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“How long has it been, sweetheart?”
Tenya closes his eyes and attempts to steady his breathing. He tries to gather up his sense of self, at least a little bit of cognition, most of which had been lost from the very moment Natsuo attached and turned on the pussy pump. “F-Fifteen, no… Sixteen minutes.”
The hands resting idly on his bare thighs start to massage the reddened skin. Natsuo had been pinching them for the first ten minutes of pumping Tenya’s pussy but left them alone for the last five, letting Tenya feel the writhing pulse of the pump’s heavy suction throughout his entire body. “What a good boy you are, keeping time so well.”
His voice is a cool whisper behind Tenya’s nape. Tenya’s body is splayed across the bed with Natsuo pressed up against his back, the younger man situated between his legs. He squirms against the bindings encasing his forearms at his back as Natsuo drags his fingers up over Tenya’s hip bones, traces the planes of his abs, then pinches his erect nipples.
“Do you think you can give me fifteen more minutes?”
Tenya thinks. It’s hard. The pump is practically all he can focus on, the deep ache it leaves in his cunt, making it difficult to count the minutes, the seconds, like he’s supposed to. He doesn’t know if he can manage it. Tenya shakes his head. No.
“How about ten?”
Still too much. He shakes his head again.
“Just five more minutes?”
Five isn’t so bad. Tenya is so eager for the pump to be removed, for his needy, wet pussy to finally be touched. But if he lasts with the pump on for five more minutes, Natsuo won’t be disappointed with him like he was the last time when Tenya could barely go ten minutes with it on.
His pussy throbs sharply, making Tenya hesitate for a second before nodding.
“Good boy.” Natsuo kisses the junction of Tenya’s neck and shoulder while continuing his ministrations to his chest.
Each pec is a heavy handful even in Natsuo’s broad palms. Plenty to grope and twist and tease as Tenya whines with the overwhelming assault to multiple erogenous zones. His head falls back on Natsuo’s shoulder, his breath falling in little punchy gasps. He almost forgets to count the minutes.
“Five!” Tenya moans sweetly, turning to try and meet Natsuo’s gaze. “It’s been five minutes.”
“Yes, baby, I know. I’m so proud of you for holding on for those last five minutes.” Natsuo reaches over to switch off the pump and unceremoniously peels the device off of Tenya’s crotch.
Their first time using the pump had done little more than make Tenya’s labia red and tender. His poor pussy was nowhere near as swollen as the eager cunts displayed in the pump’s demonstration videos. Tenya wanted his cunt to look like theirs, but the intensity of the pump and it being his first time use taught him he’d have to work up to that level.
Natsuo had helped on that end. His stable, encompassing presence kept Tenya grounded while his hands on Tenya’s tits, his hips, and thighs, the blunt digits poking around his other hole, further distracted him.
Now, when the pump is pulled off, there are deep imprints left by the perimeter of the device. Tenya’s inner labia jut out past his swollen outer labia while the head of his tdick hides behind his puffy hood. Tenya sighs as the built-up pressure is released. He can barely feel his hole twitching as much as he can see it, numbness having set in long ago from the oversensitivity.
Natsuo’s blunt fingernails leave their own marks in Tenya’s thighs as he spends a few minutes just leering at the sight of Tenya’s cunt. It suits him honestly. Big build, big thighs, big muscles, big chest, big pussy.
“Look at you, baby boy…” He draws his hand back and brings it down again with a sharp smack to his pussy lips. It makes a wet sound as his thick fingers part Tenya’s engorged pussy lips. He leaves his hand there, pressing hard against him as Tenya arches desperately into the touch. He laughs. “Look at that fat pussy jiggle.”
Tenya’s whining is half protest, half ecstasy. His cunt and his cock feel so hot. His brain turns to mush, concerned only with the latent pleasure lying beneath the sensitivity there. He lacks the capacity to feel embarrassed now. He can only moan, “M-More.”
“Heh.” Natsuo separates the swollen folds of his Tenya’s cunt. His heated touch offers no comfort or relief but at least the action delivers cool air to Tenya’s melting core. If he weren’t so hot, Tenya would feel how sticky his pussy is. How his own arousal drips from his throbbing hole like a leaky faucet and coats Natsuo’s fingers.
Natsuo starts to pinch at the sensitive folds, pulling back the hood and dragging a blunt nail over Tenya’s erect clit. Each touch makes Tenya jolt and Natsuo applies pressure in between. It’s only a brief reprieve before the next slap to his exposed hole or aggressive clit rubbing.
It’s just a matter of time before Tenya’s body coils up and releases like a spring. His vision goes white with the pleasure-pain while he squirts like a fountain.
“Ngh…” Discomfort settles in. The too wet, too hot sensation does not sit well with the continuous throbbing of Tenya’s hole.
“Oh, you’re not done yet, sweetheart.” With some difficulty, Natsuo drags Tenya further up the bed, placing an extra pillow beneath his bound arms. He places himself between Tenya’s thighs and releases his hard, aching cock from the confines of his boxers. Spreading Tenya’s cunt open with one hand, he uses the other to slap Tenya’s wet hole with his cock.
Tenya tries to close his legs in vain. They still shake from the effects of the pump and the lingering afterglow of his orgasm as Natsuo lifts one of Tenya’s legs over his shoulder.
He presses the head of his cock right up against Tenya’s tdick and smirks, “I hope you’re ready for more.”