18: Hot Hangout [Hiyori, Hiroto]
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With Hiyori and Hiroto both having the day off from work, they, along with Pedro, all decided to hang out in Hiroto’s house on a hot Friday. The trio, as usual, didn’t have much in the way of plans – they spent their time moving between watching random MMA and martial arts movie fights on the internet, to playing a new online team shooting game that all three of them were horrendous at, and even crowding around the kitchen while Hiroto’s mom made haupia.
Eventually, it came time for lunch. The trio declined going out to eat with Hiroto’s parents and sister, and instead ordered from the local favorite restaurant Hook Hut. Unfortunately Hook Hut didn’t do deliveries, so one of them would have to go pick it up, and the unlucky one, Pedro, was decided by a game of rock-paper-scissors.
“Buh byeeee Pedroooo!” Hiyori cheered as she defeated him, gleefully snipping her first two fingers together. “And don’t forget my milkshake this time!”
“Dammit, the one time I don’t pick rock…!” Pedro growled before pushing up to his feet and heading for the door.
That left Hiyori and Hiroto alone in Hiroto’s room. Upon realizing that, Hiyori felt her breath hitch. The two were sitting on the floor with their backs to his bed, wearing tank tops and shorts, and Hiyori hadn’t bothered putting on a bra under hers. Well, neither did Hiroto, but…shut up.
Hiroto had pulled out his phone to put on a hockey game, leaving the bedroom silent, though Hiyori wouldn’t have been able to notice that, given how loud it was in her mind.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit! We’re alone together! In his ROOM! And his parents are gone, too…!
She brought her knees up to her chest, holding them tightly to try and silence the loud pounding of her heart.
Wh-what should I do?! Is it OKAY to do something…?!
She felt him shuffle a bit next to her, and her head shot around to see. He’d spread his legs out more and fiddled with his shorts, presumably to unstick his balls from his thigh. That, of course, had the effect of putting Hiyori’s attention on said balls, and more importantly, the tip of his long-ass dick as it now protruded from the bottom of his shorts.
Ack! Hiro’s dick! It’s right there…!
After unknowingly licking and biting her lip, Hiyori moved her eyes further up her childhood crush’s body. She was almost immediately rewarded for her lechery when Hiroto grabbed at his shirt, bringing it up to wipe away some sweat from his forehead, flashing that delicious rack of ab muscle and those perfectly-sculpted V-lines in the process.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
She frantically turned away, fanning herself with her hand and scrambling for her water bottle. In her jittery panic, however, she ended up spilling it over her chin and onto her chest, soaking her shirt. “Ah! Shit!”
Hiroto looked over at her. “Nice goin’, butterfingers.”
His eyes then moved to her wet tits. And they stayed there for several long, agonizing seconds as Hiyori’s cheeks continued to grow redder and redder. The awkwardness was too much for her, leaving her staring at the carpet waiting for him to say or do anything.
Finally, he spoke. “Hey. Yori.”
She gulped. “Wh-wha-?”
Her eyes nearly exploded from her skull when he suddenly took her chin in his hand and pulled her in for a kiss.
AAAAAAAAAAH! WE’RE KISSING! WE’RE KISSING!!! HE KISSED ME!!!
When he pulled back, she began gasping for air as though she’d been drowning. But he didn’t leave her any time to get her bearings, as he suddenly took hold of her waist and pulled her up onto his lap.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
“Wh-wh-what’s goin’ on…?” she asked with a gulp. Now that she was straddling Hiroto’s lap, staring him right in the eyes, she had no idea what to do with herself. She wanted to kiss him again and run her hands all over his body, but she was so stunned that she still didn’t really know if that was okay or not.
“Huh?” Hiroto asked, head cocking to the side like a puppy, the sight of which had her on the verge of squealing. “Oh, I wanna fuck ya. Your tits got me all bricked up.”
He wants to…? WHAT?!
She immediately became conscious of the feeling of his fat, hardening dick beneath her, and nearly jumped right off of him in surprise.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I CAN FEEL IT!
His hands took the bands of her tank top and easily peeled them off of her shoulders, tugging the entire shirt down to free her boobs. And when his hands cupped them from underneath, fingers squishing into the soft flesh, she arched her back, letting out a cute little squeal like a steam train.
“C…cool…! Uh…y-yeah, I wanna do it too…!” she barely managed to say, clearing her throat and trying not to moan when she felt his thumbs rub her nipples. “What…uh…what are we doin’ then…?”
“Grind on me while I suck yer tits.”
“Gr-grind…?”
