChowDash orders for maybe an hour and a half before I got a text - surprisingly, not from Hoshoka's phone. Emily texted me:

Can you pick up some Gatorade for us? We need to rehydrate <3

And a selfie of the two of them in the bed with tousled hair and sleepy, sated smiles on their faces. The covers were pulled up over their breasts, but their shoulders and cleavage demonstrated that they were at least topless and likely fully nude. Emily was holding the phone to take the picture and Hoshoka's arm was curled possessively around her shoulders.

I grinned and saved the photo for myself. I marked myself unavailable for further ChowDash orders, and replied that I'd be on my way shortly, and what flavors did they want?

Light blue for me and orange for Hoshoka. Thanks Dave!

Thinking about it, and knowing Hoshoka, I decided they would probably need more than one bottle apiece. I swung by the store and grabbed a six-pack of each flavor; I also grabbed a six-pack of the yellow for myself before heading back to the house.

As I let myself in, I heard Emily wailing with pleasure from the bedroom upstairs. I smiled, grabbed one of each flavor of Gatorade and stashed the rest in the fridge before heading up to meet them. The bedroom door was open, and the first thing I saw were Emily's pale, bouncing breasts.

Hoshoka was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully nude and in undisguised oni form, with Emily in her lap facing the door; Hoshoka's hands wrapped around Emily's sides and cupped her chubby belly tenderly, holding her steady as she bounced and squirmed.

Emily's body was absolutely heavenly; huge soft breasts with wide areolas that were almost invisible against the skin around them and pale pink nipples, and a band of freckles across her shoulders and cleavage mirroring the one across her nose. Her belly was soft and plump, her thighs thick, and her pussy shaved smooth; I doubted it would stay that way for long if Hoshoka had any say.

That shaved pussy was wrapped tight around a thick, erect cock, and I could see a set of balls, dark red and as big as tangerines, swinging between Hoshoka's thighs as she thrust up into Emily. Hoshoka had teased and cajoled plenty of times about growing a cock, but this was the first time I'd seen her do so; I'm not ashamed to admit a tingle ran up my spine and my cock stirred at the sight of it.

"Am I interrupting round two?" I asked lightly, smiling wide at both beautiful women. Emily gasped as her eyes shot open at the sound of my voice, and her hand involuntarily went down to cover her pussy. Hoshoka laughed and hugged Emily's middle tightly.

"Round FOUR, sweet boy!" she said joyously. "Are you ready to join us? We're nice and warmed up!"

Emily blushed deeply, and Hoshoka hugged her tighter, drawing a line of kisses across her shoulders.

"You, my little cupcake," Hoshoka purred, "have been doing an amazing job and you should be so proud of yourself. I know I'm proud of you; not everyone could keep up with an oni's libido like you are, and you're doing a great job. Why don't we take a break? You sit tight, keep Mama's fat cock warm inside that hot little cunt of yours, and enjoy your blue elixir. Replenish yourself, and then we'll have more fun, okay?" Emily just nodded, smiling shyly.

To me, she said, "Dave, she's incredible. You're about to be the luckiest man ever because I swear to King Enma she's got the inborn sexual talent and desire any oni would be proud of. Fuck, I feel lucky to be inside her!"

"Oh my god," Emily added, hiding her face in her hands. "You make me sound like some kind of nympho sex goddess! I-I - I was a virgin when I got here!"

Hoshoka's hands slid up to cup and gently squeeze Emily's breasts.

"I just call it like I see it," she said sweetly. "Inexperience doesn't change aptitude or natural talent. Dave, can you uncap Emily's drink for her? We need to get her recharged and ready to be worshipped some more."

I served both women their drinks, and undressed, my cock rock hard. Both Hoshoka and Emily licked their lips as they saw it, and I heard Hoshoka whisper, "He's very good with it, too."

"Where do you want me?" I asked as the last of my clothing hit the ground. Hoshoka looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Em, sweetie, do you feel up for sucking Dave's cock while I make love to you from behind? Or would you like me to suck him while you ride me? You're our guest, it's your choice." She gently pinched Emily's nipple as she posed the question.

"Ah! Ooh, you tease! God, I've been crushing on Dave for weeks, so I think I'm ready to take him," Emily replied, squirming at Hoshoka's touch.

Hoshoka nodded and gently eased herself out of Emily, letting her newly-sprouted cock flop free; it was big and the same vivid red as the rest of her skin, darkening at the head. It dawned on me that it was a familiar penis; bigger, sure, but the shape of the head, the curvature, the fact that it was cut...

"Mama, did you copy my cock on purpose?" I asked. Hoshoka grinned sheepishly.

"Maaaaaybe," she said. "It's a damn good one. Anyways, come lay down in bed, sweet boy,

your

cock needs to be sucked by this amazing, beautiful woman you found for me."

I climbed into bed and lay down, legs wide. Emily was quick to crawl between them, her heavy breasts dragging on the sheets and her big round ass in the air. She smiled up at me.

"Guess me giving you my number worked out after all, huh?" she said with a wink. "Even better than I'd hoped."

"That's my good little cupcake," Hoshoka purred as she positioned herself behind Emily. "Show Dave how good you are with your mouth."

Emily began kissing the head of my cock, wrapping her hand firmly around the base. She let her lips part, and I felt her tongue start to caress me. Her mouth opening wider, she took the head between her lips, welcoming me in warmly and wetly. Her tongue swirled over the head, and I half-suspected Hoshoka had given her some tips.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "I thought you said you were a virgin? You're so damn good at that..."

Emily lifted her head and smiled, a streamer of drool linking her lower lip and my cock.

