The next day.
Kenta picked up Hitomi in Honami's car. Inside, Honami didn't mention anything weird—just told childhood stories about Hitomi.
Kenta checked his phone: a location-sharing app was installed. He left it.
"Hitomi-chan, in elementary, her tits were already C-cup. Boys teased her, played pranks. Middle school—guys stared nonstop. So she didn't like other boys."
"I get it."
Hitomi got entertainment offers, but Honami refused—worried people would judge her due to Honami's job, or demand things unknowingly. Wanted Hitomi normal.
Kenta agreed, but Honami cared deeply for Hitomi. That's why Kenta didn't understand her inviting him to cheat.
"So, Kenta-kun, I want you to marry Hitomi-chan. Since I'm forced to declare myself a slave mom—make me a real one."
"That's basically forcing me to propose…"
"Oh, fine, right? Boastful maybe—but turning an H-cup beauty and J-cup AV star into your personal sex toys, impregnating at will? Once-in-a-lifetime chance. Life's unpredictable. Hurry—claim them as yours, Kenta-kun."
She was right.
But marrying as students? Possible—Hitomi was the hottest in school. Kenta used to sneak peeks at her tits, jerk off to memories. And Honami was…
"Oh, we're here."
Car reached the mountain training camp. Competitions and activities ended before noon. School planned afternoon sightseeing before return.
Kenta got out. Honami waited in car—dressed plainly, no AV aura. When picking Hitomi, badminton club girls swarmed Kenta—the only guy. Excited. They wore warm-ups or tees—sweaty from practice, feminine body odor.
"Stop it—you're troubling Kenta. We're heading home. See you at school." Hitomi shouldered bags, pulled Kenta from the crowd. Walking to car, her tone changed.
"Kenta, I'm not mad you cheated—don't worry. Mom's fault. She's sex-obsessed. If a woman like her invites you, you can't refuse. She probably forced you not to, right?"
"Uh, yeah…" Kenta looked away. Hitomi gripped his hand tighter.
"But don't overdo with Mom. Not saying stop… just love me more." Kenta felt guilty—cheating was cheating. Sounded cowardly.
"Sorry, Hitomi… I cheated."
"It's fine. Prepared since you met Mom… shocked she tried anal first. Hey, Kenta—if you suggest things we haven't done, tell me. I'll listen to what you want more."
Hitomi apologized sincerely. They reached the car.
"Welcome back, Hitomi-chan."
"I'm back, Mom."
No tension—probably talked last night. Hitomi took mineral water from Honami, drank.
"Alright, let's go." Honami started the car.
Turned opposite direction. Sign: small viewpoint. End of road. Kenta wondered if the three were sightseeing before home. Drove up mountain—reached viewpoint. Empty.
"As planned—no one here. Okay, ask properly before starting, Hitomi-chan." Honami looked back, smiling—erotic face Kenta knew well, though briefly. She eyed Hitomi beside him, nodded, turned to Kenta.
"Sorry, Kenta. Installed location-sharing app without permission. Punish me by raping me here and cumming in my pussy." Kenta recalled Honami yesterday:
"Oh, right—looking forward to punishment tomorrow."
Wait—this wasn't Hitomi punishing Kenta for cheating. Kenta punishing her…?
"To punish me, fuck me here and creampie to punish."
Kenta asked to punish Hitomi for unauthorized app. True—she was wrong. But Kenta cheated too. Okay?
"Hitomi, before Kenta fucks you outside—suck his cock here first. While doing it, masturbate to prep your pussy." Honami said cheerfully, ordering Hitomi. Kenta wondered what they discussed without him.
"Please, Kenta—let me suck your cock. Grab my head, force it deep in my throat." Kenta complied. Sat, pulled out throbbing cock—veins bulging, red tip leaking pre-cum. Hitomi in warm-ups leaned—sexy neck, faint post-practice sweat mixed with feminine scent making cock twitch.
"I'll serve you." Hitomi's mouth opened wide—hot wet tongue out, touched tip first, then swirled slowly. Saliva dripped, soaking base instantly. Swallowed inch by inch—hot mouth gripping tight.
Kenta moaned: "Aah… Hitomi… hot mouth, tongue swirling cock…"
She suddenly pushed down—cock slid into throat. Throat clenched tight—ecstasy. Tip hit deep.
