Tashigi and Tsujo pt. [IV]

I was again back at the big central square, Tashigi bringing me to it from a different direction than last time.

The narrow street widened and the close-packed voices loosened into a broad public roar, five major thoroughfares meeting here. Two fountains threw clear water above the crowd, one on either side of the open center, while expensive stone buildings enclosed the square with arched ground floors and shaded patios. Merchants had filled those covered walks with cafes, wine shops, jewelers, and stores selling tasteful little pieces of pirate history to people who would have fainted if a real pirate sat beside them.

I had wandered through the square earlier with peppered meat on a stick, planted the King’s Run in Loguetown, and watched the first couple teach me how quickly a normality could grow customs I had never thought to give it. Coming back with Tashigi’s fist around my cock improved the place considerably.

The execution platform stood in the middle of it all.

It was simpler than the city built around it. A tall scaffold of dark timber, cross-braced and reinforced with iron, rose above the fountains and tiled roofs. Steps and ladders climbed through its open frame to the square platform at the top. There were no marble statues, no bronze reliefs, and no great Government seal hanging over it. The height did the work. Wherever a person stood in the square, the platform remained above the crowd, waiting to be looked at.

Tashigi had recovered enough of her officer’s voice to begin the official explanation, although she still held the head of my cock in her right hand as she led me into the square. The long zipper curving down my left trouser leg remained open, leaving my cock and balls outside while the rest of the trousers stayed where they belonged. She had to keep her arm extended to lead me by the head, and every longer step made the shaft bob in her grip. Her navy coat hung open around her still crookedly buttoned flowered shirt.

“The Execution Platform is property of the World Government,” she said. Her thumb moved over the ridge of my cockhead before she apparently remembered that holding a tour guest did not require stroking him. “Gold Roger was brought here after his capture and executed before the citizens of Loguetown twenty-two years ago. The sentence demonstrated that no pirate, regardless of reputation or power, stands beyond the reach of Justice.”

“Looks like he got the last word.”

Her mouth tightened. “His final statement was an attempt to turn a lawful execution into one last act of criminal incitement. The Government preserved the platform as a warning. Access to the first landing is permitted during posted hours. Climbing above it is prohibited.”

She said all of that while guiding a pirate’s naked erection through a crowd of tourists. People noticed. A woman carrying three hatboxes walked past staring with her mouth open, and a moustachioed man turned his head so far that he almost looked like an owl. The passive effect of the earrings kept anyone from deciding my cock required a riot, but it could not make the size look ordinary.

I wasn’t particularly interested in hearing about Gol D. Roger. I mean everyone knew this story. I was far more interested in Tashigi’s pussy which had been dripping on my tongue recently, her fist had stroked me across half the city, and I had spent the last several blocks telling her exactly what I meant to do with her. I was done promising.

Then I saw the cafe beneath a striped green awning on the western side of the square.

Every outdoor table was occupied. A waist-high black iron fence separated the patio from the street.. The nearest table stood directly against it. A well-dressed couple looking to be a few years older than me, sat there eating delicate looking meals, with cups and a small basket of bread between them. The man had coiffed brown hair, a pencil-thin moustache, and wore a dark fitted jacket despite the warmth. The petite purple haired woman’s cream blouse, tidy skirt, and small silver earrings made her look as though she had expected a better class of breakfast than the one now approaching her table.

I wanted Tashigi across that table.

“There,” I said, and turned toward the cafe.

Tashigi still held the head of my cock, so she came with me for two steps before trying to tug me back toward the scaffold. An erection was a poor steering handle. All she accomplished was drawing herself closer.

“Tsujo, the platform is directly ahead.”

“I saw it.”

I kissed her anyway.

Tashigi made a startled noise against my mouth, but she did not let go of my cock. Her free hand landed against my chest and pushed once before climbing around my neck. I kept kissing her as I backed her toward the iron fence, squeezing her ass through her trousers and giving one cheek a sharp slap on the way. The waist-high fence stopped her retreat. I pressed her against it, rubbed my erection between us, and felt her hips answer with a short, helpless roll.