Hiyori began to slowly and nervously move her hips forward, grinding her barely-clothed pussy against his barely-clothed cock. She was no stranger to the movement, having done it so many times to her pillow thinking of this exact scenario, but the fact that it was now actually happening made it hard to focus, and with Hiroto’s teeth nibbling on her nipple, the poor girl was already starting to get light headed…
Hiroto clamped his mouth around as much of Hiyori’s boob as he could fit into it, pulling back once it had been sufficiently soaked in his spit. With a smirk, he then said, “Man, your tits are pretty awesome! Too bad there ain’t any milk in ‘em, huh?”
She looked back to his face, her blush growing stronger and hotter. “Milk…?! W-well, yeah, I’m not…I’m not a mom or whatever…eheh…”
He paused, staring at her tits with the same furrowed brow as a dog eyeing a ball that hadn’t been thrown, before finally giving her a bright smile. “Oh, so if I make you a mom, your tits’ll make milk, right? Cool! Let’s do that, then!”
H-he’s gonna…make me…a mom…?!
“Wh-what…?!”
Before Hiyori even knew it, Hiroto had scooped her up and tossed her onto his bed. The girl was too stunned to do anything other than watch as he threw off his shirt and pulled his shorts off, freeing his big, gorgeous dick and nearly bludgeoning her in the head with it.
W-we’re really gonna do it…? Holy shit…!
She didn’t resist when he began stripping her shorts off of her, and in fact, once the deed was done, she was quick to remove the wet tank top, too, leaving herself completely naked in front of him for the first time ever.
Hiroto stared down at her without moving, until he uttered one low little “Huh…”
Her ears perked up, and she brought her arms over her chest. “Wh-what? Did I do something weird…?”
He shook his head. “Nah, I just…I didn’t realize how pretty you are, I dunno.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
“Th-thanks, bro…!” YOU’RE PRETTY TOO! YOU’RE THE PRETTIEST BOY EVER! “Uh…s-so what do we do now?”
He wrapped his hands around her waist and began lifting her off of the bed, turning her around. “Let’s do doggystyle first! That one feels good!”
It was difficult for her to breathe as her heart began pounding hard against her chest, and the thumping sound echoed around her body so loudly she couldn’t even hear her own thoughts properly. All she could do was lay on her hands and knees as she felt Hiroto climb up onto the bed behind her, and stroke her pussy lips with his cock.
A jolt ran up her spine, and an admittedly ugly little half-scream, half-moan came flopping out of her throat.
Th-this is it…! We’re finally gonna do it…! Hiro’s gonna-!
As the first few inches pushed into her virginal pussy, Hiyori’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull, and all of her thoughts became incomprehensible to herself for the next few moments. The poor girl practically blacked out, though perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, as when she did eventually regain consciousness, she found herself in the midst of taking Hiroto’s rhythmic pumping into her, seemingly having already gotten over the initial awkward “get used to taking the log he called a cock” phase in her mental absence.
The bed shook beneath the pair of horny eighteen-year-olds with each thrust, slamming into the wall at a volume that ordinarily would have had Hana stomping over to Hiroto’s bedroom door and telling him to knock it off, but with the house empty, they were free to fuck as loudly as they wanted.
“Fuck, Yori, when’d you get an ass like this?!” Hiroto said, admiring the sight of his childhood friend’s rippling booty cheeks.
AAAAAAH! He likes my butt, too! I’m so ha-!
He slapped his hand across her ass, making it shake even harder and printing his palm and fingers on her skin at the same time.
YES! SPANK ME! SPANK ME, DADDY!
“Aaaah! Aaaaah! Hiro…!” Hiyori yelled, fingers digging into his bedsheets. Her body was in the midst of being assaulted with so many sensations that it wanted to shiver, squirm, arch, and bounce in every direction, but with Hiroto’s right hand holding her waist tightly and his left making her ass his property, it had absolutely nowhere to go.
“Hahaha, damn your pussy’s tight as hell, too!” Hiroto said, taking a sharp breath between his grit teeth. “I shoulda been fuckin’ you this whole time, Yori!”
YES! YES YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN! YOU CAN HAVE ME WHENEVER YOU WANT, HIRO…!
As much as she wanted to say those words aloud to her crush, she simply didn’t have the capacity to. Her throat was occupied with a queue of loud, passionate moans blasting out from her mouth each time she felt Hiroto drive his dick into her.
After having his fun with that position, he grabbed her leg and swung it all the way around, rotating her until she was now on her back, all without retrieving his dick from within her or even slowing down his thrusting.
He moved one of his hands over to her breast, cupping it tightly in his grip. “Shit, it’s gonna be hot as hell squeezin’ milk outta ya and fuckin’ your tight little pussy at the same time!” His hips quickened their pace, and he leaned over her body more, smiling down at her. “Hurry up and get pregnant, Yori! You’re gonna be the hottest goddamn mom ever!”
YES! I WANNA BE A MOM! I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES, HIRO! PLEASE!
