Meeting Hoshoka Ch 12

Gosh, it's been a while! Sorry for the delay following chapter 11, readers - real life has been a doozy lately, and just being able to make time to write has been challenging to say the least. I haven't forgotten about Hoshoka, Dave and Emily though, and most importantly, I haven't forgotten about you, dear readers! I always appreciate your feedback and responses and I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

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I woke up to the feeling of Hoshoka rolling over in bed, her heavy breasts coming to rest on my chest. I shifted and stretched, and felt Hoshoka's hand slide over my crotch.

"Good morning, handsome," she purred sleepily. "Did you have fun yesterday?"

"Yesterday was amazing, Mama," I replied. As my eyes focused and adapted to the dim light of the morning sun filtering through the blinds, I saw a smaller hand sneak over Hoshoka's side and cup one of her tits possessively.

"Yesterday was so, so fucking good," Emily said from behind Hoshoka, gently massaging the wobbling softness of Hoshoka's breast.

Hoshoka giggled. "You two are ready for more already? I must be slipping in my old age! I would have guessed you'd both be too fucked from yesterday still."

"I don't know if my pussy is ready for more like yesterday," Emily admitted with a shy smile, "but I'm absolutely ready to snuggle both of you."

Hoshoka grinned at me.

"You hear that, sweet boy? I think I just heard an invitation to make an Emily-sandwich."

In one smooth motion, Hoshoka rolled over and wrapped her arms around Emily's midsection, then rolled back, carrying our new girlfriend as easily as a kitten to bring her to the middle of the bed. She hugged Emily tightly against her chest. I snuggled in close, Emily's plump ass pressed against my groin.

"Don't think I don't feel that hardon poking my ass," Emily said playfully.

"I guess we're just going to have to drain him a few more times," Hoshoka added, grinning mischievously.

"See?" I said, mock-seriously. "This is why I said I wasn't man enough to keep up with two beautiful women."

"You love it," Emily and Hoshoka replied in near-unison. They both broke down giggling and Hoshoka began to kiss her.

"We should at least eat something before we start fucking again," Emily said finally. I voiced my agreement to that, and Hoshoka nodded.

"I need a few thousand calories before I'm ready to breastfeed you two again," she admitted. Emily groaned.

"Mama, I think that might need to be a special occasion kind of thing," she said. "Like, I've never been so full that I've completely passed out like that before, and I'm a fat girl. I'm no stranger to overeating, but I feel like I'm actually fatter after last night."

"You two

are

both looking extra plump and fuckable this morning," Hoshoka said, giving one of Emily's love-handles a gentle squeeze. "I can't help being turned on at the thought of it, but I can save my milk for special occasions. How soon's your birthday?"

We all laughed.

"So, breakfast - fuck, Emily, do you need to get to work this morning?" Hoshoka said, sitting up abruptly.

"No, it's okay!" Emily reassured from between Hoshoka's fat tits. "I'm not working today."

Hoshoka relaxed, letting herself sink back into bed. "Oh good," she said, her golden eyes sparkling. "So Dave and I can have you all to ourselves today."

"Breakfast," I reminded her gently. Emily giggled.

"Would it be weird," Hoshoka began, "if I asked for breakfast from Tammy's? That sounds really good and I kind of want to eat doughnuts off Dave's cock with you. Can we do that?"

"Wait, what?" Emily asked, twisting around to look at me. "Eating doughnuts off your cock? Has she done that?"

I nodded. "Feels really amazing too."

"Wow," she replied. "God damn. That is some top tier fat girl shit. OK, I'm down to try this. Who's making the Tammy's run?"

"Dave can go," Hoshoka suggested, "and we can have a nice surprise waiting for him when he gets back?"

***

I showered, dressed, and made as fast a trip to Tammy's as I could - picking up Hoshoka's and my regular orders, plus Emily's requested sandwich and drink. On impulse I picked up an extra half-dozen doughnuts as well. We did, after all, have another mouth to feed.

Letting myself back in the house, I heard Hoshoka's hysterical laughter. I found her and Emily upstairs, drying off together after a shower.

"Sweet boy!" Hoshoka exclaimed as she saw me, letting her towel drop to the floor.

"You've been derelict in your duties, sweet boy," she scolded playfully. "All this time together and I'm only now learning the most beautiful and relevant word in the English language?"

"What word is that?" I asked, confused.

"Fupa!" Hoshoka giggled. "Foooooo-pah. Fat Upper Pussy Area."