“Tsujo,” she said when I let her breathe, “this is the central square.”

“I know.”

She looked over her shoulder. Her gaze dropped from the top rail to the occupied table directly beyond it, and her eyes widened behind her glasses. “No. Not here.” Her voice dropped. “There is a restaurant over there with private booths.”

“You picking where I fuck you?”

Her face turned scarlet, but the hand around my cock did not open. “I am trying to prevent you from choosing somewhere worse.”

“Already chose.”

The couple concentrated ferociously on their breakfast. The man cut the same bite into smaller and smaller pieces while the woman rearranged the food on her plate with her fork. Neither asked us to back off or get away which would be the normal thing to do.

I kissed Tashigi again, reached down, and unfastened her belt. She caught at the waistband as it loosened and glanced apologetically toward the couple. “Tsujo, if you pull those down, I will be naked beside their meals.” Her eyes dropped to my cock, then returned to the two innocent place settings. “They were here first.”

“They can keep eating.”

Tashigi drew Shigure close before I could press her over the fence. She leaned it carefully against the inside of the iron rail on the table side, keeping it safe. “Please do not move on my account,” she told them, face burning. “I am very sorry. I should have redirected him before we reached your table.”

The well-dressed woman paused with her fork in one hand and gave a bewildered nod.

I caught Tashigi around the waist and kissed her while pushing her back over the fence. The top rail pressed beneath her hips, her coat tails spilled over it, and then her shoulders settled between the startled diners’ place settings. The man slid both plates out of danger while the woman grabbed the bread basket.

Alvida was almost freakishly tall and usually dressed as if any scrap of cloth between her body and my hands were a personal insult. I had grown used to a woman who were nearly naked before I decided to fuck them. Tashigi was smaller, fully dressed, armed, and complicated. Fortunately, I had been getting plenty of practice getting women out of their clothes lately.

Tashigi lay across their table with her dark hair spread beside the teapot and her flowered shirt pulled tight over her breasts. Her trousers were open. I tugged them down over the swell of her hips until the wet cloth dragged her panties with it, exposing her trimmed black hair and the slick lips beneath. She sucked in a breath when the square’s warm air touched her. Her boots made getting the trousers off awkward, so I pulled those off first and dropped them on the street. Her trousers and panties followed, landing in a damp heap beside them. Then I unbuttoned my own trousers, hooked both thumbs into the waistband, and shoved them down under my ass until they bunched around my thighs.

Now her legs were completely free. I hobbled between them and pushed her knees apart until her bare thighs framed the front of my body. Her pussy was swollen from the fruit stall, visibly wet, and opening and closing in small contractions whenever my cock brushed near it. Tashigi gripped the edges of the table. She looked toward the scaffold, toward the crowd, toward the couple seated inches from her shoulders, and finally down at the shaft projecting from my body.

I reached between the open halves of her coat, hooked my fingers into the front of her flowered shirt, and pulled. The buttons flew off as I ripped it open. Tashigi’s hands flew toward the cloth, but I had already spread the blouse and pulled both cups of her plain white bra beneath her breasts. Her tits rolled free and spread across her chest, their pale skin flushed and their nipples hard from everything I had done to her since the market.

“Oh!” Her face went scarlet as she looked from one exposed breast to the other and then toward the couple trapped beside them. “My bra too? Tsujo, they can all see my breasts.” She caught one side of the opened blouse as if the flowered cloth could cover both tits at once. “Of course you were going to expose those too.”

“Best parts.” I squeezed both tits, lifted them, and let the soft flesh slide through my hands. Tashigi’s breath caught despite her mortification. “Now I can see them bounce.”

I laid my cock along her exposed body. The fat head settled between her breasts while the shaft crossed her stomach to the thick root poised above her open pussy, making the difference between us impossible to ignore. Tashigi’s mouth opened as she stared down the length covering her.

The couple’s meals bracketed her head. Her bare legs extended over the fence toward me while my cock covered the center of her body. From where I stood, she was the obscene main course I had put between them.

