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I... loosen the collar string and take off my jacket.

Rustle, rustle... I can hear the sound of clothes falling onto the bed behind me as well.

My heart is leaping.

Right now, Peter and I are facing away from each other... taking off our clothes.

I reach my hands behind my back and unhook my bra.

I slip my thighs out of the matching patterned panties and discard them...

I am now completely naked.

Placing a hand on my own chest... the soft sensation, the distinctively female swell... and the sound of a heartbeat.

Thump.

Right now, with Peter.

Just thinking that, anxiety, joy, embarrassment... various emotions mix together, and my current mental state can only be described by the two words: sheer excitement.

"...P-Peter?"

Even I was surprised by how pathetic my own voice sounded.

"...Wh-what is it?"

Peter replied with a trembling voice too.

...I felt a little relieved.

Knowing that we were both nervous, my cheeks relaxed.

Slowly... really slowly, I turned around.

Perhaps sensing my movement, Peter turned around too.

We faced each other... baring parts of ourselves we don't normally show.

"Ah..."

Peter looked into my eyes, his gaze dropping downward for just a moment.
His face stiffened slightly again, and he quickly returned his gaze to mine.

...Peter is a boy, so of course he'd want to look.
Even so, concerned about my impression of him, he's pretending not to look... trying not to look.

I found that a little cute.

But—

"...Peter"

"Y-yeah"

A high-pitched voice.
It was dripping with tension.

I shuffled closer, approaching Peter.
As the distance closed... his body stiffened.

"You can... touch me..."

"…………"

"...Here"

Peter gulped, his trembling hand reaching out towards me.
His fingers touched my shoulder, brushed my neck... and then touched my breast.

As if feeling his way, afraid... he touches me.
Strokes me.

"Mmph..."

I couldn't stop a small voice from leaking out.
It was embarrassing, but a part of me I don't normally let others touch... was being touched by the person I love.

That happiness, that embarrassment, that ticklish sensation.

That's why my voice leaked out.

Hearing that small sound, Peter started to pull his hand back slightly—

"P-Peter..."

"...Michelle"

"You can... touch me... as you like?"

We both... exhaled hot breaths.
Peter touched my body with both hands.

As if confirming the feel of my soft skin... he touched me gently.
As if handling something fragile.

Feeling both impatient with Peter's gentleness... and yet happy.
Because I love that gentleness of his.

I lowered my gaze.

…………

...Peter's member had grown large.
It was engorged with blood, a pulse visible.

Wasn't it longer than when I'd held it in my hand?
...At the very least, it was far thicker than my thumb and longer than my middle finger.

...Is this... going inside me?

Could it possibly fit?

Unconsciously, my breathing had become ragged.
Peter too was making short, repeated exhaling sounds.

Peter's finger touched the tip of my breast.

"Nn...!"

My body jumped slightly, just a little.
Seeing that, Peter flustered.

"S-sorry, Michelle"

...Why is he apologizing?
Looking at his puppy-dog face, I felt amused... and found it cute.

Ah, I really do truly love him.

Feeling that certainty, my cheeks relaxed.
I like that expression of his, but I wanted to put him at ease.

"No, you don't need to apologize"

"...Michelle"

"It felt good, that's why. And—"

I reached out my hand and stroked Peter's chest.

"My body... right now... belongs only to you"

I brought my face closer... and our lips met.
When my tongue entered, it touched Peter's.
Overlapping, rubbing, intertwining.

It doesn't feel good in a purely physical sense.
But being strongly aware that I'm connecting with Peter right now... makes me ache.
A shivery, shivery feeling, as if my brain is melting sweetly.

I unconsciously grew scared and tried to pull away slightly... but Peter held me tight.

I can't get away.

"Mmph, mmm, nn, nn..."

While letting out these sounds, the inside of my mouth... is being violated.
The depths of my chest grow hot.
My body grows hot too.