"Mmm… mmm? Mmm… aah…"
Too deep for first time. Hitomi pulled back—panting, saliva string from mouth to tip. Cheeks red, eyes teary but lustful.
"Oh, Hitomi-chan can't deep-throat Kenta after one try? Real deep-throat squeezes cock until throat shape changes. Don't force yourself." Honami teased, pretending concern—eyes horny.
"It's okay. Sorry, Kenta. I get it now. Just grab my head, put your cock in my mouth."
Hitomi took cock again—tongue cradling base, pushed to throat with force. Throat expanded—cock outline visible under skin.
"Mmm… mmm… mmm… oh…"
Soft gagging. Saliva dripped—but didn't stop as requested. Kenta placed hand on head, pushed deeper—cock to nose touching pubic hair.
"Mmm… oh… mmm… aah…" Kenta thrust head in-out slowly. Gulping sounds—saliva soaked base, dripping balls. Tongue swirled veins, flicked slit.
Kenta moaned: "Aah… Hitomi… throat gripping cock tight. Gonna cum in mouth."
Hitomi tried deeper—throat pulsing rhythmically. Like early anal but hot, wet, soft tongue.
She moaned in throat: "Mmm… mmm…" trembling but persistent. Hand slipped into warm-ups—fingers circling clit. Pussy wet—schlick audible.
Honami watched: "Aha—Hitomi's horny. Pussy soaked—juices down legs."
Kenta mouth-fucked faster—grabbed head, thrust hard. Gag-gag loud in car—saliva splattered warm-ups.
"Almost… Hitomi… suck harder… throat amazing." She sucked max—throat waving clenches, tongue flicking tip in throat. Kenta near explosion.
But Honami stopped: "Okay—time to fuck outside. Don't cum in mouth—save for Hitomi's pussy."
Kenta pulled out slowly—long saliva string. Hitomi panted—tears flowing.
But smiled: "I… did it… my throat's yours."
"Hitomi, Mom'll film your first fuck and creampie. Your first porn video—perfect souvenir."
Honami set expensive camera on tripod—recording. Kenta nodded agreement.
"I'll fuck you, Hitomi-chan."
"Please—punish by fucking me."
Out of car—walked to shaded viewpoint, trees blocking view. Even parked cars couldn't see. Cool breeze on Hitomi's skin. She knelt, sucked Kenta's cock again—hot, wet from prior saliva.
Kenta and Hitomi had sex in public bathrooms, kissed on park benches—but first outdoors. Cock felt cool air—aching hard, red tip flared.
"Come on, Kenta-kun—deep-throat again." Honami filmed.
"Please—shove Kenta's cock to my throat, make me feel good… mmm… ugh…"
Kenta stood—thrust into Hitomi's throat hard. She sucked deep—standing position deeper than car. Throat expanded—cock outline clear.
"Good—feels great in your mouth. Keep going. I'll hold your head—Kenta can mouth-fuck mercilessly." Honami steadied Hitomi's head. Kenta rocked hips slow—then faster.
Gagging mixed pained moans.
"Mmm… gag… gag… mmm… oh… mmm… mmm…"
Saliva dripped—soaked shirt. Kenta grabbed hair—mouth-fucked hard, echoing in woods. Cock deep in throat—Kenta thrust, Hitomi's face buried in pubic hair. Soft pained moans but throat clenched tight—ultimate pleasure. Honami was skilled from experience, but Hitomi's was desperate best effort.
"Mmm… mmm… mmm…"
Kenta pulled out slowly—Hitomi panted, tears—but smiled, licked lips.
"Okay now? Alright, Kenta-kun—pants off." Kenta removed them.
Hitomi stood—kissed Kenta. Cock taste—but he didn't care. Tongues tangled fiercely—tight embrace.
"Wow—this is punishment but they look so in love."
"Because I love Kenta." Hitomi said. She pulled down warm-ups and panties—revealing soaked pussy, juices down thighs, swollen red clit.
"Oh—that wet? Ready to fuck?"
"Yes… sucking Kenta's cock—I couldn't hold back… pussy itching to death…"
Honami filmed close.
"…Then take top off—Kenta fucks from behind standing. Got it?"
"Mmm—Kenta, put your cock in me, punish me. Cum in my pussy anytime."
Hitomi removed top and sports bra—fully naked. H-cup tits bounced in breeze—hard nipples. Hands on tree—arched ass, pushed pussy out.