“Tsujo,” she whispered. Her gaze traveled from the broad head between her breasts to the thick base hanging over her pussy. “I knew it was enormous, but seeing it cover me like this is different. Please do not get carried away when you put it in.”

“You’re going to love it.”

“That was not what I asked.” Her fingers curled harder around the table when my cock slapped against her body. “But I suppose it is the only answer I am getting.”

I shifted my hips and rubbed the broad shaft through her wet folds. Her hips rose from the table before she could stop them. Tashigi clamped her mouth shut, but the slick heat coating my cock made the answer she refused to give obvious. Her legs remained open and her hands curled more firmly around the tabletop.

I let the base of my cock sit on her folds and gave myself one more improvement before lining up.

“It’s normal for you to shout that you’re cumming every time you cum and say out loud exactly what’s making you cum.”

Tashigi’s expression changed. Her eyes moved toward the crowd, and fresh horror tightened her mouth as though she had suddenly remembered a humiliating habit that had always belonged to her. She clamped her lips together in advance.

I had to step well back from the fence to line up. Tashigi’s ass stayed at the table’s edge while I moved away until the head of my cock could rest against her entrance with my hips still nowhere near hers. I caught her by the calves and spread her legs in a wide V, holding them open with my arms extended instead of pulling her toward me. I guided the broad head into place, and Tashigi took a shaky breath and shifted on the tabletop until the pressure felt right. I felt her tense, then soften as her pussy began to yield around it.

I never got used to watching that happen. Alvida had the Slip-Slip Fruit, but the other women I fucked did not, but their pussies still stretched around me as if every woman had borrowed a little of that Straw Hat guy’s rubber power down here. Tashigi’s entrance began as a tight wet slit beneath the head. The pressure spread her lips and rounded the opening wider until the slit became a gaping hole around the crown.

The head went in with one strong push. Tashigi moaned as I forced her open, the sound climbing into a shriek when the thick ridge slipped inside.

Tashigi came immediately.

I stopped with only the head buried and grunted, my eyes rolling back. Her pussy clenched and rippled so wildly around it that the hot little hole felt alive, chewing on my cock instead of merely squeezing it.

Her back arched off the table so violently that the cups rattled. Her legs jerked wide in my hands, and her pussy kept working around the thickest part of the head while broken cries burst out of her faster than she could gather them into anything resembling Marine restraint.

“I’m cumming... alreaaaaaaady!” she wailed. Her glasses slipped down her nose as her body shook. “That is only the head! It is stretching me wider than... ahh! Everyone can see it opening me! I’m cumming on it, right here, in the middle of the square!”

The declaration carried well beyond the cafe. Conversations stopped under the awning. A chair scraped. Someone nearby began applauding, which gave several other people permission to join in.

I laughed, caught her hips, and drove farther while her first orgasm still gripped her. Her pussy resisted for a moment, then opened around another thick section of shaft in a hot, squeezing slide. Tashigi’s cry broke into panting. I gave her short, hard strokes, each one driving deeper than the last while her body clenched, yielded, and dragged me onward. Her exposed breasts bounced and rolled. Her ass rubbed against the edge of the table. Every return left more of my cock shining with her wetness.

“You were worried about witnesses,” I told her. “Give them a proper report.”

“Too much... too fast,” she gasped. “Tsujo, how is that much inside me already?” Her voice broke when I drove deeper. “There is still more against my ass. Every time I think that must be all of it, you push in more!”

“Good report.”

“That was not praise!”

I pushed into another tight section and held there, letting her pussy stretch before dragging back. The moment I thrust through it again, her cunt fluttered wildly around me. Tashigi slapped one hand over her mouth.

Her fingers did nothing to stop the howl.

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” she wailed through them. “Every time you push farther, it stretches somewhere new! I can feel more of it forcing me open, and everyone is watching me take it!”

Her hips bucked off the table as much as my grip allowed. Her pussy clenched along every inch already inside, sending squeezing pulses from the head toward the base as if it were trying to drag the rest of me in by itself.