Sweat forms.
Even though I'm not sad, tears overflow.

It strongly, strongly stimulates my desire.
Hot, hot, hot.

And then, Peter, who had been ravaging my lips in a frenzy... noticed my state and frantically pulled his mouth away.

Drool dripped from my mouth.
Our bodily fluids stretched between Peter's mouth and mine like a thread... and fell.

"...Michelle"

"Nn... u, nn. J-just, wait a moment..."

Peter probably can't hold back any longer.
But I wanted him to wait, just a little, little bit.

I glanced towards the table by the pillow, and Peter seemed to notice... looking a little embarrassed, he picked up the box of condoms.
He opened the box with his fingers and took out... one of the individually wrapped packets from inside.

He opened it... and with unpracticed movements, covered his own member.

...It really is big.
I press my own fingers against my lower abdomen.

...I become a little anxious.
If I'm not properly prepared, it looks like it will hurt, a lot.

"...Pe-Peter... I need to prepare a little... so just... wait a moment?"

"Y-yeah?"

Leaving Peter, who doesn't seem to understand, aside, I place my fingers... against my own sex.
I trace around the outside, and insert a finger.

"...Nn"

Squelch, squelch... A wet sound echoes.
But it's still not enough.

I insert two fingers and play.
The sound gets a little louder—

"Nngh... u"

A moan escapes.

Even though I'm doing the same as I usually do, it feels incredibly good.
I'm getting excited, aroused.
Is it... because the person I love is watching me?

When I touch my clitoris, a shivery sensation runs through my body.

My love juices drip.

...I've soiled the sheets.
But it's too late for that now, right?
We're definitely going to... soil them much more from now on.

I raise my gaze.
My eyes meet Peter's.

...Watching me pleasure myself must have excited him even more.
Making him wait any longer would be cruel.

"...I'm ready, now..."

"Okay..."

"...It's... okay?"

I lie on my back... and spread my legs a little.
Peter holds his rubber-covered member and presses it against my... secret entrance.

"U, umm..."

He fumbles awkwardly... and doesn't seem to be able to enter.
I use my index and middle fingers to touch my labia... and spread them open.

"...Peter, h-here"

"...O, okay. Sorry..."

"It's fine, it's fine..."

Being unfamiliar with each other, we were fumbling awkwardly.

Even so, I found myself enjoying even this process.

Slowly, Peter's… penis touched my entrance.

It's being pushed inside.

It's going in.

Parting me, parting my very self—

"Ee, ngh…"

It hurts.

When I lowered my gaze… I saw blood.

Hearing my voice and seeing the blood, Peter… was flustered.

"Eh, ah… Michelle, a-are you okay…?"

As he hurriedly tried to pull out, I shook my head.

"It's okay, so… please… don't stop…"

"…Yeah."

It goes in.

Along with a deep pain, a pleasure so intense it feels like it's scorching my very brain shoots through me.

It hurts.
It feels good.
But it hurts more.

"Nn, nnn… Eegh!"

My voice leaks out.
Even though it's embarrassing, it leaks out.

Deeper, deeper inside… it slowly enters.

And then, with a thud, it hit deep inside.

"Ah, ah… u, ngh, hee…"

A strange, moaning voice comes out.

I didn't know.
I've never even touched this place myself.

It's amazing, amazing, amazing.
I'm going crazy.

Tears overflow from the pain and pleasure, and with a blurry gaze, I look up at Peter—

"Ah, oo, Mi-Michelle…"

A face contorted in ecstasy.
…I'm glad, Peter, he looks like he's feeling really, really good.

And then—

"Ah…"

Peter's body began to tremble in small shudders.
…Huh?

"Pee-ter?"

His penis was throbbing.
As if spurting something out.

…Could it be.

"…Did you already finish?"

"…………"

Peter's face was bright red.
…He had finished just from inserting it.

It was still slightly large, but… he pulled his now-shrinking penis out of my privates.
…A white, cloudy liquid was pooled in the tip of the condom.

