Meeting Hoshoka Ch 08

Chapter 8 is here! Picking up directly where chapter 7 left off. This was a really fun chapter to write, and has a little bit of everything; expect plenty of face-sitting and foodplay from here on out because those are big kinks of mine and they're damn fun to write. Plus we have a big leap forward emotionally for Hoshoka and Dave here! Enjoy!

CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Oni female), BBWs, foodplay, anal, facesitting, smothering/breathplay, dommy mommy action, gentle femdom.

Hoshoka's delicate, slim-fingered hands gripped her ass cheeks, holding them wide open and exposing her pale pink asshole to me. It was slick with my spit, shining in the glow of the overhead light. I fished the bottle of lube out of her nightstand, uncapped it, and applied a generous squeeze, gently spreading it around with my fingers and slowly easing one finger inside her.

She hissed slightly as the lube made contact. "Stuff always feels cold," she said, trailing off into a low moan as my finger slipped inside her.

"That's it...that's my good boy...just like that..." she murmured as I slid my finger back and forth. "Get Mama nice and slippery for your nice, hard cock..."

I slowly eased a second finger into her, causing her to inhale sharply and then slowly exhale through her nose.

"Good boy...open Mama up..." she purred. "Don't forget to lube yourself up too..."

I slowly pulled my fingers out of her ass, squeezing more lube onto them and smearing it over the head and shaft of my erect cock.

Hoshoka watched me over her shoulder as I lubed up. "Good boy...always use more than you think you'll need...now get over here and fucking stuff me."

I carefully got into bed, trying not to drip lube on the sheets, waddling on my knees and positioning myself behind Hoshoka. I rubbed the head of my cock against her asshole, bringing another purr to her lips.

"Easy does it, stud," she murmured. "Nice and slow...Ohhhh!"

I pushed the head of my cock into her asshole. It was tight, much tighter than her pussy ever was, a powerful ring of muscle that welcomed me in a little begrudgingly but still accepted me inside. The heat was intense; I know I always talk about her furnace-hot body, but I felt like my cock was cooking inside her ass.

"You're doing great, sweet boy," she said, upbeat despite her gritted teeth. "Start thrusting...please...fuck me..."

"You're sure I'm not hurting you?" I said as I started to slowly thrust into her tight ass.

Hoshoka laughed a little. "Gimme a break, sweet boy, it's been 500-odd years since I've gotten dicked up the ass. It's a snugger fit than I remember but you're doing fine. Oh fuck...better than fine, actually. That's a real good rhythm you've got there. Keep going!"

I kept going, the lube in her ass squelching audibly as I slid in and out. She began to moan in time with my thrusts, sharp little "ah!"s as I pushed deeper into her. She released her hold on her ass cheeks, letting them clap shut around my cock; one hand gripped the sheets and the other squirmed under her to rub her clit.

My hands, slippery as they were from lube, found a good handhold on her ass, spreading her open again as I continued to thrust.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "that's it, that's the fucking good stuff right there, work Mama's asshole just like that sweet boy, fuck I missed this..."

The heat and tightness of her ass, combined with how incredibly turned on I already was from the face-sitting she'd given me, meant that it wasn't long before my balls were tightening and the sensation of orgasm was beginning to creep up the length of my cock.

"Fuck, Mama," I moaned, "I can't hold back...I wanna, but...fuck, you feel too good..."

"That's my good boy," she purred in response. "You're doing just great. Let yourself go and cum in Mama's fat ass!"

The instant she said "cum" I lost all control, pumping spurt after spurt of my load deep inside her ass. This fucking goddess of an oni clenched and unclenched her asshole around me, making sure I was milked completely dry before she relaxed and let me pull out of her. My cock slid free, leaving her anus slightly gaped, a thin trickle of lube and cum leaking out. Hoshoka collapsed to her belly a moment later.

"You did very, very well for your first time, young man," she groaned as she tried to rise to shaky legs. "Fuck, Mama's out of practice. Let me clean up, then it's your turn, and then we can cuddle and talk about this, yeah?"

She staggered to the bedroom, ass cheeks tightly clenched and after a few moments I heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn off, and the soft, padding footsteps of Hoshoka as she came back to the bedroom.

She poked her head in the door, with just a towel knotted around her waist, and jerked a thumb towards the bathroom. "Your turn, dirty boy," she said, and then went downstairs into the kitchen.