I thrust hard enough to answer it and made her scream. The well-dressed man’s knife had stopped moving. The woman’s fork hovered halfway to her mouth, but her eyes kept jumping toward Tashigi’s naked breasts before retreating to her plate.

I pushed both of Tashigi’s knees high beside her ribs and caught one thigh beneath my arm. Folding her changed the angle enough for me to drive through the last of her resistance. I pushed forward in one long stroke, watching the moving rise beneath her stomach climb as more of my cock disappeared. Tashigi stared down at it through her crooked glasses, a helpless moan rising from her open mouth until my hips finally met her ass and every inch of me was buried inside her.

Her mouth remained open after the stroke ended. Nothing emerged for one stunned heartbeat.

Then her entire body seized around me.

“ALL OF IT!” she shrieked. “I’M CUMMING BECAUSE YOU PUT ALL OF IT INSIDE ME!”

The table shook beneath her. Her pussy crushed the full length of my cock in hard waves while the bulge beneath her stomach jumped with each contraction.

“Your hips are against me!” she wailed. “There is nowhere left for it to go, and it is still pressing through my belly! I can feel the entire thing inside me!”

I stayed at the base and let her cum around every inch. The contractions rolled from deep inside her toward the entrance, massaging the whole shaft in a series of tight, frantic squeezes. It felt like her pussy was celebrating the fact that it had finally swallowed me.

Before she could recover, I leaned over the fence and came down on top of her. One arm wrapped beneath her head and shoulders, locking her against my chest, while the other kept her thigh folded high. Her exposed tits flattened and shifted between us. Her head remained between the couple’s place settings, one cup inches from her ear and a plate beside her hair, but I stopped paying attention to either diner. They were just more furniture surrounding the Marine I had decided to fuck.

There was nothing clever about the position. I kept nearly my entire cock inside her and humped, withdrawing only a few inches before pounding them straight back into her squeezed-tight pussy. The short strokes came fast enough that she never had time to loosen around me. Her cunt gripped the shaft like a fist, the head battering the same deep place again and again while my chest crushed her into the table and her trapped body jerked beneath every thrust.

I’d folded her into a mating press. The same plain position I’d gotten her to describe from the tiny dicks she’d fucked before. She had spent fifteen or twenty minutes beneath some boring Marine guy that she barely remembered. He put it inside, moved around for a while, and eventually stopped. She wouldn’t forget this. They’d just fucked the front of her pussy. I was filling her entire body. My chest crowded hers. One arm wrapped around her head and shoulders, locking her against me while my other hand caught beneath her thigh. The angle opened her completely, leaving her nowhere to go when I drove forward. Not polite bed sex. Not fifteen minutes of missionary and a kiss goodnight. This was being split open under Iron Cock Tsujo. I wrapped my arm tighter around her head and shoulders, holding her close, then started humping even harder. No elegance. No rhythm lessons. Just hard, deep, caveman thrusts into her squeezed-tight pussy while my balls slapped the underside of her ass and the edge of the table in a wet, ridiculous rhythm.

Thwap, thwap, thwap.

It sounded like somebody beating wet meat against a butcher’s block. My trousers worked farther down my legs as I humped, baring myself further to the square, but that only made the whole thing better. Wealthy shoppers and cafe patrons glanced over at my naked backside pumping above a spread-legged Marine officer, then kept walking or finished their breakfast. Some probably stared at the size of my swinging nutsack, but nobody raised an alarm or tried to stop the fucking. I loved my power.

I kept Tashigi folded beneath me for several minutes, grinding the full length deeper whenever the rapid strokes made her body creep across the tabletop. Her moans broke hot against my neck. Whenever she gathered enough breath to force them quieter, I drove my hips down and made her lose control again. Finally I lifted my chest enough to catch both bouncing tits, pinched her nipples, and made her come a second time.

“I’M CUMMING... OH, NO, NOT AGAIN!” she screamed. The words rang across the cafe before she could choke them back. “You are pounding me across their table... squeezing my nipples... everyone can hear exactly why, and knowing they can hear is making it worse!”