In other words, that's what happened.

He took off the condom… and tied it shut so it wouldn't spill.

…Peter's expression was one of embarrassment and shame… he looked utterly defeated.
With that expression, he opened his mouth.

"…I'm sorry, Michelle. Really…"

Seeing Peter like that, I—

"It's okay, Peter."

Got really—

"Wanna go… one more time?"

Turned on.

I touched Peter's penis, which was still a little hard even though it had gotten smaller.

"Ah, w-wait, Michelle…"

Stroking, touching, grasping, rubbing.
It quickly hardened again, returning to its original size.

"…A-are you sure?"

"I… well, want to do it too."

Peter touched my shoulders… and pushed me down.

We kiss.

A pleasant kiss.

While our tongues entwine, his penis thrusts into me.

Ah, this is no good.
It feels too good, both top and bottom.
Peter's hand touches my breast.

He intends to savor me with all his might.

I'm happy.
I felt strongly that I am loved.

Perhaps because he already came once... It seems to be okay this time, and he began to move his hips.
With each little thrust, kotsun, kotsun, pleasure shoots through my body.

The lewd sound of our mixed fluids echoes.

But, it felt so good that I couldn't even bother to care about such things.

There is certainly pain.
But, I originally have a high pain tolerance.
So, only the pleasant sensations remain.

Breathing raggedly, my vision flickering, I entwine my tongue with Peter's.

After being thrust into a few times, our tongues separate.
Our faces are close.

His muscular yet slender body pulls me close... I'm being ravaged deep inside.
My body, my heart... even the parts of myself I don't know, Peter is savoring them all.

"Michelle... Michelle..."

My name is called over and over.
His affection for me is overflowing like an avalanche.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
It feels like he's pressing that on me, that he loves me.

I feel fulfilled.
I feel happiness from the very core of my being.

"I-It's good, nn, Peter, s-so good..."

I stretch out my arms and hold him.
Still pressed close, Peter pushes deep inside me.

Ah, no good.
This is no good.
Even though I want this to last longer.

Even though I want to feel more of Peter.

"Michelle, I'm... I'm coming..."

"Yeah, it's okay... let it out, and then again..."

The rhythm of his hips pounding against me quickens.
Our skin slaps together, making a pan, pan sound.

Lewd sounds, sweet happiness that melts my brain, pleasure.
Without resisting them, I accept it all—

Peter thrust deeply, strongly... pushing into my depths.

A tingling, overwhelming pleasure shoots through my brain... and my body gave a small jump.

"Nnnah! C... com... ming...!"

As if struck by lightning, my body convulsed uncontrollably... my restraints useless.
A deeper, stronger pleasure came than when I made myself come.

"Hyaa... hii... n, guh"

Even though I'm trying hard to hold it back, vulgar moans leak out.
It's embarrassing.
Even though I don't want Peter to hear them.

Perhaps he reached his peak simultaneously with me, he's trembling.
A voice leaked from him too.

"...k, ugh"

The strength of his embrace, the strength with which I'm being held, grows stronger.

Ah, this is amazing.
It feels like it's being strongly impressed upon me that I am Peter's.

I'm falling.
No, I've already fallen.

But, I'm drowning and falling into my love for him.
I can't think of anything anymore.

Holding each other, we're so sweaty you can't tell whose sweat is whose anymore... Peter's member pulled out.

"Nn..."

My sensitive parts, rubbed right after climaxing, made me come again slightly.
Spreading my arms and legs out into a starfish shape... I convulse.

...U, wow... the sheets, they got really dirty.
The unique smell of love juices and semen hit my nose.

"...Thank you, Michelle."

Peter placed his lips on mine.
It's a gentle kiss, different from the ones before.

...Is feeling just a little unsatisfied with this because I've become selfish?
Or... is it lewdness?