By the time I finished in the shower, she was in bed, covers pulled up to her waist, wearing a T-shirt (a relic of the house's previous owner, this one had a faded screenprint of Bulma from Dragonball with the words "PROTECT YOUR BALLS" on it) and with two cups of rum and coke on the nightstand. She patted the bed next to her with a smile. I climbed into bed with her.

"Come have a drink with Mama, sweet boy," she said, offering me a cup. I sniffed it; just enough coke to tint the rum, Hoshoka's specialty. She slugged hers back without so much as a hiccup, while I nursed mine.

"So, Dave..." she began, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "How did you like your first anal? Live up to your hopes and dreams?" She giggled.

I leaned into her. "You know, I honestly believed it'd never happen to me," I told her. "Anal sex was like threesomes or, hell, for that matter ass-licking; something that happened in porn, not to someone like me. So getting to experience ass-licking from both sides of the act, face-sitting and anal all in one day...I'm maybe a little overwhelmed? Today feels too good to have been real. But holy fuck, Mama, I loved all of it. Everything we did today was better than I ever imagined."

She giggled a little, kissed the top of my head, and said, "I'm really glad you loved it! I'm definitely out of practice; I suspect my ass is going to be a bit sore tomorrow, but that's not your fault! Next time we'll warm me up more with your fingers."

Hoshoka paused, picked up my rum and coke and took a swallow. "You really didn't think you'd ever experience something as basic as anal?" She asked. I shook my head.

"Weird," she commented. "To an oni, anal sex is pretty ordinary stuff, and even among humans in my time, like...it was just another form of birth control, at least for women. It's really weird to me that you've got this culture now where your porn goes into all sorts of depraved places that you don't expect to go yourself."

"Americans are weird," I said with a shrug. "The first white people to come here and settle were uptight fun-haters who got kicked out of Europe for being uptight fun-haters. On some level we've never totally shed that heritage I guess, so there's a lot of hypocrisy surrounding sex - we watch all sorts of porn in private but in public act like sex and naked bodies are something shameful. Remember in Sprawlmart how you had to use a changing booth instead of trying clothes on at the rack?"

"I will never understand how you people can act like a body is something to be ashamed of," she said, idly cupping her own boob through her shirt.

"Like this!" she said, tugging at the fabric. "Why am I wearing this? Because the fabric is soft and you like seeing my nipples tent the material when they perk up. But I

have

to wear this if I go outside. 500 years ago, I wore sandals, a tigerskin tied around my waist so I wasn't sitting my bare ass and cunt on a sharp rock, and if it was snowing, a straw cloak, maybe a hat. Nobody acted like my tits were the problem. Me eating their livestock was the problem. But that's just sensible priorities!"

I noticed her words were beginning to slur, and she picked up my cup and drained the remaining contents.

"You okay, Mama?" I asked. "You're sounding a little tipsy."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, waving off my concern. "Maybe my tolerance has come down a little. I'm not drinking as much as I did 500 years ago, am I? An' maybe there's some liquid courage involved as well...Dave, you're a really, really good fuckin' guy, you know that? I'm lucky to have you, an' your cock, your tongue, hands, all of you...all to myself. Like, fuck...you like my fat flabby tits an' my big belly an' my hairy armpits even though your whole fuckin' culture says not to. If that isn't lucky on my part, I dunno what is."

Hoshoka hugged me closer, pulling me into her lap. "I don't have to jus' up and take you when I get horny, Dave. You're horny right along with me an' that's really fuckin' special. If you become an oni like me, I promise we're gonna get real fuckin' weird with it. We're gonna fuck in ways your porn can't even imagine. That's a promise. We'll have one o' them...fuckin'...you know...honeymoon things, an' fuck until I forget what an empty cunt feels like. That's what I want for us. Whaddya think?"

I kissed her forehead, and said, "I think that sounds amazing. And I feel the same way about you, Hoshoka. I love the wild sex we have, but I also love just sitting down and eating food with you while we watch TV, or watching you play video games. The quiet moments with you are just as special to me as fucking you in the ass."

"You're too fuckin' nice," was her mumbled reply. Her eyes were half-closed and she wasn't really looking at me.

"How about I get you some water," I suggested, "and maybe tomorrow's hangover won't be too severe?"