She squeezed her own plump mound for emphasis. "Emily used it when we were in the shower together and had to explain what it meant to me. I love the sound of it and hells, what a perfect word for Mama, isn't it?"

I agreed that it was. Hoshoka sat back on the bed, legs splayed, one raised up on the mattress, showing off her luxurious curves. Emily quickly joined her, draping her chubby body over our beloved Oni's.

"You got the goods, hot stuff?" Emily asked with a smile. "You've got two very hungry women here..."

With a flourish I presented breakfast. Both of them clapped, and Hoshoka was quick to demand I strip down.

"Sandwiches first," I protested, my clothes already coming off. "Eat them while they're hot and then doughnuts."

"He has a point," Emily purred, snuggling up against Hoshoka's flank. Hoshoka acquiesced to this, and I distributed the sandwiches.

"You're feeling a lot less shy and more confident this morning," I said to Emily as we ate. She gave me a playful smirk.

"Hard to feel shy around the two people who gave you the best orgasms you've ever had," she replied with a laugh. Hoshoka snaked an arm around Emily's midsection.

"I helped with that," she said between bites. "Oni cum has that effect; my mother was taking it by the quart every time my father visited, and she walked around like she was the head of the village."

Emily's eyebrows went up. "So you fucked some self confidence into me?"

Hoshoka nodded, smiling sweetly. "Any time you're feeling low," she replied, "let me know and I'll give you a nice big load, set you right."

"About that," I asked, "So you can grow a cock and balls - you've been offering it to me for weeks, and now it's 100% on the menu. Can you fully change sex, or...?"

Hoshoka laughed. "You seem to forget that I'm a shapeshifter, sweet boy! Yes, I can present as male if I so desire, and gender's a bit more fluid for us than it is for mortals. Most of us feel more comfortable being mostly male or mostly female, and present as such; Remember, I spent the first thirty years of my life as a mortal woman, so I think I'm just naturally inclined to stay feminine. Plus, I like my tits and cunt too much to want to spend much time as masculine. But it's so deliciously erotic and just plain damn fun to grow a cock every once in a while and jerk off, spraying cum around like a man. Plenty of 'masculine' oni will give themselves a fat set of tits to play with while they masturbate, too."

"If I could have a dick at will," Emily said thoughtfully, "I'd stick it in so many things. I'd want to experience getting a blowjob and how different it is from having my pussy eaten, for sure, but like...I'd just fuck stuff to see how it feels."

Hoshoka's grin grew wider. "That's proper oni thinking right there, cupcake," she said, "I myself have fucked a variety of melons and other types of fruit at various times, just to see what it felt like."

We all laughed, and Hoshoka and Emily shared a kiss. "I want to explore that shapeshifting thing, Mama," she said, looking up into Hoshoka's golden eyes.

"You let me know what you want and I'll make it happen, cupcake," Hoshoka purred. "But first, I think we should explore these boxes of doughnuts and Dave's beautiful, delicious cock."

I was very quickly laid flat on my back, the girls discussing the merits of different doughnuts, how flavors would go together, and whether or not they might be able to stroke me hard enough to get a fourth doughnut onto my cock. I was rock hard through all of it.

At Emily's suggestion, a pair of denser cake doughnuts - chocolate glazed and cinnamon sugar powdered - were slid down my cock first, nestled at the base against my balls. Then, a lighter glazed doughnut was put above that.

"Some of the glaze will flake off," Emily said authoritatively, "but you can compress the doughnut a bit and I think we can get a second glazed doughnut on top of it."

"Let's try!" Hoshoka said gleefully. A second glazed doughnut was selected and gently pressed down on top of its sibling. Both girls gave a little cheer to see a fourth doughnut on my cock.

"Emily, cupcake, I think you should straddle Dave in a 69 position for this," Hoshoka said. "I want to be able to watch you enjoy this."

My cock twitched at the thought of this, bringing a laugh from both of the girls.

With mine and Hoshoka's help, Emily got on top of me, a little of her former shyness returning.

"Let me know if I'm too heavy," she told me, to which I reassured her she wouldn't be.

She lowered herself on to me, her shaved pussy nestled against my lips as she sprawled over my stomach.

I could feel the girls starting to explore my cock, hear them giggling as they nibbled the doughnuts away bite by bite, but Emily's spectacular, milk-white butt completely filled my field of view. I think Hoshoka took a bite of doughnut and then kissed Emily, using her tongue to transfer the bite to her mouth.