...But surely, Peter must like a more ladylike woman.
So, I accept it without saying anything.

"I'll get some water. Want some?"

"Mh... yeah, I'll have some."

Peter removed the used condom... and placed the two side by side.
He stood up just like that, moved to the kitchen, and picked up two... glasses.

I lifted my sweat-drenched body and looked at the condom filled with semen.
...If there hadn't been a rubber, this would have been inside me.
When I pinched it with my fingers, it had a unique texture.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Thank you, Peter..."

Sitting side by side on the bed completely naked, we both drank water.

"Gulp"

As I drank the water, gulping... I felt Peter's gaze on me.
I finished drinking and turned my gaze to Peter.

"...Is something wrong?"

"Ah, no..."

He's hesitating.
...It seems like he wants to say something.

"...Peter?"

He flinched, his shoulders moving.
...He's hiding his crotch with his hand.

Even though it's pointless to get shy now.
I voice my question.

"...Why are you hiding it?"

"Ah, well... th, that's..."

As Peter moved his hand away——

"Huh...?"

Once again, it had grown larger. His erect member was throbbing so intensely it almost seemed painful.

"...N-no, this is, well... just a physiological reaction..."

"…………"

While listening to Peter's guilty-sounding words, I blinked. ...Peter's physical abilities were several times that of an ordinary person.

That surely included his metabolic functions, too. ...Even his ability to create children must be superhuman.

"It's not that what we did earlier didn't feel good... Actually, it felt really good, um..."

I picked up Peter's now-empty glass and took it... placing it in the sink. Washing it could... wait until later.

I turned back and stood in front of Peter, who was sitting on the bed.

"Want to go again?"

"W-well... That's..."

Peter was hesitating. Because he knew I was already tired. He was probably thinking he shouldn't push me too hard.

...Yeah. I like that part of Peter. But right now—

"It's fine. We can keep going... until you're satisfied."

I didn't want him to hold back. I intertwined my fingers with his.

"B-but..."

I brought my face close and whispered by his ear.

"Because... I want to, too."

This was true. My physical abilities were also high. I was a little tired, but I could still go a few more times.

...Besides, I still wanted to savor Peter. Not that I'd say that out loud—it sounds too crude.

Hearing my words, Peter gently touched my shoulder.

"...Then, just... one more time?"

"Mmm, two or three times is fine too."

Perhaps because I'd tempted him too much, or invited him too far... it seemed I had snapped the last thread of Peter's restraint.

I was pulled strongly back onto the bed. Perhaps because we'd done it twice already, he was quick to put on the condom. He was moving with a frantic impatience, as if he couldn't stand not being inside me.

"...Peter, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

"Y-yeah. You're right... sorry."

He seemed to calm down a little at my words, but even so, once he finished putting it on... Peter turned me over onto my stomach.

"...Peter?"

When I voiced my confusion, Peter leaned over me and spoke by my ear.

"S-sorry... Is it... okay if I take you from behind?"

...Yeah. Peter is a boy, after all. He must have certain positions he wants to try.

"...Okay."

Once I gave permission, Peter grabbed my hips. I got on my knees, bracing my hands against the bed... assuming a doggy-style position.

Ah, this is... a little embarrassing, maybe.

"I-I'm going in..."

"...Mhm."

He was entering me again. But this time, the angle of his thrusts was different. A tingling, unfamiliar pleasure seeped through my body.

"Ah, uh!"

His hips slammed into me, driving him deep inside. ...This position feels good, too. But not being able to see Peter's face is a little—

"Michelle, is it... okay if I go a little harder?"

"Mhm... Huh?"

I nodded without thinking, but a question immediately surfaced. Harder? Harder than before? If he does that—

Thrust, thrust.

"Ah, hiih!"

This is bad—even though he just entered, I feel like I'm about to cum already. I try hard to hold back. I just came earlier, so I'm sensitive, and if he goes harder—

"I'm going, Michelle..."