"Fuckin' amazin' fuckin' man, taking such good care of me," was her response, which I took as an agreement. I gently extricated myself from her arms and went downstairs to fill up a pitcher with water. In the sink, I found evidence she'd had more rum than just what I'd seen tonight; I did a quick mental calculation and figured she'd probably pounded back an extra half-bottle during the time I'd been in the shower. Liquid courage, she'd said. I realized what we were both dancing around saying, and which she'd gone overboard liquoring up to say.

By the time I got back upstairs, Hoshoka had rolled over onto her stomach and was snoring away. I placed the pitcher of water on her nightstand after clearing away the empty cups. I tugged the covers up over her and turned out the light before climbing into bed next to her. I didn't fall asleep right away, just lay there, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting lightly against her hot thigh. Eventually my eyes closed and I sank into a deep sleep.

***

I was awoken by the sound of Hoshoka groaning. The sun was filtering in through the blinds at just the right angle to hit her face. She threw one long arm across her eyes, just like she had that first night.

"Turn out the fucking sun, will ya?" she grumbled. I got out of bed and adjusted the blinds to block out the sun. She sat there blinking at me blearily, her mouth hanging slightly open. She smacked her lips and made a disgusted face.

"How much fucking hair did I eat last night?" She asked. "My mouth feels like a barber's floor."

"I don't know about hair, but you downed two bottles of high-proof rum by yourself. There's water on the nightstand for you." I told her.

"Ohhhhhh yeah...last night," she said thoughtfully after draining the pitcher. She chuckled a little.

"My ass feels like it was used as an all-you-can-eat buffet by a family of kappa last night...in the best possible way."

Not really getting the reference, I just nodded.

She rubbed her eyes, and looked me up and down.

"Fuck, you look good," she said finally. "Handsome fucking man. Though you know what will make you look even hotter?"

"Me getting breakfast?" I hazarded. She grinned and clapped her hands, then winced at the sound of herself clapping.

"You getting Mama breakfast," she said softly. "Waffles this morning?"

"Yeah, let me order some chicken and waffles for you. Hangover aside, how are you feeling about last night?" I began entering a ChowDash order on my phone.

Hoshoka gave me an odd look. "Headache and ass-ache aside, I remember having a really good time last night. Riding your face felt so fucking good, and then having your cock in my ass...fucking delicious. Why?"

"Do you remember the conversation we had in bed afterwards?" I asked.

Her eyes narrowed. "Not...really..." she said slowly, "Fuck, I really don't. I drank how much last night?"

I took her hand between mine and gave it a squeeze. "You said you needed some liquid courage," I said softly.

Hoshoka's brow furrowed as she tried to remember, and then her eyes went wide.

"Oh shit," she said, "What did I say?"

I gave her a smile and a squeeze, and told her, "You told me how much you appreciate that I'm attracted to you, even though you don't meet modern American beauty 'standards.' And you promised me we'd get real weird with it if or when I become an oni."

She looked relieved.

"I think there was probably more you wanted to say, but you passed out before then," I continued. "And it got me thinking too."

"And what were you thinking about, sweet boy?" She asked, her eyes intent on me.

"It got me thinking about how much I appreciate you, and your attraction to me as well," I replied, "and how I think we both want the same future together for each other. If I can become an oni, I don't want it for myself; I want it for us."

Her expression was hard to read for a moment, and then a shy, awkward smile started to spread across her face.

"I like the way you say 'us,' sweet boy," she said finally. "It's strange to think of anyone wanting, or looking forward to a future with me. But I really like it."

I interlaced my fingers with hers.

"I really want to build that future with you, Hoshoka," I told her.

"I feel the same way, swe...Dave."

I looked up at her round, chubby-cheeked face; her eyes were puffy and her hair was a mess that had half-worked its way out of the braid she'd worn yesterday, but I couldn't imagine a more beautiful woman. I took a deep breath.

The doorbell rang. "ChowDash!" I heard someone call from the front door.

Hoshoka absolutely cackled. "I can't tell if that's a mood-breaker or perfectly in tune with our relationship!" she wheezed. She flopped back against the pillows, still laughing, her horns catching on and gouging two furrows in the headboard of the bed. I threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts over my boxers and went downstairs to grab breakfast from the porch.

I came back upstairs with the food and more water for her; she sat back up at the smell of fried chicken.