My hands were on Emily's butt, kneading and spreading her soft ass cheeks, as I gently and almost teasingly licked her pussy; I wanted to give her pleasure while she took care of my cock, but I didn't want to overwhelm her or distract her too much. Spreading her cheeks gave me a good view of her delicate pink butthole, and the urge to lick it was almost overwhelming; I restrained myself, wanting to have a conversation with her about it before rampaging right into anal play. Besides, eating her pussy was amazing in its own right; her labia were smaller and more tucked in than Hoshoka's, half-swallowed by her own gorgeously plump mound.

I heard Emily moan, and she shifted her weight slightly, pressing her pussy more firmly against my mouth.

"What a good boy," Hoshoka purred from somewhere below me. Raising her voice slightly to make sure I could hear her, she said, "Keep going, Dave, show her how fucking amazing that tongue of yours is!"

At this point I was vigorously eating Emily's pussy, completely unconcerned with my own cock; I was vaguely aware of the sensation of saliva and fresh air on my shaft, meaning the doughnuts were eaten, and suddenly a mouth - I guessed Emily's at the time, but couldn't be truly sure - engulfed my cock in its warmth and wetness. The blowjob was so sudden and so eager that it caused me to pause for a moment. We were locked in a mutual oral lovefest, both so enthusiastic it's like we were competing to see who could make the other cum first.

I heard Hoshoka moan, "That's my good cubs, give it just like I would," confirming that Emily was the one deep-throating my cock. Hoshoka's warm hands were on my thighs and I felt her long tongue sliding over my soaked balls. I moaned deep in Emily's pussy.

Hoshoka kissed and lapped over my balls and inner thighs, kissing her way up on to the root of my shaft as Emily pulled back to make room for her. Emily hummed around my cock as Hoshoka kissed her; I moaned and lapped more greedily at her soaked pussy in response, wrapping my arms around her soft hips to hold her steady. Before long, the seal of her lips around my cock broke, and I felt Hoshoka's powerful tongue dart in and coil around my shaft.

"Mmm, which one of us is getting your cum, Dave?" Emily said breathlessly, rocking her weight back onto my face playfully.

"I - fuck - I want you to share," I managed as she let me up for air.

Hoshoka started trying to say something, then stopped, unwrapped her tongue from around my cock, pulled it back into her mouth and started again.

"Cupcake, you should take his cum," she said playfully. "You can kiss me with a mouthful and we can have some fun with it together. What do you think?"

"Sounds hot, Mama! Let's do it!" Emily replied, wiggling against my mouth in emphasis.

Laying forward again, Emily began sucking my cock with renewed gusto, her head bobbing vigorously and her pussy dripping even more profusely. I moaned, feeling myself trembling as the pressure built in my balls and began to creep up my shaft.

"Let me show you something really hot, cupcake," Hoshoka purred. I felt her hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them apart. The tip of her tongue flicked against my asshole, then swirled more aggressively over it. In a moment, she began to push in, fucking me with her long, muscular tongue. I groaned, my legs shaking like a newborn fawn.

Emily lifted her head just long enough to grunt, "Oh, you dirty slut, Mama! I love it, give it to him," before resuming deep-throating me. The combined sensation of Emily's throat constricting around the head of my cock and Hoshoka's deep rimjob - no, tongue-fucking - was overpowering. I couldn't keep eating Emily's pussy, as much as I tried; all I could do was lay back, eyes rolled back in my head, gasping and whimpering as these two beautiful women milked my soul out through my cock.

Hoshoka's tongue jackhammered my prostate and I came so hard I saw stars. It felt like my cock just exploded entirely; somewhere distantly I sort of heard Emily cough and gag, taken by surprise by the eruption of jism and unprepared to swallow. But me, it felt like I'd been hit with a flashbang. I didn't even feel like I was inhabiting my body any more.

The room swam back into focus and after a moment I was able to lift my head without it spinning. Hoshoka was holding Emily at her shoulder like a baby, patting her on the back to help her burp up any mis-swallowed cum.

"That's it, cupcake, it's okay," she cooed. "You did very good, and there's no shame in being taken by surprise. Hells, I once had to wear an eyepatch because another oni thought it would be funny not to warn me before blasting me in the face with his spunk. You did great and Mama's proud of you."

She noticed I'd come back to my senses, and gave me a smirk as she shifted her hold on Emily to allow the smaller woman to see me too. Emily's face and chest were soaked with drool and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Well, well, well, Mr. Cum Cannon has woken up! You overwhelmed your sweet, innocent little nubile girlfriend with your huge load, mister. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" She almost managed to get through the whole thing before cracking a smile. Even Emily giggled a little bit as she sniffled and wiped her eyes.