She glared through the whole climax, jaw clenched between the cries the normality kept tearing out of her. I enjoyed that almost as much as the contractions around my cock.

The couple continued pretending to eat. Both returned to their plates as if the food still required their full attention. Their performance had become heroic.

I stayed inside Tashigi, leaned across her, and closed a hand around each breast. Her tits had grown flushed from bouncing and pinching. I lifted them toward the diners on either side of her head, offering each of them the nipple nearest their mouth.

“Want one?” I asked.

Tashigi’s eyes widened, but her embarrassment turned toward the diners rather than me. “No, please, you have already put up with far too much. You do not have to touch me simply because I am... because he is holding my breasts in front of you.” She swallowed and tried to look dignified with one nipple offered before each diner’s face. “Please keep eating. I am sorry.”

The woman recoiled behind her cup. “No, thank you.”

“We do not know her,” the man said, looking equally appalled and fascinated.

I had expected both refusals. The earrings let me get away with offering Tashigi’s tits to strangers. They did not give the strangers any reason to put their mouths on her.

I was wearing the solution on my ears.

“It’s normal that you two are an unrepentant pair of perverts who love to suck on titties.”

The words settled over the table. The couple looked at one another as a shared past rearranged itself behind their eyes. Their careful embarrassment disappeared so completely that even I was surprised by the result. The woman dropped her cup. The man set down his knife. Both leaned in at once, each taking the breast already lifted nearest their mouth.

“You both just refused,” Tashigi said, staring at them in betrayed disbelief.

The woman closed her lips around Tashigi’s right nipple and sucked with a greedy little moan. The man took the left breast in both hands and drew its nipple deeply into his mouth. They moved with shameless certainty, behaving like two perverts who had always known exactly how much they loved this.

Tashigi twisted beneath them and tried to drag her breasts from my hands. “You just said no! Both of you!” A short thrust broke her outrage into a gasp. “Get off my breasts. I apologized for being on your table, not... ah! Not for you to put your hands all over me!”

The pair didn’t limit themselves to sucking. The man kept his mouth around the breast nearest him while one hand kneaded the other side of Tashigi’s chest and the second traveled down her ribs to squeeze her waist and hip. The woman sucked harder, then slid her free palm over Tashigi’s stomach. Her hand passed over the long bulge of my cock beneath the skin, followed it downward, and reached between Tashigi’s spread legs.

“Your hand,” Tashigi gasped. “Get it out from between my legs!”

The woman rubbed two fingers through the wet folds around my shaft instead. Her eyes followed my cock when it appeared during the next withdrawal, and naked hunger replaced the last of her former delicacy. She caught the exposed length in her slick hand and stroked it as I drove back inside.

“Oh, you filthy bastard,” she breathed approvingly. “You knew exactly which table to pick.” Her fingers tightened eagerly around the thick shaft when I pulled back again. “Let me feel how much of this monster she can take.”

Her boldness surprised me enough to make me laugh. I leaned across Tashigi, caught the woman behind the neck, and kissed her while I kept thrusting. She opened immediately. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with sloppy enthusiasm, chasing mine and smearing spit across both our lips while Tashigi jerked beneath us with each drive of my hips.

I squeezed the woman’s tits through her cream top. Sadly, they were pretty tiny, barely enough to fill my hands, although her nipples hardened at once beneath the cloth. My other hand dragged the skirt up around her waist, and closed around a firm little ass through thin panties. She pushed her butt into my palm and kept kissing me like a fellow pervert had finally invited her to the proper part of breakfast.

When I released her mouth, she left her dress bunched around her waist and dropped back to Tashigi’s nipple. Her slick hand waited between Tashigi’s legs to catch my shaft again. I had known the sentence would make them agree to suck Tashigi’s tits. I had not expected to get another woman’s tongue and ass while she stroked my cock through the Marine’s pussy and her partner felt up every part of Tashigi he could reach. I loved it.

Tashigi’s head fell back between them. Her mouth opened, but the first sound was too ragged to become a word. I drove deep and felt her pussy begin fluttering around me again.