"Waffles for Mama, waffles for Mama," she sang to herself, accompanied by a little shimmy. She giggled, and leaned forward to hug me as I placed the food containers on the bed.

"My handsome man," she purred in my ear. "I think you were about to say something when the doorbell rang...do you want to tell me now, or after we've eaten?"

I kissed her cheek. "Will saying it now change your appetite?" I whispered.

"Tell me, sweet boy," she murmured.

"Hoshoka, I love you."

She let out a deep, contented sigh. "No one's ever said those words to me before," she whispered.

"I love you too, Dave."

She leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss. As we both came up for air, she smirked faintly.

"Now how about my handsome young man joins me for a well-earned breakfast?"

***

I want to say that not much changed after Hoshoka and I confessed our feelings to each other, but that wouldn't be true. We got a lot more romantic with each other, for one thing; we averaged two "date nights" a week after that. Some of these were dress up, go out and eat at a sit-down restaurant type dates (which necessitated getting Hoshoka comfortable with silverware and table manners instead of eating with her hands), sure, but just as often we were dressing down and going out to the movies or just walking around Sprawlmart late at night.

On one such late-night Sprawl run, she actually noticed some creep trying to take upskirt pics of her with his phone; middle-aged guy, unshaven, following us up and down aisles at what he seemed to think was a discreet distance, occasionally kneeling down and fiddling with his phone whenever Hoshoka bent down to look at something on a lower shelf.

"Check this guy out," she whispered to me, "I think he's trying to take pictures of my ass, disrespectfully. Mind if I have a little fun wrecking his night?"

I gave her a discreet thumbs up and "walked ahead" into the next aisle.

I heard her "hsssst!" to get the guy's attention, and him mutter, "oh fuck!" followed by the rustle of fabric.

The store was quiet, so I was able to hear her say quietly in a feigned bubbly, high-pitched voice, "You want my number, mister? Here, give me your phone and I'll give it to you." She giggled, followed by the crack of plastic.

"Next time it'll be your dick, buddy. Enjoy the memory, but you don't get pictures," I heard her growl in her normal smoky voice. I saw the guy practically sprint past the aisle I was standing in on his way to the exit, and Hoshoka sauntered around to join me.

"I either scared him into good behavior or gave him a new kink," she said off-handedly. "Maybe both."

"What did you do?" I asked.

She grinned at me. "I hiked my sundress up and showed him my bare ass, let him take a picture. Then asked if he wanted my number, and when he handed me his phone, I snapped it in half."

Hoshoka leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I think I really turned myself on doing that, though - both the exhibitionism and the violence. Why don't we head back to the house so I can ride that wonderful tongue of yours?"

"Can you hold out long enough for me to buy you some cake?" I whispered back. She looked at me with stars in her eyes.

"Not if you keep talking dirty like that, you hot fucking sweet boy you," she whispered back, smiling sweetly but with an extra-hungry glint in her eyes.

"Be quick about it. Double chocolate if they've got it."

I very quickly grabbed the cake from the bakery case and made my way to self-checkout. Hoshoka waited for me by the exit, entertaining herself by dancing in place, careful not to swing her hips so hard as to expose her lack of panties. The greeter by the door kept glancing over at her, trying to be discreet; there weren't a lot of customers checking out, but the ones who were there showed a mix of interest and annoyance, with one or two looking around for a phone, assuming she was filming herself for social media.

Once we exited, I carefully put the cake in the back seat of my car, outside her easy reach to prevent Hoshoka from seizing it and eating it before we got home. She pouted at that, but didn't try to strain herself reaching around the seat for it. Hoshoka didn't say anything during the fifteen-minute drive home, but shot me plenty of bedroom eyes and blew a lot of kisses my way. Upon arriving at the house, she was out of her sundress almost as soon as she'd stepped through the door, and had fully reverted to unabashed Oni-hood by the time I was inside, put the cake down and relocked the door.

"I've been fucking soaked for the past 30 minutes," she whispered alluringly to me, "and I hope you're proud of the self-restraint I've shown, not rubbing my aching clit once in the store or in your car. Is my sweet boy ready to reward his Mama for her restraint and self-control?"

"You fucking know I am, Mama," I replied.

"Get naked and get into bed. Now. Please." She commanded, a warm smile on her face. I did as she asked, stripping my clothes off in front of her, smiling up at her the whole time.