"I watch a lot of porn," she said, "and got a lot of practice in on a dildo."

Hoshoka chuckled. "I had the same reaction to her sucking mine, sweet boy," she said, taking her cock in hand and slapping it against Emily's ass cheeks. Repositioning, she began easing herself back into Emily's pussy.

"Hells, I have missed this," she moaned. Emily moaned as well, muffled by my cock, at the sensation of Hoshoka filling her again.

"Sweet boy, go ahead and fuck her pretty little mouth. I bet she'll love us fucking her in rhythm," Hoshoka said, reaching over Emily to caress my cheek with her palm. She gave me a big smile, golden-yellow eyes sparkling, and mouthed the words "thank you" to me.

I scooped Emily's hair up in my hands, holding it out of her face as I began to slowly and gently rock my hips, thrusting lightly into her wet mouth; she made a muffled sound of appreciation. Hoshoka, meanwhile, grabbed two very appreciative handfuls of Emily's ass and began thrusting, her belly slapping against our new lover's plump cheeks.

"You're going to - oh! - you're going to love her pussy, sweet boy," Hoshoka gasped as she sank up to the hilt in Emily. "She's so plump and - ah! - tight, and she tastes so fucking good. I swear to fucking Enma she has the best pussy I've ever tasted!"

Emily squirmed and blushed between us, unused to this level of praise and affection. I pressed deeper into her mouth, letting her lower lip hit my balls.

"You better get used to this, Emily," I told her, brushing an errant strand of hair out of her face. "Hoshoka has a supernatural ability to praise her lovers..."

"I've gotten - fuck yes, clench around me, cupcake - I've gotten very choosy in my - ah! - advancing years," Hoshoka said, thrusting faster, letting us all hear the wet slap of her plush body against Emily's. "I can't be blamed for picking two absolutely amazing lovers, can I? You're both some of the - ohhhhh - best I've ever had!"

The next few minutes were quiet save for wordless moans of pleasure and the wet sounds of lovemaking; Hoshoka and I were both too focused on Emily to bother speaking, but then she looked up and made eye contact with me.

"Sweet boy," she grunted as she thrust, "Who's going to cum first, me or you?"

"Mmm, fuck, Mama," I replied, "are we racing to the finish line or trying to see who can hold out the longest?"

"Let's have a race," she purred, picking up speed, her hips rolling in a figure-8 motion as she pumped her cock in and out of Emily. Not to be outdone, I began thrusting more vigorously into her mouth; Emily, in turn, relaxed the seal of her lips and let drool spill down my cock and balls, making each thrust of my cock extra loud and wet. Her hand snaked down between her thighs, and soon she was quivering between us as she desperately rubbed her clit.

Surprisingly, I came first; Emily buried her face in my lap as my cock began to pulse, allowing me to shoot jet after jet of semen down her throat; she had me so deep I could feel the rings of cartilage in her throat as she swallowed around me. As my own orgasm died down and the last spurts of cum pooled on her tongue, Emily brought herself off, whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her, legs shaking and sqeaking moans escaping around my cock.

"Oh, fuck, that's it cupcake, cum on Mama's fat cock, milk Mama dry with that tight, clenching pussy, that's it, you're doing so good, so fucking good baby, take Mama's cummmmm!" Hoshoka's back arched and the muscles beneath her soft, pudgy belly rippled as she flooded Emily's pussy with her own spray of cum.

Emily collapsed against my stomach and as her own orgasm ended Hoshoka flopped down next to us, immediately wriggling into position to put her arms around Emily and I. Her soaked, sticky cock was still half-erect, sluggishly oozing the last drops of cum into her dark curls.

"Holy shit," Emily said finally, "that was so fucking hot. I never thought I'd get a threesome, and getting spit-roasted between a hot guy and a super fucking hot oni...fuckkkkkk..."

Hoshoka chuckled softly. "What is with both of you never imagining you'd get a threesome? You're both incredibly sexy people; I think you just need Mama to fuck some confidence into you both. Emily, my lovely sweet cupcake, with your perfect body you could have men lined up just for a taste. And Dave, my sweet boy, you changed my views on fucking and relationships entirely."

She sat up a little, and threw a glance at her plump, shiny cock.

"As well and truly fucked as we all are," she continued, "and Emily, I do want you to tell Dave how many times you came before he got home, but first I think we could all use some clean-up. Cupcake, would you do Mama the honor of sucking her cum and your creamy deliciousness off her cock? After all, I need to clean it before I can put it away."

Hoshoka glanced at me, throwing me the sultriest bedroom eyes she could.

"Dave, my beloved, my sweet boy...do you think you might be up for licking Emily's sweet little well-fucked pussy clean? I think I left a bit of a big mess behind."

My cock jumped at the thought of it. Hoshoka laughed, and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

Putting a hand to her chin, Hoshoka looked pensive for a moment.

"OK," she said thoughtfully, "I think I know the best way to do this so no one loses out. Dave, you're going to lay flat on your back. Emily, I want you to kneel and straddle Dave's face - don't worry, I've made sure he's very good about holding his breath and tapping out when he needs air - and feed him your full cunt. While he's licking you clean, I'll stand in front of you so you can clean me up. Sound good?"

We agreed that it did, and I stretched out on the bed as Hoshoka indicated. Emily crawled into position next to me and threw one leg over my face, and I got an absolutely incredible view of her round ass and plump pussy as she brought them over. Her labia looked like they might normally be tucked in, but the fucking Hoshoka had given her from every angle ensured that she was at full bloom, and I could see the gleam of fluid on them.