“No, both of them...” she cried. I drove deep and her words collapsed into a shriek. “They are on my breasts while you... ah! While you have that thing inside me! His hand... my waist... hers is between my legs...”

Another thrust knocked her glasses crooked.

“I told them to stop! I want them to stop! Why am I squeezing you harder?”

Her pussy suddenly locked around me, the rapid flutters becoming a series of crushing pulses.

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN BECAUSE THEY KEEP GROPING ME WHILE YOU FUCK ME BETWEEN THEM!”

The pair moaned against her at almost the same moment. The woman’s hand slid over Tashigi’s other breast and squeezed it toward her partner’s mouth, cheerfully helping him take more. The man answered by pinching the woman’s nipple through her shirt. Whatever history the earrings had given them, they understood each other very well.

Another orgasm struck in hard pulses around my cock. I kept moving through every contraction. Tashigi’s thighs trembled against my arms, her heels kicked uselessly in the air, and her breasts jerked between the couple’s mouths. The table groaned beneath us. A waiter reached past the woman, lifted the blue teapot out of danger, and returned to the cafe without comment.

When Tashigi could speak again, the woman pulled away from her nipple with a wet pop. Her lips were shiny. She looked past me toward the execution platform, and the man followed her gaze with the same nervous anticipation on his face.

“We wanted to do the Run today,” she said, “You two, right?
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The man lifted his mouth from Tashigi’s other breast. “We chose this table because it faces the scaffold. We thought if we stared at it through breakfast, we would stop losing our nerve.”

The woman laughed and wiped Tashigi’s nipple with her thumb before putting it back into her mouth. “We have been sitting here for nearly an hour.”

Of course that was why they remembered choosing the table now. My new normality had not stopped at making them willing to put their mouths and hands on Tashigi. It had reached backward and supplied a perverted reason for their respectable breakfast, then caught hold of the King’s Run normality I had planted that morning. The two ideas had woven themselves together without me asking. I loved it when the earrings did that.

“The full tribute,” the man added. “Not only the rail finish most tourists manage.”

I slowed inside Tashigi and looked over my shoulder at the tower. I already knew the name, the naked dash across the square, the dream at the top, the traditional head start, the rule about clothes touching the stairs, and the night in jail afterward. I had watched those customs grow around my idea while the first couple made their run. They had reached the upper rail, shouted a dream, and fucked there until the Marines came for them.

They had never knelt.

“Tashigi,” I said, delighted, “what does the full tribute have that they skipped?”

“It’s- ah…ah! Ungh! Kind of hard to talk while your- unh! Inside me-eeeeh!” She tried to rise on her elbows, but both diners still held her breasts and I still had her legs folded open. Another thrust pressed her flat. Her mouth tightened as she tried to leave the answer there.

But it didn’t work thanks to that normality about always answering my questions.

“The proper route begins on the western side,” she said through her teeth. “They strip before crossing the square, then climb past the permitted landing. The woman kneels in the center like Roger, with her hands locked behind her head.” One diner sucked harder and stole the next breath from her. “The man kneels behind her.”

That much grew directly from what I had told the world. I had put the woman in Roger’s place and the man on his knees behind her. I had never said that she locked her hands behind her head, that they began kneeling together, or that the beginning had to be performed with solemn ceremony.

“What happens while they kneel?”

Tashigi stared at me as if she might kill me with the answer. “He puts his penis inside her from behind. Then they hold still for what the idiots call the ceremonial salute.”

The woman smiled around Tashigi’s nipple. Her companion added, “His cock is supposed to point into her like a sword being presented to Roger.”

“I was being precise without being vulgar,” Tashigi snapped.

I resumed thrusting. “And after the salute?”

Her explanation broke apart with my next stroke. “They rise together and... ah! They fuck as hard and loudly as they can.” I drove deeper and forced a cry through the rest. “That is the explosion into freedom. Then both runners declare their dreams, the Marines wait until the tribute is finished, and...” Her voice climbed as I struck deep again. “And they confiscate the clothes and hold both offenders overnight. I’m coming while you make me explain the criminal sex ritual you intend to drag me into!”