I sat up shakily; my lower body was still in shock from the orgasm they'd delivered to me.

"Emily, babe, I am so sorry for that," I told her sincerely, "I didn't mean to blast you like that, honest! The two of you just overwhelmed me and I lost control...and possibly consciousness."

"Well, Emily, you've heard what the accused has to say in his defense," Hoshoka said, trying hard to resume mock-seriousness. "You're the aggrieved party here, what should his punishment be? You wanna peg him?" Both of them broke down giggling at that.

Emily tried to disguise stifling her laughter with her hand as wiping her mouth.

"Are you sure that would be a punishment for our sweet, handsome man?" She asked. "From what you've told me he's already started to learn a few new things about himself and after last night I think we've broken a lot of his inhibitions for good."

"Hmmm, I think you might be right about that," Hoshoka replied, giving Emily's plump butt a loving squeeze as she held her. "Fucking his hot ass might be seen as rewarding his absolutely criminal misbehavior! What else could we do with him?"

Emily grinned and stretched upwards to give Hoshoka a kiss.

"I think he should treat us to lunch and serve it to us in bed," she declared. "After all, he didn't mean to choke me with cum, so I can't be too hard on our sweet boy, can I?"

"No, you can't," I added with a smile.

"I guess you're right, cupcake," Hoshoka said, kissing Emily back. "You sure you don't want to just make him watch us fuck without being allowed to touch himself?"

"Mama, I think your tongue in his ass made sure he's not going to think about cumming again today."

***

It didn't take long for Emily to move in with us full time. We got her out of her lease and her stuff moved in the very next weekend after our first threesome, turning what had been the previous owner's porn cave into a nice bedroom for her.

Of special interest to Hoshoka was a certain hefty black duffel bag that Emily treated as if it was holding a dozen pounds of diamonds as she placed it on her bed.

"What's in here?" she asked, prodding the bag experimentally with a long, red finger. Emily blushed deeply.

"It's, um...it's my...my collection of sex toys," Emily admitted quietly, clutching the shoulder strap tightly.

"Ooh! Let me see!" Hoshoka exclaimed, almost tearing the bag in half in her excitement. Emily managed to squeak a little protest, but the zipper was already down.

"Oh...oh my..." Hoshoka said softly. "No wonder I wasn't too big for you last weekend...my adorable little cupcake is a little bit of a size queen, isn't she?" She pulled a long purple dildo out of the bag like she was drawing a sword and gave Emily the lewdest grin. Emily blushed deeper and pulled her shirt up to try and hide her face in the collar.

"Emily, my love, I'm going to have to respectfully ask that you use some of these on me," Hoshoka said, still grinning. "The last sex toy I owned was carved out of wood and these look much, much nicer...OH! Oh-ho-ho-ho, cupcake, my dirty girl! I know what this is!"

Hoshoka held a floppy, pink-and-black marbled toy in her hands. It was easily a foot and a half long and as thick as my wrist, with a broad, flat head, the anatomy distinctly inhuman. Emily squeaked again and tried to make a grab for the dildo, but Hoshoka simply

boop

ed her on the nose with the head of it before raising it up out of reach.

"A horse cock, my love?" Hoshoka asked, gleefully incredulous. "I really was born 800 years too early! This is a wonderfully permissive age if a girl can get herself a stallion to keep in her nightstand!"

"Before I got really into oni I had a thing for centaur erotica," Emily said, hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment. "And I wanted to try it out..."

Hoshoka giggled and put the dildo down on Emily's bed, sweeping the smaller woman up in a hug and kissing her deeply.

"My sweet little cupcake," she said between kisses, "I have done unholy things in service to my greedy, hungry cunt, and I did them with pride and joy and I will continue to do anything and everything for pleasure. And I will always, always, always encourage you and Dave to do the same!"

She gently placed Emily back on her feet.

"Besides," she added, "I can always give myself a fat horse cock like that to fuck you with! You just say the word!"

Emily's eyes went wide at the idea.

"We might have to try that..." she muttered, half to herself.

"In the meantime, can we try some of these out together? Would you be okay with that?" Hoshoka asked hopefully. Emily took a deep breath and looked up at the giant oni.

"I would love to, Mama," she said with a smile.

As much as I wanted to stay and enjoy that show, I had a class I had to get to. Hoshoka was adamant about me not skipping classes, so I excused myself and promised to be back later.