"Ahhi, w-wai, wait, plehease—!"

My words were too slurred; Peter probably didn't hear me—He started moving his hips.

"Ah, ih, hiih, ih!"

My fluids made an embarrassing wet sound as Peter's hips slapped against my buttocks. It's so embarrassing, so humiliating, and yet—

"Ih, ah, ah, aahh!"

My voice grew louder, enough to drown out everything else.

"T-this, I-I can't—!"

Whether he couldn't hear me or not, Peter firmly squeezed my breasts with his hands. Normally, having them touched doesn't feel good at all, but now... it's like my whole body has become an erogenous zone. It feels so good.

"Hyaah, hyaa, ahhi!"

Embarrassing. Please don't listen.

But a moan escapes me.
I have to hold back, I have to hold back──

"It's okay, Michelle. You don't have to hold back."

And then, whispered gently in my ear… my chest is squeezed, grab.

"Ngh! Ah! I-! I-! Nn!"

I let my voice out without holding back, letting Peter devour me.
He's eating me, I'm being eaten up.
All of me, Peter is eating all of me.
The hand that was kneading my chest touches my waist… and with force, he pushes his sex into me.

Moans, sweat, and love juices scatter about as my body is pierced over and over, like a pile driver.

"Michelle… sorry, it feels, too good…"

Every time he thrusts, my mind goes blank.
T-this is… I'm going to lose my mind.

A lewd, wet squelch, squelch echoes.

"St-! Sto-op!"

I can't stop Peter.
I'm going to die.
Any more than this, and I'll die.

As if he's weighing down on me from above, he puts his weight on me and pushes in deeply.

"I'm… I'm gonna…"

"I-I'm gonna too…"

He pushes in deeply with a grunt──

"I'm… coming…"

Peter's penis throbs inside me.
And at the same time──

"…! C-coming… u… uu…"

While feeling Peter all over my body, I climaxed again.
It was an incomparable, violently long climax, nothing like the one before.

"Hah… Aahh…"

Love juices leaked out as if a plug had broken.
I couldn't even think about things like staining the sheets anymore.

While being held by Peter, I twist my body and bury my face in the pillow.
I can't breathe.

"Huu… uuu…!"

It won't stop.
It's long, and torturous.
But, it feels good.

And then, Peter… pulled his penis out.
I collapsed onto the bed, powerless.
I-I've never been this tired before.
My body won't move anymore.

"Hahh, hah, hah…"

Gasping for air, I try to steady my breathing.
My entire body has become sensitive.
If I'm touched now… I might climax again.
That's how sensitive I am──

Rip.

The sound of something tearing could be heard.

Exhausted, I turned my gaze towards the sound… to see three used condoms lined up.
And now… in Peter's hand was a condom, freshly taken out of its wrapper.

No way.
No way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way!
That'll kill me!

Squirming on the bed like a worm, I rolled onto my back… and looked toward Peter.
I tried to protest, to say it was impossible now, to ask him to have mercy──

But, that backfired.

My sweat-dampened skin, my disheveled face after climaxing, my love juice-smeared privates.
It seemed all of it stimulated Peter's penis… it was standing tall and large.
Peter crept closer to me.

"…Michelle, um, just one more time."

No way.
Really, no way.
I have to refuse──

But, right now… Peter looks really, really apologetic.
And he's looking at me with expectant eyes.
Eyes that desire me uncontrollably.
More than I've ever felt before… I am wanted right now.
So──

"Okay… Peter."

I ended up nodding.

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In the end, we kept at it until we had used up the entire box of six condoms... I was with Peter the whole time.

I was on top, then Peter was on top... we lay sideways, we held each other face-to-face...

Honestly, I don't really remember the last part.

But after it was all over, I saw six torn-open wrappers... so I understood that we had done it six times.

...After that, worried that doing this too many times would make me stupid, I resolved in my heart... to limit our intimate encounters to just once a month, at most.