“I knew the dream and jail parts.”

“Then why did you ask me for all of it?”

“I’m a curious guy. It’s why I asked for the tour in the first place, you know?”

“You're on such a wonderful tour,” the woman said. She exchanged another look with her companion and returned to Tashigi’s breast with renewed enthusiasm.

The man pointed his table knife toward the platform. “You two should go first. It’ll give us the courage to go after!”

The new details delighted me. Tashigi in Roger’s exact pose. Both of us holding still for a proper salute before exploding into freedom. The normality had taken the bones I gave it and improved them into a performance.

“We’re doing the full Run.”

Tashigi’s whole body tightened. “Of course that is what you heard. I should have forbidden the upper platform before you asked.” She shook her head. “It is illegal, Tsujo. Do not mistake the state you have me in for agreement.”

I pulled her until her ass hung out beyond the top rail and planted my feet. The short mating-press strokes had kept most of my cock buried. Now I dragged much more of the shaft out before slamming it back to the base, using long standing thrusts that shook the table and the two perverts clinging to her breasts. The iron pressed beneath Tashigi’s hips while my balls slapped wetly against her with every plunge.

“Tsujo, it is illegal for me!” The next plunge turned the rest into a strangled cry. “I cannot think when you go that deep. And those two perverts are still... ah! Get them off my breasts before you add anything else to this tour!”

“You can explain the rules on the way up.”

“I have explained the rules!”

“Then you’re ready.”

She tried to answer. I drove to the deepest point I had reached all yet and held her there. The long bulge beneath her abdomen became firm against my palm. Tashigi screamed. Her breasts pulled against the couple’s mouths, her pussy closed around my cock, and the table shook under a climax that seemed to seize every part of her at once.

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” she wailed. “All of it! You put the whole thing in me again!”

The pressure of her pussy rippled wildly along my cock.

“I can feel your cock in my belly! I do not want their mouths on me, and I should not want that platform, but I want you! I want those enormous balls to empty inside me while I’m cumming around your cock!”

That was a difficult request to misunderstand.

I came with my hips pressed against her. The first pulse drove a thick load deep into her already contracting pussy. Tashigi cried out again as each following spurt filled the pressure inside her, and her stomach tightened beneath my hand.

“YOU’RE CUMMING INSIDE ME!” she wailed. “I’M STILL CUMMING! I can feel every spurt going into me! Your cock is pulsing in my belly, and your cum is filling me while those perverts suck my breasts!”

My balls drew up hard, emptied, and still felt heavy when they dropped against her ass. Both diners stayed on her breasts through the entire thing, their hands squeezing in time with the wet pulses inside her.

I stayed buried until Tashigi stopped shaking. The square had gathered around us without my noticing. People stood along the cafe fence, beside the fountains, and beneath the covered patios. Some were laughing. Some were openly staring. Several had begun pointing between our table and the scaffold.

When I pulled out, semen followed my cock and spread over Tashigi’s open pussy before running between her ass cheeks onto the edge of the table. She stared down at it, panting. My erection lowered only far enough to slap heavily against my thigh before beginning to lift again.

The woman released Tashigi’s nipple and looked toward the platform. “Now. Before you think better of it.”

“I am thinking well enough to know that I hate both of you,” Tashigi said.

I caught the navy coat at her shoulders and dragged it down her arms, taking the opened blouse with it. Then I unhooked the bra and tossed all three garments beside her trousers, panties, and boots. Tashigi twisted and tried to catch them, but her body was still trembling from the orgasm and I already had them out of reach.

“Everything?” she said, staring down at her complete nudity with dismay. “Tsujo, the whole square has already seen more than enough of me.”

Tashigi shoved her glasses properly into place and reached for Shigure. I expected another attempt to recover the tour through procedure. Instead she slid from the table, landed barefoot on the cobblestones, and took one horrified look at the scaffold.

Then she bolted.