Hiroto released his hold on her tit and instead dropped his entire body over Hiyori, completely surrounding her in his hot, muscled form, setting his forehead down on hers.
Feeling his dick pistoning into her while staring deep into her eyes was too much for Hiyori to handle, and she came, convulsing on the bed beneath him while he continued thrusting, locking her down in place with his body.
He smiled down at her, cradling her face in his hands. “Damn, you’re cute when you cum! I gotta make you do it more often, huh?”
KISS ME, PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE…!
Despite not hearing her mental wish, he granted it, taking her lips with his as he drove his dick into her one last time and sprayed his load.
And from the sheer volume of cum that flooded into her – much, much more than usual – it was as though his balls somehow understood that this load was one meant for breeding, and they emptied their full arsenal to make sure the mission was a success.
Hiyori threw her arms around her crush’s neck, turning their kiss into something much hungrier and more passionate. Sloppy as well, admittedly, given both of their relative lack of experience, but enjoyable for them both all the same.
I…I wanna do this forever…!
I wanna do this forever and ever…!
When they finally separated, Hiyori, chest still heaving from the most powerful orgasm of her life, put the rest of her energy into finally speaking aloud something she’d been holding deep within her for years.
“Hiro…I love y-”
SMACK!
Hiyori was shaken from her daydream, her sight completely surrounded as something covered her face. Her hands reached up and tugged it off, and she was able to process that it was a new shirt.
“Here, you can borrow that one,” Hiroto said as he shut his dresser drawer and returned to his spot on the floor beside her. “And you can leave your wet one in the laundry room if you want. Mom’ll wash it and get it back to ya when ya come over again or whatever.”
“H-huh…?”
She looked down at her body. She was still clothed in her wet tank top and shorts, and Hiro was, too. They were back on the floor beside his bed, rather than in it, and, most noticeably of all, her pussy was empty and not filled with Hiroto’s hot, thick cum…
Shoulders sinking, Hiyori said simply, “Yeah, thanks…” before quickly swapping out of her shirt and putting his lent one on.
After fifteen minutes of quiet passed by, Pedro returned with their food, going on and on about having punched out five Blue Magma boys trying to steal it. Hiyori tried her best to slide back into regular conversation with the boys, though that nagging disappointment at her fantasy being snatched away from her made it tough to really perk up for it.
As the sun began to set and Hiroto’s family returned home, Hiroto offered to let the two sleep over in the living room.
While Pedro accepted, Hiyori turned down the invitation, thinking it best to just head home instead. Hiroto at least had the decency (*cough* after receiving a look from his mom) to walk her home since it was growing late.
They stopped by the bench in front of Hiyori’s building, awkwardly standing around without saying anything. Usually, whenever Hiroto walked her home, they would spend that time making plans for their next hangout before saying goodnight, but when Hiyori couldn’t bring herself to say anything, even Hiroto took notice. “Hm?”
He watched her nervously fidget, avoiding eye contact with him all the while, but not immediately leaving to head inside either.
And just when Hiyori was about to try and say something, Hiroto suddenly stepped in and hugged her, and she felt all of those attempted words get lodged in her chest.
Wh-wha-?! He’s hugging me?! What’s going on?!
“Uh…you aight?” he asked, chin resting on the top of her head. “You’re bein’ kinda weird. You sad about somethin’? Or did I do some shit to annoy ya?”
“N-n-no!” she said. As much as she wanted to look him in the eyes, she was having a little too much fun having her face in his chest, and didn’t want to leave its big, broad warmth…
“Is it…your period or whatever?”
“Huh?! No!” She sighed. “I just…” She locked her arms around him and squeezed. “Uh, forget it! Th-the hug’s good! I…I guess I needed this, eheh… I’m all good now! I promise!”
He pulled away a few moments later, smiling and patting her head, all while mentally congratulating himself for solving whatever emotional problem she’d been going through. “Aight, cool! Night, then, Yori!”
She waved goodbye. “Night, Hiro!” And then, with her disappointment now mostly gone, she realized she was wearing one of his shirts, and she quickly pulled it up to her nose to give it a sniff, giggling to herself as she hurried inside to her home upstairs.
He won’t notice if I keep it, will he? That’s not weird, is it?
Quick lil Hiyori and Hiroto scene I felt like doin today on my day off. She seems pretty popular from some of the feedback I read so felt like a good idea to give her some love. This scene takes place in the HOODLUM Era but it doesn’t really fit what I have planned for in-game content for her so I figured making it a BANG BITES scene would work well enough
There’ll be more content comin for her soon-ish in the next few updates of MOMMY MANHANDLER, as she’ll be getting the next Manhandling and Sex Scene in the next big story update, so pls be excite for that
BRAVE BANGERS 
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